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  Chapter 2

  Pulling the notebook from the shelf, Suz settled into the rolling chair. Opening the notebook, she began to read. The first page was a letter from Ruth, assuring her that all would be well and no matter what her father had drummed into her, all she had to do was relax. The creativity would come.

  The pages that followed contained everything she needed to know regarding the care, feeding, and maintenance of the loom, as well as her own creativity as the Dream Weaver. She’d even included sage advice about dealing with a McKenzie man.

  After skimming through the entire notebook, Suz stood and stretched. She walked around the loom, caressing the wood and the smooth logs, the soft warp threads and in general, getting reacquainted with her new work partner.

  “All right, old chap. It’s you and me with Penn and Liam to back us up. We are going to weave beautiful things.”

  According to the notebook, her first task would be to dress the loom and wind weft yarn onto the bobbins that fit into the shuttles. Ruth advised her to prepare more than she needed because it was quite frustrating to have to stop in the middle of a project because she’d run out of weft thread.

  Looking at the shelves of colorful yarns and threads, Suz was drawn to a cone of yarn that was the same cream color already laced onto on the loom as the warp. Pulling that cone of yarn from its shelf, she set to work winding yarn onto the bobbins. The basket under the bench was full of the empty bobbins she’d used to weave Ruth’s shawl, so she decided to use them. Since this shawl would be similar in length and width, she filled the same number of bobbins.

  Once she’d filled them, she piled them into the basket and then set the basket under the bench which kept it close at hand when she needed a new bobbin but out of the way. After picking up the first shuttle, she took a deep breath and went to work.

  * * * *

  She had no idea how much time had passed when she realized she had developed a serious problem only a McKenzie man could solve. Carefully laying the shuttle across the soft fabric she’d woven, she slid off the bench and walked to the wall phone. After consulting the card of phone numbers taped to the wall next to it, she lifted the handset and dialed.

  “This is Liam.”

  “Where are you?” she asked, her voice sounding tense, yet low and sultry.

  “The barn. Why?”

  “I need you in the studio.”

  “Is something wrong, lass? Are ye hurt?”

  Suz shifted so the center seam of her jeans rubbed over her slit. The action sent jolts of electricity through her, causing her belly to contract. She would have touched herself but knew from past experience that she could not give herself an orgasm. She’d promised all her orgasms to Penn and Liam a dozen years before and had not come without one of them touching her since that day.

  “Yes, something’s wrong. No, I’m not injured. I’ve been weaving. I need you in the studio. If you’re too busy, send Penn, but one of you needs to come here. Now.” She heard the bitchy tone in her voice, but couldn’t change it. She was in pain and only they could help her ease it.

  Liam chuckled in her ear. “Aye, lass. Someone will be there in a wee bit.”

  As she waited, Suz pulled the curtains over the wall of windows so they wouldn’t give a free show to the workers who took care of the farm. Then she stripped off her clothes. She couldn’t decide if she should sit on the chair or lay across the bench when the door opened. Liam was breathing heavily and there was an impressive bulge behind the zipper of his jeans as he stepped inside and closed the door.

  “So yer hot and horny, eh?” He unzipped his jeans, allowing his long thick length to pop out at her. He sat in the rolling office chair and pulled off his cowboy boots. “Come here, lass. Let’s see if we can’t do somethin’ ta scratch yer itch.”

  “Penn’s not coming?” Suz crossed to stand in front of him. He lifted his hips from the chair and shoved his jeans to his knees.

  “No, he’s out of the office dealin’ with some problem or other.”

  “He won’t be upset about this, will he?”

  She didn’t want anyone to be hurt, angry, or jealous. She just wanted to love the men she’d claimed for her own when she’d been six years old. They’d been twice her age and twice her size, but had agreed when she’d demanded they promise to wait for her to grow up so she could marry them. She’d found out only after they’d followed her back home to Denver that they had laid claim to her even before then. She’d been only six weeks old when they’d seen her for the first time and knew she would be theirs forever.

