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  It seemed like forever, but was probably only second, no one moved. Then she felt the hands on her breasts tighten, massaging. Jackson leaned in to kiss her while Markus lowered his head and pushed up her top so he could take her nipple into his mouth. She felt herself being pushed backward, Markus pushing Jackson aside to claim her mouth while Jackson moved to her breasts.

  And then they stopped, pulling back, leaving her lying there with her breasts exposed. She lay there for a second. She could see from the bulges in their pants that they were aroused, but from their determined expressions, she knew things weren’t going any further. She scooted backward, pulling her top down, feeling her face going as red as her hair.

  “Look, little girl,” began Jackson.

  “I’m not a little girl.”

  “You are a girl. Come back when you are a woman. You have no idea what you were starting. Have you ever even been with a man before?” His eyes narrowed. “And don’t lie to us.”

  “No, you would be my first. And I know what I want, and I want you both. I have been waiting for you, and now I’m eighteen, and I want to be with you.”

  “You know nothing.” Markus looked like he was in pain, but his face was set. “You have no idea what you are asking for.”

  “I do. You two share woman. I’ve heard the rumors for years. I want both of you. I love both of you. I know what’s involved. I’m an adult.”

  “Run along home now, before I put you over my knee and paddle your ass.” Jackson was trying to sound all dark and intimidating, but Cassie found it sent a shiver of excitement through her. She remembered the Violet book. Violet got spanked by her lovers and enjoyed it. A spark flared in her eye. She could have sworn there was an answering spark in Jackson’s eye.

  “Go ahead, spank me. If you are man enough,” she taunted, half turning and presenting her ass to the brothers and wiggling it. “I dare you.” She grabbed Jackson’s hand and placed it on her ass. He pulled his hand away so quickly as if her ass was on fire. “Do it. Spank me.” She turned her head to look at Markus. “You can spank me next.”

  The brothers looked at each other. “Come back to us when you are a woman and know the score and not a girl playing games.” And with that, they were gone, and she was alone, and the tears came. She wept for her lost loves and the end of her childhood and her broken heart. She loved them unreservedly, and they had rejected her. As the sun set, her heart and resolve hardened. She would leave Hope and forget about them. She would love and be loved, and they’d come to regret breaking her heart. And she would never let herself be that vulnerable again.

  And now it was seven years later, and she was a respected professional landscape architect. Annie got her business degree and then came back to Hope and married her high school sweetheart, Steve, and was now pregnant with baby number three. And she had asked Cassie to come back and help her run the Nursery and expand the business. Annie knew the business side, but she needed Cassie’s expertise. She offered Cassie a partnership. Hope was a growing town, and there were lots of opportunities for a good landscape architect, and Annie wanted to expand their greenhouses, and there were now three branches of Abigail’s flowers in Hope and neighboring towns. It was too much for one person to run, especially when that one person was having the worst morning sickness of her life while coping with a three-year-old and an eighteen-month-old.

  She’d hesitated at first, suspecting that the real reason for the partnership offer was that Annie didn’t like her boyfriend and wanted to get Cassie away from him. But he was a good man. He wasn’t very demonstrative, and didn’t seem to like Annie. But he was a doctor, a busy man, and had little time for socializing. Cassie was torn between the challenge Annie presented and her relationship with Craig. He was smart and handsome and a doctor and didn’t seem to mind her limitations in the bedroom. He’d strongly hinted that when he made chief resident he’d be proposing, and Cassie was both thrilled and terrified. She didn’t love him like she loved the Lansing brothers, but maybe that was a good thing. He was a good man. Steady. A bit remote with little interest in sex. He encouraged her in her career, steering her to management in the big horticulture chain she worked for and away from the hands-on “dirty work” she loved, but that’s only because he wanted to see her succeed.

