by Starla Kaye
She threw her head back, arching, shoving her mound against him. “Ohhhh! I…I….”
The determined cowboy gave a muffled chuckle and kept right on driving her mindless.
As she struggled with sanity, with pressure building inside her, panting, Shane released her. But Carson moved his hands to hold her legs apart.
“I….” She struggled for air. “I can’t take…much more.” Her head tossed back and forth on the pillow while Carson kept right on playing with her. She fisted the sheets and humped against his mouth, frantic.
She screamed out as her hips lurched in a frenzy of orgasmic climax. “Oh, God! Oh, oh, oh! Goddd!”
As she recovered, sucking in much-needed air, Carson’s head shifted from between her legs. Unable to move, she watched him lick her cream from his lips before he grinned at her. “Wow!”
His eyes twinkled with pride. “Thank you, ma’am.”
Carson Donnely knew what the hell he was doing when it came to pleasing a woman. What a keeper.
She just wanted to lie there, savor the experience, and store it away for remembering later.
But Shane had something else in mind. He eased her legs together and straddled her hips with his powerful thighs. He gazed down at her, his eyes heavy-lidded, his face shadowed with sexy beard stubble. “My turn, darlin’.”
Before she could even protest—not that she would have—he took her breasts in his big hands. He kneaded them and used his large thumbs to rub the sensitive nipples into tight buds. She squeezed her eyes shut, relishing the tingling sensations spreading all through her again. Her cowboys apparently were in competition to see who could bring her to a bigger orgasm. Bring it on!
“Still okay?” he asked, continuing to play with her breasts. “Can you handle more?”
“Try me, cowboy,” she challenged, opening her eyes.
He nodded, his gaze mirroring his approval of her answer. Then he flicked one nipple with a finger before lightly pinching it.
She sucked in a surprised breath at the sudden flash of pain. “Testing me?”
A corner of his mouth twitched. “Game, are you?”
When she just studied him, waiting for whatever he would do next, he bent to take the other nipple in his hot, moist mouth. His tongue teased circles around the hardened nub.
“You’re good at this game,” she said on a shiver as that magical tongue made another lap around her nipple. Such sweet torture. This man had serious talent. Another keeper. She sighed.
“Oh Shane’s very good at these types of games,” Carson stated, reminding Kendra that her other cowboy hadn’t disappeared. He’d just allowed his friend a turn with her.
Shane lifted his head for a second. “Damn right.” He went back to her right breast, nipping the hardened bud, then covering it with his mouth as if to swallow the whole breast.
“Devil man,” She threaded her fingers through his shaggy blond hair and held his head to her. “You shouldn’t have said that.” Carson chuckled. “He’ll take that as encouragement.”
Shane gave a quiet growl before he raised his head enough to flash his teeth at her. Then he bent down again and bit the nipple hard enough to make her squeal.
Kendra jerked in surprise at the pain/pleasure and rubbed her aching mound against the erection stabbing at her belly. Need had her wriggling in an attempt to shift what she desperately wanted into position between her twitching legs.
As she succeeded in getting the head of his cock at her entrance, he stiffened. “Darlin’,” he warned in a husky tone. “Don’t move.”
But she wanted to, needed to. Not moving wasn’t an option. “Where’s your damn condom?” she grouched, unable to keep from grinding upward once more.
Sweat beaded Shane’s forehead and upper lip. His arms ached from the strain of holding himself over Kendra and not crushing her with his weight. What a responsive woman! A demanding one. He’d never desired a woman more. But her condom comment caught him off guard. He crashed back to reality.
He’d been so close to taking her unprotected. Unprotected. God! He knew better than that. Yet, what the hell did it matter? He couldn’t make her pregnant. At least according to the doctors, who were 80 percent damn sure he couldn’t. Whatever. He wouldn’t do it anyway. Damn Carson for putting him in this situation.
