by Myla Jackson
Mark moved around to Libby’s front, taking care of her breasts while Luke maneuvered between the woman’s legs, lifting her bottom so that he could plunge his tongue into her pussy, lapping up the sweet, musky juices. Then he turned his attention to her clit, laving it with slow, steady strokes, over and over, increasing the speed. He slipped one finger into her channel, then another, all the while licking her nubbin of desire, refusing to let up until he had her screaming out loud with pleasure.
Libby could barely breathe. With one brother between her legs and the other massaging her breasts, the sensations were spiraling around her, bombarding her with so much pleasure, she feared she’d die—and what a glorious death it would be.
Luke’s relentless assault on the special place that had gone untouched by a man for two years had her lit up like fireworks on the fourth of July. As she rocketed to the edge, she clutched Luke’s hair with one hand and the back of Mark’s with the other, her fingers digging into their scalps. As she pitched over the top, she screamed, calling out their names, her body trembling, each spasm more explosive than the last.
Before she could tumble back to earth, Libby rolled over, coming up on her hands and knees. She wrapped her hand around Mark’s engorged cock and slid up the length and off the end. “I want you both.” She raised her ass as high as she could while tugging on Mark’s length, urging him to get closer. “Let me pleasure one, while the other pleasures me.”
Luke reached for his jeans, pulling his wallet from the back pocket.
Libby breathed a sigh when Luke pulled a foil packet out, tore it open and slipped the rubber down over his straining member.
“I must say, I’m glad you boys come prepared,” she said. No matter how much she wanted these men to make love to her, her head was too foggy to remember her own name, much less have a conversation about sexually transmitted diseases.
“I’ve got another in my wallet.” Mark rose to his knees in front of her, his cock jutting straight out, eager and ready for anything.
Libby smiled. “Good. I think we’re going to need it.” She ran a hand from the tip of his dick, down the full, thick length to his balls, rolling them between her fingers.
“Damn right, we will.” Mark grabbed her hair, his fingers twisting around the strands. “Tell me how rough you want it, sweetheart.”
An image of Jackson and the riding crop rose in Libby’s mind and made her shudder with need. Shocked at how her pulse leaped at the mention of playing rough, Libby gulped and answered with her best biker-babe confidence. “I can take anything you have to dish out. The rougher, the better.”
Mark laughed and shoved her head downward, thrusting his cock into her mouth. “Then take it in the mouth, biker girl.”
“Mark…” Luke warned.
Libby nearly laughed, except she was so tied in knots over being treated so coarsely, she retreated off the end of Mark’s dick. For the first time in her life, she assumed the role of a sex-starved whore, eager for some cock, which wasn’t far off the truth. “Talk dirty all you want, cowboy.” She glanced over her shoulder, her brows cocked. “Are you going to point that thing or shoot?” Her pussy practically dripped in anticipation of Luke’s cock burying itself inside her.
“You’re mouthy, woman.” Luke slapped her ass, the sound louder than the sting.
The slight pain made Libby draw in her breath, amazed at how good it actually felt. Her father would be aghast. “You call that punishment?” She forced a shaky laugh before sucking Mark’s cock back into her mouth.
Luke slapped harder.
The sting of his fingers on her ass sent a wash of come trickling to the edge of her opening.
“I’ll fuck you, baby, like there’s no tomorrow.” Luke thrust his big, thick cock into her, filling her pussy, stretching her channel so tight, she could barely move.
Libby held her breath, her teeth scraping the length of Mark’s member.
“Careful, sweetheart. No biting.” Mark yanked her head toward him. “But don’t stop now.” He pumped in and out of her mouth, while Luke drove deep inside her.
The balmy night air teased her nipples, the stars above added just the right amount of lighting and the sex couldn’t have been more perfect. Libby had fantasized many times, but never engaged in sex games while making love. She’d always played by the rules of polite society, living in her concrete castle at the top of a skyscraper in New York City.
She’d done what her father demanded, attending all the right schools, having all the right friends and agreeing to marry the man her father approved of, a junior partner at her father’s firm.
