by Sasha White
Tucker cleared his throat behind her. “I’d like to get in on some of that action.”
Jake slowly released her, his eyes glazed with passion. He stepped back and nodded at his brother.
Molly didn’t have time to turn. Tucker’s hands came from behind, skimmed across her waist and pulled her back to his front.
The hard evidence of his desire pressed against her buttocks. She leaned her head to the side, giving him access to the slope of her neck. He moved his hands to her breasts. He cupped both of them, tweaking her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
“Wow,” Jake said, adjusting his jeans. “I’m hot just watching.”
“Tucker can’t get to all my erogenous zones,” Molly prompted, lifting her T-shirt, exposing the thatch of hair at the apex of her thighs. “In case I haven’t made myself clear, I’m on fire and I want both of you.”
Jake’s eyes flared and he moved closer, brushing his fingers across her belly to weave into the curls over her sex. He parted her folds, stroked her clit and slipped down to her entrance. “Oh, babe, you are so wet.”
Tucker moaned and nipped her neck, pressing the hard ridge of his fly into her bottom. He had entirely too many clothes on, and Molly was quickly becoming impatient to get to the good stuff. She reached behind her and flicked the button open on his jeans.
When she reached for the zipper, he dropped his hands to cover hers and took over, easing the zipper down, careful not to snag himself in the teeth.
Molly wrapped her hand around his cock and spread her feet a little wider. “This could get tricky.”
“We’re going to make this work.” Jake stepped back. “Tucker...you take her.”
“I told you I want both of you. Not one at a time.” Molly eyed Jake. “You’re overdressed.”
Jake grinned and shucked the rest of his clothes.
She turned to find Tucker toeing off his boots and dropping his jeans.
“That’s more like it. Now, let’s take it to the mattress.” She led the way, grabbing Jake’s hand as she went. Molly crawled onto the bed, having played out in her mind how things would work with multiple partners and her as the center. Jake climbed in the bed behind her and positioned himself between her legs, his hands resting on her raised ass.
Tucker stood beside the bed, frowning. “How’s this supposed to work?”
She winked and crooked her finger, urging him to move closer. When Tucker’s legs touched the mattress, Molly curled her fingers around his dick and lowered herself to touch her tongue to his length. She licked a circle around the rim and said, “Like this.” Then she sucked his cock into her mouth.
He didn’t need much encouragement. As soon as she wrapped her lips around him, he thrust into her. She took him all the way in until he bumped into the back of her throat. Holy hell, he was so big it made her cream thinking about his brother poised to enter behind her.
Jake reached beneath the pillow and pulled out a condom. “Remind me to thank Rosa.” He tore it open and rolled it down over himself. Then he reached between Molly’s legs, parted her folds and stroked her there until her hips swayed and her belly tightened.
One of his big fingers pressed into her channel, swirled and came out to trail a wet line of her juices up to her clit.
He touched, teased, and bent to press a kiss to first one of her butt cheeks, then the other, his fingers never slowing in his determination to bring her to the edge.
Her breath caught in her throat as tingles ignited and spread outward. She gripped Tucker’s balls and held him buried in her mouth as waves of her release washed over her.
Then Jake moved forward and thrust into her, filling her with his thickness, her channel clenching around him and drawing him deeper.
Yes. This was how she’d envisioned making love to Jake and Tucker. And it was everything she’d imagined it would be.
With her mouth full of one and her pussy full of the other, she rocked them both, shooting to the heavens along with their orgasms.
Tucker pulled out of her mouth before he lost it, his face tight as if he held on to his control by a thread.
Molly buried her face in the comforter, her fingers curling around the fabric as Jake rode her to the end.
His hands on her hips, he thrust deep into her and held her there until his cock stopped throbbing.
“Oh, sweet heaven.” Molly collapsed onto the bed, rolled onto her back and spread her legs for Tucker.
