Chapter 3

"You're pussy is so wet, Bumble Bee."

I moaned, feeling his fingers spread my lips apart.

"It's pulsing for my touch. I bet you missed me being inside of you."

"Yes." I gasped, spreading my legs wider for him. For them.

"Good girl. Keep those little hands above your head. My brother wants to touch those full breasts of yours."

"Colt!" I gasped as his hot mouth covered my small, hard beaded nipple,his tongue lightly licking back and forth. If I let myself, I knew I could come just by this alone.

"How did you imagine us taking you while you were gone?" Law demanded to know. "I want details."

I whimpered loudly, his words causing my body to tremble as Colt sucked and pinched at my breasts.

"You imagine my big cock in your pussy while Colt fucked your mouth?" His fingers found my clit and he used his pointer and middle finger to squeeze. Gosh I knew I had to be soaked, I could feel wetness drip down my thighs. "Or did you beg for my cock to be in your little asshole?"

Crying out I felt my body release and rode out my orgasm imagining him pressing into my tight hole, taking me in the most intimate way.

"Good girl." He murmured, eyes becoming dark as he hovered over me, Colt having stepped behind me. "Now tell me you love me. Tell me you want to submit."

I woke with a start, turning off the 7 am alarm on my phone. My heart pounded hard against my chest as I fought to catch my breath. I was so aroused at the thought of them touching me again, even if it was just in my dream I slid my hand down and touched between my thighs.

"Goodness." I whispered, closing my eyes at just how wet I was. I needed relief.

As quietly as I could, glad that Josie's guest bedroom was on the complete other side of the house from where the master bedroom was I began to swirl my wet finger over my small bundle of nerves.

While I was away at school, I often gave into self pleasure. It didn't take long, I always thought of Law inside of me while Colt whispered dirty nothings in my ear. I would often imagine they'd worship over me, telling me how they liked the color of my sex or how nice the little noises I made were.

Whimpering I thought back my dream, thinking about how erotic it would be for me to climb on top of Colt, while Law rimmed my rear opening with his tongue until I was ready to take both cocks.

I came down hard, the inside of my thighs quivering as I curled my toes and closed my eyes tight.

As when I was done I could not ignore the sadness that filled me. I immediately felt ashamed and guilty like I was perverse for touching myself and thinking about them..

Why do I do this to myself, knowing that they do not want me the way I want them. It was a question I exhausted myself with.

Rolling out of the comfortable guest bed, I hurriedly showered and dressed in a pair of boot cut jeans and university tee before throwing on my snip toe boots.

"Mornin' Darling." Ray grinned at me as he served a cup of coffee to a grouchy looking Josie. "Want some coffee?"

"Sure! Has the truck come yet with my things?" I asked as I hopped onto the barstool beside Josie. Ray placed a cup of black coffee in a cute green tin mug in front of me.

I didn't get an answer so I asked again but this time Ray sheepishly grinned and excused himself to the restroom.

"What is going on?" I questioned, causing me to bite my lower lip. "Did the delivery get delayed?"

"No. They actually delivered your stuff about a half hour ago."

"Really!" I exclaimed. "How great! I promise I'm only gonna stay with you for a couple weeks till I find a place in town."

"Mh Hmm." Josie played with the spoon in her cup, she hadn't looked at me yet.

"Where is my stuff Josie?"

"Don't you be mad at me now, okay?" She begged, covered her eyes with her hand.

"Oh God. Just tell me."

"Law and Colt had called the delivery driver and had your stuff redirected to the ranch. They called and told Mike this morning."

"You're kidding." I said dryly.

How dare they! Those damn neanderthals.

"You should go talk to them Bee. God, they love you. I just know it. All those years you were gone they asked about you, and made sure you had your rent covered and didn't go without for anything. They have not been public with a woman since you left." Josie had never spoken this way, she always remained neutral, never once straying far from being just a listener.

"You mean other than that woman at the bar?" I spoke softly, unable to hide the hurt in my voice. I knew they wrote a check to my landlord every month, and I got my groceries delivered to me like clockwork every Sunday night. I even have a damn credit card with Laws name on it.

Leaning over, Josie pulled me in a hug. "Why don't you go over there and see what they have to say?"

"What if I make a mistake again?"

"You won't. You are strong and you are beautiful. Trust yourself." Josie tapped me on the nose and smiled softly. "Let's enjoy our coffee outside and then you can take your old wrangler back to the ranch."

Unable to stop the grin on my face I tapped her nose back. "I'll assume you've taken good care of my girl."

"Yes Ma'am" She nodded then gave me a ridiculous look. " Wait- I forgot to have sex in your back seat."

"Ew."

"Ray!" She sang as loud as she could. 'Meet me in the garage!"

Tackling her back in her seat I covered her mouth, "Don't you dare! If any one is gonna have sex in my jeep it is gonna be me!"

Josie winked, pulling me towards the door with our coffees in hand. "I bet it'll be with Colt."

**

The jeep top was off and the Shania Twain CD that has never been removed played softly inside the yellow two door Jeep Wrangler. It had a rough country lift and new mud tires thanks to Josie's men, a welcome home gift.

Pulling into ranch drive, I shifted gears and let the vehicle cruise in neutral down the slight drop of the dirt path before parking in front of the house. It wasn't much later than 9:00 but I knew both men and the other workers would be already well into their workday.

"Miss Brown!"

