Buckskins, Boots & Bondage (Cowboy Kink)

by Holt, Desiree

  Angel had grown up in Texas but her exposure had been more to cities than ranchland. Her nodding acquaintance with cattle and horses had been via the few rodeos she’d attended. She was flabbergasted at the sea of brown, black, and white hides stretching further than she could see. Through the open window of the truck, she could hear the bawling of the cattle and something that sounded like moaning.

  “Are they all right?” she asked nervously. “They sound like they’re in pain.”

  Justin laughed. “That’s just good conversation in cattle language. Come on. We’ll introduce you to the ‘family.’”

  She was slightly hesitant when Tucker leaped down then reached a hand to help her out.

  “It’s okay,” he coaxed. “We don’t bite and neither will they.”

  She knew if she wanted this situation to move forward, she’d better get over whatever was spooking her. Justin came around and took one hand while Tucker curled his hand around the other and they led her toward the pens. Two pickups were carefully maneuvered among the cattle, each with a cowboy in the bed who threw down a bale of hay whenever they reached what looked like a long metal feeder. As hot as the day was, the workers riding the truck beds had stripped off their shirts and their tanned skin and muscular bodies gleamed with a combination of dust and sweat. If she wasn’t so besotted with the Davis twins, any of them might have made her mouth water.

  “Don’t you have to be out there doing this?” she asked.

  “We take Sundays off,” Tucker answered and winked. “Perks of being the boss.”

  Justin backed a four-wheeler out of the garage, Tucker helped Angel onto the long seat, and they drove her around the perimeter. The air was rich with the scent of cattle and sweet hay, a faint breeze tickling her nose with it. She listened carefully as they described the watering system, the type of special grains they mixed for the cattle, how they recorded them. How they built the feed costs into the fees they charged the ranchers.

  “Your head swimming yet, sugar?” Tucker asked.

  “Not at all.” She winked. “No more complicated than any of the legal contracts or briefs I draw up.”

  “That’s right. I keep forgetting we’ve got a sharp lawyer here.”

  Angel tensed. She thought they’d put the issue of her being an attorney to rest. She didn’t sense an edge to his voice, but maybe she’d misread them. Was this going to be a problem after all? The butterflies in her stomach that had gone to sleep suddenly woke up, only now they had the stinging force of wasps.

  “I thought you liked the idea of my being in law.” She tried to make her voice as uninflected as possible.

  “Hey, hey, hey.” Justin cupped her head and turned it toward him, placing his lips on hers and thrusting his tongue in her mouth with enough intensity to set sparks showering through her. At about the moment she’d lost all sense of where she was and what was happening, he lifted his head just enough so they could both catch their breath.

  “That was a joke, Angel,” he said against her lips. “Just a little humor.”

  “Apparently a little off the mark.” Tucker placed his hand over his brother’s and tilted Angel’s head toward him. “We need something else to do with our mouths.”

  This time it was his lips that bruised hers. His tongue that licked, tasted, and explored every inch of her mouth. That coaxed her tongue to dance with his. She almost forgot where they were, even when one warm palm cupped a breast and thumbed a nipple. It was only when Tucker broke the kiss and straightened in his seat that she remembered they were out in the open with all those testosterone-laden cowboys probably getting an eyeful.

  “We need to show the lady a little more respect than this,” Justin reminded him, putting the machine in gear again. “I apologize, sugar. It’s just that when we’re together, we can’t seem to keep our hands off of you.”

  “But don’t forget where we were,” Tucker added. “When we get to the house, we hope to pick up right where we left off.”

  Angel did her best to compose herself as they opened the door then walked her through the offices and showed her the computerized part of the operation.

  “Very impressive,” she told them. “I never realized just how much goes into feeding cattle to get them ready for market.”

  “Oh, hell, yes,” Justin told her. “Each herd gets its own special mix of grain, its own special schedule, and the weight’s recorded every week. We have to get these beeves to market at optimum weight so our customers can get the best price for them.”

