The last two came inside, slamming the heavy wooden door shut. “Where’s Cassidy?” asked Garret.
“The wee one’s in bed. She looks tired,” said Patrick. His hackles came up as his wolf urged him to claim what was his. Instead of acting, he clenched his jaw down hard and forced himself to sit on the sofa beside Evan.
“Nonsense,” said Garret. “I’ve been thinking of her all day. She’s the reason I made it to the quitting bell.” His alpha made his way to the bedroom.
“What’s your problem?” asked Evan. “You gonna pay for a new couch?”
Patrick looked down where his hand gripped the arm of the sofa. He hadn’t even noticed the damage he was inflicting, his wolfen strength crushing through the wood of the frame. “I’ll be out taking a run. A long one.”
He’d get himself so exhausted that he wouldn’t care about anything but sleep. Patrick wondered how long he’d be able to keep it up before he acted on his urges.
Garret walked into the bedroom, bringing the freshness of the outdoors inside. His dark hair was slightly matted from wearing the hard hat all day, and his nearly black eyes were narrowed and seductive. Cassidy felt uniquely vulnerable. Patrick had once again left her feeling unconnected and wanting. Now she had to deal with Garret after the hurtful things he’d said to her earlier. She didn’t want to keep their love a secret from others because she was proud of each and every one of her men. Their relationship might be unconventional, but it was hers and she wouldn’t hide it. Apparently Garret didn’t feel the same way.
“Have you eaten?”
She nodded. “You all take good care of me.” But it wasn’t enough anymore. She needed more than her basic needs met. She wanted a concrete commitment she could trust. No more secrets, no more games.
“Evan told me you were upset earlier,” he said. “Tell me.” His voice always carried a slightly dominant edge. It was titillating and hard to deny.
But Cassidy didn’t want to explain how she felt and appear needy and clingy when it was probably just her imagination running wild. “Nothing. It was nothing.”
His brow creased and he crossed those heavily muscled arms over his chest. “Tell me,” he repeated.
“I just–I just feel like you’re either embarrassed by me or want to hide our relationship.”
“Because I told you not to let the inspector know we’re together?”
She nodded again, swallowing hard.
“The mine is our future. I just want the inspection week to go over well. It may be seen as unprofessional for me to be dating the dispatcher. A dispatcher who still doesn’t have her WHMIS certification.”
She knew it had to be something simple like that. But a flicker of doubt still lingered. Cassidy had never seen her men faced with a temptation other than her. What if they reacted the same way to every eligible female to grace the mine? Her thoughts were driving her crazy. Imagining her men showing affection to another woman would break her heart.
“Uh-huh.”
“You should know by now I’m only devoted to you, Cassie. Do you not remember any of our lessons?”
Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment as her body reacted to his words. How could he arouse her so effortlessly? Of course she could remember his many spanking sessions. She looked forward to pissing him off just to feel his strong hand come down on her bare ass.
Travis and Evan joined them in the room, breaking some of the growing tension. There was a conspiratorial look on the cowboy’s face. “Is she wet?”
Evan scoffed. “She’s always wet.” He stepped closer, a predator moving in for the kill.
“Where’s Patrick?” she asked, looking at the doorway.
“He went for a run with Matthew.” Her heart sank. She’d hoped Patrick would come back to her, but he only put more distance between them. It was something special when all five of the men would share her together—nothing could compare.
“You’ve had to stay cooped up here all day. I promised we’d entertain you in the evenings,” said Evan. His massive frame loomed over her.
She glanced at Garret, still standing at the end of the bed. “Actually, I’m tired. I think I’ll go straight to sleep.” Cassidy never stopped staring at Garret as she spoke. She loved to test him, to push his buttons. Right now, she just wanted to put the day behind her and lose herself in the domination of these men.
“You know how I feel about lying, Cassie. Check her, Evan.” As expected, Evan followed orders. He yanked off her pants with little warning, her body jolting up and down on the mattress.
