Sophie Oak - Three to Ride

Rachel gasped and locked her legs around Rye’s waist. He thrust in and out easily, as though he enjoyed the exercise.

His face was serene as he gazed down at her. “I think a psychiatrist would say Stef has some deep-seated issues that cause him to seek out pain. Max is really just therapy for him. About once a year, he pulls something that causes Max to beat the shit out of him. The next day, Max has to buy the beer, and we all go back to being friends.”

“That’s terrible.” She managed to breathe through the pounding of her heart. Rye was slowly grinding against her clit. He knew exactly how to play her.

He shrugged and continued fucking her. “That’s just Max.” She could see he was still looking out the small window over the bed. He grimaced. “And that’s a black eye. Sorry, Stef got in a lucky shot.”

Rachel was about to ask if Max was all right when Rye exerted just the right amount of pressure. The orgasm caught her off guard. She gasped as her body seized and released in spasms of pleasure. Through it all, she could see Rye looking incredibly pleased with himself. She had the feeling he could go on for hours, but the door to the cabin slammed open, and he grimaced.

“Time’s almost up. Next time you come five times before I let go.” Rye picked up the pace. Within a minute she felt the wash of his release as Max slammed into the room.

Rye rolled off her. He was every inch the satisfied man. His eyes were lazy as he looked at his brother. “What did you force him into this time?”

Max was sporting a hell of a cut over his right eye. Rachel sat up and tried to look at it. “He’s paying for our honeymoon. So, baby, you pick someplace expensive. We’re going first-class all the way. That should teach him to mess with me.” Max reached down and scooped her up into his arms before she could protest. He glared at Rye. “And you. She’s probably sore. Do you give her any time at all to recoup from our sexual marathon? Hell no, you’re on top of her the minute you wake up.”

Rye grinned. He was devastating when he smiled. “Not the minute. We watched you yell at Stef for a while.”

“I’m going to take her to bathe,” Max said, sounding as prim as a half-naked man with a black eye could sound. “Maybe she’ll feel better after a nice long soak.”

He started to carry her off when Rye laughed. “Baby, you do know he’s going to fuck you in the tub, don’t you?”

Max’s hungry smile told her everything she needed to know.

Thirty minutes later, the water was still warm as Rye eased into the marble monstrosity of a tub. Max moved back a little, making room for his brother to sit opposite them. His arms were lazily wrapped around Rachel. She let her head fall back against his chest. She was going to take a long nap when they got home. Rye pulled her feet into his hands and started rubbing.

“That feels good.” Rachel sighed.

“I’m glad to help,” Rye replied with a wink. “Tell me, baby, did he even let you get into the tub, or did he just bend you over the sink?”

Max’s head came up. “Hey, I was a gentleman. I shoved her up against the wall. I did all the work. All she had to do was hold on.”

“Yes, it was all very polite.” Rachel reached down in the warm water and found Max’s hand. She wound her fingers through his. “Listen, Max, I never meant for the bidding to get crazy like that. I have some money…”

Max nibbled on her ear. “It’s fine, Rach. Don’t worry about it. I’m pissed at Stef, not you. I can’t be mad at you for bringing us together.”

She shivered as Max sucked on her sensitive earlobe. “No, I want to put in my share. I have about seven hundred dollars. I know it’s not much.”

“We’ll take it,” Rye announced, never letting up on his slow rub. His strong hands worked the arches of her feet. She would have given him every cent just for him to continue.

“Rye, she is not paying us back.”

Rye shrugged. “All right. I just thought, that since we were getting married, we should probably set up a household account and put all the money in it. If you think Rachel should have a separate account…”

“Hell no!” Max turned her around so he could see her face. Rachel protested the loss of her foot massage, but Max didn’t seem to care. “Let’s get one thing straight, Rachel. This is not one of those roommate-style marriages where we just come together for sex. This is a traditional family. We make the decisions together, and everything we have is ours.”

Rachel suppressed her need to laugh. “Yes, I can plainly see how traditional we are,” she remarked to the man she planned on referring to as Husband Number One.

Husband Number Two smiled brightly. “Maybe we should change the name of the business to the Harper-Swift Stables. I don’t want Rachel to feel left out.”

A vein right above Max’s left eye throbbed and looked as though it might explode. “Why the hell would you keep your name? You’re marrying us, Rachel. You’ll take our name. Even if this marriage is a damn democracy, we can outvote you. You’re going to be Mrs. Harper.”

Rachel stared at Husband Number Two. “Will you stop baiting him?”

“But it’s fun.”

She shook her head. “Stop it.” She turned to Max. “You calm down, you Neanderthal. I never said I wanted a separate account, and I never wanted to keep my last name.” She bit her bottom lip, gnawing at it nervously. Now was as good a time as any to fess up. It was time they knew about her past. Rachel was surprised to find she wasn’t terribly worried about how they would react. Something soft, but infinitely strong, settled into her heart. They loved her. They would never leave her. It gave her enormous security. She reached out and took both their hands in hers. “The truth is, I’m not that attached to this name.”

She felt both of them tense.

“How attached are you to Elizabeth Courtney?” Rye asked quietly.

She felt her eyes widen and her mouth drop open. “You know?”

Max nodded. “Yeah, baby. I searched your car and found your fake IDs.”

“You searched my car?”

Max didn’t even bother to look guilty. He simply nodded. “Oh, yeah. I would have searched your house, if you had one.”

“He’s a nosy guy,” Rye interjected.