  “Very tricky,” she agreed.

  “That’s a lot of trust the ranchers put in our hands. We go out of our way to earn it. Anyway, let’s go on to the house where it’s a whole lot cooler.”

  Their house sat at the edge of La Mirada at the end of a wide street, the front surrounded by old and shady trees she’d come to recognize as live oaks and mountain laurel and something called red buckeye. It sprawled at the end of a long driveway, a long porch stretching across the front bisected by heavy carved double doors.

  Behind the house land stretched away to the horizon and three horses danced in the sunlight in a corral next to a barn. The whole place gave off the feeling of solid roots that Angel felt she’d been searching for all her life.

  “It’s gorgeous,” she breathed.

  “Wait until you see the inside,” Justin laughed.

  “Yeah, we did a lot of remodeling when our folks decided to move to New Mexico and leave us the house. We’re pretty proud of it.”

  “Well, let’s see it.”

  She trailed up the board steps behind them, waiting while Justin unlocked the door, then followed him into the house itself. They were right. The inside was magnificent. The floors were polished oak plank, the furniture comfortable leather, the windows positioned to capture the most sunlight. And rising floor to ceiling, between the living room and dining room, was a massive limestone fireplace.

  “Wow,” Angel murmured, turning in a circle to catch everything.

  “You haven’t seen it all yet, Angel girl.” Tucker took her hand and tugged her down a short hallway.

  The bedrooms were designed a little differently than she was used to. Each one was a master suite with its own bathroom and dressing room and a small fireplace.

  “Since there’s two of us, we figured one master suite was out of the question,” Justin explained. “And when we found the right woman, we figured she’d want her own setup.”

  His fingers rested lightly at the nape of her neck, gently stroking the sensitive skin and sending shivers skimming over the surface of her skin.

  “This way,” Tucker went on, “she can have her privacy when she wants, sleep with one of us at a time or both of us.” His heated gaze made her pussy clench. “That type of arrangement sound good to you, Angel?”

  “We have a housekeeper who comes in three days a week,” Justin, the practical one, added before she could answer. “And Tucker and I are good cooks. We figured we could all share the kitchen chores. Because she—you—whoever—would have as busy a life as we do.”

  The silence was as thick as cotton as Angel stared from one to the other.

  “Are you…” She cleared her throat. “Are you asking me what I think you are?”

  “We’re asking you to think about a future with us,” Tucker answered. “I think we’re all, for different reasons, a little afraid to come right out and say what we’re feeling. But we’re hoping this will be a first step.”

  Angel looked at Justin, his expression unreadable.

  “And you, Justin?” she asked. “Are you offering, too?”

  Her stomach knotted as she waited for his answer. Why would he have agreed to bring her out here today if he wasn’t in this all the way?

  At last, he gave a slow nod of his head. “Yes. Yes, I am. Tonight you’ll get to have dinner with friends who we hope will show you that this can work.” His lips curved in a slow smile, whatever reservations he harbored obviously set aside, at least for the momen
t. “But right now, we’ve got a different way to make you comfortable.” His voice thickened with need as he ran a hand lightly over her breasts. “How about if we christen the lady’s bedroom?”

  Without warning, he swung her lightly up in his arms, nudged the door to the room further open with his booted foot and carried her inside. Tucker was already ahead of him, moving the extra pillows and pulling back the pristine pale green comforter and sheets.

  “We’d planned to take you horseback riding,” Tucker told her, “but I think we’re all interested in a different kind of ride now. Right, sugar?”

  He leaned down and licked her lips with the tip of his tongue. She opened for him, and his tongue swept inside in gentle strokes, coaxing an instant response from her body.

  “I think that’s a great idea,” she said when she could catch her breath. “A really great idea.”

  Tucker’s hands shook slightly as Justin placed Angel on the bed.

  She did okay at the feedlot and she loves the house. Now if she just feels comfortable enough at dinner tonight and realizes there are friends here who will support us if she makes the commitment, life will be better than good.