“Hey!”
Next came her panties, which he quickly tossed over his shoulder. He braced one hand on the mattress near her waist, leaning over slightly. Evan impaled two thick digits into her cunt, thrusting in with no preparation. The fact that his fingers easily slid inside her, making her moan and squirm, didn’t help her case.
“Wet,” Evan confirmed. “Dripping, actually.”
“It looks like punishment is in order before the ‘entertaining,’” said Garret.
Yes.
It wasn’t as fun when she begged for it. She liked to act up enough so she’d deserve her spanking.
“Let me do it this time,” said Travis. He’d taken off his shirt. When she looked up at him, he dragged a hand through his mop of dirty-blond hair. “Roll over, baby girl.”
Evan assisted her in getting to her stomach. Her T-shirt was still on, but she was naked from the waist down. Knowing she was on display always managed to turn her on. The room was warm since Patrick had started a fire in the living room earlier. She felt flush from the combination of heat and desire.
“How many?” asked Travis.
“Start with four.” Garret’s deep voice made her pussy pulse. He seemed to have the same controlling effect on her as he did with his crew. His aura of authority that was larger than life. She couldn’t imagine him in any other role than leader.
“I hope you’re ready, darlin’?” Travis smoothed his hand over the curve of her ass. Anticipation grew strong.
Smack, smack.
Cassidy let out a strangled moan when she finally received what she craved.
“Oh, God. More,” she cried.
Smack, smack
. The burn had only just begun, not nearly enough.
“Garret said only four,” said Travis.
She rolled to her side and glared at Garret. “Okay, I’m not tired. Please give me what I want.”
Garret just stood there looking impossibly sexy.
“Please…”
Nothing.
“Fuck me, damn it!”
A small smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth, but the bastard still denied her.
“Garret, stop teasing her. She’s ripe for the taking,” said Evan. He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her over his lap, facedown. “I hate to see her suffer.”
“She likes being treated like a bad girl. Don’t you, Cassie?” asked Garret.
She was too far gone to care about anything but Evan’s fingers skimming over her sensitive asshole. She wriggled to signal her readiness, to encourage him to not hold back. He impaled her ass with his thumb while two fingers penetrated her pussy. She clamped down as hard as she could. Evan found her G-spot effortlessly. Cassidy relaxed her muscles, sagging over Evan’s lap and accepting his ministrations.
“Don’t let her finish yet,” said Garret. “Cassie, get on your knees.”
She was used to Garret giving the orders, orchestrating many of their group sex acts. It was part of who he was, and she accepted it, savored it. But for Evan to obey so blindly disturbed her. He acted like a man with something to prove—a man with a debt.
After slipping off Evan’s lap, she kneeled between his knees. She knew exactly what Garret wanted her to do. He wanted her to unzip Evan and suck his cock. It would be her pleasure, but she dare not act until told to do so. She wanted to please Garret, and if she didn’t he’d deny her what she yearned for. He was a master of bringing her to a precipice, and he wouldn’t hesitate to leave her hanging if she didn’t please him.
“Take care of Evan, Cassie. Suck his dick. Take the full length down your throat.”
He knew she had a difficult time swallowing the full length of a cock, especially Evan’s, which was obscenely thick. It was as if he was setting her up for failure. An excuse to have his way with her. She wanted him, wanted them all.
Cassidy kept eye-to-eye contact with Evan as she unzipped him. He was such a handsome man with bridled strength and passion. She wished he’d trust himself more, become independent of Garret. It was unusual for grown men to be so loyal to each other. She’d never seen it in the rat race back home.
His cock was pressed hard against his zipper, so she unfastened him with caution. By the time she tugged the warm length of flesh from his pants, she couldn’t even wrap her fingers around his cock. There was no way so could deep-throat him. It would be like swallowing a limb.
Cassidy got to work, lavishing Evan’s erection with her full attention. She used her tongue in the way he liked, swirling it around the rim of the head before sucking deep. By now she knew a few tricks about each man.
