* * * *
Eric was so fucking hard he wasn’t sure he would make it into her ass. She was so giving and responsive to them it drove him wild. He wasn’t a chauvinist and never thought he would want to possess a woman in every way possible, branding her his own, but for some reason, he felt like that with Stacy. He felt like some alpha male needing to claim what belonged to him, or in this case, what belonged to him and his brother. He knew this was right. He knew that he and Max would one day share the same woman, marry her, start a family with her, and settle down on the Triple C. They were both getting older and feeling like their dream was never going to become a reality. He just didn’t think one petite, gorgeous woman would turn his world upside down so quickly. He wanted everything with Stacy.
He leaned down and kissed her shoulders as she continued to thrust onto Max. He licked down her spine and still clutched her wrists in one hand while he used his other hand to bring her arousal to the next level and prepare her body to take him, too.
Eric reached down to the bed and grabbed the tube of lube he tossed there earlier. With one hand he squeezed the gel onto her anus, causing her to arch her back upward and moan.
“I’m sorry if it’s cold, baby, but I don’t want to hurt you. You may be sore from earlier today,” he told her. Max pulled her down closer so he could kiss her again as Eric pressed a digit slowly into her ass, trying to prepare her for his cock. She moaned and wiggled as his cock danced next to the tight rings, anticipating the deep, penetrating grasp.
Max released her lips.
“You’re so beautiful, Stacy. I love these breasts of yours. You’re perfect,” Max stated as he played with Stacy’s nipples. Eric couldn’t see what his brother was doing to them, but it seemed to make Stacy feel good as she thrust her hips and moaned while she rode him.
“Oh God, Max, that pinches, but it feels so good,” she told Max.
Eric began to push the head of his cock through the tight rings. “I love this fucking body. I want to fuck, suck, and lick every inch of it,” Eric teased as Stacy moaned and he pushed deeper into her ass.
“Oh!” she moaned louder as he pulled her arms back, pressed her chest to Max’s so her face was against his neck, and Eric thrust into her until his balls hit her ass.
Eric moaned, and so did Max.
“You okay, baby?” Eric asked through clenched teeth. All he wanted to do was thrust into her fast and hard to ease the ache and the hunger that just kept building and building up inside of him, but he didn’t want to hurt her.
“It will feel a hell of a lot better if you move faster. It burns so much, Eric,” she told him, and he smiled at Max over her shoulder.
Eric released her hands, and she immediately pushed onto Max’s chest and back against Eric’s cock. In an instant, it became a rush of who was controlling the thrusts. Max and Eric countered each other’s thrusts as Stacy rocked between them, chanting their names. Max fucked up into her as Eric pulled halfway out. Then Stacy would thrust back against Eric trying to take his cock into her at the same time. A few strokes later, and Max and Eric began a fast, deep rhythm that caused Stacy to hold on and grip them tighter.
“Fuck!” Max exclaimed as he exploded inside of her. Eric continued to thrust until Stacy growled through her orgasm just as Eric pumped as fast as he could, trying to satisfy his hunger for all of her. A few more thrusts, and he shot his essence into her ass, riding off the last few tiny aftershocks then kissing her shoulder blades, letting his teeth glide along her creamy flesh. Her body shook as she shivered beneath him.
The three of them panted for breath as Eric pulled from her body slowly. He walked to the bathroom to grab a washcloth, and when he returned, Stacy was still impaled on Max.
He chuckled as he began to wash her and slowly move her off of Max.
“That was amazing,” Eric whispered then kissed her cheek. He absorbed the sight of her nakedness and the patches of blotchy red across her chest. He leaned down and kissed each nipple as she moaned.
“I feel oversensitive. My God, what have you two done to me?” she asked with her eyes still closed.
“Just loving our woman,” Eric stated before he even thought the words through. Stacy looked just as shocked, but now that he said the words, he felt more at ease. Eric looked at Max, and Max smiled.
“I gotta get some sleep. I’m on duty the next week doing double shifts in preparation for the Fourth of July.”
“Oh my God. I completely forgot about the Fourth. Tell me all about the celebrations you have in Pearl. I’m used to New York City on the Fourth and hanging out in Time Square. It’s crazy there,” Stacy added then snuggled next to Max. Eric turned off the lights then climbed into bed on her other side.
“We’ll tell you about it in the morning,” Eric added, and Stacy pouted then closed her eyes and fell to sleep a few minutes later. Max and Eric chuckled as they snuggled closer against her.