Jake lay down beside her and fondled her breasts, pinching and tugging them into tight little buds.
Tucker hesitated for a moment.
Jake held up his hand. “Wait.”
Tuck’s jaw tightened.
His brother reached beneath the pillow again and surfaced another foil packet. He tossed it to Tucker. “ Rosa is getting a huge tip.”
“Damn right.”
Molly watched as the older brother removed the condom from the packet and spread it down over his cock.
Protection applied, Tucker climbed between her legs.
Jake rolled to the side, giving him more room.
“Come inside me,” Molly said, her voice low, her words heavy, desire rising once again to the surface.
He pressed his erection against her slick opening and paused, leaning down to capture her lips in a soul-searing kiss.
Molly wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, and pulled him close.
Tucker slid into her, his cock filling her, the friction setting her on the path to another incredible orgasm.
“Oh, sweet, heaven. Can a person die from multiple orgasms?” she muttered.
Tucker pulled out immediately. “Are you hurting?”
She cried out. “I meant that in a good way. Please. By all that’s incredible. Ride me, cowboy.” Pressing her heels into his buttocks, she urged him to take her. “Fuck me hard.”
“I don’t want to make you sore.”
“Oh, baby, it’ll be the best kind of sore.” Molly dug her fingernails into his back, showing him how fast she wanted it and how hard to push.
He rode her, thrusting like a piston again and again until she burst over the precipice, rocketing into space.
Tucker rammed into her one last time and collapsed, breathing hard and crushing her beneath him.
For a long moment, he lay on her and she could barely breathe, then he rolled to the side, pulling free of her.
Molly laid between them, completely satiated, her pussy throbbing, her heart full, a hand on each of her guys. This was heaven.
Then Jake opened his mouth.
“Damn, Tuck.” Jake chuckled. “I didn’t think you had it in you to ride a woman like a bucking bronco.”
With an arm draped over his eyes, Tucker lay still, too drained to do anything but say, “Shut the fuck up.”
“Just sayin’.” Jake leaned up on his elbow and fondled Molly’s breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. “So, who’s bigger?”
Molly frowned.
Tucker jerked to a sitting position. “That’s not something you ask a lady after what we just did. Besides, we both know the answer to that.” Damn Jake for making a joke out of loving Molly.
“Yeah, you’re right.” Jake laughed and climbed out of the bed, his cock dangling as if to prove he was right. “We both know I’m bigger.”
Tucker closed his eyes. “Next time we do it, you can take a walk outside.”
“Like hell. Molly wants both of us. Not one or the other.” Jake walked to the table where Tucker had left the cardboard box full of supplies. “Who’s hungry?”
“Asshole,” Tucker called out. “You kill the mood with your jokes.”
“You’re the ass.” Jake pulled out a can and set it on the table.
Molly’s frown and stillness alerted Tucker to trouble. He leaned up on his elbow and stared down at her. “Are you all right? Was I too rough with you?”
She shook her head and gave him a sad smile. “I can’t do this.”
“Do what?” Jake stopped what he was doing to look around. “Put up with Tucker?”
Tucker shot Jake a drop-dead look and returned his attention to the woman he was head over heels for. “Yeah, do what?”
“Come between you two.” She crawled over Tucker and got out of the bed. Grabbing the first T-shirt she came to, she pulled it over her head and stalked out of the cabin.
Tucker glared at Jake. “See what you did?”
Jake raised his hands, palms up. “What did I do?”
Tucker didn’t stop to explain. He headed out of the cabin to catch Molly before she got lost or hurt herself walking barefooted in cactus country.
“Molly wait,” he called out.
“Leave me alone.” She kept going, then stopped and spun around so fast he almost ran over her. “Unless you two take me home.” Throwing her hand in the air, she spun and marched away again. “Never mind. You two have your cockamamie plan to make me see that you could actually share me and get along.”