“Good girl,” Evan murmured. He held her head, encouraging her to take more.
She sucked and licked, supporting herself on his strong thighs. He had a rich, musky taste that was the essence of what a male should be. The guttural sounds he made each time she’d come down on his cock spurred her on.
“Take it all, Cassie. You’re not even close. If you don’t listen, you’ll get spanked. This time by me.”
Cassidy enjoyed Evan for a while longer. She knew she’d never be able to take all of him, and so did Garret. His punishment would be far more severe than it was from Travis. She craved his brutal domination, his rough palms reddening her ass like a brand.
“You know I can’t take all of Evan. It’s impossible,” she said, sitting back on her haunches. “If you’re dying to spank me, just go ahead and do it.”
He shook his head. “No. That wouldn’t be a punishment at all. Not when you want it.”
“Come sit on me,” said Evan. He tossed his shirt and lay back on the bed, his feet still on the floor. She watched his cock bob before settling. It aimed at the ceiling, beckoning her to impale herself over the rigid flesh. He’d fill her completely, satisfy her burning need.
She crawled up his body, kissing his legs, his ripped abs, and his chest. Cassidy could feel Garret’s gaze on her, even without looking. Would he allow her to sit on Evan’s cock? She continued to position herself. Evan held the sides of her hips as she lowered over him. She sighed as she sank into relief.
“Work me, sweetheart. I’ve had a long day at the mine.” She complied. Cassidy felt energized, ready to ride Evan all night long. She rose up and down, working up a stimulating rhythm. She’d forgotten everything and everyone except the man beneath her. It wasn’t until a firm palm pressed her down that she remembered Garret.
Travis was kneeling behind Evan on the bed. He pulled off her shirt when she was thrust forward by Garret.
“You have the cutest little ass, Cassie.” She felt the lubed head of Garret’s cock press against her ass. The simple contact fired her body to life. She loved being double-fucked, being so full she could scarcely move. Her ass was extremely sensitive, throbbing and tingling, adding to the erotic experience. “I have to have you.”
“No punishment?”
“Another time.” Garret kissed her back as his cock speared her ass, inch by long inch. She tightened around him, welcoming the second man into her body. Evan kissed her lips as Garret drove those remaining inches to the hilt.
The room was flooded with warm light from the main room. Shadows flickered over the hard planes of Travis’s chest as he watched from the sidelines. Rather than give in completely to the two men fucking her, pumping in an alternating rhythm, she had to include Travis first. She’d only just grown closer to him, discovered the beautiful man behind the tough exterior.
“Give me your cock, Travis,” she managed to say. Cassidy pushed up against Evan’s chest so she was high enough to take him. Travis shuffled in closer on his knees. As she leaned over to lick him, Evan palmed her breasts, paying special attention to her beaded nipples. The multitude of sensations created a unique buildup inside her, a pressure that wouldn’t stay contained for long. There were hands everywhere. One touch melted into the next, creating one climactic sensation. She felt drips of sweat drop on her back, rolling down toward her ass.
One dick thrust in her ass, another filled her pussy, and a third was squeezed between her tongue and palate. They moved harder, more urgently with each passing second. As she neared that sweet zone, she slipped far from reality, as if it never existed at all. Her clit was being massaged, her nipple suckled, and body ravished. She was riding a wave, the pleasure washing through her from head to toe.
“Mark her,” said Evan. His words were slurred. A man on the edge.
Garret’s fingers dug into the flesh of her hips as they worked her like a piston. “Not yet.” His breath was hard and heavy. Where did they get their stamina? After waking at sunrise, working long hours at the mine, and coming home after dark, they should be dead on their feet. But somehow they were always ready to pleasure her. “She’s not ready.”
“I am,” she argued. Cassidy was no longer fearful of this mysterious marking shared by the Gregor miners. She yearned for it, knowing it would somehow cement their relationship.