Never had she stepped out of line. Never would she have dreamed of deviant behavior such as what she was experiencing now. And all she could think of was why she hadn’t done this sooner? Who knew she’d like rough sex? That she’d like being fucked like an animal while sucking on another man’s cock? Her transformation from socialite to biker chick had been only a shadow of what she could achieve. Making love to the Gray Wolf twins put her on an entirely different level. And damn it, she wanted more.
While Luke pumped her like a piston, he leaned over her, his fingers seeking out and finding the center of her pleasure, that swollen, throbbing bundle of nerve endings. He stroked her, bringing her along with him as he stiffened, his cock cleaving deeper, faster and more powerfully. He flicked her clit in rhythm, grinding to an abrupt halt, his one hand on her hip, digging in, holding her ass to his groin as his member pulsed inside her.
Mark’s hips moved faster and faster, his fingers tightening in Libby’s hair. He bumped against the back of her throat, once, twice and he pulled free.
Libby gasped, dragging in air, her arms collapsing beneath her. “Why didn’t you come?”
Mark grinned, holding his cock in his hand, stroking its hardened length. “Saving it for later.”
Libby pressed her face against the blanket, her ass high in the air, still connected in the most intimate way to Luke. “That was amazing.”
Luke disengaged, assisting her to lie on the blanket, spooning her backside.
Mark lay in front of her, gathering her hands in his. “You are the amazing one.”
“You think I’m done for the night?” Libby pressed his hands to her dripping core. “Feel that?”
“God, yes.” His fingers slid into her. “So wet.”
“I could easily go another round, as long as you have protection.”
Mark let out a loud whoop and rolled away from her, making a grab for his wallet.
“You can wait until next time, if you’re sore.” Luke hugged her from behind, his hand rising to cup a breast. He nuzzled her ear, his warm breath and gentle words stirring her heart more than gratifyingly raunchy sex.
She pressed his hand closer, guiding him to pinch her nipple. “No. I’m not too sore.”
Mark turned, condom in hand, his eyes wide and eager. “I can wait.” He sighed. “Really.” His cock twitched, still stiff and straight.
“Remember what I said? Love me like there’s no tomorrow.” Libby held out her hand for the contraceptive. “Don’t waste a minute of the time we have together.” She tore the foil with her teeth then slipped the rubber over Mark’s cock. “Now, let’s fuck,” she said, the coarse word rolling off her tongue like a new and tasty treat.
Mark lay down beside her, pressing his cock between her thighs.
Libby draped her leg over his, giving him access, her hand on his hip, guiding him home.
He rammed into her in one long, solid slide.
Libby held her breath until he’d gone as far as he could. Then she let out a shaky sigh. “You Gray Wolfs are almost too much.”
Mark jerked back. “Let me know if it hurts.”
Her fingers dug into his buttocks. “No, it’s good. Big, sexy…incredibly good.”
Luke nuzzled the curve of her throat, his hand on her breast teasing and massaging.
Mark settled into smooth, easy strokes, taking it slow and gentle.
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br /> “What happened to the rough riders?” Libby asked. “I thought you two liked playing rough.”
“We do, for the most part.” Mark brushed his lips over hers. “But sometimes it’s better to take our time. It makes it even better when we’re making love like there’s no tomorrow.”
Libby’s heart contracted and tears welled in her eyes before she could control them. She squeezed them shut. “Make it count, boys. Make it count.”
Mark crushed her mouth with his, slanting over her as he increased the pressure and speed of his thrusts.
Luke’s damp cock slid between her butt cheeks, making use of the crease as he mimicked his brother’s motions. His hands roved over her ribs and down to the furry mound, finding and tickling the bud buried between her folds.
Libby moaned, her hand covering Luke’s, pressing it against her clit. “You’re making it so hard.”
His lips caressed the skin on the back of her neck. “You’re making us hard.”
Her mouth curved into a sad smile. “Hard for me to forget that there is no tomorrow.”
