RopeMeIn by Cerise DeLand

“Why bring any?”
    “Yeah,” he whispered as his nose rubbed the length of hers
and his fabulous warm lips brushed across hers. “You don’t need many. But for modesty
when we’re not making love to you, you would want some.”
    He cupped her jaw then and kissed her like a savage—tongue
and teeth and raw claim.
    And oh god, she answered him with the same wild need. She
liked— no, loved —his tongue. His clever, artful tongue. Her pussy got all
hot and bothered just recalling the way he ate her as though he had never
tasted anything so yummy.
    “Say you’ll come.”
    She caught a laugh. “Now? Or this weekend?”
    He cocked a brow at her. “Both, if that’s what you want.”
    “Sit back, boy.” She slid over to her side of the seat.
“I’ll come Friday, okay?”
    “Promise?”
    “Demanding cuss,” she groused, postponing her commitment to
him.
    “Friday at five.”
    “Cocktail hour?”
    “I’m sure Harry will whip something up worthy of the party.”
    Her labia swelled at the idea of wine and hors d’oeuvres
with the three MacRae men. Her nipples blossomed too. She wiggled, marveling at
the mouthwatering mental picture of her pussy being eaten by one man, her
breasts palmed by another while she sucked the magnificent rod of the third.
She shook her head, truly mad now.
    “Promise me,” Jed commanded, his look stern and domineering,
brooking no rejection or prevarication.
    “Promise.” God help me, but I want to go back now. Fill
myself up with your cocks and your incomparable loving. “Drive me home,
will you? I have a business to run.”
     
    An hour later, Terrant Sommers stood in the new part of Aunt
Bree’s store as Cara walked in. Jed was right behind her. She had asked him not
to accompany her inside, but he would not hear of it. So there they were, she
pretending Jed had just…what? Found her somewhere and brought her to work? Jed
looking like the Incredible Hulk, so close behind her that you couldn’t get a
hair between them.
    “Hi, Terr,” Cara greeted the carpenter who had a pencil
stuck over his ear, a level up to one wall, measuring for her new shelves.
“Glad you got through the washouts.”
    “Hey, Cara. Jed.” The tall blond acknowledged them both with
a nod, then shook hands with Jed. “Me too. Tough going out there.”
    Cara prayed Terr did not show any inclination to talk too
long to Jed and vice versa. She had no idea how friendly the two men were, and
she didn’t want to learn. Nor did she want any indication to pass between them
that she had spent the past few days in the arms of the MacRae men.
    “Hello there, sweetie pie.” Her Aunt Bree waltzed in through
the hole in the construction plastic that separated the older woman’s shop from
the new entrance to Cara’s boutique. Bree came right over and bussed Cara on
the cheek. “Glad you’re here. I have been entertaining Terr this morning. He’s
just gotten on with things. Well, hi, Jed. How are things up at the Rocking M?”
    Cara listened to the chatter, her cheeks flushing with
risqué memories.
    “Couldn’t be better, Bree.” Jed gave her aunt a grin and a
handshake. “Looks like things are moving along here with construction, Terr. Is
that oak you’re using for the trim?”
    “We are. Giving the shop that antique western look.”
    “When will you be finished?” he asked, sounding all too
proprietary.
    Cara froze. What the hell? She hadn’t said much to
Jed about a timeline to open her new section of the store. Why was he making it
his business to learn?
    “Give, take a week,” Terr told him easily. “Then we’ll sand,
paint. Right on schedule, eh, Cara?”
    Good. She had hired him. Not Jed. She’d have to set
the boundaries here and fast. She whirled on Jed and to the others, she
announced, “Jed was just leaving, weren’t you?” She smiled as if they were
friends—just friends.
    “I was. Just wanted to see you inside,” he responded, his
eyes narrowed on her with sultry