Tucker followed, keeping an eye open for snakes while rocks dug into the souls of his bare feet. “We’re making it work, Molly. For you. We want you to be happy.”
Jake caught up with them and grabbed her arm, pulling her to a stop. “Babe, we love you.”
“Making me happy doesn’t mean a thing if you two are miserable.” Molly jerked her arm free. “I’m sorry. I can’t do this to you. I love you both too much to watch your relationship as brothers fall apart.”
Tucker stopped.
Jake stopped too and faced him. “What’s she talking about?”
Tucker shrugged. “I haven’t the slightest clue.”
“Do you think our poking at each other got to her?” Jake asked.
“She might not understand that’s how we are, with or without her in the picture.”
“Well, hell. Are we going to just stand here in the nude with the sun beating down on us, frying our lily-white asses, or are we going to get our girl and fuck some sense into her?”
“I’m with you.” Tucker stuck out his hand.
Jake took it and shook.
Tucker gave his brother a narrow-eyed glare. “That doesn’t mean you can stare at my junk.”
Jake laughed. “Don’t worry. You’re clearly not my type.” He tipped his head toward the woman now a football field’s length away from them and moving fast. “Now that little filly is exactly my type.”
“And mine.” Tucker grinned. “Let’s round her up and bring her back to the barn.”
Tucker led off, jogging carefully down the gravel road, cursing with each rock that dug into the tender parts of his feet.
When he and Jake caught up with Molly, they blocked her path. Tucker moved to stand in front of her.
Jake brought up the rear.
“Come back to the cabin,” Tucker coaxed.
Jake turned her. “What you thought was us arguing is just the way we are with each other. Despite our bickering, we’d take a bullet for the other if we had to.”
“Speak for yourself.” Tucker brushed his knuckle along the smooth line of Molly’s cheek. “He’s right though. We’d do anything for each other. Though I have to admit, the thought of sharing the most beautiful woman in the world never occurred to me. I have to say, watching Jake fuck you and play with you while you gave me head was...incredibly arousing.”
“For me too,” Jake admitted. “Seeing the way you came alive beneath Tucker while he was fucking you, only made me hotter and want you more.”
Molly’s brows puckered, and she bit down on her bottom lip. “Whatever happens, I don’t want to come between you two.”
“Darlin’.” Tucker cupped her cheek. “No matter how aggravated I get with Jake, he’s the only family I’ve got. We stick together.”
“Hey, babe,” Jake slipped his hand down her arm, captured her hand and lifted it to his lips. “I love that jackass. And we’ll love you so much, you won’t ever lack for attention.”
Molly looked from Tucker to Jake. “I guess brothers will bicker. Mine do all the time.” A smile pulled at the corners of her lips. “But I love my family, even if they do drive me nuts.”
“Exactly.” Tucker kissed her cheek. “That’s how I feel about Jake and his lack of organization.”
“And that’s how I feel about Tucker and his annoying OCD, trying to fit me into his tiny square hole, when I’m obviously a charming, sexy, and large round peg.” Jake gave Molly that killer smile Tucker envied.
She smiled back and leaned up on her toes to press her lips to Jake’s mouth.
He swept her into his arms and deepened the kiss.
Tucker fought the urge to pry the two apart, instead he waited until Jake let go. He’d have to get used to this arrangement.
Molly immediately pressed her body against Tucker, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down within kissing range.
He didn’t mind seconds, because every time with Molly would be like a first. Gathering her close, he claimed her mouth.
She made the next move by thrusting her tongue past his teeth and caressing his, in a long, sensuous glide, ending with a nibble on his bottom lip.
He leaned his forehead against hers and smiled. “Welcome to the family, Molly. We’re going to love you like there’ll be no more tomorrows.”
She kissed the tip of his nose and pulled Jake close. “I’m counting on it. Now, who’s going to carry me back to bed?”