  He and Justin had talked this to death. Tucker was well aware that emotionally, for him, the commitment had come fast and supercharged. He was stunned that he’d fallen so hard for this woman but knew they had to have her in their lives. He just had to convince his brother. Every time the three of them were together, he could see Justin drawn in a little deeper.

  They removed her clothes almost reverently, caressing her body as they bared every inch. Tucker sucked in a breath at the sight of her rosy-tipped breasts and the neatly trimmed row of dark pubic curls. Justin rolled Angel gently to her back and spread her legs, bending her knees so her entire pubic area was exposed, a wet pink temptation to stare at as they rid themselves of their own clothing.

  “Touch your breasts, sugar.” Tucker unzipped his jeans and tugged them down along with his boxer briefs.

  Angel cupped both beautiful mounds in her palms, her eyes moving from one brother to the other, her little tongue dragging across her lower lip in a movement that made his cock flex with need. He wrapped his fingers around the swollen shaft and stroked it slowly from root to tip, never taking his eyes from the woman displayed on the bed for them.

  Tucker was the first to lie next to her, turning her on her side so his cock rested in the crevice of her ass and one large hand came around to replace hers on a breast.

  Justin took his place facing her, immediately pulling her head toward him so he could trace the shape of her mouth with his tongue. “God, you taste so sweet,” he murmured. “But then you taste like that everywhere.”

  He lifted one of her legs and pulled it over his thighs, giving Tucker better access from behind. Tucker slid his hand down past her tummy to the wet lips of her cunt, finding the hot nub of her clit. Rubbing his finger back and forth over it until those soft little moans he loved were rolling from her mouth into Justin’s.

  Tucker felt Justin’s fingers sliding through Angel’s hot cleft down to the sensitive tissue between her anus and slit. Since the very first time they’d shared a woman, they’d both been astounded at the increased intensity of their reactions and their arousal. Sharing her body, sharing pleasure brought them greater pleasure than they ever imagined. Tucker was even more aware of it now with Angel stretched out languidly between them.

  Her pussy was so hot and wet, his fingers slid into it easily. He kept his thumb on her clit, the rasping motion making her internal muscles clench around him. He moved his mouth to one shoulder, sucking hard and watching as Justin reached behind him to open the nightstand drawer and pull out a tube of gel. In a moment, he felt his brother’s fingers penetrate Angel’s hot rectum, rubbing in and out, the thin membrane separating the two channels heating with the friction.

  Angel moved her hips, rocking back and forth against the dual penetration.

  “I want to touch you both,” she breathed.

  “This time’s for you, darlin’,” Tucker told her. “Besides, I’ll bet if you touch either of us, we’ll set these sheets on fire. We’ve both been horny as hell since we got up this morning.”

  He looked at Justin over Angel’s shoulder, saw his brother nod, and dug condoms out of the other nightstand drawer. “Hold on, Angel girl. We’re gonna fuck you good.”

  He handed one to Justin then rolled a condom over his cock and they stretched out one on either side of her. He slid into her hot wet clasp first, his cock stretching her, the tender muscles clutching at him like a wet vise. Pulling her upper leg back over his thighs again, he shifted slightly to give Justin better access to her pussy.

  “Man, as many times as I’m inside her, I still forget how deliciously hot and tight she is.” Justin’s voice was raw and husky. Tucker could feel his brother’s thick cock inching its way into Angel’s tight cunt. “Hang on, Tuck. I’m filling her up here.”

  “Do it,” Angel breathed, her hands tight in Justin’s hair, her hips rocking back and forth. “Do it, now. Please.”

  “Always willing to oblige a lady.” One last thrust of his hips and Justin rammed himself home.

  Justin took her mouth again, plunging his tongue inside while Tucker nibbled on her ear and the slender column of her neck. And they moved in a dance choreographed by them long ago. In. Out. Back. Forth. Heavy cocks separated only by that thin tissue. Angel moaning and whimpering and riding them both as hard as she could.

