Two Cowboys in Her Crosshairs [Hellfire Ranch] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Jennifer August

  He sighed loudly before getting off the bed. “You’re hell on seduction, you know that?”

  She laughed and slid between the sheets. “Sorry, I’m out of practice.”

  Jake settled next to her. His weight created a dip in the bed that made her roll toward him. He stopped her momentum with gentle hands at her shoulders. His thumbs played over her skin. She loved his touch on her.

  Everywhere he stroked, he left a trail of fire and arousal.

  “Don’t worry, sweetheart, we have all night to practice.”

  He dipped his head and pressed a soft kiss to her mouth. Olivia sighed and curved her hand over his chest. He deepened the kiss, and she dipped her hand lower. She trailed her fingers through the rough hair of his chest and down his stomach.

  Jake groaned when she reached the thicket of brown hair just above his erection. She plucked at a few strands of hair.

  He nipped her bottom lip and clamped both hands on her hips. “I am so ready for you, Olivia.”

  “Good,” she said. “Because I’m ready for you, too.”

  He waggled his brows at her. “Are you? Shall we see about that?”

  She was reaching for his hard cock, but her fingers missed as he pushed her to her back and sidled close to her hip. “Spread your legs, love.”

  Olivia slid her thighs apart. Her breath came in rapid spurts as she waited for him to touch her.

  His big hand flattened at her belly then slid downward. He circled the small strip of carefully manicured hair she maintained then dipped lower. When Jake’s big palm cupped her, Olivia gasped and surged into his hand.

  “God,” she whispered.

  “Damn,” he hissed in response. “You want me, honey?”

  Olivia gripped his shoulder and dug her nails into his taut flesh. “Yes. Yes, damn it. I do.”

  He chuckled, low and seductive. “Let’s see how much.” Jake drew back until his fingers feathered the outer edges of her pussy. He spread her skin, and she gasped at the sudden rush. But it wasn’t enough. She felt constrained. She flung the covers back and spread her legs more.

  “Touch me, Jake,” she pleaded.

  “I am, baby, I am.”

  He dipped to her breast and dusted soft kisses along the sensitized skin. He spread his fingers and widened her lower lips then slid one long digit along her canal. “Fuck, you are so wet.”

  She clutched at his head and held him to her breast. His lips trailed over her until he found her pebbled nipple. Olivia writhed against his finger and mouth. He was tearing her apart with this dual attack.

  “Please,” she whimpered.

  “Please what?”

  She didn’t know. All she knew was that his touch was driving her to the brink, and she desperately wanted to go over. Wanted to flail and wail and come in a shattering orgasm beneath his skilled fingers and mouth. “Anything, Jake, anything.” The words tore from her.

  He met her eyes and his twinkled with the deviltry of his Irish ancestry. “How about everything, instead?”

  He flashed a smile then recaptured her nipple. His teeth clamped with just enough pressure to send a rush of pleasure ping-ponging between her tits and clit.

  “Oh damn,” she said with a breathy moan.

  Jake slid one finger to her slick opening and slowly pressed inward. Olivia stilled immediately and squeezed her eyes shut.

  “You okay?”

  “Yes! Just please, don’t stop.”

  The tip of his finger rimmed her hole then flexed upward. She jerked. Jake started a soft pulse in and out. Each electric slide ramped her desire and she clutched at him. He laid his head on her breast and held her eyes with his magnetic blue gaze as he pleasured her.

  She gasped and bucked and whimpered with each thrust.

  “Like that?”

  Olivia nodded.

  “How about this?”

  The pressure at her pussy increased, and she bowed upward as he slid two fingers inside her. “Jake,” she gasped.

  “God, you are tight.”

  She bit her lip and squeezed his fingers as she pumped her hips. “Faster,” she said.

  He picked up the pace then stopped. “How long has it been?”

  Her eyes flew open. “What?”

  Jake pinched her inner thigh with a light, teasing touch. “How long?”

  She squirmed beneath his sharp eyes. “Long enough that I’m about to blow,” she said.

  No way in hell was she going to tell him she’d not slept with anyone except her vibrator since their night in Afghanistan.

