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  “I know my brothers, Hannah. Did they shove a plug up your pretty virgin ass?” Hannah looked away, feeling a flush crawl up her face. God, she could feel the plug even now, and Gavin’s words made her so aware of her body. Slade had promised her the pink plug was small, but it felt huge. She clenched around it again, as she had all day, lighting up nerves she didn’t know she had.

  Gavin took her chin in his hand and forced her to look up at him again. “Tell me what my brothers did to you, Hannah. Don’t be shy. Tell me how it felt when they pushed that plug against your ass for the first time. Did you shiver when you felt the cold lube against your warm, puckered skin?”

  She fought her embarrassment, wanted to look away. Gavin wasn’t going to let her. And this was too important to simply give up. Gavin wasn’t acting like a man who didn’t care. He might not like the fact that he cared, but he wanted her. She could feel it. If details would bring him to his knees, she would give them.

  “Yes. It was very cold. Slade’s fingers warmed it.”

  “Did he play with you, then? Rim your rosette with his fingers?”

  “Yes, for a long time. Then he pressed in, so deep. I gasped. I’d never felt anything like it.” It had been an odd sensation. “I didn’t like it at first.”

  His fingers stroked her chin. “Only at first? Then you changed your mind, didn’t you?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “I’ll bet. I think that, after a while, you liked Slade putting his fingers up your ass. You liked it a lot. In fact, I have no doubt he kept at you until he figured out exactly what you like. Until you came, isn’t that right?”

  Hannah shifted, trying to back away, find a little breathing space. Gavin wasn’t having any of that.

  “Answer me,” he demanded, gripping her tighter.

  “Yes, I came.”

  The truth relaxed his body, but he fired his next questions out at her just as rapidly. “Because he also played with your pussy with his other hand? Because Dex sucked those pretty nipples that are poking through your silk blouse at me right now?”

  “Because Dex used his mouth down…there.”

  Understanding flared hotly across Gavin’s face. “So Slade shoved his fingers up that virgin ass to get you all ready? Did he tell you how much he loves anal sex?” Hannah knew she couldn’t help the shock jolting across her face.

  “I didn’t think so. Yeah, nothing our middle brother loves more than to bend a woman over and shove his cock straight up her ass. Every day. More than once a day, if she’ll take it.” A little smile smeared across his mouth.

  “Slade ordered me to spread my legs, bend over, and present my backside.” She remembered how insistent Slade had been and how obeying him made her feel like the sexiest goddess. But the way he’d stripped her of control had left her vulnerable, trembling. Excited.

  “Exactly. Did you obey, or did he have to spank you?”

  Yes. Gavin had liked watching her spanking. No matter what he’d said before, he was interested in her. Hannah couldn’t help but remember the conversation she’d overheard between Dex and Slade about Gavin. They believed Gavin was hiding something.

  “I obeyed, Mr. James. I felt scared and vulnerable, but I did it. I placed my hands on the bed and presented my ass.”

  His eyes tightened, and his breath became ragged. Hannah glanced down. Gavin’s cock tented his pajama pants.

  “Then Slade plugged your ass?”

  “Yes. He worked the plug in. He kept playing. He pushed it in and out, gaining a bit of ground each time. I thought it would never end. The sensations were so different.”

  “You mean it turned you on all over again?” His narrowed eyes warned her not to lie.

  She flushed. “Yes. Slade pushed and pulled until the plug slid home. And I got…aroused again.”

  “Was Dex still eating that sweet little pussy? Because you know Dex loves pussy. Between the two of them, they are going to keep you constantly busy and sated, sweetheart, front and back.”

  “Dex didn’t stop until I was boneless and wrung out. Until I almost couldn’t catch a breath.

  Then he talked to me about all the things he wants to teach me.” Gavin stroked down her throat before his hand settled on her nape. “Like what?”

  “How to suck his cock.” Dex’s words still heated her skin and made her tremble. While Slade had played behind her, Dex had leaned in and whispered to her. “He wants to teach me how to take his cock in my mouth and swallow him down.”

