Cole, Kaliana - No Bag Limit [Liberty Springs, Wyoming 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Kaliana Cole

  And if the arch little looks he kept catching were any indication, the little wench knew exactly the effect she had on him too. He needed to get her somewhere she could make good on all the promises those amber eyes had been making, but with the way her stomach was growling, he had better feed her first.

  He gave the range master a wave as he escorted her to his truck with more speed than grace.

  They grabbed some drive-up because Colby wouldn’t leave his guns unattended in the vehicle. As they drove down to the river he promised to take her someplace where they didn’t ask if you wanted fries with that next time, but Emma wasn’t at all concerned They sat on the tailgate of her pickup, sipping soda and wolfing down greasy burgers. Colby watched her eating with gusto and thanked God she wasn’t one of those women who picked at their food.

  She did feed most of her fries to the duck family that congregated around them at the first sign of food, but he couldn’t blame her. They were cute, little, fluffy things.

  “I had a great time this morning, Colb. Thank you.” Genuine appreciation was written all over her.

  “Any time, Em, I enjoyed it too.”

  “I noticed.” Her eyes flickered to his groin, and a distinctly feminine smile lit her face.

  “Looks like that will get you in trouble,” he promised, packing their rubbish into one bag.

  She only grinned wider. “How many people come down here during the week?” He knew she was trying for casual but the way her nipples were striving to poke holes in that shirt said otherwise.

  “You rarely get anyone until after three. Why?”

  “Then there will be nobody around to hear you scream.” She pushed him back, taking hold of his wrists and pushing them down beside his head. He went willingly, enthralled in the playful side Emma was showing him today. She leaned down and flicked her tongue along the corner of his mouth. “Mmm, salty.”

  He grinned up at her as she straddled him. “Did you just quote The Princess Bride?”

  “I believe I did. Are you complaining?”

  “Hell, no. But now that you’ve got me, whatcha gonna do?” The carnal speculation on her face had him poker-hard in three beats of his heart.

  “I thought I would start here and just see where I end up.” Teeth nipped at his bottom lip. “Can you be a good boy and just lie there for me?”

  “Define ‘good.’” She whacked his shoulder, mischief written all over her. “You’ve got ten minutes until I flip you over and bury myself in that hot little pussy. Do your worst.”

  “Ten minutes, huh? I can do a lot in ten minutes.”

  “That’s what scares me.” Her cat-that-got-the-cream smile said she had heard his muttering.

  She tugged at his T-shirt until he grabbed the hem and stripped it off over his head. The way her eyes flew over his chest and abs made every minute at the weight bench worthwhile. With the size of Ty’s big barrel chest, Colby had felt he and Zach wouldn’t have got a look in, but the hunger on her face right now said otherwise.

  Her hands spread on the hard stretch of his stomach and swept upward, making his breath catch. They grazed across the hard little nubs on his chest and came to rest atop his meaty shoulders, kneading hungrily. He had a second to wonder what she’d do next, and her head descended, sweet breath playing along his skin a second before her tongue lashed out and tasted his hot skin. She liked the taste if her small moan was any indication, and she came back for more.

  From one side of his chest to the other she licked and kissed. Sharp little teeth nipped unpredictably, making him hiss and grit his teeth as he strived to keep his promise. Ten minutes? He may as well have said ten years! It was pure torture lying still under her inquisitive tongue.

  He dug deep for control as she found his brown nipples. She nuzzled as if asking for permission, clearly unsure of the reception of her caress, but as soon as he hummed his approval all hesitancy went out the gate. With zest she attacked the little nubs, experimenting to see what made the most impression. He was brought undone when she closed her teeth over one and bit down slowly while twisting the other.

  “Oh, fuck yeah! Just like that, baby.” Hands fisted as he fought the need to roll her over and attack hers just the same way. “Take that shirt off and let me play with yours.”

  She lifted her head and grinned down at him, clearly reveling in her power over him. “Not happening for another eight minutes, Colb. Let me play.” Her tone indicated that his torment had only just begun.