I looked towards the sound of the voice as I hopped out of the vehicle and smiled as a young man came into view. He was young, cheeks were chubby and let's awkwardly portioned from the rest of his body. Eventually I was sure he'd grow to be a handsome man.

"Is that you Boey?"

"Yes Ma'am." The cute boy grinned in a way only young teenagers can do and pulled me into a brief side hug. "We have sure missed you around here."

Boey was the son of one of my father's long time ranch hands. He lived with his father and mother in town, but must be picking up some work while he is out of school for the summer.

"I've missed it too." I replied gently, ruffling the curly of hair on his head. "You sure have gotten tall. I can barely reach over you!"

Again, he grinned that boyish smile. "You are very little, Miss Brown." He empathized his "you", causing me to giggle.

Before I could reply, I felt a strong arm wrap around my midsection and pull me off my feet and back against a hard chest.

"You're right Boey. She has always been just a lil' thing." Colt's voice was slightly muffled as he pressed his lips to my neck while he spoke.

Boey looked a tad embarassed at his bosses display of affection but politely agreed and excused himself to the barn.

As best I could, I turned myself in his arms so I could look up the rough cowboys face. "You took my stuff." I accused.

"I had it delivered back to where they belonged." He quickly retorted, eyes narrowing down at me. "This is your home."

I was level with his chest, noticing he wore another older white shirt but this time instead of rolled sleeves there weren't any at all. I stared at the muscles in his shoulders a little too long, and felt him shift under me.

"You've always liked to look at us." He murmured.

"Don't think we didn't notice your pretty little eyes on us all the time."

Hiding my burning cheeks, I refused to look up at him knowing my face would confirm that what he says isn't a lie.

"When you became a woman we started lookin' too baby." He spoke too low. I was afraid I imagined him speaking those words.

"You did?" I gasped. Was he making fun of me?

He grunted in approval, the male sound vibrating down to my lower belly. "I have missed you."

I stared up at his face, taking in his dark eyes and the way his jaw was clenched. His thin lips looked dangerous and I watched as his nostrils flared.

"Say it back." He demanded, squeezing me tighter. His hand had now taken a tighter possessive over my ass making it so there wasn't any space between us.

I wanted to tell him I missed him too. I wanted to go down on my knees and beg him to make me his lover, his wife. But if I did, and he laughed or turned away I knew my heart wouldn't be able to hand it. So I just lowered my eyes and pushed against his chest. I hope he won't notice my tears on his shirt.

"Genevieve." His voice was louder this time and I jumped at how scary he sounded. Rarely did they use my first name. He was a no nonsense type of man and I was testing his limits. The last time he had called me that was the night I found his brother and him with the woman from the bar.

"Stop, Colt." I begged, I still haven't met his eyes. "Let me go."

***

I sat cross legged on my bedroom floor. My bed was the same. My painting of Thunder still hung on the wall. Nothing had been moved, but I knew it had been dusted and cleaned regularly. I wasn't sure what made me start unpacking and putting things away. While I drove from Josie's house to the ranch I had a good conversation with myself on how I was going to grab everything necessary that was dropped off by the delivery truck and leave the rest.

A couple hours later I had hung up my clothes, put my makeup and jewelry away. Everything other than what was at Josie's was put away. I still wasn't sure that I was staying here.

Slowly I walked throughout the house. The master bedroom was still empty other than the bed and vanity set. Most of my parents' things had been donated per their request. Only the important jewelry of my mothers and a few family heirlooms of my fathers were kept in the vanity.

I sat on their bed a while, running my hand over the handmade quilt, wishing that it still smelled of them.

Law and Colt's bedroom were on the same side of the house as mine. Their bedroom doors were closed but I hadn't heard a single soul in the house since I ran inside after Colt finally let me out of his arms.

I was slowly processing how aggressive the men had been, making me think that they wanted me.

Slowly opening Law's bedroom door, I snuck inside and closed the door behind me.

Everything was put in its place other than a few dirty jeans beside an empty hamper. I couldn't help but to giggle at that. I went through the top of his dresser, running my hands over the loose change, a few bar tokens and an old Catholic cross necklace.

There were a few pictures in frames, one of my horse Thunder that looked fairly new, and even a picture of both Law and Colt when they first came to the ranch. If I remember right my mother took the picture, making them put their arms around each other as they stood in front of the old pole barn next to the house. Even with boyish faces they were incredibly handsome. Long legs that always sported a pair of jeans, and cowboy boots. Picking up the picture to look at it closer, a frameless photo came into view. It seemed to have been almost hidden.

I recognised the photo from my twenty second birthday. It was one of the few occasions I had gone out to celebrate in California. I had gone out with a few girls from my study group to a brewery to enjoy a few beers and one of the girls had taken a picture of me. I had my hair in a braid over my shoulder, and wore a yellow bell sleeved top.

I had only sent that picture to Josie, I wasn't sure how Law got it.

Putting it down, I released the breath I forgot I was holding. I willed myself to calm down as I took a seat on his bed. What could this mean?

Absently running my hand across his plaid sheets like I had done in my parents old room, I gave into the temptation to lay my head down. What I didn't know was that the events of today would have me falling into a deep sleep.

I woke up to the sound of the door opening. It took a couple seconds for me to remember where I was and my sleepy eyes blinked a few times until I got a clear image of Law standing by the door wearing only a small towel. There were still drops of water on his chest from his recent shower.

I was starting to have more trouble brewing than I could handle.