  * * * *

  Liam caught the worry in her tone and expression. Wrapping his arms around her back, he rested his chin between her fabulous tits and looked up her chest into her troubled green eyes. “No, lass. He’ll no’ be jealous. He’ll just wish he’d been here ta help. There’ll be times that one or the other of us will be with ye alone. As long as ye dunna favor one o’er the other too much or try to play us off each other, we’ll be fine.”

  Breathing in her fresh, clean scent, he licked and nibbled his way around one breast before taking the hard pink tip between his lips and sucking hard.

  When her knees buckled a few seconds later, he lifted her over his lap to straddle him. As she settled over his powerful thighs, his lips never lost hold of her pebble hard nipple. Leaving one arm wrapped around her back, a finger from his other hand traced over her hip then down the cleft of her ass, between her spread thighs.

  “Lass, yer soppin’ wet.”

  She murmured into his hair, but he couldn’t make out the words.

  He slid two fingers into her pussy then brushed the pad of his thumb between the bare, puffy lips that protected her clit. His cock was hard enough to pound nails, but this wasn’t about him. This was about the responsive woman in his arms finding her ultimate pleasure from just his touch.

  He tightened his hold, and she went up like a Roman candle as he slid another finger into her core. She arched her back over the arm wrapped around her, head thrown back, screaming as her orgasm overwhelmed her.

  Pulling his fingers from her, he used both hands to lift her enough to fit the flared head of his steel-hard cock to her wide-open entrance. With a deep sigh he lowered her down over his shaft until he was fully sheathed inside her steamy wet heat.

  Her still-spasming walls tightened around his length in rippling contractions as her orgasm rolled on and on. Finally she settled into his chest. Though she’d found release, she did not relax. She continued to tremble in his arms, muscles still tight and needy.

  “Oh lass, ye feel glorious wrapped like hot silk around me cock.”

  She didn’t answer, just snuggled her face into his neck.

  He clenched his jaw to try to maintain some kind of control. He wanted to thrust hard and fast, but moving too soon might hurt her. That was the last thing he ever wanted to do.

  “Suz? Are ye okay?” He asked a moment later when the trembling stopped and she lay quiet in his embrace.

  “Yes and no,” she whispered, her voice soft and hoarse.

  Shifting against him, she licked his nipple, which sent an electric shaft of need straight to his hard cock. He clenched his teeth so hard he thought he might break a tooth if he couldn’t move soon. Very soon. A moment later she lifted her head and looked at him through glazed, lust-filled eyes. The swirling brown and green fought the gold flecks for dominance.

  “I need you to fuck me good.” Placing her hand on his shoulders, she began a slow slide up and down his stone-hard shaft.

  “Ye have me, lass. As long as ye need me. Now and forever.”

  Liam dropped his hands to her hips to help her ride his shaft. What started as a gentle coupling quickly spiraled to a racing gallop for completion as Suz rode him faster and faster. Soon her screams harmonized with his own deep growl of release as they came within a heartbeat of each other.

  * * * *

  Suz collapsed after her second orgasm, amazed the top of her head had not exp
loded off her body. The sexual knots that had tied her in were now completely unraveled. She felt loose, almost too loose. Only Liam’s strong arms holding her secure to his chest kept her from puddling to the floor like a skein of unwound yarn.

  She smiled when he brushed a kiss over her temple. “Feel better now?” His deep voice rumbled in her ear.

  “Mmm hmm.” She was incapable of thinking, much less forming words. All she wanted now was to sit here for the next year or two, breath in Liam’s masculine scent, and feel him holding her.

  “Can ye tell me what brought this on? Not that I mind, but ye sounded like a crazed woman on the phone.” Liam chuckled as he ran his hands up and down her back, soothing himself and loving his woman, giving her what he instinctively knew they both needed.

  “I was weaving. My jeans rubbed me in all the right spots to excite me, but I knew I couldn’t get myself off. When I couldn’t stand it any longer, I called you.”

