Sex Fest [Cowboy Sex 8] (Siren Publishing LoveEdge)

by Natalie Acres

  Nearby police cruisers circled the parking lot on the opposite side of the fence. Compliments of Kane and Joshua, the cops were clearly there for a reason—on the chance something went horribly wrong.

  Sarsarone’s men opened and searched the bags before they zipped them up and tossed them in the trunk. The driver opened the backdoor. “Mr. Sarsarone would like a word with you.”

  “Thank you.” Baron stepped inside the limousine where he came face to face with a man who was said to be one of the worst of his kind.

  Instead, Hank Sarsarone, welcomed him with open arms. “I’ve often wondered how long it would take for you to find me.”

  Baron extended his hand. “I’m—”

  “I know who you are.” His eyes crinkled at the corners and he whispered, “You’re my brother’s first and only child.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Patience had been wracked by fear. It was bad enough that she was stuck in the bus, but even worse that every inch of that bus was surrounded by armed men. At least ten guards were on one side, another ten on the other and two at the front and back. All these people were there to protect one woman.

  It seemed like an incredible waste. If the mob wanted her, they knew where she was and after what she’d heard about her home, apparently they didn’t need to be right on top of something if they wanted to blow shit up.

  The door opened and she whirled around on her heel, half-expecting one of the guards to give her another update on the show. Instead, Baron entered, looking worn to a frazzle until his gaze met hers and his arms were tightly wound around her waist. “God I missed you.”

  “You were only gone all day long.” She kissed his lips and pushed his jacket away from his shoulders, her fingers already at his shirt as she desperately tried to strip away his clothes.

  “And you didn’t miss me?”

  “Shut up and fuck me.” She was demanding, forceful, and while he was definitely the kind of Dom who would enjoy taking control more so than he’d ever enjoy relinquishing it, she could tell he wasn’t entirely turned off by the idea of a quick screw.

  She disposed of his shirt next, pushing him down the short hallway leading to the master bedroom. Stepping out of her shorts and yanking her fitted top over her head, she ate up the sight of him staring at her with such lust, such pent-up desire.

  “Is this the same woman who was pissed at me this morning?”

  “I’m over it,” she assured him, straddling him. She quickly unsnapped and unzipped him, pulling his cock from his briefs and not wasting a second guiding him to her pussy.

  “God bless, Patience!” He shot forward in a jackknifed position, clearly not expecting her to top him the very second she pulled his cock free.

  She flattened her hands on his belly and stared into his eyes, working her body up and down on his shaft, riding him, loving him. She had been so scared she would never have the opportunity to make things right with him, never have the opportunity to let him know how sorry she was for giving him hell before he left the fairgrounds earlier that morning.

  Now, she was hell bent on making it up to him.

  She must’ve been determined to make things right.

  His cock slid inside her warm pussy and she squeezed around his shaft, pulling him into her heat, riding him for all he was worth.

  She threw her arm behind her head and copped a smile, moistening her lips before dipping down for a kiss. “I missed the hell out of you.”

  “I missed you, too,” he said, walking his fingers down her spine and grinning when she shivered from his touch.

  Patience mashed her breasts against his chest and squeezed his cock with her warm pussy, making slow and easy love. Caressing and pampering him, she did all the work as her fingers wandered.

  “Sit up for me. I want to watch you.” He took her arms and pushed her back on his cock, staring down at the point of penetration. He lifted her up and down, damn near coming when he thought about that liquid heat on his shaft, the way her moisture made his dick slick and wet.

  They fucked like that for several minutes. Her tits bouncing as she rode him, her pussy clenching as he entered her. He was only seconds away from driving her to orgasm and taking one of his own, when the door slammed behind them.

  “Damn, Baron. I keep finding you with your cock buried inside our woman.”

  “If you want to join in, you’d better hurry the fuck up,” Baron said, drawing her breast to his mouth and loving the way she shivered when he pulled her nipple between his teeth.

  While Spenser and Mark quickly undressed, Baron turned her, forcing her to face outward. “Now sit back down here.” He guided her pussy to his cock once again.

  With her ass filling his hands, he cupped her behind and pushed her up and back, rocking her to and fro in an effort to rub his cockhead against that ultra-sensitive spot. He only stroked the tender muscles for a moment or two, before he pushed her up and brought her down beside him, forcing her on her side and entering her from the front.

  Mark spooned Patience then, bracketing his arm around her in an effort to support her breasts. Penetrated from front to back, she moaned exquisitely as they took turns throwing it to her, giving her hard and deep thrusts as those erotic sounds of sex filled the room.

