Twin Cowboys for Tamara

by Gigi Moore

  Jax went down like a marionette that’d had its strings cut.

  Tamara jumped between him and his brother as Jax rebounded to his feet and took two steps forward. She planted a palm in each man’s chest. The frantic beat of their hearts vibrated through her arms right down to her toes—so much wasted energy that could have been better directed elsewhere. “Stop it right now.”

  Shaking the hand he had used to punch Jax, Jess pushed against her hold.

  Tamara looked at the hand he flexed and grinned. “Hurts, huh? It serves you right.” She fisted a bunch of his shirt in her hand and pulled him forward so that his face poised less than an inch from hers. “What the hell is the matter with you?” But she knew what was the matter and could see what she had imagined had earlier been her own look of betrayal on Jess’s face now.

  Why did he look betrayed?

  “Nothing’s the matter,” he grumbled. Then he thrust out his injured hand to point at Jax simmering behind her. “I trusted you.”

  “Trusted him to what?”

  “That’s between him and me.”

  “Not if it involves me, it isn’t.” She turned to Jax who busied himself rubbing his jaw and chin, his gaze pinned to Jess’s face. “Well? What’s going on?”

  “Like he said. It’s between him and me.”

  He still didn’t look at her. So it was like that, huh?

  Did he feel guilty? Had these two already been tossing around the possibility of sharing her? Had Jax betrayed him by going behind his back to make a play for Tamara on his own?

  No, Tamara didn’t think so. She sensed something more than just the twins plotting to have her at the same time.

  And how could she be so calm about the prospect of a premeditated threesome?

  Tamara shook her head, didn’t even want to go deeper to analyze the reasons for her serenity and acceptance. She had a feeling she’d be shocked at what she’d find—that she wasn’t daddy’s innocent little girl anymore and hadn’t been for a very long time.

  Suddenly, she remembered how Jax had gone out of his way to defend Jess to her earlier, and she realized he hadn’t only been making a play for himself. He’d been trying to smooth things over with her for Jess too.

  Tricky, tricky.

  She released them and smiled grimly. “I see.”

  Both of them turned concerned looks on her and Tamara couldn’t figure out who rushed to whose defense the fastest when the brothers chorused, “It’s not what you think!”

  Jax caught her by the arm. “Tam, don’t be upset. I only did what I had to do to make you see—”

  “What?” She jerked her arm from his grasp. “That you’re a bigger asshole and jerk than your brother?”

  “Hey!”

  Tamara turned on Jess then. “And you, coming here all vengeful and holier-than-thou. How dare you attack Jax when for the last half-hour he’s done nothing but sing your praises! And frankly I don’t know why. You’re not worth the trouble.” She moved to push by Jess, and he caught her by an arm to stop her mid-stalk—so much for her melodramatic departure.

  “Tam, please.”

  The mere fact that his deep voice didn’t break or soften—not one iota—at her attack had her ready to break at his strength and arrogance. The please notwithstanding, he didn’t sound very conciliatory or balled up at all—authoritative maybe and ready to make her see things his way, but not conciliatory in the least.

  Tamara closed her eyes and swallowed, afraid to turn and look at him, knowing that one look at those earnest azure eyes and her willpower would just up and die a not-so natural death.

  “Tamara…”

  She felt herself being pulled back into Jess’s arms and didn’t struggle. She wanted this, had missed the feel and smell of him, despite the fact that she stood half-naked and had been all up in Jax’s half-naked personal space not several minutes ago.

  This wasn’t the same. They weren’t the same. They were two separate entities—two being the operative word—two men that she wanted.

  The latter should have made her pull away, but it didn’t, and when Jess’s arms came around her in a tender hug that had her choking back tears, Tamara still didn’t struggle.

  He bent his head to circle the shell of her ear, licking and nibbling her lobe before he moved farther down to nuzzle her neck. “I’ve missed you,” he murmured against her skin.

  Tamara didn’t trust herself to speak so just settled for a soft moan as she pushed back against him and felt the expected hard-on pressing just above her ass.