  And yet, there was something missing. Craig wasn’t her first lover. She’d forced herself to date in college. She’d had two short relationships and a one-night stand before she met Craig. He was a med student on the fast track. He didn’t have much time to date and was often tired or distracted when they were together, but he assured her he loved her and needed her. And she kept him organized. She organized his calendar and kept his fridge stocked with healthy food and accompanied him to various social events. She learned how to keep her hair under control and how to use makeup and how to dress to minimize her rounded figure and look the way the future wife of a future doctor should look, and it was understood that when he got the chief resident job, they’d get engaged and then married.

  And then yesterday had happened. She had to go home unexpectedly to change her clothes after a little potting-soil accident at the warehouse. She was surprised to see Craig’s car in the driveway and even more surprised to see him naked in the bedroom, a woman kneeling at his feet, sucking his cock. She stood there, frozen to the spot for what seemed like an eternity, the two naked people too into what they were doing they didn’t even notice her presence until her cell phone rang.

  “Hello.” She was amazed she was able to sound so calm. “Look, Annie, it’s not really a good time right now.”

  “I’ll be quick. I need you here. The doctors have put me on bed rest, and there’s no one who can run Abigail’s. Steve and the staff can keep things going for a couple of days, but I really need you, Cassie.”

  The words came out, almost of their own volition. “I’ll drive down tomorrow. And I’ll stay as long as you need me. But I’ve got to go now. I’ll call you when I know what time I’m arriving.” She hung up and turned Craig and his lover.

  “I’ll be by tomorrow to pick up my things. I’d prefer it if you weren’t here. And you...” She turned to the dark-haired woman who she now recognized as Cindy, one of the nurses Craig worked with. “You get your slutty ass out of my bedroom before I throw you out.”

  “But, honey, this doesn’t change anything,” pleaded Craig.

  Cassie noted with detachment the red lipstick marks on his rapidly deflating cock.

  “I still love you,” he continued. “This is only sex. You know how much you dislike sex. I just needed stress relief.” Cindy looked outraged and then stalked off, clothes in hand.

  “Whatever it is, we are over.”

  She turned and started out of the bedroom. He grabbed her arm, but she pulled away and pushed him backward. He stumbled and landed hard on the bed. “But we were going to get married. I told Dr. MacGregor. He only promotes married men to chief resident. If you leave me, you’ll cost me the job.”

  “Then why don’t you marry nurse slut? ’Cause we are over.”

  She continued out of the bedroom and down the stairs. Cindy was dressed now and sitting on the couch crying. “I’m sorry. I know I did wrong, but I love him.”

  “Well, you are welcome to him. I’m out of here.”

  She didn’t remember the drive to the nearby Holiday Inn. She checked in, called the office, and quit. She had more than two weeks’ vacation banked, anticipating needing the time to plan a wedding and go on a honeymoon. So she used it instead of working out her notice and then cried herself to sleep. The next morning she waited until she knew Craig had to be at the hospital. She went to their house, packed up all of her possessions and put them in the SUV, and now she was back home, on the outskirts of Hope County.

  She was home.

  Chapter 2

  Just after crossing into Hope County she saw the flashing lights. She pulled over to let the sheriff’s car pass, but it pulled up behind her, and she could see the deputy gesturi
ng for her to pull over. She did, her heart thumping. She didn’t think she was speeding. She wondered what she’d done wrong.

  In her side mirror she saw the deputy get out of his car. He was tall and she could see the dark hair peeking out under his hat. Between the hat and his sunglasses, she couldn’t see much of his face, but his body was smoking hot. He was tall, and she could see the well-muscled shoulders straining against the short-sleeved uniform shirt. She rolled her window down and waited.

  He approached and placed one hand on the frame of the open window.

  “What can I do for you, deputy? Did I do something wrong?”

  “It’s sheriff.” She stiffened. She knew that voice. She looked up, and he took off his hat. “And what you can do is get out of out that car and assume the position.”

  “You have to be kidding me, Jackson.”

  He reached inside and unlocked the door and opened it, gesturing for her to get out, standing back while she did. “You were going thirty-two in a thirty zone. I don’t allow speeding in my county.”