  Baron’s balls were heavy as he slammed against her, needing to find relief but realizing Spenser was the odd man out. Not entirely heartless, he lowered his lips to his lady’s and whispered, “I think you need to invite Spenser to come on up here at the head of the bed.”

  Mark paused long enough for Spenser to take a seat on the headboard. With his legs parted, he fed her his cock, dropping his shaft to her lips and then slowly lowering his body in an effort to sink his dick straight into the heart of her mouth.

  With all three cocks in place, Patience cut loose, rocking between Baron and Mark as Spenser fucked her mouth. She sucked and slurped, cupping his swaying balls and controlling how much he moved in front of her face. Mark claimed her ass and Baron stroked her pussy. They were anything but gentle as they each fucked her with a purpose of their own.

  Mark and Spenser had clearly missed her. Baron had feared he’d never see her again. Patience undoubtedly shared his same fear.

  As he cupped her chin and pushed her head to Spenser’s cock, he watched in wonder as she took him to her throat, giving him one hell of an oral massage. While Baron had never seen any woman enjoy sex more, he also reminded himself of another fact, too.

  While this loving was intense and erotic, sexy and beautiful, there was more to the fucking than what met the eye. Patience loved each of them for who they were and what they meant to her, but at the end of the day, she would always belong to Baron just a little more.

  She loved him. She’d made it perfectly clear she would love him for as long as he’d let her. And Baron was a greedy kind of fellow where her love was concerned. He wanted her for a lifetime.

  Chapter Seventeen

  “How long have you been up?” Patience sat on Baron’s lap and curved her arms around his waist. “Couldn’t sleep?”

  “No,” he replied, pecking her lips.

  “Something bothering you?”

  He took a deep breath. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

  “Of course there is,” she said, tilting her head. “You love me.”

  “I do,” he whispered, stroking her hair. “But there’s something else, too.”

  “Is this about New York?”

  “Yes.”

  “I talked to my dads after you guys crashed last night. I know it went well. You bought them some time.”

  “Did Joshua tell you why?”

  “No. Did something happen?”

  He thought back to the day before, the way his uncle had embraced him and welcomed him to the Sarsarone family. He had tossed and turned for most of the night because while he’d always longed for a strong sense of family, he hadn’t wanted to be included in a major crime boss’s family tree.

  “Hank
Sarsarone is my uncle.”

  “What?” Patience looked like she’d been stabbed in the heart.

  “I once told you about my mother’s friend in Philadelphia. Turns out Leonardo Sarsarone was my father, not my surrogate uncle, but my father.”

  “I see.” She frowned. “I don’t remember you telling me Leon’s last name. Did you deliberately keep that information from me?”

  “Yesterday, yes. Before then, no. It never came up and I guess there was always that fear—”

  “That he wasn’t your surrogate uncle?”

  “Right.”

  Patience pulled his chin to hers. “Listen to me. Dads said you did the bravest thing anyone has ever done for our families. Trixie and Ansley are calling you their hero. Nory is excited to see you so she can thank you in person. Do you understand what kind of peace of mind you bought her?”

  “The money wasn’t mine.”

  “I mean by your acts of kindness. We can go home, Baron. We don’t have to wonder if someone is shooting at us or if a killer is waiting for us in the woods. Nory can go to school without her bodyguards. She can walk down the city streets of Asheville without wondering who the men are two or three feet behind her. We can start to put our lives back together again.” She squeezed his hand. “I’m proud of you, but more than that, I’m grateful. You made things right for our friends and family.”

  “That’s what I wanted.”

  “You’re not convincing.” She grabbed hold of his face with both hands. “You listen to me, Baron. You are my love. You are my lover. You’re my man. And I don’t care if your name is Sarsarone or just plain Jones or Smith. You’re loved because of you, not because of your family’s connections. It was a brave thing what you did for us and we’ll never forget it.”

  “I only bought you a few months, Patience.”

  “Is that what this is about? Did you expect more once you found out you were dealing with your uncle?”

  “Maybe,” he admitted. “It was a difficult situation all the way around but being there in front of Hank Sarsarone, knowing what he’d initiated and caused, I…well, I wanted to take him apart with my bare hands.”

  “And perhaps that’s why he only gave us a few months.”

  “Did your fathers tell you what he agreed to?”

  “I can guess.”

  “I don’t think you can. He wants Nory for his own perverted purposes, but he’s okay with her graduating from high school, going to her senior prom, and enjoying her senior trip. At the end of the summer, she’s supposed to go to Hank of her own free will and become his wife.”