  Leaning forward, she licked the skin where his neck flared into his shoulder. He tasted salty, musky, and male. Licking again, she closed her eyes and savored the flavor. He’d become an addiction she hoped she never grew tired of.

  “Do ye feel better now?”

  “Yes, thank you. Very much. I hope I didn’t take you away from anything important.”

  “No, lass. I was doin’ paperwork. I’m grateful to put it off. Can I see what ye’ve been workin’ on?”

  “I guess.”

  “First, get dressed. I don’t want ye ta catch a chill.”

  Suz nodded as he lifted her easily off of his lap. He held her steady until she found her footing. Getting a hand towel from the stack on a nearby shelf, she gently wiped them both dry. Before Liam could pull his boxers and jeans up, she leaned over and kissed the tip of his softening cock.

  After she dressed, she showed Liam the cream-colored shawl she had begun. As he admired her work and praised her growing skill, his cell phone rang. He flipped it open, answering automatically.

  “This is Liam. Uh huh. I’ll be there in fifteen.”

  Hanging up, he wrapped both arms around Suz and pulled her into his chest, one of her favorite places to be. “I have to go. One of the alpacas is about to become a first-time mommy and seems to be having a little trouble.”

  “Okay. I hope it goes well. Love you.”

  “I love you, lass. Any time I can help with anything, jes’ let me know.”

  He raised his eyebrows in a comically menacing leer. He brushed another kiss in her hair. After one last squeeze, he released her and left.

  Closing her eyes, Suz wrapped her arms around her chest to hold onto the feeling of love and protective caring she felt every time either of her men held her. Then she returned to the loom, still wearing a contented smile. Life was good with her McKenzie men.

  Chapter 3

  The sharp trill of the phone coincided with another bobbin running out of yarn several hours later. Laying the empty shuttle across the weaving, Suz slid from the bench to answer the wall phone.

  “Hello?”

  “Prepare yourself, bitch. I’m coming for what’s mine.”

  Suz barely processed the man’s words before the phone clicked in her ear. She pulled the phone from her ear and frowned at it.

  “Had to be kids,” she muttered as she hung up. She glanced at her watch when her stomach gurgled and clenched and her cunt knotted with reawakened sexual hunger.. “Oh wow, where did the time go?”

  Carrying the thin instruction notebook, as well as the first of Ruth’s numbered design notebooks, she locked the studio and headed to the house. She didn’t see the tall, lean figure standing in the thick brush of the tree line as she hurried across the yard toward the house where lights glowed in several rooms.

  Entering the back door, she hung up her shawl and kicked off her shoes. “Hello? Honeys, I’m home.” Smelling something delicious in the air, she wondered if the meal could wait long enough for her men to scratch the itch she’d developed from her afternoon of weaving.

  “Welcome home, luv.” Penn appeared in the open doorway to the kitchen. “Did you have a good day?”

  He wore his University of Edinburgh shirt and sweatpants, looking scrumptious. Lust flared, her sexual hunger overrode her physical hunger. All she could think of was feeling him inside her.

  Dropping the notebooks to the floor, she stepped close, reaching for the elastic waistband of his sweats. She pushed his pants down his legs until they fell to his ankles. His cock, which had been half hard the moment before, slammed to attention as she watched and licked her lips.

  Wrapping one hand around the base of his long, hard length, she cupped his scrotum in her other palm and placed a delicate kiss at the tip. When a drop of pearly fluid appeared, she licked it up, savoring his salty sweet flavor. She felt his hands thread through her hair and tighten against her skull.

  “Mmmm, good.”

  Opening her mouth wider, she licked and swirled her tongue around his length as she descended over him. Bobbing several times, she continued savoring his length, taste, and texture until she felt the tightening of his balls. With one last lick up his shaft, she pulled away.

  “Suz, luv. Please. Don’t. Stop.” He groaned as she brushed a kiss on the head and stood.

  “Come with me.”

  Taking his hand in hers, she led him through the kitchen into the dining room. He shuffled behind her, his free hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly.

