Cowboy Boots and Unadulterated Pleasures [Cowboy Boots 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (19 page)

“Sir, no,” she objected, shaking her head. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”

Biting his bottom lip, he hauled her body against his and slammed his groin against her ass. Sliding her forward, he spread her cheeks and watched as his cock disappeared between those flared pussy lips, her excitement glistening around her entrance as he committed to a screwing frenzy. Crue was fully prepared to give her whatever she asked for. This was her moment, their time.

“More. Oh God. I want more.”

Biting back his own twisted desires, he withdrew and slammed inside her again, reaching new depths as she mewled, her soft whimpers more like an agonized cry.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, trying to remember what their safe word had been and praying she didn’t need one, wouldn’t use one. Then again, why would she? This moment was about her pleasure.

Entering her again, he took a painstakingly long stroke, pressing forward one inch at a time. “There you go, sub.”

“Please, no. Don’t take your time with me. Not now. Not today.” She initiated a more rapid movement, shimmying her hips and squeezing his dick with an invigorating pussy pulse. “I don’t want slow and easy, Crue.”

He slapped her ass. “And I want you to remember your place, sub.” Small chill bumps peppered her skin and he smiled at her reaction. “Do you want more?”

“Yes, yes, Sir. I need more.”

He raised his hand and spanked her again, remembering how much she loved a hard slap to her ass, one delivered with the intent of leaving a burn. She cried out and he spanked her once more.

She clenched around him in repetitive beats. Her active little pussy pulsed, squeezing and releasing his cock as he thrust inside her, pounding harder with each new stroke.

“I’m close, sub. So close.”

Dear God! What was she doing to him? His heart raced. His pulse quickened. He stilled inside her, fighting to hold back his release. The inevitable end would soon come forward, rolling over his cock like a sudden heat wave with fires too hot to contain.

She slid her hips forward and rammed against his groin again.

“Fuck,” he growled, spreading her cheeks and gaining a more intimate view. “You asked for it, sub.”

As if she fully understood, she collided against him once more. This time, when she pulled away from him, he sucked his finger down to the knuckle. When she returned, he dipped his middle finger inside her hole, twisting and turning the digit until his knuckle was buried inside her bottom.

Pausing for a moment, she purred like a kitten. And what started out as a slow screw, quickly became a wild and thrashing fuck.

“Now, sub. Now you can come with me.”

Her ass clenched around his finger. Her pussy tightened around his cock. He thrust inside her again, jerking as he came. And to his surprise, he once again screamed her name.

“You told me to go fuck myself, so I took it as an open invitation to hurry up and find you so you could witness the occasion,” Colt said, marching inside the bedroom.

Startled, Kelly yanked the sheet over her breasts, but she missed covering the most functional of body parts. Crue was standing in the corner disposing of his condom. Apparently, they’d arrived in time to join the party.

After a shower, that was precisely what Colt intended to do—have one hell of a party. Maybe if Kelly remembered how well they loved her together she wouldn’t be so downright defiant.

“It wasn’t an invitation, Colt,” she said, her gaze meeting his before taunting the others behind him. “Well don’t just stand there. Come on in, boys.”

His heart shattered as he watched her greet the others. She went out of her way to avoid looking at him now. Was she really this pained by the fact he didn’t want her working with them? Couldn’t she see he was only trying to keep her safe? Why the hell would a woman want to work as an operative anyway? Didn’t she understand the risks and unnecessary dangers? Didn’t she know if something happened to her, he’d never survive another day?

“How you doing, Kelly?” Brand asked, stepping inside the bedroom.

“I’ve had better days,” she admitted, brushing her hair out of her face.

“The recently fucked should be insulted,” Kemper teased, glancing at Crue.

“After that kind of good loving, I’m anything but. Believe me,” Crue said, his fierce and possessive eyes watching her.

Colt stalked the bed. He’d worried himself to death. He’d grieved over her, feared she’d never be able to accept the harrowing truth, the real reasons her father had lifted a gun to his head and pulled the trigger. If she wanted to pout, she could sulk, but he still needed to touch her.