  He wanted her body, and she was willing to take that and walk away. She knew once this mission was done she would never see him again.

  The risk was minimal and the payoff huge. If he would just keep pleasuring her.

  She grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged. “Don’t make me throw you out of this bed and call in reinforcements.”

  He gave her a low, husky laugh. Blissfully, his fingers twitched and caressed her outer lips. He pulled and stroked. Soon she was moaning again.

  “Yes,” she said. “That’s what I want.”

  “Spread your thighs wider.”

  She scooted a little more until her feet flirted with the edge of the bed. Jake slid down her body and settled between her widespread thighs.

  “Relax, sweetheart, and let me stir up this little honeypot the right way.”

  She looked down, and her pussy clenched. Jake Logan’s strong, tanned face was inches away from her most private and needy parts. His nostrils flared with anticipation, and lust glittered deep in his eyes. She nodded.

  He grinned back and winked. “I wasn’t asking permission. I was giving you fair warning.”

  Before she could reply, Jake dipped his head. He spread her lower lips and blew a stream of strong, cool air across her clit followed by the long slide of his tongue. She bucked immediately and slammed her head into the pillow.

  But Jake had more in store for her. He tunneled his fingers into her pussy as he lapped sinuously along her slit.

  She felt fuller than she’d been in years—three to be exact. Her skin stretched to almost painful as he continued his slow slide in and out of her body. Warmth and friction built between them as he pumped and licked her closer and closer to orgasm.

  “Jake,” she said.

  He looked up but kept his tongue dancing along her moist channel.

  Olivia shuddered. She was so close to coming. But she didn’t want it this way. She didn’t want them to be disconnected when she came. Olivia half sat up and grabbed at his shoulders. “Up here. I want you inside of me.”

  Jake’s mouth popped free of her pussy and the small zing shot to her clit. She gritted her teeth against the erotic tingle. He pulled his fingers free of her and slowly lifted them to his mouth. Still holding her gaze, he sucked her juices from them.

  “Sweet,” he said.

  Jake crawled up her body. He dropped tiny kisses in random patterns on her quivering stomach as he inched upward. His soft, warm lips were maddening in their fleeting caress. She ached all over and knew the only thing that would satisfy the craving he’d roused was to be stretched by his cock.

  To be beneath him, surrounded by his scent and touch and need.

  Jake reached her neck and nibbled his way up her chin to her mouth. She caught the scent of her musky arousal on his breath, and it made her ache even more. Olivia wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him down even as he pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

  His weight flattened her breasts, and she could feel the pulse of his cock sliding against her pussy.

  His heart pounded just as hard. He rotated his hips, and the head of his dick swept her lower lips with maddening featherlight touches.

  “Feel how much I want you, sweetheart?”

  “Yes.”

  His smile flashed white in the moon-dappled room.

  He slid his hands beneath her butt and squeezed. “Lift your hips for me.”

  She did, and the change
in angle was immediately gratifying. The cut head of his dick grazed then pressed along her slick lips. She inched up another tiny bit, and the head popped in.

  They both groaned.

  He pulsed but didn’t move. She groaned and tried to suck him deeper inside with her pussy muscles.

  “Oh, fuck,” he murmured.

  “That’s what I’m hoping for,” she said. Olivia slid her hands to his ass. He had tight, taut buns that filled her palms. She squeezed and trailed her fingertips along the skin.

  He jerked and chuckled. “Tickles.”

  She hadn’t known he was ticklish. The idea made her smile. She pushed backward with her hips until she felt his head sliding from her then shoved upward.

  “Ah, damn, woman. Why are you so impatient?”

  His jaw clenched and sweat beaded at his temple.

  “Because I’ve waited three years to have you again.”

  The words ripped unintentionally from her throat. She held her breath and prayed he wouldn’t roll off and leave.

  He didn’t.

  Something shadowy flitted in his blue eyes, but he quickly chased it away.

  Jake didn’t say a word. He tightened his hold on her buttocks and slowly, inexorably thrust into her hot, aching pussy.

