other for a while,”
Travis continued. “It got real ugly, but then we made up and just tried not to
talk about you. It finally blew up in our faces, and we realized we were all in
love with you. We got this crazy idea into our heads that if you ever came back
to us we would share you and make you our wife.”
Her heart galloped like a stampede of wild
horses in her chest. They all wanted her as their wife. They wanted to share
her. How did they want to share her? Separately? Together? Both?
“You're awful quiet in there. What are you
thinking?”
Kayla gulped, noticing the way her fingers
shook and her body warmed with a subtle tingle of excitement. She felt
something beyond numbness and pain. The fear was ever-present, but she felt
aroused—something she hadn't felt in months, the last time being when she
sucked Virgil Paisley off in his truck. That was the last time she’d seen him.
He still wandered through her mind sometimes, and she missed him.
How the hell could she love him, the three
Langley brothers, and that marvelous bastard Master Hugh who left her?
“I don't know.” She wanted to cry but
couldn't. Even when she'd heard the terrible news about her dad her soul had
shattered, but the tears hadn't come right away.
Beck Hammond had taught her not to feel,
though not intentionally. Shock had numbed her to the trauma her mind and body
couldn't cope with. Eventually she had just shut down completely. She'd stopped
fighting to avoid the brutality the barbarians dished out whenever she went
against them. She'd stopped crying, stopped feeling.
It was only through orgasm that tears were
triggered, droplets of shame and emotional release. It had stunned the hell out
of her that she'd broken down and cried in front of Travis yesterday when he
told her that he and his brothers had waited for her. It was a
dream come true. When he'd held her in his arms and kissed her, she'd
known she was really home and that someday he would help her feel again.
“Well, what do you think of being shared by
the three of us?” Travis wanted to know.
Her throat went dry, and steady warmth pooled
in her belly. “It sounds nice ... and overwhelming.”
“We would take it slow with you. That and we
have no experience with sharing, so it'll be something new for all of us.”
Her pulse went erratic. “Do you mean
individually or together?”
The pause was maddening. “Well, both if you're
interested. We're not fools. We know a lot of women fantasize about being with
more than one man at once, and we want to give that to you. That and you said
you loved us and wanted all of us. Is that still true?”
If she said no, she could escape the mounting
fright the provocative images sparked in her mind. But then she'd never have
the chance to make love to her sweethearts. Would they still take her if she
didn't agree to share or indulge in their chocolate sexual preferences?
“It's true,” she said quietly. “I'd rather
start off individually, though, and then try the other.”
“That's fine. Now it's my turn to ask the
questions.”
Oh, great. Here it comes.
“What happened to you in California?”
Her eyes clamped shut, unwilling to open. “I
don't want to talk about it.”
“Kayla, you can't keep something like that
locked up inside you forever. It'll eat you alive.”
“Travis, I'm fine. I made a few mistakes.
It's no big deal. You act like I was raped.” Maybe she could convince him
otherwise and he'd quit hounding her.
The seat creaked, and she knew he stood,
drawing closer to the shower curtain. “I know you were.”
Kayla froze, heart beating like a drum in a
heavy metal rock song.
“I'm going to come in there, Kayla, but I'm
walking in backward with my eyes closed. I won't look at you or touch you. I'll
even leave my clothes on. I just want to hold your hand with my back to you
while you tell me what happened.”
Of all the delicious terror. She wanted to cling to him and feel him
driving deep inside of
Travis continued. “It got real ugly, but then we made up and just tried not to
talk about you. It finally blew up in our faces, and we realized we were all in
love with you. We got this crazy idea into our heads that if you ever came back
to us we would share you and make you our wife.”
Her heart galloped like a stampede of wild
horses in her chest. They all wanted her as their wife. They wanted to share
her. How did they want to share her? Separately? Together? Both?
“You're awful quiet in there. What are you
thinking?”
Kayla gulped, noticing the way her fingers
shook and her body warmed with a subtle tingle of excitement. She felt
something beyond numbness and pain. The fear was ever-present, but she felt
aroused—something she hadn't felt in months, the last time being when she
sucked Virgil Paisley off in his truck. That was the last time she’d seen him.
He still wandered through her mind sometimes, and she missed him.
How the hell could she love him, the three
Langley brothers, and that marvelous bastard Master Hugh who left her?
“I don't know.” She wanted to cry but
couldn't. Even when she'd heard the terrible news about her dad her soul had
shattered, but the tears hadn't come right away.
Beck Hammond had taught her not to feel,
though not intentionally. Shock had numbed her to the trauma her mind and body
couldn't cope with. Eventually she had just shut down completely. She'd stopped
fighting to avoid the brutality the barbarians dished out whenever she went
against them. She'd stopped crying, stopped feeling.
It was only through orgasm that tears were
triggered, droplets of shame and emotional release. It had stunned the hell out
of her that she'd broken down and cried in front of Travis yesterday when he
told her that he and his brothers had waited for her. It was a
dream come true. When he'd held her in his arms and kissed her, she'd
known she was really home and that someday he would help her feel again.
“Well, what do you think of being shared by
the three of us?” Travis wanted to know.
Her throat went dry, and steady warmth pooled
in her belly. “It sounds nice ... and overwhelming.”
“We would take it slow with you. That and we
have no experience with sharing, so it'll be something new for all of us.”
Her pulse went erratic. “Do you mean
individually or together?”
The pause was maddening. “Well, both if you're
interested. We're not fools. We know a lot of women fantasize about being with
more than one man at once, and we want to give that to you. That and you said
you loved us and wanted all of us. Is that still true?”
If she said no, she could escape the mounting
fright the provocative images sparked in her mind. But then she'd never have
the chance to make love to her sweethearts. Would they still take her if she
didn't agree to share or indulge in their chocolate sexual preferences?
“It's true,” she said quietly. “I'd rather
start off individually, though, and then try the other.”
“That's fine. Now it's my turn to ask the
questions.”
Oh, great. Here it comes.
“What happened to you in California?”
Her eyes clamped shut, unwilling to open. “I
don't want to talk about it.”
“Kayla, you can't keep something like that
locked up inside you forever. It'll eat you alive.”
“Travis, I'm fine. I made a few mistakes.
It's no big deal. You act like I was raped.” Maybe she could convince him
otherwise and he'd quit hounding her.
The seat creaked, and she knew he stood,
drawing closer to the shower curtain. “I know you were.”
Kayla froze, heart beating like a drum in a
heavy metal rock song.
“I'm going to come in there, Kayla, but I'm
walking in backward with my eyes closed. I won't look at you or touch you. I'll
even leave my clothes on. I just want to hold your hand with my back to you
while you tell me what happened.”
Of all the delicious terror. She wanted to cling to him and feel him
driving deep inside of
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