* * * *
Stacy finished getting showered and dressed then headed out to her car. Max left her house around six o’clock in the morning, and Eric followed soon after. When she walked outside, Ron was sitting in a chair with a shotgun leaning against it and a cup of something in his hand that she assumed was coffee. She had been startled by his appearance and the gun.
“What’s going on? Is everything okay?” she asked as she cautiously looked around, wondering if there was a need to be fearful. Was there a wild animal loose?
“Naw, honey, no worries. I was just keeping watch on y’all until Eric gets back,” Ron stated then stood up from the chair and stretched.
“I don’t understand. Why would you have to—”
She released a sigh as she realized Eric and Max’s intentions. She looked toward Marie’s house and saw that Marie was working in the gardens.
“I appreciate you looking out for me, Ron.”
“But you’re angry,” he replied.
She took a deep breath.
“I’m just not used to being looked after. I grew up in the Bronx and in a pretty tough neighborhood. My mom left my dad when I was little. I’ve had to take care of myself for years. Anyway, I appreciate it, but it’s really not necessary.”
“Max and Eric are good men. They take good care of what belongs to them,” Ron stated then gathered up his chair and shotgun.
She wasn’t expecting such a strong response to her statement. It appeared that people were real close around these parts and the Cantrells were well liked. She didn’t know how she felt about being seen by others as a possession or property of Max and Eric’s, but she did have a silly feeling in the pit of her stomach that seemed to like the idea of belonging to them. But her pessimistic mind wondered if she just wasn’t needy and it took being nearly raped and now harassed by some stupid ex-boss to make her realize it.
“I can drive you over to the Triple C ranch to check out the kitchen and the supplies. Eric is there and he’s expecting you. He said he can drive you into town for any other supplies you might need.”
“I can drive myself, or did they say not to allow me that personal freedom?” she asked and knew it sounded bitchy.
Ron chuckled. “This ought to be interesting,” he stated then walked over toward his truck, glancing at her over his shoulder as if wondering if she would obey and follow. What choice did she really have? Eric and Max were just being overprotective. It wasn’t like Barry would find out she was in Texas, come out here, and abduct her? The thought made her belly tighten with fear. Could he be capable of that? She looked around the property and saw a few of the farmhands helping out. Then she looked toward Marie. She didn’t want to send any trouble their way. She figured it couldn’t hurt to have two strong, sexy men watch over. For now.
* * * *
The Triple C was absolutely stunning. Not that Stacy had anything other than Internet pictures of other ranches and some she might have seen on television, but she just knew that this was unique. Ron explained about the hundreds of acres of land the Cantrells owned and how Eric, Max, and their cousins Charlie, Ben, and Wyatt maintained the land and shared an equal partnership. As they pulled up through the double-gated entrance, she noticed numerous men riding horses. They were real big men. She had thought that Eric, Max, and even their cousin Wyatt were very tall and extra-largely built, but it seemed that the town of Pearl grew their men huge. Their cousin Wyatt had been beyond intimidating. He looked like a linebacker. As they slowly drove up the long driveway leading to the two main houses, Stacy noticed the horse-training circle, the numerous stables, and there were even cattle in the pasture. She had never seen bulls or cows before. Come to think of it, she never had even gotten that close to a real horse. She wondered if Eric or Max would take her riding and teach her. She feared assuming that there would be a one day and that she would share more time with Eric and Max.
Suddenly her attention was drawn to two large beautiful homes. Both with wraparound porches but one that was twice the size of the first house and separated by a big red barn. Traditional of a farm or ranch, she supposed, but still gorgeous. The main house, the one Ron informed her that belonged to Eric and Max and where she would be working, was exceptional. The white wraparound porch had beautiful natural stained-wood steps and flooring throughout. Plus, the spindles were stained the same color. Gorgeous floral hanging baskets decorated the three main corners of the porch that she could see from inside the truck. The moment Ron parked his truck alongside Eric’s pickup truck, a few men came out of the barn.
“Howdy, Ron!” two of them exclaimed as they approached and both Ron and Stacy exited the vehicle.
Holy God, these men were good looking. Stacy was caught off guard and had to stop herself from drooling. They, in turn, seemed to give her body the once-over, causing her to blush and turn away. She pretended to look around the area, but her eyes were drawn to the men.
“This must be New York,” one stated with a smile then reached his hand out to greet her.
Stacy shook his hand and was glad to feel no attraction other than finding the man good looking. She actually felt guilty for looking at the other men. She wondered where Eric was.
“I’m Ben and this is Charlie,” he stated, and she shook both their hands.
“Nice to meet you.”