  “And you think I might be carrying a concealed weapon?” She gestured up and down her body, from her running shorts to her pale-blue tank top, this time with a bra under it. She’d continued to fill out as she got older and now needed a bra to support her sized-D breasts.

  “You never can tell, ma’am. I’m just being cautious.” She thought he was joking, but she couldn’t see his eyes behind the mirrored glasses, and was surprised when he maneuvered her so that she was leaning with her hands on the hood of the SUV. Then he used his feet to hook hers and pull them back and apart, so her weight was resting on her hands. She could feel his heat scorching her from behind. It was a good thing he was behind her and couldn’t see how her nipples hardened almost painfully, poking through both her bra and her tank.

  His arms came up behind around her, going straight to her breasts. So much for her hope he wouldn’t know how aroused she was. He may not be able to see her nipples, but he could definitely feel them. He moved his palms over her nipples, pushing against them, his fingers gripping her breasts lightly and squeezing.

  She moaned. She’d dreamed of this for years. But it wasn’t right. He just couldn’t abuse his position like this. Oh, god. What if someone came by and saw them?

  “Ain’t no one coming by this way, little girl,” he breathed in her ear like he was reading her mind. “There’s a new main road now. No one takes this road in unless they are heading to the Lansing farm, which means me and Markus and occasionally Annie.” His hands moved down, and she had to bite her tongue to stop from demanding he put them back. She could feel the moisture gathering in her pussy, and she hoped he couldn’t smell her arousal.

  His hands didn’t go far. They went down to the hem of her tank and then worked their way up under it, hands on skin. She stiffened as he made is way up to her bra. He pulled the cups down so her breasts were sitting on top of her bra, supported but fully exposed to his seeking hands, and he took full advantage. First he grasped her nipples, rolling them, tugging them, pinching them, causing an arousal that seemed to shoot directly to her pussy. Then one hand headed lower, down to the waistband of her running shorts, burrowing its way down the front of her pants. When he reached the waistband of her panties, he just wiggled his hand beneath it as well going lower.

  He chuckled.

  “What’s so funny?” she snapped.

  “You are bare down there. I like it. Markus and I were going to make you wax, but you are all ready for us.”

  “In your dreams.”

  “Yup. In my dreams for the last seven years.”

  “Offered myself to you back then, and you turned me down. You don’t get a second chance.”

  “As I recall, we just told you to come back when you were a woman. You are clearly a woman now and we’ve decided to take you up on your offer.” His hand dipped lower, one long finger parting her folds. He lightly rubbed her clit with his right hand, while the left rhythmically squeezed her breast. She shivered and tried to pull away, but he just held her tighter. She tried to bring her legs together, but his feet between hers held her open to his exploring hands. She turned her head to object, and he took the opportunity to kiss her. Hard, his tongue invading. She felt her insides melting. Then he removed his mouth, kissed her neck and nipped her ear, and while she was distracted, he slipped a finger inside her.

  She was hot and tight and wet and he knew he could have her right here on the spot. His cock was so ready. He pushed it against her rounded ass, letting her feel its size and hardness. But he was going to wait. This time, he and Markus were going to make her theirs. She was grown up and ready, and so were they. But he knew that she might not be ready to forgive them for making her wait, so this time would just be for her. He added a second finger into her pussy, and he could feel her stiffen and then moan and surrender to the feeling. With one hand he kneaded her breast. With the other, he finger fucked her, curling his fingers into her G-spot. He could hear her breathing harder and feel her body stiffen as she approached release.

  “Next time, sweetheart, you’ll be down on your knees sucking my brother’s cock while I fuck you from behind. But this time, it’s all for you.” And with that, he ground his cock against her backside, pinched her nipple hard as he used his thumb to rub her clit. He felt her come hard, her body convulsing around his hand, her fluid gushing down over his fingers.