  His hand tightened around her nape, the slight pain cutting through her system. The pain heightened her arousal to almost unbearable heights. Her nipples were so hard she could feel her blouse chafing them.

  “Sir,” he growled. “You call me Sir when we’re alone. I won’t allow you to respect me any less than my brothers.”

  She brought her gaze up to meet his. If there wasn’t any room for disrespect, then there wasn’t any room for shame or shyness, either. “He wants to teach me to suck his cock, Sir.” One hand tightened on her hair. The pain tingled across her scalp. “They didn’t force you to fellate them, then?”

  “No, Sir.”

  He pulled on her hair, forcing her to her knees. Hannah hesitated only an instant before sinking down. As her knees hit the plush carpet, the plug shifted in her ass. She had to clench to keep it in. It was a constant reminder of Slade and Dex. Even if they weren’t in the same room, it marked their possession of her in a real, physical way.

  “You care about me?” Those words ground out of his sneering mouth again. He looked slightly cruel, but she could hear the want behind his words.

  “I care about you, Sir.”

  Gavin had been alone for too long. She wasn’t sure why, but he needed this. Needed her now.

  He loosened his hold on her hair. His hands went to the waistband of his pajama bottoms.

  “So you say now. I wonder how you’ll feel after.”

  “After?” Hannah’s heart started racing.

  “After you’ve had a little taste of me, sweetheart. Open your mouth. I want what my brothers haven’t had.” His cock sprung forth. He was his brothers’ match. It was big and gloriously hard.

  No matter what he said, he definitely wanted her.

  He was on the edge. She could sense it.

  With a secretive smile, Hannah leaned forward toward Gavin’s cock.

  Chapter Nine

  What the hell am I doing?

  Deep in his alcohol-rattled brain, some scrap of common sense screamed the question at Gavin, pounding at his consciousness. All of that fled the instant she lowered her tongue toward his cock.

  He’d intended to scare her, push her away. But Hannah hadn’t run. Instead, she’d answered every one of his questions with that sweet West Texas twang that made him hard. She’d told him how she’d submitted to Slade’s fingers and Dex’s mouth. Fuck, Gavin could picture it, could see himself there, watching, with her tongue lashing his dick. Though he teetered on the knife’s edge, he knew he should push her away.

  Instead, he pushed for more.

  “If you’re going to learn how to suck cock, then by God, I’m the man to teach you.” She stared up at him with big, green eyes and nodded. Fuck, she turned him on.

  “Now what, Sir?” she breathed.

  “Lick the head.” God, he was a bastard, but he was going to enjoy every second of this.

  Her pink tongue peeked out from her lush, berry lips. Gavin’s cock twitched and strained toward her as if the fucking thing had a mind of its own. It was wrong, but his cock wanted Hannah. Who was he kidding? His soul wanted Hannah, too. Only his brain knew better.

  Tentatively, she leaned in. He felt her breath on the swollen head. Every muscle in his body tightened. The wait was pure torture. Gavin knew his brothers had thoroughly debauched Hannah last night, but when she looked up at him with that innocent stare, all he could think about was that he’d be the first man on her tongue.

  She licked him slowly, like an ice cream
cone on a summer day. Then she eased back, waiting, uncertain.

  “More, Hannah. Lick the whole head. Pull it in your mouth.” She’d responded so beautifully to commands before, he hardened his voice now. He made it deep and unrelenting.

  Almost instantly, that little tongue ran all over the sensitive head of his dick. Gavin gritted his teeth as fire sizzled up his spine. Desire scalded him.

  Sweet Hannah was so submissive, so willing. He’d never had the urge to have a woman call him Sir or itched to spank her ass and watch it turn pink under his hand. Hannah changed everything. Gavin could envision her tied up and so trusting, waiting for him. She would be a beautiful sight.

  Hannah worked his cock over with little butterfly licks and kisses. She trusted far too much.

  She wouldn’t trust him at all if she knew who he was deep inside. And his brothers would never forgive him.

