Free RopeMeIn by Cerise DeLand Page B

hell out there, Cara. Pardon me for getting undressed
here, but I damn sure do not want to traipse all this crud through the house.
Left my hat, my coat and boots on the porch.”
    “Let me help you,” she assured him, wiping her hands on her
apron and striding toward him. “You must be frozen through. The storm’s getting
worse.”
    He sat on the chair just inside the door and watched her
kneel to push up his jeans and pull at his socks.
    “Even these are wet,” she marveled as she tugged them off.
“I made a hot toddy. You three are going to be sick if you don’t get warm
fast.”
    His eyes, soft hazel, caressed hers. “Thanks, sounds good.
I’ll have some.”
    She cupped his cheek. “You’re so cold. Wait. You’ll drink
quickly and then we’ll get you stripped.”
    He caught her hand and brought it to his mouth. “You are
sweet.”
    If Harry’s hands were big, Will’s were huge. But stiff with
cold. “I’m glad you think so.”
    “We’ll get to know each other,” he promised as she rose and
he waylaid her. “No hurrying with me.”
    His forthright words filled her with delight…and longing for
him. But what could she say that wouldn’t sound as though she was the town’s
newest floozy? “Good to know. With your brothers, I didn’t feel rushed.”
    He cocked a long wicked brow. Black-haired like his
brothers, he was meatier, heavier, like their prize longhorn.
    His very size had her pussy juicing up to take him inside. Just
how big could he be?
    “Glad you feel that way,” he told her. “They each worried
about that.”
    From the big bowl, she poured him a cup of the hot grog
she’d made an hour ago. She took it to him as he worked on his shirt, undid his
belt buckle and unzipped his jeans. “Did they? Had a conference about me, did
you, you three?”
    He took the cup from her hands and drank a hearty mouthful
of the mix of brandy, apple juice and cinnamon. Then he caught her hand and
tugged her forward. “Come here, I’ll tell you about it.”
    She stepped back. “You will not! You are going into your
bedroom and taking the hottest shower you can stand. Then you can come out and
recount word for word what you all said about me.”
    “Bossy lady, aren’t you?”
    “When I want to be,” she admitted. “When I need to be.”
    He got to his feet and leaned over her, one hand diving into
her hair, his mouth finding her ear. “We’ll let you be.”
    “ Really?” She laughed as he nuzzled her ear and yet
held himself away from her so as not to get her wet. Too bad, she was already,
in ways that had nothing to do with his clothes. “I’ve already been told I
can’t come without one of you making love to me.”
    He let her go then, chuckling, and backed toward the hall.
His jeans gaped open, leaving her a scrumptious view of an inch of tanned taut
flesh. “Is that so? Well, then you know that in some things, you can have your
way. We’ll pamper the hell out of you. But in other things? Like good fucking?”
    She admired his playful demeanor as he paused in the hallway
to examine her head to toe. “Yes. Tell me, Will. What will you do?”
    “I think you know by now, we intend to have you. Often. Our
way.”
    “And my payoff is many happy orgasms?” She was chiding him,
thrilled with the implication but not so enthralled by the concept of being
submissive to one man, let alone three.
    “That,” he snapped his fingers and pointed at her, “and
more.”
    “What if I—” She began to ask the question that had nagged
at her since her self-examination earlier this afternoon.
    “What?” He whirled around, deeper down the hall now so that
she could no longer see into the kaleidoscope of his fabulous eyes. “What if
you can’t handle it? Us? All three?” He grinned. “You can.”
    How did these men know her mind?
    “Precisely. What if you learn I don’t want more than one good
roll in the hay?”
    “But you do.”
    She stomped her foot. “Stop that! What if I become