Mark’s hands gripped her hips as he thrust into her one last time, holding her still as his body shook with his release. “There has to be a tomorrow. Tonight was unforgettable.”
A single tear slipped from the corner of her eye, falling to the blanket, unnoticed. Libby had to go. She thought that all the towns she’d been through would have toughened her to the next move, but this one would be the hardest.
If she stayed, she risked falling, deeply and hopelessly in love. She feared she might already have committed that folly. Tomorrow she’d break the news to Audrey. The Ugly Stick Saloon would be short one bartender.
Chapter Four
“She’s special.” Luke glanced at the embarrassingly large bouquet of flowers balanced between Mark’s legs in the front seat of the pickup. “Are you sure daisies are special enough?”
“For the tenth time, they’re perfect.” Mark wanted to laugh out loud at his normally calm, cool and collected brother. “You’re as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. What’s the worst that could happen?”
“She could tell us to take a hike.”
“Then it wasn’t meant to be.”
Luke’s palm smacked against the steering wheel. “Damn it, Mark, be serious for once.”
Mark did laugh this time. But he sobered quickly at the frown on his brother’s forehead. “She told us last night that there might not be any tomorrows for us. I’m trying not to set myself up for disappointment.” His words were empty. If Libby refused to see them again, he’d be eaten up with all kinds of disappointment. The woman had more than captured his lusty attention, her inner vulnerability threatened his carefree lifestyle, making him think of a happily ever after for the first time in his life.
Dusk had settled into darkness, made more profound by a clouded sky. Not one for superstition, Mark tried to ignore the portent of something unpleasant to come, telling himself the clouds were pure coincidence. “Look, we give her the flowers, remind her of our offer to go riding tomorrow and then we back off. If she wants to see us again, she’ll show.”
“If not?” Luke’s foot slipped off the accelerator and the truck slowed. “If she doesn’t want to see us…if we came on too strong…if we scared her way?”
“As Jackson would say, don’t borrow trouble.” Mark stared down at the flowers, praying the daisies were the right flower, that Libby would be happy to get them and she’d come with them the next day on their ride.
Luke glanced across at Mark. “I want to show her our place.”
Mark nodded. “Me, too. I don’t want to run her off with too much too soon.”
Luke drew in a deep breath and let it out, his shoulders straightening. “We’ll have to take it a step at a time. Obviously, something’s spooked her. For all her bad-ass ways, Libby is a marshmallow—a sweet, incredibly beautiful marshmallow—and we have to make sure we don’t crush her.”
Mark nodded. “Right. Maybe we should talk to Audrey first.”
“Good idea.” Luke pulled into the parking lot of the Ugly Stick Saloon and swung around to the rear of the building, parking beside Libby’s motorcycle.
“Looks like she got it fixed.”
“Makes me feel a whole lot better knowing she’s not stranded.” Luke’s fingers tightened on the steering wheel. “I’d sure like to get my hands around the throat of the guy who vandalized it.”
“You and me both.”
“Come on, let’s find the boss.” Luke led the way through the back door, passing the costume room and stopping at the storeroom.
A smile quirked Mark’s lips at the thought of his older brother banging the saloon owner in that room. As soon as his mind conjured an image of Jackson and Audrey naked and doing it, he imagined himself, Libby and Luke naked amongst the stacks of liquor boxes, doing all kinds of naughty things. “I’m getting a hard-on just thinking about her,” Mark said out loud, adjusting his jeans to accommodate the rising ridge behind his fly.
“Keep it in your pants, brother.” Luke adjusted himself.
“I notice you’re not so unaffected.” Mark patted Luke’s back. “Yeah, I can’t get her off my mind either.”
“What are you two boys doing back here?” Greta Sue, the best bar bouncer since Jack “Hammerfist” McKenzie, stepped into the hallway from the front of the saloon, crossing her arms over her linebacker chest.
“Hey, Greta Sue.” Mark gave her one of his most charming grins. “You’re looking beautiful tonight.”