  He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He could do this. Hell, he’d made women do this all the time. How hard could it be?

  He resolutely locked his hands behind his head and opened his eyes. Surely one small woman who hadn’t been much more than a virgin a month ago couldn’t be that bad, could she?

  The groan felt like it had been ripped from somewhere deep inside him when her hands went to his fly. A few tugs and his button slid undone. The hard flesh striving for freedom did most of the work with the zipper. She peeled back his jeans and surveyed what she had wrought.

  He was hard pressed to hold back his seed when he looked at her face. Eyes wide and bottom lip captured in her teeth, she looked like a kid who had just opened a present and found all she’d ever wanted. Soft hands wrapped about his wide-headed cock and that same power-ridden high imbued her that took over when her hands had wrapped around the patterned grips of the stainless steel .44.

  Her knee slid between his thighs, widening them and making room for her other leg. Whiskey-tinted eyes locked onto his cock and stayed there. The lust burning in them drowned him. She looked like a goddess, sexy and powerful, about to devour the mere mortal she had snared.

  Before he embarrassed himself by shooting all over her hands like an adolescent kid, he closed his eyes and started counting backwards from one thousands, by sevens. He had only reached nine hundred and eighty six when the heat of her wet mouth made pretending nothing was happening obsolete.

  Not on his shaft, he’d half been expecting that, but on his balls. She had scooped them from his jeans and was making love to them with her mouth. Licking the loose skin, sucking first one and then the other in to her mouth.

  The suction helped to pull him back from the edge, but her questing tongue did not. She found the puckered ridge running down the back of his sack and was flicking it as if it were a clit. All his squirms did was to work his jeans further down his hips and give her greater access.

  Thrilling and decadent, her tongue flirted with decency before travelling the length of his cock in one hot, wet swipe. “Oh, God, how long now?”

  “Mmm, still another four minutes. What happens if I make you come, big boy? What’s gonna happen when the ten minutes is up then?” She looked so damn sure of herself as she licked the trail of pre-cum from the head of his dick, holding his gaze boldly.

  “Once is only enough to take the edge off, sweetheart. I’ll be ready and rearing to go, don’t you worry about that. I told you, do your worse.” Elation swept though him when she quivered at that declaration.

  Sometimes he might be a little quick on the trigger, but he stayed hard and was ready to go again in less than a minute. If he didn’t have to change condoms he’d always thought he could take a woman for hours and not come up for air. One day when they were assured of their privacy, he would love to try it with Emma.

  Wet and hot, her mouth engulfed him. Seeing her stretch those passion-swollen lips around the widely flared, mushroom-shaped head was so damn erotic it took his breath away. Her wicked little tongue flickered under the head and into the weeping fissure. Colby wasn’t holding back for anything. He wanted to see the raw hunger on her face as he spouted down her throat. He let his orgasm build as it would.

  The tingle budded in his spine. While his thoughts were semi-coherent, he debated on warning her but figured she would grasp the obvious pretty damn fast. It was near a bellow that erupted from him as his inner muscles spasmed, sending semen shooting up his shaft and into the humid haven of
Emma’s mouth.

  Surprise flared in her eyes but was quickly overcome by the sensual avarice he knew to be such a big part of her. Need and greed beamed forth as she sucked him dry, her mouth worshiping his willing forfeit to the altar of pleasure.

  She barely had time to lick her lips and he was tearing her out of her clothes. Her shirt put up no battle, falling by the wayside, her bra following suit. Indigo denim put up a token resistance, aided and abetted by his mouth being more interested in capturing her breast than in helping his hands with their task.

  He cursed soundly when he realized he had forgotten the artfully worn cowboy boots that were holding up her jeans imminent demise. She squealed when her bare ass met the cool steel plate of the tailgate, but Colby just gave her a feral grin as he slid the offenders from her feet. He held up the jeans triumphantly, turned inside out by his haste, like a conqueror with the vanquished flag

  Dropping his pants to his ankles, he sat on the tailgate and pulled her to straddle him. He smiled at the shell-shocked look on her face. “Your time is up, sweetheart, it’s my turn now.”