  Jess hissed then cursed before lightly nipping her throat. He slid a hand down her body until he reached the waistband of her lacey boy shorts. He eased his hand into her underwear, cupping her heated mound before thrusting his middle finger passed her moist folds.

  Tamara vaguely wondered where Jax had gone to before Jess added another finger and made the outside world go away completely. She didn’t want to pause to consider that they fucked out in the open and not-so-broad-daylight, or that anyone could come up on them the same way Jess had come up on her and Jax.

  When she got with Jess, with either twin, she didn’t want to think—just feel.

  What kind of sickness did she suffer?

  “I want you,” he murmured.

  “I know.”

  He chuckled against her throat. “Do you want me too?”

  She wanted to tell him not to ask ridiculous questions, but settled for nodding.

  “I want to hear you say it, Tamara. Say I want you.”

  Talk about arrogant. The man just barely got out of the doghouse a couple of minutes ago, yet insisted on dictating—

  Tamara gasped as he twisted then wiggled his fingers inside her, engaging nerve endings that made her see stars and squeeze her thighs together against the flow of cream from her pussy.

  “Say it, Tam.”

  Just say it. What’s the big deal anyway? It’s not as if he wants you to say you love him. Just that you want him. You. Want. Him.

  “I want you, Jess.”

  He growled. “Between you and Bailey with the stubbornness…” He slid his free hand into her bra, molding it over her breast as if to prove what made them a perfect fit.

  Tamara gritted her teeth against his indictment and the pleasure zinging from her breast, where he pinched and rolled the nipple, straight to her molten center. She squirmed against him, her cunt throbbing and ready for his invasion.

  “Private party or can anyone join?”

  Tamara’s eyes flew open at the familiar voice drawling the same line she’d said to Jess in the motel room. Had it just been that morning?

  She took in Jax standing before her, brandishing two foil packs and a wicked grin. She lowered her gaze to see the blanket he’d spread before their feet to make things more comfortable for them, she guessed. “You’ve been busy.”

  “I thought I’d make myself useful.”

  She felt Jess tense behind her, thought for sure he’d stop what he did to go after his brother again. But he didn’t. Instead, he delved deep inside her with his fingers as if on a mission and thumbed her clit in rhythm to his strokes until she cried out.

  Tamara thrust her hips against his hand, riding it until a powerful orgasm crashed down on her, and she sagged back against Jess.

  “My turn.”

  Jax’s words challenged rather than asked permission, but Jess didn’t seem to mind and slowly pulled his hands from her shorts and bra before grasping her shoulders to turn her around to face him.

  “Do you want to do this?” he asked.

  “I told you I want you.”

  “Do you want both of us, Tamara?”

  She realized she’d never really answered Jax’s earlier question when he’d asked the same thing. She’d skirted the issue like the well-schooled, successful lawyer she’d trained to be, but she’d never answered him.

  Jax approached on bare, silent feet, but Tamara felt him at her back, his body heat and energy reaching out to her like a
siren song—alluring and dangerous.

  “Yes,” she said. “I want you both.”

  At her words, Jess took his hat off and plunked it on her head before sliding down to his knees before her.

  She glanced down at him peering up at her from a position that should have been submissive but proved far from it. Submissive didn’t nearly describe the forceful expression in his eyes, nothing meek or mild about the way he licked his lips before easing her shorts down over her hips until he reached her ankles, and she stepped out of them as if enthralled.

  Jax unlatched her bra and slid the straps down Tamara’s arms until she stood completely naked between the twins but for the black Stetson perched on her head.

  Then her boys really got down to business.

  Chapter 15

  The thatch of hair covering her cunt glistened with the juices she’d released during her climax and the smell of Tamara’s need almost drove him wild. Her arousal wafted out, affecting him like a drug, and had Jess not slid down to his knees in front of her, his legs probably would have given way beneath the force of his desire.

  Jess grasped her hips, tried not to be too rough or dig his fingers in too hard, reveling in the softness of her skin as he drew her closer.