  Fuck, he shouldn’t do this to her. The command to stop her perched on the tip of his tongue, but then Hannah swallowed him down, nearly to the back of her throat. He hissed, groaned. It felt so good. He’d had women give him head more times than he could count, so why did Hannah’s untutored mouth send him reeling? He looked down at his cock disappearing into her virgin mouth. Her eyes were closed, her face almost beatific.

  He’d waited so long to touch her. The minute they’d met, Gavin had known on some level that her goodness and light was the perfect reflection of his terrible, dark soul. If he were a better man, he might have deserved her. If he were a better man, he would move heaven and earth to make her sublimely happy.

  But this stolen moment would be the only time he’d ever touch her.

  “Take more, baby. You can take all of me. Work it in.” Gavin gentled his voice, but tangled his hands in her hair, grabbing fistfuls. Long and soft, her hair made the perfect handle to grip as he fucked his way deeper into her mouth, forcing his way in inch by delicious inch. “Breath through your nose, Hannah. You can handle this.”

  Her hands found his thighs, fingers gripping almost desperately. She trembled as she parted her lips wider to accommodate his short strokes. He sank another inch into her hot mouth.

  “Touch my balls.”

  She didn’t hesitate, cupping, rubbing. He shuddered. His balls were tight against his body and felt so heavy with come. Every ounce was meant for her. All the reasons he shouldn’t be here fell away. She sat on her knees before him, touching him, accepting him. Hell, she’d opened her mouth and welcomed him. For this precious moment, she belonged to him, was his to do with as he pleased. No amount of guilt or self-loathing could keep him from taking her in every way he wanted.

  Ruthlessly, he pressed even deeper into her mouth. Hannah tried to roll her tongue over his cock, but there wasn’t any room in her tight, hot mouth. His balls drew up, so damn close to orgasm. But if he would only have this once with her, spewing down her throat, though hot, wasn’t how he wanted to go.

  With a grimace, he pulled from her mouth.

  Hannah fell back. She panted, dragging oxygen into her lungs, as she stared with uncertain eyes. “You didn’t finish.”

  “I’m not going to go easy on you. My brothers had all night. Did you think I would settle for a quick head job then send you on your merry way? Not a chance, baby. Take off your clothes.” Hannah rose, her body shaking. She held his eyes as she unbuttoned her blouse with trembling fingers. Slowly, almost uncertainly, she revealed her creamy skin, inch by inch.

  When she peeled the blouse off her shoulders, he sucked in a stunned breath. God, she was fucking gorgeous. He’d said she wasn’t worthy of him, but it hadn’t been true. Looking at her now, he knew exactly how much he’d lied. Hannah was magnificent, with dainty shoulders, a trim waist, and large breasts topped with tight, pink nipples begging to be sucked. Everything a man could hope for.

  And she belonged to his brothers.

  She could belong to you, if only you would reach out, trust her. Stop everything and tell her your story. Ask for forgiveness.

  He couldn’t risk it. She would know—and loathe—him soon enough. The press would tell everyone, and life as he knew it would be over.

  Her blouse fell to the floor.

  “No bra?” he choked out.

  Hannah shook her head, blond curls caressing her pale shoulders. “Dex didn’t put one in my suitcase.” Her hands went to her skirt, but she stopped when he reached out and cupped her breast, brushing her nipple with his thumb. It peaked, flushed. Hannah’s breast fit his hand perfectly, every inch soft and silky.

  “Did my brother neglect to pack your underwear as well?” Gavin could just imagine Dex’s sinful glee.

  “I’m not allowed to wear panties anymore unless your brothers choose it.” At her implication, Gavin nearly swallowed his tongue. “You’re not wearing any now?”

  “No, Sir.”

  Fuck. Every word out of her mouth made him harder. He stood back, stepping out of his pajama pants, then tossed them across the room. He stood naked before Hannah. She looked at him, her gaze taking him in, and she gasped. Then she met his gaze. No way he could miss the desire burning there.

  When she reached out to touch him, he thrust her hand away. “I didn’t give you permission to touch me. Present me that ass. Show me that plug. Now.”

  He wanted to see exactly what Slade had pressed deep inside her, how she clenched around the plug to keep it lodged. He wanted her to bend over and show him how wet and swollen her pussy was because of it.

