Chapter 16

16

Melissa

“ T onight’s no good for making any kinds of decisions,” Colt decrees.

“I can’t stay here,” I insist, though I’m gradually melting into the armchair. I can’t even use alcohol to numb my feelings. A baby is growing in my womb, and one of these men is the father. I should have a heart filled with joy right now, not spine-crushing dread. “They’ll come after me.”

“Nobody’s coming after you yet,” Colton says. “And until we do a little bit of digging, talk to the cops, get the lay of the land, so to speak, you’re not going anywhere, Melissa. Your only destination is your room upstairs, which is still yours if you want it.”

“Of course I want it.”

“Then go upstairs and unpack that duffel bag.”

“I’m sorry,” I reply.

“Stop saying that,” Ethan sighs. “We’ll talk later.”

“For now, the three of us need to talk,” Mitch says.

Darla frowns and pours herself another scotch. “You’re lucky I came downstairs for a midnight snack. Otherwise, we would’ve found you out there, frozen to death, you foolish girl.”

I’m about to say I’m sorry again, but I swallow the words and get up instead. With my head down, I grab the duffel bag and make my way upstairs.

They wait until they hear the door to my room close, then get to talking. Their voices are muffled, but I can tell they’re angry and rightly concerned. I’ve brought trouble to the ranch, and I’ve got a feeling they’re debating what to do with me. Sending me back to Ridgeboro is still an option, whether they want to admit it or not, and it hangs over my head like a dark cloud.

“I don’t want to disappoint them,” I tell my reflection in the bathroom mirror as I take my clothes off and jump into the hot shower. The freezing cold has penetrated my bones, and I can’t stop shaking, even as the heaters rage in my room.

An hour passes in dark warmth. I’m tucked in, but I can’t sleep.

A subtle knock on my door pulls me out of my thoughts.

“Melissa,” Colton’s low voice breaches the night.

Outside, it’s still snowing with a vengeance, the roof shuddering under the weight of it all. I get out of bed and open the door to find Colton, Ethan, and Mitch standing in the hallway, a wall sconce shines some light on their handsome, pensive faces.

Ethan is the first to come closer, cupping my face as he pulls me into a hard, possessive kiss. It’s a different flavor, and it sends chills down my spine—the good kind that sets my core on fire. “Do you still want us?””

I nod. “Yes, I do.”

“Good. Then undress for us,” Ethan says, his voice low.

“Okay.”

He kisses me again, even harder, his lips crushing mine. “That’s not how you respond. How do you respond when I give you an order, Melissa?”

For a few seconds, all I can do is blink slowly as I try to catch my breath. Something is definitely different between us. The atmosphere feels loaded with a new kind of heat, flames blazing and licking at my senses as I peer deep into the darkened, tourmaline pools of his eyes. Colton and Mitch wait, thumbs hooked into their jeans pockets and hunger dripping from their gazes.

I welcome this thrill.

It takes every semblance of control away from me, which is, oddly enough, precisely what I seem to need in this moment.

“Yes, sir,” I say, giddy with anticipation.

“Good girl,” Ethan replies. “Now, undress.”

“Yes, sir,” I say it again, almost smiling.

Slowly, I unbutton my pajama shirt. My matching green pants join it on the floor, followed by my panties. I’m already wet and yearning, my hair falling freely over my shoulders. My breasts are tender, my nipples perked under their attention.

The guys undress as well, standing naked before me in mere seconds.

“Do you like what you see?” Mitch asks as my eyes slowly rake up and down each man.

“Yes, sir.”

“Get on your knees then,” Ethan commands me.

“Yes, sir.” I sink to my knees, the three of them crowding around me.

I close one hand around Mitch and the other around Ethan while parting my lips so Colton can slide down my throat. I stroke them with deliberate precision, tightening my grip at the base, then slowly working my way up. Colton holds my head in place, and tears spring from my eyes as I let him deep-throat me at his leisure. I feel the veins twitching against my tongue. Tasting the precum as he pulls back, I can’t help but smile.