“I need a minute,” Colt said, lifting her chin to his. He wasn’t dismissing the others, but instead speaking to her. Planting a peck upon her lips, he said, “I want you safe, Kel. That’s all. I have to know you’re safe. I wasn’t trying to oust you.”

“That’s precisely what you were trying to do,” she said, scooting by him.

Stilled by the coolness in her voice, Colt took a deep breath. He’d give her a little time. That was all she needed, a little distance.

Taking the sheet with her, she walked to the door. “You boys look like you’ve had a rough day.”

“It would’ve been a grueling day had we known Crue was down here enjoying himself while we were trying to save you,” Kemper admitted, holding her by the waist and kissing her cheek. “You doing okay, babe?”

“I’ll survive.”

Stopping at the door, she gazed into Gabe’s eyes and cupped his cheek. “Thank you for coming.” She turned to Brand. “Thank you all for coming.”

Without another word exchanged, she said, “I’m taking a shower. I don’t want to be pumped and prodded by all of you at the same time, but I need someone with me right now.” She shot Colt a glance. “And not you.”

With her parting words, she entered the bathroom and started the shower.

She wouldn’t be alone for very long.

* * * *

Gabe entered the bathroom and set aside a clothing packet. All the underground units stored clothing for their operatives, and thanks to Colt’s ingenuity, this particular compound had been designed with recreation in mind. He felt a smile tilt his lips as he gripped the vanity and untied his work boots. Stripping off his socks, jeans, and underwear, he cursed his cock for helping him make assumptions. He wasn’t even in the shower yet and already his dick had a mind of its own.

Shrugging off his shirt, he opened the linen closet and put his dirty clothes in the hamper before placing several plush towels on the ledge next to the shower. Taking a deep breath, he walked behind the tiled half wall.

Kelly turned her face to the heavy spray of water. Leaving the showerhead, she faced him. “What’d you do, draw straws?”

Her voice was hoarse and her eyes were swollen. She looked at him as if she relied on him to carry her through, and he would, if she’d let him. He would do whatever it took to make her feel safe and loved again.

“Come here, Kelly. Let me hold you.” Opening his arms, he wasn’t surprised when she fell into his embrace. Her thin limbs locked around his neck and she wept quietly, pressing her lips to the groove between his neck and collarbone.

“I’ve gotcha, Kelly. I have you always,” he said, rocking her back and forth.

As he clutched her body to his, the world seemed to stop. This woman warmed his soul. She made him whole. Now, if he could just figure out how to do the same for her.

Framing her face with his hands, he tilted her head back and looked in her eyes. “I love you, Kelly. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember.”

She slowly shook her head and closed her eyes. “The love part has to stay out of the equation right now. It’s too much, Gabe.”

Disappointed, but understanding the kind of pressure she must’ve been feeling, particularly since the five of them had stormed back into her life and seemingly turned everything upside down, he reluctantly nodded. “Let me hold you then.”

He locked his big arms around her body, feeling somewhat awkward as she folded her shapely limbs over his. Staring into his eyes, she said, “I said to put the love aside. I didn’t say anything about the lust.”

Her eyes were hooded and misty. Her desire for him was evident as she kissed his chin and left a trail of warm sensations down his trunk before devouring his flesh with her wicked mouth. Her ravenous tongue toyed with his right nipple as her fingers raked across the left.

“This is what I need, Gabe,” she whispered, returning to his ear.

Before he could lift her to him, she sank to her knees. Her slender fingers lifted his sac and she sucked the skin, drawing his scrotum between her lips and taunting him with rapid tongue flicks across his heavy balls.

Pressing his head against the wall behind him, Gabe gritted his teeth as she came at him like a package full of sin. She devoured his cock, sucking his length straight to her throat.

Up and down, her mouth worked with ease. She gripped his thighs and gave him a blow he’d never forget. Her breasts bounced lightly as her head bobbed up and down. And even though he’d meant to stand there and enjoy her for the rest of the week, he soon discovered he only had the stamina of an average undersexed male.

Thrusting against her, he flattened his hand against her head and cried out as she stopped blowing and nuzzled the head. “Come!” she rasped, gliding up and down. “Now,” she demanded, rising to the tip and lapping at the slit.