  She couldn’t breathe or think. She could only feel.

  “Olivia,” Jake said. He buried his face in the crook of her neck. His warm moist breath sent more shivers over her.

  She ran her hands all over his body from ass to shoulders and back as she lifted her hips. With small, maddening movements, Jake filled her body. When at last their pelvises meshed, she could not contain her gasp of exhilaration.

  Jake throbbed in response, and she clamped down on him. They stayed like that for a long moment. His weight was heavy and hot against her. His breath sounded ragged and demanding in her ear.

  She twitched her hips, and he groaned. Jake rose up on his arms. His face was a mask of sensual agony.

  Without a word he slowly drew back until he reached the edge of her pussy then pushed back in. His slow, languid pace made her lose her breath and grapple at his skin.

  But it wasn’t enough. She bucked beneath him, her hips demanding more.

  “Faster,” she whispered.

  Jake’s jaw pulsed. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t,” she said.

  He laughed shortly. “Sweetheart, you have no idea how much I want you.”

  She wiggled and clenched her muscles until he groaned and his eyelids drooped.

  “Yes, I do. I’m a marine, Jake, not a porcelain doll.” She took a deep breath and framed his face with her palms. “I want you to fuck me. Hard.”

  His eyes narrowed, and his dick pulsed deep inside her. He nodded sharply and pulled back to the very edge of her heat.

  Their eyes clashed and met, and in that instant she saw all the wild desire he was bottling up.

  “Fuck me, Jake. Fuck me now.”

  A tendon on his neck stood out, and he growled as he plunged into her.

  The impact was immediate and incredible. Sweet desire pulsed inside her pussy and along her clit with each jolt. Again and again his lean hips whipped in and out of her body. He drove her higher and higher. A nebulous cloud of pleasure wrapped around her and she clutched at him—the only stable thing in her world.

  The bed rocked with the rhythm of their movements, and Olivia slammed her hips up with each downward thrust. She panted and gasped as she battled the rising orgasm. She wanted him to crest with her. Wanted to give him as much pleasure as he was giving her.

  “God, Jake. Gonna come,” she muttered.

  His hip-slam increased, and she squeezed her eyes shut. Jake’s head dropped to her shoulder. Olivia concentrated on the slap of skin and the waft of his warm breath at her neck.

  He felt good buried inside of her. He felt right.

  The wave increased, and the heat soared to new levels, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

  Jake whispered in her ear, but the words were lost in the rising tide. She thrashed and bucked as she reached for the elusive explosion. Just as she turned her head, Jake gently sank his teeth into her shoulder.

  The entire world shattered in a prism of colored lights and the absence of sound. She froze with his name on her lips as the orgasm took her. She shook and shuddered and clamped him tightly to her.

  He was as still as she and still buried deep in her body. As she came, she could feel him pulse and throb.

  “Jake,” she finally whispered. “Jake.”

  He grunted and pulled back. The wet sounds of her pleasure echoed in the room.

  She clenched involuntarily as she tried to keep him seated inside of her. He groaned but didn’t stop. Once more he thrust in and out. His pace was fast and electric, and soon she was spiraling upward again.

  “Livvie,” he rasped.

  She met his gaze. His normally blue eyes were nearly black with desire. His jaw pulsed as he worked to control himself.

  “Come for me, Jake,” she said.

  She reached up and licked a bead of salty sweat that trickled down the column of his neck. She wrapped her legs around him and thrust back. “Come now.”

  He shuddered and plunged as deep as he could go. “Aah!” he yelled.

  Hot warmth flooded her as he came. The sensation of his orgasm set off another round for her, and she convulsed on his still-spurting dick.

  At last her arms and legs splayed wide, and he collapsed on top of her.

  His breath surged like a storm-tossed sea in her ear. Her entire body trembled, and tears stung her eyes.

  What is wrong with me?

  A wave of sadness crashed on her, and she whimpered. Olivia pushed at his shoulders. She would not cry in front of him.

  Jake slid to her side and lifted so she could pull her arm out from under him. He tugged her into his arms and snuggled her close.