  The antique table in this room would easily accommodate a dozen people, but sat empty most of the time. They preferred the casual hominess of eating in the kitchen. After throwing back the white lace table cloth, Suz reached for her jeans. In seconds, she kicked them off and laid face-down on the table.

  Looking over her shoulder at Penn, she winked. “Fuck me, Penn. Hard and fast.”

  Penn froze as Suz spread her legs farther and then wiggled her beautiful ass at him. “Come on, sweetie. Fuck me. Please, Penn. I need it bad.”

  Feeling as if he’d entered his best dream, Penn reached out and rubbed the tips of two fingers over one cheek of her ass. She was so soft and silky. His cock throbbed painfully, demanding to know what he was waiting for. His brain had no answer, but he hesitated just the same.

  “Please, Penn. I need you to fuck me.”

  “Ye’d better do it, brother. She’s so wound up she’s hurtin’.” Liam spoke softly from the kitchen doorway.

  “What’s happened to her?” Penn breathed, turning his head to meet his brother’s gaze.

  “She’s been weaving. She called me to the studio earlier. I’ll finish dinner.”

  Returning his attention to the woman laid out before him, Penn watched her hips arch as she tried to hump the edge of the table. He rubbed one hand up and down her spine as his other hand slid down the cleft of her ass to find her open, wet cunt.

  “Shhh, baby. ‘Tis a’right. I’ll take good care of ye.”

  He bent and brushed kisses down her spine to the twin dimples where her ass divided. The hand between her legs cupped her mons, finding her entire crotch drenched. Kneeling behind her, his tongue traced the line down between her cheeks. He paused to rim her rosette before moving to her open pussy.

  “Mmmm.” She purred, arching her back to meet his tongue.

  After lapping at the juices he found there, he moved forward to find her clit. Two fingers slid into her as he teased the bundle of nerves. When she was this wound up, focused attention on any of her hot spots set her off like a string of firecrackers.

  Wrapping his free arm around the back of her waist to hold her down against the table and keep her still, he rolled his lips over his teeth then gently nibbled at her clit. At the same moment he slid a third finger into her cunt then held tight.

  * * * *

  “Oh. My. God.”

  Suz screamed as one of the most intense orgasms she’d ever felt slammed through her. Every muscle in her body contracted as fiery lust blazed from her core out to her fingers and toes,
then back again to her pleasure center. Even her hair tingled with the release.

  She felt Penn ease his fingers out of her cunt, but before she could miss his touch, he pushed his cock into her grasping wet emptiness. He slid in fully with one thrust, filling her to capacity. Her orgasm, like waves of water in a tilt box, rolled back and forth through her. Her vagina rippled along the length of his cock. When he began to drive into her, the waves gathered and strengthened until she peaked again. He thrust into her three more times before following her over the cliff into nirvana.

  She murmured her appreciation as he brought her down slowly. She sighed as he eased from her, still brushing his hands over her to calm her until she lay on the table like a puddle of goo. She was so relaxed she could not move.

  He kissed his way up her spine. When he reached her neck, he brushed her hair aside so he could look at her face. “Feel better, luv?”

  “Mmmm,” was also she could manage and even that was released on a sigh.

  She didn’t fight when he pulled her to stand, though she wasn’t sure she could hold herself up. She didn’t have to. He picked her up and carried her. She curled into his chest and closed her eyes, not caring where they were going.

  A moment later, Penn sat down and she felt something soft and fuzzy covering her. Opening her eyes, she found they were in the living room, sitting in her comfort chair. This was the only piece of furniture she’d brought from Denver.

  She’d bought the chair the day she’d found out she was pregnant with another man’s baby. It was colorful and beautiful and never matched any other furniture she’d ever owned, but as soon as she’d seen it she knew she had to have it. Her ex-husband had hated it and wanted her to get rid of it, but she refused, keeping it even after she lost the baby and divorced the husband. Every time she sat in it she felt happy, less worried.

  Penn and Liam thought it was a great chair. They liked it best when they sat in it and she curled up in their laps.