by Becca Van
She moaned, and then her hands were on his chest, caressing over his pecs before moving out to his biceps, up to his shoulders, and back down again. He moaned when her soft little hands moved passed his pectoral muscles to his torso and down to his hard abs.
Trent didn’t want her going any lower. Not because he didn’t want her to or love the way she touched him, but because he was so turned on he just might shoot off before her even got inside of her. He wrapped his hands around her wrists and pulled them away from his body as he lifted his head to meet her gaze.
“I love the way you touch me, baby, but I’m too triggered right now.” He placed her hands onto his shoulders, and then he began touching her again. He pinched a nipple between his thumb and finger while the other hand cupped her mound. Trent met Tristan’s eyes and saw the hunger burning in his brother’s gaze. “Lift her leg up.”
Tristan nodded and did as he asked, and then Trent delved into her humid heat. He tested to make sure she was ready, and when he found she was, he scooted forward, aligned his cock with her pussy, and pushed in.
He swore he felt his eyes roll back in his head as her wet heat enveloped the head of his dick, and the urge to shove in was nearly too much for him to stop. But he did, because there was no way in hell he wanted to hurt her.
Sabrina must have felt as eager as he did, thank god, because she was the one to undulate her hips toward him, taking more of his cock into her pussy. “Jesus, baby. So fucking good.”
“Yes,” she gasped before she started rocking her hips back and forth, taking more and more of him inside of her.
Trent needed more, but he liked that she was controlling how much she took of him and decided to give her free reign. “Let her go,” he told Tristan, and when his brother had released her leg, he rolled onto his back, taking her with him.
“Oh,” Sabrina gasped, and he looked down to see that her knee was in danger of slipping off the edge of the mattress, so he scooted them both toward the middle.
“Better?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I want you to ride me, baby. Take what you need.”
She hummed as her eyes slid closed and she pushed down onto him.
Trent ground his teeth and hoped like hell he could hold out until she found her pleasure before taking his own.
She moved her hands from his shoulders to his pecs and pushed up until she was sitting above him. And then she started moving. She was so fucking sexy as she rocked back and forth and then up and down on his cock, her hips swaying and undulating like he imagined a belly dancer’s would. The walls of her pussy rippled and moved over and around his dick as she rode him.
With each motion, she sped up and her ass cheeks slapped against his balls and thighs. Tingling heat formed at the base of his spine, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out. He nodded at Tristan and nearly chuckled at his brother’s eagerness.
Tristan quickly crawled around behind her, and Trent didn’t have to ask what his brother had done when she squealed and froze.
“Wh–what are you doing?”
“I’m just exploring and trying to make you feel good, darlin’.”
“What’s he doing, baby?”
“Umm…” Sabrina nibbled on her lower lip, looking uncertain. “He’s touching my…my bottom.”
“Do you like it?” Trent asked and held his breath while he waited for a reply.
“It’s…different.”
“Come here, baby.” Trent tugged her down and slanted his mouth over hers. He wanted to keep her distracted while Tristan played with her ass. He heard the pop of a bottle and knew his brother had just grabbed the lube.
When Sabrina’s cunt clenched around his dick and she moaned into his mouth, he knew Tristan was massaging the gel into her anus. She was the one to break the kiss this time, and she pushed up onto her forearms while staring at him through heavy-lidded, passion-glazed eyes.
He was about to ask her to tell him what Tristan was doing again, but her mouth opened on a moan and her eyes closed. Her cheeks were flushed with desire, and when he looked down he saw that the blush went all the way down to her breasts. He lifted a hand from her hip before taking her breast into it and kneading it.
“So fucking tight,” Tristan rasped before looking up and meeting his gaze. “She’s gonna need to be stretched some.”
Trent wanted to give Tristan the time to play with her some more, but he couldn’t hold out anymore. Her cunt hadn’t stopped rippling around his hard dick from the moment he’d entered her, and even though the tingling at the base of his spine had dissipated, he was aching to the point of pain.
He released her breast, gripped her hips again, and lifted her up before pulling her back down. She mewled right before she started rocking faster before changing to rising up and down on his cock.
“Damn, honey. Good girl,” Tristan panted out between breaths. “You’re taking two fingers now.”
The tingling was back, but this time it didn’t start off slow and build up. It covered the whole base of his spine and swept around to his balls. They heated, hardened, and drew up as she moved up and down on his dick faster and faster, harder, taking him deeper. Just when he thought he would lose it before she would, he felt her break first. She clenched on him hard, a soft scream emitting from between her lips as she shook and shuddered over and around him.
That was it for Trent.
He shoved up into her hard and fast twice more, a roar spewing from his mouth the same time cum spewed up his cock and out into the tip of the condom. His vision wavered, and even though he kept his eyes open and his gaze on her face, it looked like he was seeing her through a thick fog.
His balls ached from the force of his sperm roiling and shooting up his cock, and he came like he’d never come before, until he wasn’t certain if he would stay conscious. The fog had gone, but only because his vision was now a dark blackness, leaving him blind.