  She went limp, and he gently laid her against the side of the SUV, keeping his hard body and even harder dick pressed against her while he brought his fingers first to her mouth and then to his. Then he stepped back, pulling her up and guiding her back to the driver’s side door of the SUV. He helped her in and even fastened her seat belt before shutting the door.

  “Drive safely, ma’am. And Markus and I’ll be around to pick you up at 11:00 a.m. tomorrow. We’re taking you on a picnic. If you want to wear a tank, that’s great. But no bra is necessary, except maybe for appearances when you leave the house. Once we get back to the lake, we plan to have you naked, so the bra isn’t really necessary.” With that, he walked back to his cruiser, got in and drove away, leaving Cassie sitting alone in the SUV.

  What the hell just happened? she thought to herself. She started to put the SUV in gear when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She could see that her hair was mussed, her lips were swollen and her top was askew. And, she realized, her breasts were still out of her bra. She reached under and adjusted herself physically and then gave herself a mental shake, put the car in gear, and drove home. She just wasn’t going to think about Jackson Lansing or Markus Lansing or tomorrow’s picnic. And she also wasn’t going to think about the fact that Jackson Lansing had just given Cassie her very first orgasm, ever. Definitely not thinking about that.

  * * * *

  Fifteen minutes later, she pulled up at Annie’s place. Annie, Steve, who was carrying little Abby, three-year-old Andrew, and even the dogs came running out to meet her. It was sad that Abigail wasn’t there to meet her, but she’d moved to Scottsdale where the weather was better and now lived near Cassie’s parents. She was in her seventies and in great health except for some arthritis. She golfed every day and was thinking of starting a small gardening business in her new home. Cassie always visited her every time she visited her parents. Abigail was like a grandmother, and she missed her almost more than her own folks.

  Cassie and Annie hugged as well as they could with Annie’s five-months-pregnant stomach between then.

  “Shouldn’t you be in bed?” asked Cassie, concerned.

  “Well, that might have been a wee bit of an exaggeration.”

  “Meaning?”

  Steve laughed. “Meaning that my wife is as strong as an ox and has more energy that I do. I’m the one who needs bed rest, looking after these three whirlwinds.”

  “So you really don’t need me here.”

  “Honey, I totally need you here. We all do. I may not be on bed rest, but Steve has a business trip coming up and
has to get some project done so he can take some time off when the baby comes. Which means, I need help running things at work while I keep an eye on these two. And you know my expansion plans. I need you, and I really do want a partner, not an employee. I know you love the business as much as I do, and you could expand us in so many great ways while I look after the financial and operational aspects. Face it. We are a perfect team. Always have been, always will be.”

  Annie looked at her best friend and could see the wavering in her eyes. She pounced as only a long-time best friend could. She grabbed Cassie’s hand and placed it on her stomach. “Please!”

  “You didn’t tell me the twins were back.”

  “I didn’t think it mattered. After all, you told me you were over them and you were going to marry Craig. You wouldn’t get that serious about someone if you still loved someone else, would you?”

  “Cut the bu…” She looked down at Andrew’s big round eyes staring up at her. Steve laughed and scooped up his son.

  “I’ll take these two. You two have about half an hour before dinner’s ready.” And he whistled as he carried the kids into the house.

  “You told him! You weasel!” Cassie accused.

  “He’s my husband. I tell him everything.”

  “Everything? Really? Did you tell him about your crush on Riley Johnson and how you used to stuff your bra to get his attention?”

  “Okay, not everything. And don’t you even think of saying anything, or I’ll tell Jackson and Markus about ‘Flowering Violet.’”

  They laughed and hugged. But then Cassie got serious again.

  “But why didn’t you tell me they were back? You knew I never really got over them. And you hated Craig.”

  “Yes I did. And I figured that if you knew they were back, you might not come. And even if you never ended up with my brothers, I couldn’t let you end up with that jerk.”

  “I still can’t believe you aren’t freaked out or disgusted by the fact that I fell for both of your brothers.”