  Tamara closed her eyes, arched her neck, and he watched as she cradled her head back against his brother’s shoulder.

  Jax slid his hands around her front to cup her bare, voluptuous breasts and Jess swallowed at the sight. His dick throbbed at the downright eroticism of the act, the naturalness and synchronicity of Tamara and Jax’s movements. They looked like erstwhile lovers familiar with each other’s bodies, and now rekindled the old flame.

  Jess lost himself in watching them, enjoyed the contrast of Jax’s sun-bronzed skin against Tamara’s slightly darker, caramel complexion. He enjoyed what Jax did to Tamara so much he almost forgot what he wanted to do to her—with her.

  The tiny gold ring she had in her navel glinted in the fading light and made him pause.

  He couldn’t remember whether he’d noticed it the other times they’d made love, but then he’d been occupied trying to get inside her and not admiring every facet on the outside of her luscious body the way he could have. But he stared at it now, the symbolism of her growth away from the ranch, her wild rebellion and nonconformity not lost on him.

  Jess dipped his head, stuck the tip of his tongue into the tiny ring and Tamara shuddered. Whether she reacted from his manipulations, his brother’s or a combination of both, Jess didn’t know. He just went to work tasting her, swirling his tongue around her sexy innie and teasing her navel before trailing his tongue down, down to her sweet moist core.

  He glanced up at her face, mesmerized by the expression of rapture on it, her long dark lashes just brushing her pronounced cheekbones. When she bit her bottom lip and moaned, Jess caught himself mimicking her action right before he spread her labial lips with his thumbs and covered her pussy with his mouth.

  “Oh yes, Jesse. Please, more…”

  His name had never sounded so good to him before. When they’d made love in the motel, she’d thought him Jay. But now she knew his exact identity, knew exactly who made love to her, and it made her happy. Jess licked her soft folds, lovingly stroking her vulva before thrusting his tongue deep inside her and savoring the tangy sweet taste as she slowly pumped her hips against his mouth.

  Jess felt her hands burrow in his hair, closed his eyes against the slight tug as she fisted a handful and mewled. Encouraged, he picked up the pace and intensity, replacing his mouth with two fingers as he concentrated on her swollen clit. He taunted the hard numb with his tongue before licking then sucking it into his mouth. Simultaneously, he delved deep with his fingers, scissoring and twisting them until Tamara bucked against his mouth with a gasp.

  He felt her thigh muscles tensing beneath him just before she came on a long groan, her cream coating his fingers and dripping down the insides of her legs.

  She held his head in place as if he might try to leave before she came down from her high, but Jess had no intentions of going anywhere—not until he sunk his cock into her and felt her silky wet heat surrounding him again.

  Jess stayed where he knelt, inhaling the honeyed musk of her juices as her tremors gradually subsided, and she leaned back against Jax for support.

  His brother easily accepted her weight, lifting her up into his arms and kneeling down to lay her on the blanket.

  Jess stared at his brother over her supine body. He unbuttoned and got off his shirt in record time as Jax peeled off his boxer briefs to set free a mammoth erection.

  Jess didn’t let his gaze linger. He had his own erection to worry about and set free.

  Tamara rose up and sat on her heels to help Jess get out of his jeans and catch up with Jax. The minute her hands touched him, her warm insistent fingers brushing his waist, Jess thought he would take off and had to grit his teeth to keep from shooting his load prematurely.

  She unbuckled his belt then went to work on his button and zipper, peering at him and giving him a gentle pleased smile that he’d thought he’d never see again.

  Had she forgiven him?

  Before he could dwell on the ramifications of Tamara’s behavior and mood, she reached for his jeans to jerk them and his boxers down over his hips. He sprang free to the mild evening breeze, pre-cum already glistening in his slit.

  Tamara bent her head to take him into her mouth and at the first touch of her lips to his dick, Jess tensed and arched his neck.

  When Jess caught Jax’s glance, his brother reached out to hand him a condom.