“The pleasure is all ours, darlin’,” Ben replied flirtatiously, and she couldn’t help but wonder what Max and Eric had told them about her.
“Is Eric around?” Ron asked.
“Yeah, I’m sure he heard your truck. We were going to head inside for some lunch. It’s Chuck’s turn to cook,” Ben stated then cringed.
“Sorry, sweetheart, but we can’t take responsibility for what Chuck came up with for lunch,” Charlie teased as he took her hand and led her toward the main house.
She noticed that Ron headed back toward his truck smiling.
“Aren’t you staying, Ron?” she asked, feeling a little concerned not knowing any of these men.
“You’re in good hands, Stacy. Eric will be here shortly,” he stated then got into his truck. The other cousin followed them inside the house.
Stacy absorbed the décor, the large fireplace, and the huge kitchen. It was a cook’s fantasy come true. Then, to top it off, there was a walk-in freezer. Holy crap.
Some bulky-looking guy was burning something by the stove.
“Smells like shit, Chuck!” Ben teased as he waved his hand to a chair by the table for Stacy to sit on. She smiled but didn’t move.
“Fuck you Ben—”
Chuck stopped midsentence as he stared at Stacy. “Who is she?” he inquired, eyeing Stacy from head to toe but zoning in on her breasts as smoke filled the stove behind him.
“Chuck! You’re burning something!” Charlie yelled, and Chuck turned off the stove and threw the pan into the extra-deep sink and ran water over it. It made the smoke and the smell worse.
“Do you need some help?” she offered.
Chuck eyed her over again. “I got it, doll. Why don’t you sit down and let whichever one of these bozos who’s trying to get into your pants make you something to drink. I’ve got it covered,” Chuck stated angrily.
How dare he speak to her that way and assume that she was sleeping with Ben or Charlie.
“I’m the new cook, Chuck, not the new fuck toy. So maybe you’d like to haul ass out of here and let someone who knows what they’re doing cook.”
Charlie and Ben roared with laughter as Chuck threw down the dish towel and scowled at her. “You’re the new cook? I thought I was cooking?” He directed his question toward Charlie and Ben.
“Nope. Max and Eric hired her.” Charlie offered the information as Chuck turned red in anger.
“She’s a tiny little thang. How the hell is she going to cook breakfast for twelve men by five in the morning and cook lunch by noontime and dinner by seven o’clock every night?” he asked.
Charlie was about to answer when Stacy raised her hand for him to go no further, and she approached Chuck.
“Is this where we drop our pants and have a pissing contest just to see who’s going to be the better cook?” she asked.
Chuck widened his eyes, and Stacy could hear the muffled laughter behind her, but she didn’t bother to look, despite the added sound of more footsteps entering the kitchen. There was probably a crowd of cowboys behind her gawking.
“Honey, a pissing contest would be the last thing on my mind to do with you with our drawers down,” Chuck stated then winked. Stacy smirked.
“How about we cook together and you show me where everything is? If I screw this up, you can have the job because I’ll need to go find work elsewhere.”
He stuck his hand out to shake her hand. “You got yourself a deal, sexy,” he stated, and then they shook hands. He leaned closer and whispered to her with his eyes still focused on her breasts.
“Anytime you want to drop them drawers, you let old Chuck know.”
“Hell she won’t!” someone yelled, and Stacy realized that it was Eric. She looked toward him, and she nearly lost her breath from the sight. His arms were crossed in front of his chest, and he was wearing a dark-blue button-down shirt that was dusted with dirt, cowboy boots, and a scowl that told her she was in a bit of trouble.
“We were just getting acquainted, Eric. This is some real fine cook you and Max hired. She’s got a mouth on her and a body—”
“Enough! She’s with me and Max. You got it?” Eric stated firmly as Charlie and Ben continued to find the entire situation amusing.
“Oh crap, yeah. I didn’t know. I’m sorry, Eric. It will never happen again.”
Chuck turned toward the sink and began to wash the pan.
“We’re going to work together to make some lunch for everyone, is that okay?” Stacy asked all of the men, not just Eric. The others looked at Eric then back at her.
“Not until you come over here and say hello first,” Eric replied.
Stacy felt her cheeks warm and that stupid schoolgirl feeling hit her gut hard. He was showing off. He wanted to make it clear that she belonged to him and Max. Slowly she walked toward him. As soon as she was close enough, he grasped her around the waist and pulled her up close.
“I missed you,” he whispered then kissed her thoroughly. When he finally released her, she had to hold on to his forearms to keep from losing her balance.