“Cut the crap, Gray Wolf.” Although her words were tough, Greta Sue’s hand rose to pat the dull blond hair she had pulled back in a prison-warden bun. She had a soft place in her tough-gal chest for the Gray Wolf brothers, ever since Jackson Gray Wolf had become her boss’s sweetheart.
“We need to see Audrey,” Luke said. “It’s an emergency.”
Greta Sue tipped her head to the side, peering around behind the men. “I don’t see a fire or police.”
“It’s worse.” Mark pulled the bouquet of flowers from behind his back. “It’s matters of the heart.”
Greta Sue’s forehead creased into a frown. “Does Jackson know about this?” She crossed ham-hock sized arms over her chest. “’Cause I’m not likin’ this one bit. Jackson and Audrey are made for each other. I haven’t see that woman happier since she bought this junkyard.”
Mark laughed and clapped a hand to Greta Sue’s back. When she glared at him through slitted eyes, he immediately withdrew his arm as if she might bite it off. “No, we’re not interested in stealing Audrey away from Jackson. We need her advice about someone else.”
Greta Sue remained stiff for a full two seconds longer before her she relaxed, her arms falling to her side. “In that case, you can find her out front.”
“Uh…could you get her for us?” Luke asked. “We’d kinda like to speak to her in private, not in front of that bar full of rednecks.”
Greta Sue frowned. “What do I look like, a gopher?”
“No, ma’am.” Mark plucked a daisy out of the bouquet. “You look like a wonderful woman who still believes in the power of love.” He handed her the daisy. “Please, Greta Sue.”
The hardened bouncer took the daisy. She could easily have snapped the fragile stem in her fingers; instead, she stared down at the flower. “Don’t ever let it be said that I’m one to stand in the way of love.” She glanced up at Mark. “And you owe me, big time.”
“He’ll do whatever you want, just get Audrey,” Luke implored.
“I’ll be collecting.” Greta Sue’s gaze traveled Mark’s length, then she spun and headed into the bar.
Mark backhanded his brother in the gut. “Thanks for promising the world to Greta Sue, at my expense.”
“We have to talk to Audrey.”
“Still…”
Audrey rounded the corner from the direction of the bar, eyes blazing, her fists clenched.
“Audrey, we—” Luke started.
“Not a word.” She pointed to the storeroom. “In there. Now.”
Mark snapped to attention and entered the room as directed, Luke following so close he bumped into Mark’s back.
As soon as Audrey closed the door, she spun to face them, a full head shorter, but still intimidating with her fists perched on her hips. “What in the hell did you do to my best bartender last night?”
Mark stepped forward. “What do you mean?”
“When she came in today, she handed me her resignation. Out of the friggin’ blue, damn it. And the goddamn rodeo is in town this weekend.”
“Holy hell.” Luke spun and paced the short length of the room, running a hand through his hair. “She wasn’t kidding.”
“Kidding? Kidding about what?” The bright pink splotches on Audrey’s cheeks deepened into red. “You two owe me an explanation. I couldn’t get anything out of Libby except a muttered, lame excuse and a bucket of tears.”
Mark set the bouquet of flowers on a box and took Audrey’s hand. “We made love to her.”
Luke spun and strode back to where Mark and Audrey stood. “Purely consensual. And she was amazing.”
Audrey snorted. “Apparently, she didn’t feel the same.”
Beside his ego taking a full sucker punch to his lower gut, Mark couldn’t fathom what had gone wrong.
“Was there foreplay? Did you make sure she liked what you were doing? Did you bother to ask her what she liked? Did you get to know her before you nailed the girl?” Audrey drilled.
“We did everything right, as far as I could tell,” Luke said. “She didn’t complain.”
Mark shook his head. “Not everything. She wouldn’t let us get to know her better.”
Audrey pounced on Mark, her finger poking into his chest. “What do you mean?”
Mark grabbed Audrey’s finger and held it away from him. “When we tried to ask her about herself, she shut us down.”
“Damn.” Audrey’s lips twisted. She shook her head, finger-combing her long blond hair back from her forehead. “I should have seen this coming.”