When he came back down, he loosened his tight hold on Sabrina’s hips and hoped he hadn’t hurt or marked her. She was slumped down over him, breathing heavily but totally relaxed.
“She’s going to be heaven to fuck in the ass,” Tristan said, and she moaned when Trent withdrew his fingers from her anus.
“Not just the ass,” Trent said when he could finally talk. “Our woman is mind-blowing to make love with.” He kissed the top of her head. “You okay, baby?”
“Hmm.”
“Are you up for some more loving, darlin’?” Tristan asked.
“Hmm.”
“Looks like your mind wasn’t the only one blown,” Trick said with a chuckle.
Sabrina giggled.
Trent rolled them both to their sides and eased his deflating cock from her pussy. He was about to head to the bathroom and deal with the condom, but when she whimpered he froze. He cupped her face in her hands. “Look at me, Sab.”
Her eyes opened and met his. “Are you tender, baby?”
“No.”
He gave her a hard stare, and she sighed before saying, “I’m a little tender but nothing to worry about.”
“I’m sorry if I was too rough with you, Sabrina.”
She reached out and touched his cheek. “You weren’t. I’m not used to this, remember?”
“Why don’t you go have a shower or bath, darlin’?” Tristan suggested as he moved back to her other side.
Trent met his eyes and saw the disappointment on his brother’s face, but their woman’s comfort and needs were theirs to take care of, and if she was too sore, Tristan was going to have to wait.
“I don’t want a bath. At least not yet.” She rolled over to face Tristan. “I want you, Tristan. Will you make love to me?”
“I don’t want to hurt you, darlin’. I think we should wait.”
Sabrina sat up and glanced over the bed. She got to her hands and knees before reaching over to the bedside table and grabbing the bottle of lube. She waved it in the air. “I think this should take care of things.”
“Sabrina, don’t feel you have to—” Tristan didn’t get to finish his sentence because Sabrina placed a finger over his lips.
“I want you to make love to me, Tristan. Please?”
“How can I refuse you, darlin’? But please tell me to stop if I hurt you or you’re too sore. Okay?”
“Yes.”
“Stay on your hands and knees for me, Sabrina.”
Trent got off the bed and went to clean up. His brother was trying to hide how hungry he was for their girl, but there was no hiding anything from him and Trick. They knew each other too well.
* * * *
Tristan got off the bed, walked to the bottom of it, and then reached for Sabrina. He clasped her hips in his hands and pulled her toward him until her knees were on the edge of the mattress. He ripped open the condom pack, rolled the prophylactic on, and then took the lube from her hand. She looked back at him over her shoulder and waggled her ass at him. He couldn’t resist and slapped her on one cheek and then the other. She sighed, spread her legs wider, and lowered her shoulders to the bed.
He opened the lube and squirted a generous dollop onto his suited cock before spreading it and then squeezed out more onto two fingertips. He rimmed the entrance to her pussy before pushing those fingers up inside to disperse the cool gel and was pleased when she moaned. But in this position he couldn’t see her face, and he needed to know he wasn’t hurting her.
Since Trent was still in the bathroom, he looked back at Trick. “I need you to watch her.”
Trick nodded, stood, and walked over to the bed before lying across it near Sabrina’s head. He met Tristan’s gaze, smiled, and nodded. Relief surged through him that he wasn’t making her uncomfortable. He pumped his fingers in and out of her a few times but kept a watch on his brother in case he needed to stop, and was glad that Trick hadn’t given him a signal to do so.
After withdrawing his fingers from her cunt, he grabbed the base of his dick, aligning it with her pussy, and then he was pushing inside her. Her wet, tight heat felt like pure heaven, and as he pushed in a little more, he realized he was shaking. Shaking from desire but also from the need to keep in control. When she pushed back onto him with a moan he cursed and gripped her hips a little firmer, but having her hot, wet cunt enveloping him was too sweet and his control shattered.
With a growl of hunger, of a need he’d never felt before, he withdrew slightly and then surged in deep. He held still and glanced at Trick when she whimpered and then sighed with relief when his brother gave him the thumbs-up before he shifted under her near her breasts. Her pussy clenched around his cock, and he could hear the slurping sounds Trick made as he sucked one of her buds before releasing it and moving over to the other.
Tristan’s shaking grew more intense, and he couldn’t hold still another moment. He tightened his fingers on her hips, drew back, and then drove into her. The pace he set was fast, hard, and deep.
With each pump forward she moaned and tried to push back against him, but he was too close to allow her any leeway. He needed to keep her still or he was going to blow way too soon. Trick moved out from under Sabrina but continued to pluck at her nipples with his fingers.
He wrapped an arm around her hips as he continued to pump his own, sliding his cock in and out of her tight, moist grip. When he felt the tingling begin at the base of his spine, he knew he was close to being done for, so he used his free hand and searched out her clit. At first he drew light circles over and around it, but when the heat increased and started moving toward his balls, he thrummed it faster with a firmer touch.
Sabrina was gasping and groaning each time he stroked into her, and the more pleasure he gave her, the wetter and hotter she got. The ripples of her inner walls grew closer together, and he knew she wasn’t far away from coming. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his muscles were so pumped they felt harder than they’d ever been. He could actually feel the cum roiling in his balls as they drew up, ready for release.