  “You don’t muck around, do you?”

  “I always was a rip-the-present-open type of kid. I thought we’d just skip straight to the good bits.” He gripped her under her arms and lifted her up until full breasts sat level with his mouth. “And these are some really good bits.” He latched on to one dusky point and drew deep, knowing the onslaught would drift perilously close to the threshold she loved skating so much.

  The way her head lolled back told him he’d found it. He nipped the fully engorged bud delicately before switching his attention to the other, feeling the pull at his scalp as her fingers dug for purchase in his hair. He wanted all she had to give him, right here, right now. She writhed over his lap, damp inner thighs brushed against his still tumescent cock.

  He went completely still as dread gripped him. “I am so fucking stupid.” He laid his forehead against her heaving breasts, trying to suck in enough air to get his brain to function. It didn’t help that she was tugging at his hair, trying to work her nipple back in his mouth.

  “No, you’re not. Keep going.”

  “Em, I didn’t bring any condoms.”

  She ducked her head and licked his earlobe. “Doesn’t matter, I’m on birth control now.” Her voice was thready but her intent crystal clear.

  All he could do was groan and pull her down on his cock. The heat was indescribable. Molten lust flowed over his sensitive head. He plundered her mouth as she sank to take him to the hilt, each thrust of his tongue echoed below. Hard points grazed his chest as she rose and fell under his guiding hands, branding his chest with their passage.

  She raced ahead, pushing against his desperate grip, wanting harder and faster. Colby was more than happy to accommodate her. Any measure of control he had gained from his earlier release was lost to the wanton greed of the woman riding his cock. She looked wild and free, secure in the knowledge of her femininity.

  He wanted to feel her grip him before he too became lost in the moment. A thumb pressed to the raw bundle of nerves nestled atop her liquid folds arched her back, and pulled him into the maelstrom as she called his name, her voice rough and breathy. His seed burst from him, bathing her sultry cunt with its heat, her little cries extending his release on and on.

  Colby wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, his face buried against her sweet-smelling hair. He sucked the scent in as he scrambled for air, stunned at the magnitude of his release. The way Emma clung to him gave him hope that it had been just as earth-shattering for her.

  One thing he had always known was that when you had hold of a good thing you held on tight and didn’t let go. There was no way in hell he was letting this woman get away from him.

  The trill of his phone went ignored as he soaked up the feel of Emma’s curvy body wrapped around his, soft to hard, smooth to rough, woman to man.

  Eventually they peeled themselves apart. Colby found some wipes in the takeout bag and gave some to Em before he cleaned up the mess they had created.

  Sex was untidy, but good sex was downright messy. He couldn’t wipe the smug grin off his face as he set himself to rights and helped Em back into her clothes.

  That was a new one for him. He’d had plenty of experience undressing the female of the species, but he’d never helped to reverse the process. He was fascinated by the shimmy that set her breasts in the bra cups and the little wiggle that got her jeans over her hips. Absolutely captivated.

  Apparently she shared his fascination because she had watched unabashed as he had tucked himself in and adjusted his tackle for comfort. She now knew for certain that he dressed to the left.

  The second time the phone rang Colby checked the number and switched it off. He wasn’t letting Zach disturb his first one-on-one date with Em.

  “Come on, we’ll go for a drive before we head home.”

  Zach could wait.

  Chapter 15

  “Tell me this is a joke.” Ty’s face was stony as he listened to Andy Calhoun, knuckles white where they gripped the phone. He’d come straight home when Zach had called.

  “I’m sorry, Ty. They still have no idea how it happened, but Hawkins is gone. The last definite time he was in that bed was four hours ago. He could be anywhere. He knocked out one of the nurses and stole enough dope to knock out a rhino. You need to find out where Emma is and let me know. We need to get her into protective custody until he is caught.”

  “Colby has taken her out for the day. I have no idea where they have gone.” He rubbed a big hand down his face, stress building as fear for the woman he loved seized his heart. “Zach is trying to get hold of them, but Colb has turned off his phone. I’m going to kill him.”