  The climax swamped them all simultaneously, an earthquake of thundering proportions that shook them and stole their collective breath. Tucker felt his brother’s cock pulsing through the thin membrane separating them. Felt Angel’s hot ass gripping him like an iron fist and milking him for every last drop of cum. The clenching of their bodies, the violent spasms pushed his own orgasm higher until he was sure he’d lose his mind from the erotic sensation of it all.

  He wrapped his arms around her and his brother, his shaft still throbbing against Justin’s. He had the weird sensation that for that one moment they were one person instead of three.

  When the aftershocks subsided, heartbeats steadied, and they could all breathe somewhat normally again, Tucker dusted Angel’s face with kisses while Justin trailed his lips over her shoulder and down her arm. Finally, with great reluctance, Tucker slipped from her body seconds after Justin withdrew.

  And he knew someone had to say what was on his mind and his brother’s, hoping that Justin could get past his demons and not wreck the whole thing.

  “Angel?” He brushed her damp hair back from her forehead. “Justin and me? We have very strong feelings for you. Strong enough that we’d really like to make this arrangement more permanent. What do you say?”

  He waited for what seemed an endless moment. He could feel Justin’s tension bleeding into his.

  Don’t screw it up, bro. He sent the silent message. I promise you this time it will work.

  About the time he thought she was gong to tell them to kiss off, Angel relaxed and smiled. “I’d like that, too.”

  Yes. Today’s visit had gone extremely well.

  Chapter Seven

  Angel smiled to herself as she walked into her office the next morning. Sunday had been the very best day she could imagine. Everything had gone so well at the feedlot and then at the house.

  Oh, yes. Definitely at the house.

  The memories of how they christened that bedroom still made her cunt twitch and her nipples tingle. Not to mention the emotional excitement of moving the relationship with the brothers to a more permanent situation. She’d never thought she’d find that again, and wow, here it was.

  Any reservations she might have had were wiped away by both Tucker and Justin, although she still sensed a little bit of reticence in Justin. She wished she knew the cause of it so they could bring it out in the open and discuss it. It sure couldn’t be worse than her disaster with Brad and Hal.

  But she’d refused to let that take the
shine off the effect of the entire day. She was still amazed at what a good time she’d had at the Hallidays’. Reece and his very pregnant Katie, Liz and Alex Wright, Clint Chavez and his fiancée, Montana Steele. All had been warm and welcoming and Angel couldn’t remember the last time she’d laughed so much or felt so comfortable. They had a long way to go, but just maybe they could make this ménage relationship work, despite all the uptight people they’d have to deal with when it came out in the open.

  Still, if the guys were willing to risk it, and they had an established place in the community, who was she to be the wet blanket? Just thinking about coming home to them every night sent a blast of heated emotion through her body and made her smile even more.

  “Someone looks like they had a good weekend,” Kari teased when Angel ran into her in the break room.

  “It was great all right.” Angel kept her back turned as she fixed her coffee, afraid Kari would see her blushing.

  “Okay,” Kari chuckled. “When you’re hiding your face I know you have details I just have to hear. Still seeing the hunky twins?”

  Angel nodded and took a sip of her coffee. “Yes. Oh, Kari, I think this time it might really be it. Not like…you know…”

  “Not like the two jerkoffs who didn’t know a good thing when they had it?”

  “Uh huh. We had dinner with some of their friends last night, and it was wonderful to be with people where I could just relax and not worry.”

  “Well, remember to keep your nose clean until you’ve got that partnership in your pocket.” Kari hugged her. “But that aside, you know I love you and want the very best happiness for you.”

  Angel hugged her back, feeling truly blessed to have such a good friend.

  The good feeling lasted until she booted up her computer and read the email from Ron Masterson. As she read the words, then read them again, the heat inside her turned to icy cold. Her stomach cramped, and she wanted nothing more than to throw up and hide in the corner. This had to be a mistake. Not just the email itself but the matter it referred to.