  Hannah pushed the skirt down her hips, revealing lush curves. She had an hourglass figure that made his mouth water. Her teeth bit into her lower lip, eyes wide with hesitation as she removed the garment and left it on the floor. She turned away and leaned over, but had nothing to hold on to, so she bent and braced her hands on her thighs. Her ass was gorgeous and round, the cheeks a perfect upside down heart. But he couldn’t see what he wanted to see.

  “Lower, Hannah. You bend lower and use your hands to spread your cheeks.” She mumbled something he couldn’t quite hear.

  “What did you say?” He drilled her with a hard stare.

  “Nothing, Sir.”

  With zero hesitation, Gavin swatted her ass. He loved the sound, the sting, the way her skin pinkened. “Don’t lie to me. What did you call me?”

  “I called you a bastard, Sir.” Her voice sounded high-pitched, thin.

  He spanked her other cheek, watching as she turned pink there, too. God, he could get used to dominating Hannah. “You don’t use that language around me.”

  “Then don’t push me.”

  “I will always push you.” He would push her right out of his life. He was just that stupid, and it was the right thing to do. But he wasn’t going to deny himself this one moment with her. He would hold it close to his heart for the rest of his life. “Now do as I told you. Hold your cheeks apart.”

  He couldn’t mistake her reluctance, but those hands came up and slowly pulled the globes of her ass apart. There it was, peeking out, a little pink plug shoved tight inside her. Gavin got to one knee and peered closer. That plug would prepare her to take a cock up her ass. She could also fit one in her pussy and another in her mouth. He and his brothers could possess her body all at once.

  No. That wouldn’t happen. He couldn’t risk her and allow it to happen.

  “Tell me something, Hannah.” He touched the plug then palmed her ass, loving the way she quivered. “Do you still care about me?”

  She drew in a shuddering breath. “I love you, Gavin.”

  Her breathy words finally broke him. He couldn’t take another second of waiting. He needed to shove himself inside her, be surrounded by her. He just fucking needed her.

  Gavin hauled her into his arms and carried her to the piano—the nearest flat surface. Hannah gasped as he set her bare ass down on the keys. They made a discordant sound, but her breathy cry as he shoved his cock between her legs was music to his ears.

  As she curled her fingers around his shoulders and clung, Gavin drew
her closer. He could feel how wet she was. She might think he was a bastard, but she wanted him all the same.

  Hannah didn’t hesitate. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in when she should be pushing him away. His cock nudged the entrance to her pussy, but he held back. He needed more than to simply fuck her. He needed to connect with her.

  Gavin thrust his hands in her hair and tugged, pulling her mouth beneath his. He covered that pretty, red bow, her lips swollen from sucking his cock. God, she tasted sweet. His tongue delved deep, and she accepted. No, she submitted, allowing him to pillage and plunder. Nothing but soft, sweet whimpers came from her throat as she held on, her body writhing restlessly against him.

  He couldn’t get enough. He kissed her mouth, her nose, her chin, and her throat. She tasted sweet on his lips. His brothers could take her as many times as they wanted, but her innocence would remain. She would always taste sweet, always have a pure heart that pulled at him. He kissed her again, possessing and ravaging, but his cock demanded more. He probed her slick, soft folds then pressed in slowly.

  He watched as her lovely, bare pussy accepted his cock, clamping down in welcome with every inch he gave her. Gavin pressed in farther. Fuck, she had the tightest hole he’d ever been in. Her pussy sucked at him, drawing him in, holding him deep. She wrapped her arms around him like she never wanted to let go.

  When her head fell back on a moan, exposing her throat, he kissed the fair skin there. He couldn’t get enough of the taste of her. He nipped at her shoulder while his cock stretched her cunt.

  Finally, he thrust completely in. She felt so fucking good wrapped around his dick, Gavin didn’t know how he was going to survive.

  A warning bell went off in his head, but Hannah’s soft moans and softer kisses across his jaw drowned out that insistent voice screaming at him that his world was about to go to hell. The trouble was, hell felt really good right now. In fact, hell felt perfect.