Distracting him, she wriggled beneath him again. He needed to control things. Besides, his erection shrank, defeated by the reminder he was less than a man. Carson held out a condom, already out of the foil wrapper. His expression mirrored sympathy. Pity, no matter what his friend would say.
Shane scowled. He wouldn’t take the opened rubber. He started to pull away from Kendra. But the determined woman wrapped her legs around his back, her ankles holding him in place. Then she arched upward until his cock had eased a good couple of inches inside her.
He tightened his jaw, then ground out, “I can’t get you pregnant.” If she understood his problem, she would release him. No woman wanted—
“Did I ask you to get me pregnant?” She questioned, not letting up her hold a bit.
He didn’t want to discuss the problem any longer and he reached back to unwrap her legs. “Didn’t you hear me?”
Stubborn woman refused to cooperate, locking her heels together. “I can’t give you, or any other woman, a child.” He tried to move again, but she held him tight.
“All that I care about right now is having you inside me,” she countered.
To his surprise and annoyance, his cock had grown rigid again. “Dammit, Kendra.” Why wouldn’t she give in, let him go? He wanted to go off by himself, lick his wounds. Carson could give her what she desired.
She touched the side of his face with her soft fingers. “Are you diseased? I should have already asked that, of course.”
What the hell? “I’m not diseased,” he bit out. “I just can’t have children.”
She relaxed again, except for her legs still holding him in place. After a second, her inner muscles began to milk his cockhead. “It’s all right, Shane.”
He couldn’t have heard her right. She….
“I don’t care about that.”
He glanced away, unable to face her.
Carson stood by him, watching him intently. Waiting.
“I’m not a real man anymore.” Shame burned inside him Even as he said the words, his determined cock pulsed and she squeezed him in response.
Her eyes shimmered with tears.
“Don’t pity me,” he growled.
“Why would I?” she asked, her brow furrowing.
As her question tumbled inside his head, she used her strong legs to drive him downward. He thrust deep into her warmth with a groan of defeat.
She sighed, tender music to his ears.
He didn’t move, stunned.
She frowned at him and complained, “Are you just going to be stubborn? Or are you going to do what we both want?”
When he still didn’t move, Carson slapped his ass. “You heard the lady.”
“You hit him,” she snapped craning her neck to face Carson.
“The idiot deserved it.”
“Did not,” Shane countered, but the tension inside him had broken. His shaft jerked within her, made him drive lower. He couldn’t remain still any longer. He rammed deep, deeper each time.
***
Kendra was having the most delicious dream. She’d spent one unforgettable night being loved by not only one, but two cowboys. They had taken turns seeing who could give her a more mind-blowing orgasm. And she’d done things with each of them that she’d never before attempted. It had to be just another of her fantasies. She didn’t want to open her eyes and face another day of her too busy and yet boring life.
But as she shifted to her side and almost fell off the narrow cushion, she winced at a strange soreness between her legs. And her breasts were extremely tender. What toy had she used the night before? It appeared that she’d gotten pretty darn serious about satisfying the itch she’d had f
or a while now.
Narrow cushion? She blinked her eyes open. Not her bedroom! Not even a bedroom. A sofa. Whose? Where?
Sunlight crept into the room through the partially open drapes. The drapes Shane had tried to close. Shane and Carson’s condo at the resort. Now she remembered. They’d all agreed sometime late that she would stay the night. But she’d fallen asleep in bed, snuggled between them. At some point one of them must have carried her out here, for whatever reason. From a short distance, she heard a deep male moan. An instant later the man bit out, “Damn, that hurts.”
Shane?
She’d spent a wild evening with her two cowboys. So much better than any of her previous dreams, better than anything she’d read about.
“Are you sure you want this?” Carson asked sounding tense, pulling her from her musings.
She lay still, not wanting to intrude on an obvious private situation, but curious as hell at the same time.
“Uhhh,” Shane groaned. “You need this. I need this.” He barked, “Just fuck me!”
Fuck him? So Carson was.… Oh, she had to look!