  Jess took it, grateful for something to do with his hands and keep his mind off of what Tamara did to him—at least for a few seconds so that he could get his responses under control and not come too soon.

  When Jax grasped Tamara’s hips, Jess saw that his brother had already sheathed his cock. He watched as Jax reached between Tamara’s legs to delve into her pussy with his fingers.

  Tamara moaned and Jess felt the pulsation of it through his entire body.

  Jess couldn’t take his eyes off of Jax as his brother smeared a coating of Tamara’s copious juices over his cock, then guided his erection to Tamara’s back hole.

  Jax teased her anus with the head of his dick, slowly pushing against the tight ring of muscles before Tamara’s whimper stopped him. He circled his hips and pushed further, as slowly as he could until a couple more inches of his cock disappeared inside her.

  She gasped and pulled her mouth off of Jess as she reached back to catch Jax’s wrist.

  “You’re tight back here. Am I hurting you?”

  “I’ll be okay. Just give me a moment.”

  Jess watched his brother pull almost all the way out of her, and add more of Tamara’s juices to his dick before he began pushing inside of her again. He murmured in her ear, caressing her shoulders as he thrust.

  The interplay fascinated Jess, so much so that he didn’t know whether his balls grew heavy and tight because of what he saw and heard or because of the excruciating torture Tamara still inflicted on his cock with her free hand.

  Jax took one final plunge that seated him balls deep in Tamara’s ass and Tamara cried out before pushing back against Jax’s groin.

  Jess couldn’t take anymore and closed his eyes against the stirring eroticism because if he looked any longer he wouldn’t have been able to draw out the moment. He wouldn’t have been able to stay in the game for just a little longer—just one more moment before he came.

  He knocked the hat off her head and buried his hands in Tamara’s hair, gently fisting the silky shoulder-length waves as she took him in her mouth again. He pumped his hips and she added more torture fondling his balls.

  “Tamara…” He couldn’t finish, couldn’t remember what he wanted to say when she swallowed him whole to the base and sucked hard.

  “Oh…Christ! I’m coming…”

  He heard the exclamation as if it had come from far away then reali
zed it hadn’t been him who’d cried out. It had been Jax.

  Jess opened his eyes to see his brother tightly gripping Tamara’s hips as he stiffened and shot his seed deep inside her. For the longest moment, his brother stood poised as if in suspended animation—face contorted in the grip of his climax, body shuddering—and watching Jax hurtled Jess into his own release.

  He came in Tamara’s mouth on a hoarse shout, fisting his hands against her scalp as he threw back his head and arched his back. Jax collapsed over her ass and back.

  They knelt like this, huddled together and panting as Tamara finished milking him until he thought his cock as dry as the Mojave.

  For a long time, no one moved—probably unable to if the weakness in Jess’s legs was any indication. Finally, Tamara lifted her head from his lap with a muffled pop. She lazily licked his shaft and kissed his cock head before she separated from him to sit back on her haunches.

  Almost simultaneously, Jax slid his cock from inside of her, gently caressing and kissing her back before he peeled off the full condom and stood to take care of it.

  Jess remained on his knees in front of Tamara and grasped her arms. He pulled her close for a kiss, dipping his tongue into her mouth and tasting himself on her. He probed deeper, stroking his tongue against hers before pulling back to gently nibble and suck her full lower lip.

  “I want you inside me,” she murmured and it was all she had to say to get him hard again.

  Not that he thought he could ever really be soft around her. Just the sight of her kept him armed and ready, hornier than a hound dog in spring—that’s what his Tamara did to him.

  She’s your and Jax’s Tamara.

  Strangely, the thought didn’t leave him as cold as he thought it would, didn’t get him as all-fired riled as he had been when he’d first ridden up and saw them together in that clinch.

  He had to admit he’d wanted to pound his brother’s face to mush, had never been so jealous, so angry in his life. But something about watching Jax and Tamara making love, the look of pleasure on her face at what Jax did to her, the provocative, sensuous look of them together, diffused his resentment and replaced it with a sense of sublime satisfaction.