About the Author
Twenty years of livin’ and lovin’ on a South Texas ranch raising horses, cattle, ostriches and emus left an indelible impression on Myla Jackson, one she likes to instill in her red-hot stories. Myla pens wildly sexy, fun adventures of all kinds including historical westerns, medieval, romantic suspense, contemporary and paranormals with beasties of all shapes and sizes. When she’s not wrangling words from her computer she’s snow skiing, boating, riding her ATV or spending time with family. She lives in the tree-covered hills of Northwest Arkansas with her husband of twenty-plus years and her muses—human-wanna-be canines—Chewy and Sweetpea.
To learn more about Myla Jackson and her stories visit her website at www.mylajackson.com.
Other Titles by Myla Jackson
Hearts and Heroes Series:
Wyatt’s War
Mack’s Witness
Ugly Stick Saloon Series:
Dirty Tricks: One Up On You
Dirty Tricks: Two Can Play That Game
Dirty Tricks: Three’s A Charm
Dirty Tricks: Four Play
Dirty Tricks: Five-Second Seduction
Dirty Tricks: Six Degrees of Desperation
Sex Ed
Boots and Chaps
Boots and Leather
Boots and Bareback
Boots and Promises
Boots and Lace
Boots and Roses
Boots and Buckles
Boots and Twisters
Boots and Wishes
Boots and the Bachelor
Boots and Wings (Jun 2015)
Boots and the Rogue (Aug 2015)
Boots and the Heartbreaker (2015)
Pin Me Up Proper
Cathryn Fox
Shackles, blindfolds and ropes, oh my...she’s not in Kansas anymore.
Bored with the men in her life, actress Janie Monroe is looking for something different. On a whim, she decides to seduce her cameraman, a guy who comes off as a nerdy video gamer. After enticing him at a pin-up photo shoot, she learns that he does indeed like to play, but instead of a game console and controller, his toys are shackles, blindfolds and ropes. Janie soon finds herself immersed in a world of dark passions where her boundaries are challenged and pleasure beyond her wildest imagination is the prize.
To Sasha White, fabulous writer, and wonderful friend.
Please be sure to check out the international bestseller, Hold Me Down Hard, the first book in the Breaking the Rules series: http://www.cathrynfox.com/hold_me_down_hard.shtml
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Chapter One
Camped under an umbrella at the alfresco café near the set where Janie Monroe and her three best friends worked, Janie zeroed in on fellow actress, Eden Carver. While Eden might come across as a sweet, Iowa farm girl—one who recently hooked up with her hot cop neighbor—Janie knew from the dreamy look on her friend’s face that she was having the best sex of her life.
“So, Eden,” Janie said. “I guess it’s safe to assume that Jay’s been giving it to you good and hard.”
Eden’s head came back with a jerk, and her straw popped out of her mouth, splashing Janie with soda. As Janie laughed and wiped her arm with a napkin, Eden blinked her lashes innocently. “You can assume what you want, but I don’t kiss and tell,” she said. Maybe not, but the twinkle in her eyes alluded to hot, sweaty nights, and back-bending orgasms.
Damned if Janie didn’t want the same. She let loose a long, slow sigh, tossed her napkin onto the table, and leaned back in her chair. “Well I do, and I can tell you this—I’m bored to death with the men I’ve been going out with.”
Angie, the most level-headed of the group, blinked thick lashes over her dark brown eyes and set down her lemonade. A quizzical look moved over her pretty face as she met Janie’s glance from across the table. “You’re kidding, right?” She threw her arms in the air the way she always did when talking. Good Lord, if her hands were ever tied down, Janie was sure she’d never be able to speak. “I mean, come on. The guys you go out with are so…so…”
“Hot,” Maria supplied helpfully.
Angie nodded. “Exactly. And not only do they look like sexy cover models, they’re all ripped, like cage fighters.”
“What’s not to love?” Maria made a clicking sound with her tongue and snapped her fingers. “Smoking hot and with bodies to die for.”