  “Settle down, Ty, that’s not such a bad thing. If neither you nor Zach knows where they are, Hawkins will have trouble finding them, too. Emma is our number-one priority here, Ty.”

  “You’re preaching to the choir, Andy. I thought this was over. Fuck! He was supposed to be gone for good.”

  “I know. Look, I’ll be over there shortly. Sit tight and try to get in contact with them. Ring Beth. She might have some idea about where Colby was taking Em today. I should be there within half an hour.”

  Ty looked at the beeping phone and blinked hard before calling Beth. He acknowledged Zach’s gesture that he was going outside with a nod.

  Beth was more than helpful. Her description of the case Colby was carrying led Ty to call the range. They confirmed that Colby had signed in this morning and spent three hours there with one Ms. Duncan and left a shitload of brass and shredded targets behind. The range master said he wouldn’t be surprised if the couple had booked into a motel somewhere by the steam coming off them when they left.

  But Colby wasn’t a motel kind of guy. He was quite fond of getting it on in the great outdoors, but who knows where he would have taken her. Ty was studying a map of the Springs and surrounding areas, trying to tap into his inner psychic when he heard a thump outside. Zach must have been playing with Dozer while he was on the phone. The squeal of the back screen door reminded him that he hadn’t oiled it.

  “Hey, Zach, you should go for a quick drive along the river. Colb’s probably got Em laid out on a grassy bank somewhere. Zach?” He had no warning beyond the prickling of his neck.

  Ty sprung to his feet as the needle jabbed into his shoulder savagely. He got a few wild swings in, but the hardwood floor rushed up to meet him.

  Darkness reigned.

  * * * *

  A loud bang jarred Ty from his stupor. A raging headache pounded in his skull. Adrenaline poured through his body. Muscles swelled desperately, ready for action. That was enough to let him know he wasn’t going anywhere fast. A quick look determined silver duct tape held him securely in a kitchen chair. A strip stretched across his mouth. Zach was similarly bound, still unconscious. The bang had been Andy being wrestled into another chair.

  The man trying to get the big officer int
o the chair was nearly half his size. How the hell Hawkins had gotten Ty into the chair was beyond him. Ty shut his eyes and feigned sleep.

  He needed a plan, fast. Peeking through the smallest slit of lash-shrouded eyelid, he watched the madman’s feet. The ripping of tape let him know Andy was sharing in their fate. At least the psycho didn’t have Emma. He’d sacrifice himself for her if it came to that without a second thought, but it would be better to make sure Hawkins didn’t get anywhere near her in the first place.

  “Ah, Whelan senior is awake. I was afraid the sedative they also use for knocking out large animals wasn’t going to be enough for a man of your stature. Our overgrown friend the constable might have the very same problem. Master Zach, however, should be safely out of commission for another half hour at least.” The voice was smooth, cultured, and urbane without being distinctive. It fit with the man himself.

  Ty had seen the man around working for the electricity company and at the club doing some wiring for the Keenan’s. Nondescript was the best way to describe him, average in every way. So damned normal that he slipped under the radar. Ty raised his chin in open hostility as he regarded the man.

  “Where is Colby? Out furthering Emmaline’s education?” The man leaned back against the kitchen bench and tapped his top lip thoughtfully. “I had held some hope that you three would have shown her the error of her ways. Inducing women to believe in all that romantic crap is a crime against the male population.

  “But here she has turned three grown men, two of whom know exactly what a woman really needs, into simpering fools.” He walked over to regard Ty, his calm brown eyes not showing the taint of his evil as they should. “I really am anticipating the look on all of your faces when I show her how it is really supposed to be. Even Deputy Calhoun here will feel the bite.

  “A woman being hurt on his watch? The man may never recover from it.”

  Ty was coldly furious, helpless to do anything but wiggle on his chair as the madman described just what he planned on doing to the woman he loved. He strained his ears for the slightest sound of Colby returning. For once he was praying that Emma wouldn’t walk through that door.