  “What?”

  “So you see, I didn’t do anything great or magnificent here. I bought her time. If I’d been the kind of man that I should’ve been? I would’ve bought her a full life by killing him.”

  “My father used to say that it’s very easy to imagine killing someone who has wronged us, but it’s an entirely different concept when we take the life of someone who will then inevitably destroy our lives.”

  “Your dad is a smart man.” Baron wondered if Joshua had been speaking from experience. Instead of asking, he inhaled the scent of coffee now brewing in the automatic coffee maker. “I love you, Patience.”

  “I love you, too. And I really am proud of you. Dad and Kane will figure out something for Nory. They always do. For now, let them do their jobs and take care of family.”

  “That sounds like a plan,” he whispered. “That way I can focus on what’s most important.”

  “And what’s that?”

  “Taking care of you.”

  Epilogue

  Two months later

  “Here we are again,” Baron said, entering Patience’s house after another quick trip to see Mark and Spenser on tour.

  “I thought we’d never get home,” she said, not feeling as spunky as she’d been on the red-eye flight from Las Vegas.

  “You feeling all right?”

  “I’m just tired. Between the shows and the gambling, it’s been too much excitement in a short period of time.”

  “Too much fucking in a short period of time,” he corrected her, brushing her hair away from her face. “Come here. I have something for you.”

  He took her hand and led her to the bedroom. There on the comforter was a see-through negligee, a wide-boxed gift, and a three-page document, one which he apparently expected her to sign given the ink pen next to it.

  “We’ve been so busy with the cleanup at the farms and the club renovations that we haven’t had time for just us. We come home and your family keeps us busy. We go on the road and Spenser and Mark are always there.”

  “They’re part of the relationship, Baron.”

  “I understand. Just hear me out.

  “We love you. I had meant to give you a collar of consideration when we first became official but we were already past that point. I thought about a training collar but after discussing my feelings with Mark and Spenser, well, it seemed more appropriate to go ahead and give you what we feel you should have.”

  “A slave collar?” she asked excitedly.

  “Yes, Patience,” he whispered, holding the box in front of her and nodding at the hallway next to the master bedroom. Mark and Spenser appeared in the doorway.

  “Hiya, beautiful,” Spenser said.

  “Didn’t I just kiss you goodbye in Vegas last night?” she teased, grinning at her men.

  “Don’t move yet,” Baron said, flipping the lid on the box. “We want you to have the slave collar because we want you to know our love for you is permanent and true. We want to honor you as your Dominants and have you commit to service as my submissive. You’ll still be committed to Mark and Spenser, but they aren’t interested in the same service as I am and may only participate in the occasional play sessions.”

  “We were never committed to the lifestyle like Baron is,” Mark explained. “Still, there are three locks on that collar for a reason. We are committed to your growth as a committed slave.”

  She shivered in excitement as she considered what this meant. Baron would be her primary Dominant but he had very specific expectations. He would want her to follow protocol twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.

  “The contract is very cut and dry. It covers all expectations, soft and hard limits which we can discuss, along with your safeword. Once you have time to read the contract, we’ll talk about it. If you have any questions, I’ll answer them.”

  “Baron, I don’t know what to say,” she whispered, studying the double-layered black leather collar and the gold and silver locks. There were two gold locks, each representing Mark and Spenser, along with the silver lock which represented her one true Dom—Baron.

  “You can start by calling me Sir from this moment on,” Baron said, taking the collar from her and unsnapping it so he could fit it around her neck.

  “We’ll never be able to deal with him once she starts saying, ‘Sir’ to everything he says,” Mark pointed out.

  “We’ll manage,” Spenser said, studying the locks on the collar. “You know, when we come in from the road in another ten or twelve years, we may want things to change significantly for us, too.”

  “I’ll be right here waiting when you do,” she promised.

  “But feel free to take your time,” Baron teased, slapping both men on their backs. “By the way, how’d you beat us here?”

  “We’ll never tell our secrets,” Mark said, winking at Patience.

  “That’s okay,” Baron said, giving Patience a heated look. “Only one woman knows all of mine.”

  Patience took a deep breath and studied her reflection in the mirror. She was flushed, weak, and for some reason, a little nauseated. As the first bout of morning sickness rolled over her, she hurried to the closest bathroom and slammed the door. After five minutes of pure hell, she emerged feeling much better. Playing it off, she struck a pose, and said, “Speaking of secrets….I have one that’s too good to keep.”

  THE END

 
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