Pushing the weight of his cock down her throat, he cursed his baneful existence as he emptied his release deep inside her mouth. And even though she swallowed every last drop, he couldn’t help but feel some measure of guilt.

She’d lost her father. She’d lost the only family she had. Was this any way for them to help her handle her grief?

Damn if he didn’t hope so.

“Apparently the two of you missed the part where I said I didn’t feel like being prodded and probed.”

Gabe had only just abandoned her when Brand and Kemper joined her. Kemper’s hot gaze held at her chest as Brand grabbed a bar of soap and scrubbed the dirt and grime from his flesh. He’d been the muddiest and she couldn’t really blame him for racing to the shower.

Kemper pursued her as Brand bathed. Slapping his palm against the wall, his large muscular body barricaded hers against the tile. He lowered his mouth and fed from her lips, acting as if he’d only entered the shower with one goal, a lonely man’s agenda.

An outright assault occurred when his tongue slipped between her lips. His tongue fluttered up and down as he moved against her, his cock hanging between her legs more than his own when his body brushed against hers.

Teasing her nipples with pinching fingers, he lowered his head and kissed her breast, drawing the fullness between his lips as he devoured her body. She remembered in an instant what a joy the suckling brought when he marked her as his.

Giving her arm a swing, she reached for Brand and fondled his cock as he stepped under the showerhead and rinsed away the suds. Up and down she pumped him, keeping her grip steady, her fingers locked. At the same time, she faced Kemper.

Moistening his lips, he said, “You know how this is all going to go. Don’t you, Miss Submissive?”

The rasp of his fine voice left her toes tingling, her breasts fuller and sensitive. When Kemper placed his palms on her shoulders and pushed her to her knees, she looked up in time to see Brand inch away from the water, desire heavy in his eyes. The scent of Irish Spring filled her nostrils as she nuzzled his cock. She didn’t know if she could stand this. Sensing Brand’s pain and his loss was overwhelming, especially when his agony seemed to match her own.

Kemper left the shower, but only for a minute. When he returned, he had a couple of towels, lubricant, a condom, and something tucked behind his back.

Dropping the towels next to the drain, he said, “Kneel there, Miss Submissive.”

His voice was already deeper, darker, and far more mysterious. In the year before, she’d only used her safe phrase—“exclusively yours”—one time and it had been when Kemper had played too rough. To this day, she remembered how he’d tested her, played with her, and she often wondered why she’d uttered a sound, outside of a pleasurable moan or satisfied hiss.

Brand turned off the water and stood in front of her with parted legs. Dousing her crease with lubricant, Kemper went to work as if he’d been toying with the idea of fucking her ass for the better part of a forgotten century.

Brushing her cheek with his fingertips, Brand said, “We’ve missed you, Kelly. Forgive us if we’re too greedy, too needy.”

Curiosity drove her to glance over her shoulder and her eyes widened as she watched Kemper drench his toy, her bottom popper, with the shiny substance.

“Give him head, Miss Submissive,” Kemper said, smacking her bottom.

Her breath caught in her lungs and she licked the tip of Brand’s swollen cock. His chin dropped and he studied her carefully, gripping the base of his shaft as he rubbed his tip across her lips.

“There you go, sweet thing,” Kemper rasped at her ear. His hand fell against her lower back and he nipped at her lobe. “That’s right, Kelly. Get ’cha some, darlin’.”

The way he spoke to her during moments of passion had always driven her desires. Some women might have been turned off by his approach, but Kelly found his tone extremely satisfying.

She pressed her knees together and sucked Brand’s cock. Ignoring the heat building between her legs, she lapped at him like a woman gone wild, quite aware of the probing cold stone at her rear entrance.

“Relax, Miss Submissive,” Kemper said, slapping her ass with a firm hand.

Humming against Brand’s size, she reached between her legs and toyed with her clit, so anxious to come she quickly forgot her place. Brand’s eyes widened as if he understood which line she’d crossed, which barrier she’d breached.

“That’s gonna cost you,” Kemper told her, thrusting the stone inside her bottom.

With a pop, she released Brand and cried out in surprise as Kemper crossed an intimate threshold, twisting the object higher as he came to her side and studied her expression. “Too much, Miss Submissive?”