  The wave grew into a tsunami. Jake nuzzled the top of her head. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

  “Nothing,” she said.

  His arms tightened, and he yawned. His entire body straightened then went lax, and he mumbled softly, “Bullshit. Gonna talk when I wake up.”

  And just like that, Jake Logan fell asleep in her bed.

  Olivia remained cocooned in his arms and fought the crescendo of emotions battling for dominance inside of her.

  Making love with Jake had been better than she’d remembered.

  But it had been a one-time shot.

  For both their sakes, it had to be.

  Chapter Seven

  Jake woke slowly. Olivia was on her side with her butt nestled against his cock. Like a randy teenager, he felt himself harden instantly.

  He grinned and edged his hands around her hips and up to her bare breasts.

  She sighed in her sleep and rolled to her back.

  Jake teased a soft nipple into hot stiffness.

  He leaned down to take her into his mouth when a flicker near the window caught his eye. He froze then sat up.

  “Livvie, wake up,” he whispered.

  Her eyes snapped open. “What’s wrong?”

  Jake slid from the bed. “I don’t know. I saw a shadow or something.”

  She lifted up on one elbow and shoved a swath of black hair from sleepy eyes. “Really? You woke me up for a shadow?”

  He crept across the moon-shafted room, nearly tripping over his boots. He kicked one out of the way and inched toward the window. The curtain fluttered from the rush of air coming from the AC unit. The fabric was so old there were spots thin enough to see through. He peered out but didn’t see anything.

  Behind him, Olivia groaned and flopped loudly on the bed.

  “Come back to bed, Jake. There’s nothing there.”

  He waved her to silence. He crouched low then flattened to the floor and elbow-crawled to the end of the air conditioner. He lifted his head and eased the bottom of the curtain up.

  The parking lot was dark and
silent. Two lamp posts stood sentry on either end, but only one emitted a flickering yellow glow.

  Just as he dropped the curtain he saw another shadow dart out from behind a car and run to Olivia’s SUV. It was long enough to see the weapon in its hand.

  “Gun,” he whispered hoarsely.

  “What?” Olivia rolled to the far side of the bed and crawled next to him. She turned off the air conditioner, and it stuttered into silence. “Are you sure?”

  The shadow materialized at the end of the building. The lamp light glinted off the barrel of a high-powered rifle. The person holding the gun froze as Jake stared right at him. Jake sucked in a breath and ducked back down. He couldn’t tell if it was a man or a woman. Whoever it was had been slight, but the weapon they bore was long and lethal.

  Jake looked at her and nodded. “Yep, I’m sure.”

  “Maybe it’s a hunter.” She bit her lip and peeked out again. She frowned. “He’s gone.”

  The hair on the back of his neck raised, and Jake jerked her away from the window just as a bullet shattered the thin glass. He covered her body with his, wincing as tiny shards bit into his bare shoulders and butt.

  “We’ve got to get out of here,” she said.

  Jake brushed glass from her hair. “We’ll be sitting ducks. You know he’s just out there waiting to pick us off.”

  Olivia bumped her bare butt against his hip. “Someone had to have heard that shot and contacted the sheriff. Mr. Whitcombe might come by, and he’ll be an easy target. You need to call Tag and tell him what’s going on. I’m going to get dressed.”

  Jake gritted his teeth at her orders, but he knew she was right. Unless they acted quickly, civilians could get in the way. He reached for the jeans he’d left on the floor just as she made it to the foot of the bed.

  Another loud burst of breaking glass sounded in the small room. Jake heard a thud and then the metallic clink of something rolling.

  His eyes widened in horror. “Grenade,” he yelled and surged to his feet.

  Olivia was beside him in a second. He tore the chair from beneath the knob and wrenched open the door. Jake pulled her out and shoved her to the side just as the explosion rocked the back of the hotel room.

  The concussion wave blew him to the pavement. Thick, black smoke poured from the shattered window. Glass, feathers, and bits of wood rained down on them. Jake groaned and rolled to his side. “Olivia?” He turned and saw her slumped against the wall. Blood oozed down the right side of her temple.