“You’re delicious,” I tell him as I pull back for a moment.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he says.

Ethan hisses as I stroke him faster, while Mitch runs his fingers through my hair. I take turns with each of them, relaxing the back of my throat to let each of them in, reveling in their heady, deliciously manly flavors. Mitch takes a step back with a sharp gasp.

“I’m not going to last if you keep doing that,” he says. “Stand up.”

“Yes, sir,” I smile as I do as I’m told.

My whole body is ablaze, but they don’t touch me. It’s what I long for the most, and they’re not giving me any of it. They’re tormenting me on purpose.

“Walk over to the bed and bend over,” Mitch says.

“Yes, sir!” I exclaim, positively delighted.

I’m about to get filled to the brim, and it’s a sensation I missed over the past few days. Gladly, I obey and spread my legs wide for them as I hold on to the edge of the bed. I’m horny as hell, my juices dripping down the insides of my thighs as I shudder and moan softly.

Ethan’s hand comes down with a hard smack, and the sting makes me cry out.

“Have you really been a good girl, Melissa?” he asks, his voice low and raspy.

He slaps my ass again.

“Oh!” I whimper. It’s a sweet kind of sting. It’s doing quite the number on my senses, my pussy clenching tightly with every contact between my buttock and his heavy hand.

“Have you been a good girl?” he asks again.

“No, sir, I haven’t.”

“And what do we do to bad girls?”

“Whatever you want, sir,” I reply, unable to stop the grin from stretching across my face. “Whatever you want.”

His fingers probe my entrance, and I turn my head to look at them.

“Eyes forward.”

I jerk my head around and moan loudly as he uses three fingers to penetrate me, curling them with every retreat. “Oh, fuck, I’m so fucking wet.”

“Good.”

“Permission to touch myself, sir?” I manage.

“Why?” he asks.

“I really want to come.”

“Not yet,” Ethan replies.

My vision is blurry, my climax so close, I can almost feel it, but it won’t arrive unless my clit is taken care of. The little nub is swollen and tender, in desperate need of attention while Ethan finger-fucks me out of this world. I moan and gasp with every stroke, my core stiffening.

So close… oh, God, so fucking close.

Ethan withdraws his hand, and I’m left feeling naked and alone.

Colton pulls me back. I arch my spine in response, catching a glimpse of Ethan as he comes around and climbs onto the bed, his arms long enough for him to hold on to the posts while Mitch sits on the edge.

“Relax,” Colton whispers as he gently lifts me off the ground and positions me on top of Mitch. I’m as light as a feather in his grip.

“Deep breath,” Mitch says. He digs his fingers into my hips and beckons me to slide onto him. My pussy clenches with desire as he fills me and stretches me.

Ethan jerks his hips forward, and I lean over and take him in my mouth, practically unhinging my jaw to let all of him in. At the same time, Colton holds me by the back of the neck and joins Mitch inside me.

“Easy, baby,” he grunts and thrusts himself deep.

I hold on to Ethan’s thighs while Mitch tilts his hips upward. Colton fucks me slow from behind. I feel them, both of them, sliding into me. Every thrust brings me closer to the much-needed edge, my clit pressed against Mitch’s groin. It’s all I need.

“That’s it, Melissa. Take it,” Ethan growls as he goes deep down my throat. My neck muscles tighten with each motion, the world around us dilating and expanding into a blurry nothingness.

Colton slaps my ass hard, and I come, gushing like a fountain, my pussy rippling around both of them while Ethan shoots his hot load down my throat. Mitch explodes next, filling me and consuming me at the same time.

“Fuck!” Colton manages as he brings his hand down again.

I ride the wave, drinking Ethan in as Colton comes inside me.

We come down from our highs together, and my men gather me in their arms. They surround me with their warmth and pull the covers over us. It doesn’t take me long at all to drift into a contented and exhausted sleep.

Everything but this can wait until tomorrow.