Tristan pinched her clit firmly between his finger and thumb, and she screamed. Her whole body tensed just before her cunt clamped down onto his cock then released and clamped down again. He shoved through her contracting cunt twice more and then yelled as his balls drew up further and fire raced through his whole body as he came like he’d never come before.
His body shuddered and juddered with bliss, and he saw stars before his eyes. Cum shot up to the tip of his cock and spewed out with the most glorious pressure and nirvana he’d ever felt. It was the longest climax he’d ever experienced, and he hoped he didn’t pass out only to fall on top of Sabrina and crush her.
How long it took before he came back down from the stars, he had no idea, but was glad he hadn’t flattened her into the mattress when he found some of his equilibrium again. His body was curved over hers, but he was still braced on his arms and knees. Sabrina’s head and shoulders were on the bed with her face turned to the side as she gasped for air. The satisfied smile that crossed her lips filled him with a masculine power, but he was also filled with a possessiveness he’d never felt before.
Tristan wrapped his arms around her tight and breathed in their combined scents. She smelt right, she felt right, and he was going to convince her with his brothers’ help that she was right for all of them.
Yes, he had been covetous of her when he’d first seen her and known she was the one for him and his brothers, but this was so much more than he’d first thought. His heart felt like it would burst open at any moment, and the thought of another man touching her filled him with jealousy. But the thought of her being in danger filled him with rage.
Tristan was so in love with her, and he wasn’t about to let anyone near her. It was up to him, his brothers, the Heritage men, and the other men in town to make sure she was safe. Even if it meant taking a bullet or killing for her.
Nothing else was acceptable.
Chapter Nine
“Fucking bastard,” Sawyer cursed Noble under his breath. The fucker was safely holed up in a rundown motel in Fort Collins waiting for a call from him to tell him he had taken out his ex-personal assistant. The bastard thought he was safe hiding in Fort Collins since he had false papers and had attempted to change his appearance. That wouldn’t help him with agents looking for the prick. He couldn’t change his features, and since he was ugly he stood out like a sore thumb. Just one look at the bastard’s nose and the feds would know him without having to look at any pictures. Harvey liked to drink whiskey, and because of that, his large nose was always red. No, the law would have no trouble pegging him.
What Noble didn’t know was that Sawyer wasn’t about to become the asshole’s scapegoat. He didn’t trust that fucker not to turn him in to try and save his own ass. Noble thought he was stupid, but he was far from it. He knew if the shit hit the fan that he would end up having to take Harvey down so he could make a run for it. He knew all about the money in the trunk of the rental that prick had leased, and he was going to make damn sure he got his hands on that cash and skipped out if things went south. He didn’t have any qualms about putting a bullet in Noble’s head for self-preservation.
His eyes glanced around the dimly lit room from beneath his eyelashes, taking in the people. He had entered Slick Rock last night, and although he made sure to keep a low profile, he felt like he was constantly being watched. It was pretty hard trying to make himself look nonthreatening when he was six foot two and full of muscle, but he had learned to walk with his shoulders hunched, his head down, and to keep eye contact to a minimum, but for some reason it wasn’t working here. He caught people watching him from his periphery and under his lowered lashes, but what bothered him was that they weren’t worried about making it known that he was being observed.
He decided that it might be prudent to leave town and head to one close-by and come back at night after renting a different car to do some reconnoitering. As he sat in the back of the bar and ate his dinner, with his back to the wall, of course, he glanced up and saw t
wo sheriffs still in uniform looking around. He was damn glad he had several sets of false papers and hoped that the two lawmen walking toward him would believe he was a tourist just passing through. He doubted it, but it was worth a try. The men came closer and sat in the two chairs opposite him without waiting for an invitation.
“Howdy. Nice little town you have here,” Sawyer said with a smile that no doubt didn’t reach his eyes.
“Where are you from?” the tan-skinned man asked.
“New York,” Sawyer replied.
“You don’t sound like you’re from there,” the other sheriff said as he leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest.
Sawyer realized then that these two men weren’t slow, country-town, hick sheriffs and he would need to keep his wits about him. “No, you’re right. I grew up in Denver but moved to the city when I finished college. I’m a salesman and had to be in Cortez for work.”
“So you’re just passing through?” the other one asked.
“Yes, sir. I’ll be leaving at first light if not before. I’m stopping in Denver to see the folks before getting the red-eye back to New York.”
“Got any ID on you?”
“Sure do,” Sawyer replied as he pulled his wallet from his pocket, removed the fake license, and handed it over.
The bronze-skinned sheriff studied his ID intently before handing it back. “Drive carefully, Mr. Boseman.” Both of the men rose to their feet before sauntering over to the bar to speak to the bartender.
Sawyer finished his dinner in a timely manner without rushing and ordered another beer. The sheriffs left not long after, and even though he didn’t catch the bartender watching him, he knew he was. By the time he left the hotel and walked back to the motel, the hair on the back of his neck was standing on end.