Trying to be quiet, Kendra stood and hurried to the ajar bedroom door. Perhaps they were facing the other way and wouldn’t see her. Being a voyeur wasn’t right, but she couldn’t resist the temptation to see what was happening. She was weak.
Of course she stubbed a toe and hissed in reaction, which captured their attention. Her face flamed. “Sorry,” she mumbled, frozen in place.
Shane’s eyes widened. He lay on his side, legs bent, one higher than the other, grimacing. Carson was snuggled behind Shane with his cock buried to the hilt in Shane’s ass. He, too, appeared shocked at seeing her, his expression mirroring concern.
“We didn’t mean to disturb you,” Carson said calmly, apologetic. His unshaven face pinched.
Shane craned his neck to face Carson. “Pull out, for Pete’s sake.” But he didn’t move away himself.
“No!” Kendra cried, hurrying over to them, suddenly realizing she didn’t have a bit of clothing on, not caring. “Don’t stop because of me.”
Carson didn’t withdraw and kept his hand on Shane’s hip. He didn’t say a word but waited for Shane’s response.
“You shouldn’t be seeing this,” Shane grumbled, veins in his neck straining. “It’s one thing for you to suspect….”
Carson scowled and rammed deeper, making Shane suck in a breath. “I don’t believe our Kendra finds this disgusting.” He moved against Shane and met her gaze. “Do you?”
Her pulse raced and her lower body ached. Moisture beaded between her legs. “No,” she whispered, “it’s not disgusting at all.” Their Kendra? Strange, but she was okay with his hint of possession. At the moment, anyway.
Shane’s face held great strain as he studied her. He grimaced again. Carson moved steadily in and out of his ass. He had to be needing more; she would be. But she was complicating things for them.
Finally he gritted out, “Up to you then. Stay. Go. Your choice.”
Carson drove forward with a grunt of desperation.
Shane growled, “Dammit, stop.” Still, he made no effort to move out of Carson’s hold. He kept his ass thrust back at his lover.
Kendra would not leave. She might never get a chance to witness something this special again. But she felt left out, aching, too. “Can I…?” When Carson gave a slight nod, she bolted toward the bed.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Shane grumbled.
His bark covered a man who had been deeply wounded and protected himself. He had a special friend in Carson, who understood him and put up with his moods, who loved him in his own way. She wanted to help Shane heal…help them both. She had a basic understanding of Shane’s issues, but she sensed Carson, too, had hidden pain. He hadn’t said as much, yet there was something about his expression sometimes.
But they would be leaving tomorrow to go back to Kansas. Once again a man—men—would leave her behind. Men who had touched her heart. She would survive, and they wouldn’t even give her another thought after today. This had been a one-night stand, after all.
She shoved the distressing thought aside. Focused on the moment, she wiggled her way onto the bed next to Shane and ignored his irritated look, then grinned at Carson. “Let’s take care of our cowboy.”
Before Shane could protest, Carson gripped his hip and held tight while he pounded into Shane’s ass. Shane turned red. He grunted and strained. What did it feel like to have a thick cock up your ass? She couldn’t be certain, but she didn’t think this was new to them.
When she couldn’t stand it any longer, she squirmed as close as she could and feathered soothing kisses on Shane’s agonized ace. She inhaled the scent of two aroused men, mixed with her own scent. Needing to comfort him even as he suffered pleasure/pain, she stroked his muscled arms and his sweat-covered chest, whispering words of encouragement to them both.
When Carson roared his release, Shane grabbed hold of her. He pressed his mouth to hers and kissed the blazes out of her. Seconds later, Carson rolled away and Shane flattened her to the bed.
He climbed over her, panting, frantic. He drove his shaft into her in one long thrust. Nothing held them back this time, no protesting that he wasn’t man enough. He rode her hard, fast until they both cried out.
Shane slid from her body and collapsed between her and Carson.
When she couldn’t stand the tension in the air any longer, Kendra climbed off the bed. Spotting her discarded clothes, she grabbed them and walked into the bathroom. She took a shower, letting the water run over her until it turned cold. Until the last of her tears had been washed away.
