Free RopeMeIn by Cerise DeLand

could you know that I—”
    “A guess. A woman who’s been wronged like you have, you’d
pleasure yourself.”
    She worked at words. “I didn’t trust myself to find a good
man.”
    “But you have.” He kissed her then. Sweetly like a prince
charming might. Then he thrust his tongue inside, sweeping the caverns of her
being, demanding she surrender to his strength and his authority. And she went.
Enchanted and somehow…for some insane instinctive reason, trusting him.
    She sank her hands in his hair, loosening the rawhide,
messing him up, kissing him back with a savage intensity she didn’t know she
could feel.
    “Christ, Jesus,” he murmured, pushing her jeans down her
thighs and shoving them apart so he could get inside.
    In a moment that she swore she’d recall as long as she
lived, he rammed his cock inside her pussy.
    “Lord have mercy, you are one juicy piece,” he groaned into
her ear, kissing her cheek and her jaw as he jammed himself higher
    She gasped, she moaned, she rocked with him. Her cunt
stretched wide and so delightfully full. He banged her against the wooden wall
and she ached with the thrust of his possession. She tried to open her thighs
wider to take more and more of him.
    But he swore again, hauled her up against him and carried
her to her truck. Yanking open the door with one hand, he perched her on the
side of the seat, tore off her boots and jerked down her jeans. She was naked
in one second, opening her legs in another, taking him deep, deep, impossibly
deeper inside her the next.
    He settled himself firmly in front of her, gripped her hips
and worked her hard and fast and solidly. One finger to her clit, he rolled and
massaged her nub until she screamed her need for more and he ground into her.
    Teeth bared, eyes hard with lust, he pummeled her cunt until
she knew this was what she needed. Him and his fucking. Wild loving. Good
loving. His brother. And maybe, yes , even his other brother.
    She shuddered as she came, creaming all over his sweet, hard
cock.
    And he yelled when he let loose, his fingers deep in the
flesh of her hips, his eyes on her breasts. Her sore, aching, satisfied
breasts.
    He wrapped her close to him, both of them breathing as
though they’d just run a marathon. Then he smoothed back her hair, kissed her
lips quickly and winked at her.
    “I think,” he said as he lifted one breast and pinched the
nipple so that she mewled in delight, “you smell like motor oil.”
    She rubbed her nipples against his chest. “I smell like
you.”
    “And I need to taste you.” He traced her pussy with a deft
fingertip. “Here.”
    She shivered deliciously, enticing him with a grin. “Can I
rush you?”
    “Come on,” he grunted, picked her up and strode with her to
the door and out the causeway. ”We’re wastin’ daylight here, woman!”
    * * * * *
    Living in some X-rated fantasy took a lot of getting used
to.
    Cara stood in the MacRaes’ huge kitchen pantry, hands on her
hips, surveying the healthy supply of canned foods, fresh potatoes, spices
and…yes, four different kinds of chocolate, and knew she had to be in a dream
world.
    What else could explain this crazy house party?
    She clapped a hand over her mouth to stop the giggles. And
couldn’t.
    Outside, thunder rolled and shook the earth. Inside, the
earth moved too. She laughed. How many times had it moved for her since she got
here?
    Three times last night with Jed. Three with Harry in the
barn, the shower and then, agreeing that they needed some comfort, in her bed.
    She shifted in her jeans, newly washed once again today
after the sweaty doings with Harry. She ran her palms over her nipples, clothed
now in one of Harry’s shirts and already aching for his mouth. Damn, and he
hadn’t been gone but three, maybe four hours from her arms.
    Horny was not an appropriate word to describe her yearnings
any longer.
    Now I’m constantly needy. Craven.
    She rubbed her thighs together, feeling her lips pulse and
her