“Well, you were obviously hiding something.” Max’s fingers curled around hers.

“And it never occurred to you to give me my privacy?” Rachel know the answer but felt compelled to ask any way.

“Nope,” Max replied.

Rye joined him. “No, darlin’. And just to fess up, I would have searched your car, but Max got there first. You know, I did run a trace on you.”

Her heart raced a little. She had tried not to think about the fact that Rye had requested information on her. Tommy still had contacts in the police departments all across the southwest.

Rye’s face was set in stern lines as he sat back against the curved wall of the tub. He did not look like a man who was going to let her go because he was shocked at the truth. “You were running. No one shows up in Bliss with just the clothes on their back and a beat-up Jeep as a living space.”

Max immediately refuted his brother’s statement. “Now, the way Mom told it, that was pretty much the way Teeny showed up. And Holly Lang, you know, that waitress at the Bear Creek Lounge. Oh, and don’t forget Laura Niles. She’s the checkout girl at the Stop ’n’ Shop. She didn’t even have a car, though. She hitchhiked into town and liked it so much she stayed.”

Rye’s feet rubbed against hers under the warm, bubbly water. “Teeny was living in her VW bus with Logan, and she was on the run from an abusive husband. Marie took care of him with her twelve-gauge.”

“There is a reason I play it safe about Marie. That old woman can still castrate a man at twenty paces,” Max murmured.

“Can we skip the roundtable discussion of women on the run?” Rachel interrupted. If she let them go on, she would hear about every woman who ever sought refuge in Bliss, and it seemed like there were a whole lot of them. Maybe they should form a club. “So you know about Tommy?”

Rye and Max got very serious. “Yes, I know all about him,” Rye replied. “I’m going to make sure he can’t hurt you again. I think we should all go back to Dallas on Monday. We’ll stand beside you while you press charges.”

She took a deep, steadying breath. She had been pretty sure that was what she needed to do. She didn’t want to hide for the rest of her life. How could she move on, marry Max and Rye, and have babies with them if she was always looking over her shoulder? Her running days were over. She’d only run in the first place because she’d been all alone. She wasn’t alone anymore. She had more than just her life to fight for. She was fighting for a future.

“I’m ready.” She squeezed their hands.

Rye pulled her close. “I love you. He’ll have to kill me to get to you.”

“And while he’s killing Rye, we’ll run, Rach,” Max promised with a glimmer in his eye.

Rye groaned and splashed his brother in the face.

Rachel tried to get out of the line of fire. In the end, she gave in and splashed them both. She was going home to face her demons, but she wasn’t going alone.

The sun was high in the sky as Rye drove them home. They chatted about their upcoming trip to Texas. It made her nervous, but she decided she would view it as a vacation. She would put things right so she could get on with her life. Rye was going to book the trip when they got home. Rachel was going to pack what little she had. The men promised to take her shopping while they were in Dallas. She wasn’t going to live out of her car anymore, and they had a huge closet for her to fill up. Rye promised they would shop for wedding rings while they were in the big city.

She would need some winter clothes. She bet it got cold here. She’d never lived in a place where it snowed all winter long. It wouldn’t matter. She had two heat generators to keep her warm in bed. She’d been cozy cuddled between them the night before.

Rye turned down the long drive that led to the house. She was getting used to the quiet of the ranch. It was isolated, with only two neighbors and the nudist colony within a five mile radius.

Rye leaned forward and peered in the distance. “What is that?”

Max rolled down the back window. He breathed deeply. “It’s smoke.”

She smelled the woody smell of smoke billowing in through the window. A cold shiver went through Rachel’s body as she remembered that night when Tommy tried to kill her. She had woken to the overwhelming smell of smoke. It had choked her and caused her to gag. She’d been forced to crawl on her belly to find even the smallest patch of breathable air.

“If those idiot boys set off one of their rockets again, I’m going to have a long talk with their mama,” Max swore. “I told them to keep those fire hazards on their own property.”

Rye reached for her and squeezed her hand. “It’s fine, Rachel. Max is probably right. Those Farley boys more than likely have another wild science project going. They’re ambitious, but not the brightest bulbs in the socket, if you know what I mean. They live on the other side of the valley. More often than not, though, they end up in our pasture. If it’s not them, then someone is ignoring the burn ban, and I’m going to get to write a ticket or two.”

Rachel nodded, but she gripped Rye’s hand. She hated the smell of smoke. It put her right back in that night when she’d fought for her life. She remembered the moment when she realized she couldn’t leave the bedroom. The doorknob had been hot to the touch. The fire had spread, and there was only one way out of her small townhouse. She’d been forced to break the window and jump. She could still feel the glass cutting her flesh and the terror of hitting the ground. She’d been sure Tommy would be waiting to do what his fire hadn’t been able to. Only the sounds of her neighbors coming out of their homes to check out what was happening had driven him off, she was sure of it. Even then, she had been able to feel his eyes on her, watching her. She shook off the feeling now. She wouldn’t let him ruin every good moment she had.

“Hey.” Max reached for her from his seat in the back. He seemed to sense her fear. His hands were a comfort around her shoulders. “Are you all right, baby?”

She took a deep breath and tried to banish the panic. “I’m fine.” She was all right. She was with them. There was no way Tommy had caught up to her. She’d been very careful since he’d almost caught her in San Diego. It was just the fire that was making her edgy. She just had to stay calm. It wouldn’t do to have her future husbands see her flip out at the very smell of smoke.