Back in the bedroom, she found Shane and Carson dressed and standing apart. Shane couldn’t quite meet her gaze. Carson also appeared uneasy. She forced a smile. “Best darn blind date ever,” she said, trying to lighten the moment.
Shane frowned and remained sullen.
Carson shook his head at his friend and commented, “I agree.”
Although she didn’t feel the least bit happy, she went for perkiness. “Back to reality. I’ve got a shop to get to and you’ve got a plane to catch on the other side of the island.” She swallowed hard but kept her smile in place. “If you ever get back here….”
Her heart twisted and tears threatened. She tore across the room and jerked open the door. She didn’t want them to see her crying. She’d learned that she definitely needed to get back to dating. Someday she would find—
A sob tore from her and she ran away from the condo, dashing at the foolish tears. Neither of them came after her and that hurt the most.
Chapter Seven
“You have to do it, Kendra,” Alexis stated with grim determination.
Kendra washed her mouth off and prayed her stomach would settle down. After three months of morning sickness that seemed to last all day, this whole motherhood stuff wasn’t thrilling her.
She’d been stunned at discovering she was pregnant. There were only two possible fathers for her innocent baby. Carson, but he’d never once had sex with her unprotected. And Shane, who had sworn he couldn’t make a baby. Not enough of a man, ha!
Alexis stood beside the open door of the bathroom in their shop and tapped her foot. “He should already have been told.”
“I know.” Kendra leaned into the counter and stared into the mirror. Did she look different now? Yes, she’d let the color fade from her hair. But was there more? Did she have that glow people said pregnant women got?
Not seeing anything special, she sighed. She glanced at her friend. “I’ve tried.”
“Not very hard.” Alexis stepped closer and gently touched Kendra’s shoulder. “If ever a man needed to know something like this, Shane Carter does. In particular, after what you told me about him.”
Kendra had wanted to tell Shane about his child before now, but she hadn’t been quite sure how to do it. Send him a You’re going to be a proud papa card? Call him? How many times had she picked up the ph
one to call the ranch? A lot. But she’d never stayed on the line long enough to wait until someone answered…until the other day.
“You can’t keep dragging your feet about this. The baby will be born, maybe even crawling around by the time you—”
“I called a couple of days ago, but Shane wasn’t there. Off at some rodeo.” She met Alexis’s troubled gaze in the mirror.
“Did Carson tell you how to reach him? I’d bet he has a cell phone.”
Carson hadn’t offered the information in their brief phone call, and she hadn’t asked for it. She’d been uncomfortable talking to him, a man she’d been very intimate with a few months back for one night, and then not heard from since. Same with Shane. But the situation with Shane was different, more complicated.
“I’ll try again when Shane gets back to the ranch. Carson thought he would be home by the first of December, which is a couple of weeks away.”
The news would be quite a shock. He’d been certain that he couldn’t father a child and she hadn’t wanted to pry into something so personal. Besides, they’d been together less than twenty-four hours. Would he find it good news?
Just thinking about the life she carried made her smile, made her crazy, too. She’d already filled up her spare bedroom with baby furniture, clothes, far too many toys, and anything else she found baby-related. She couldn’t wait to hold him—certain her baby would be a boy. She wanted to take him on rides in the fancy stroller she’d bought. She wanted….
“It’ll all work out, Ken, I know it.” Alexis stepped back to the doorway. “And you’ve always got Tyler and I for whatever support you need. Plus, I’m going to be the best aunt ever!”
Kendra gave her a wobbly smile, fighting back tears, again. If she wasn’t suffering from morning sickness—all day long—she had become an emotional basket case. “Baby and I will be just fine. I’m more than capable of raising a child on my own.” She sniffed. “And, as you said, I’ve got people in my life that I can rely on.”
Having to work out shared custody worried her. This baby belonged to her! But the baby would also belong to Shane.