Cowboy Rough [Men for Hire 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jane Jamison

  Joe smacked Collin in the arm. “See? That’s probably what did it. That kind of lewd talk. No woman wants to hear that kind of shit. She wants sweet talk and promises.”

  “He’s right. We didn’t make it clear enough.” West stood and paced to the other side of the barn and back. “We should’ve told her how much we care. We should’ve promised to love her until the end of time. I tried, but…”

  “I thought we did that.” Collin shrugged at West’s glare. “Well, didn’t we?”

  “Not like that, we didn’t. Or at least, not good enough.” West thrust out his chin, drawing their attention to the approaching Gabriel. “I don’t care what he says, I’m not going out on any other missions until we know what’s going on with Sienna.”

  “Damn straight.” Joe crossed his arms and waited for Gabriel to get closer. Once he had, he was ready. “Gabriel, we’re sticking close to home. Get another team to take the job, whatever it is.”

  Gabriel scooted his hat back on his head. “Fine. I’ll call the lady back and tell her you won’t come.”

  “You do that,” added Collin in a tone that brooked no disagreement.

  Gabriel nodded, taking the rejection far easier than Joe would’ve thought he would. What was the man up to?

  “Should I tell Sienna anything else?”

  They jumped at his words, but Joe was the first to speak. “Sienna called you? But why you? Is she in trouble? Is Shelby all right?”

  “I’m not sure.”

  Joe couldn’t tell if Gabriel was trying to hide something or not. Wouldn’t he tell them if she was in danger? “Damn it, man. Stop stalling. What’d she say?”

  “She said she had a problem that only you three could fix. But since you’re not taking any assignments, I’ll give it to one of the other teams and see how they make out.”

  Joe grabbed Gabriel’s shoulder and whirled him around. “Like hell you will. Let’s go, men.”

  Joe was already halfway to his pickup with West and Collin right behind him. They climbed into the truck with Joe behind the wheel. He caught a glimpse of Gabriel and the smirk on his face as he put the pedal to the metal.

  * * * *

  Sienna heard the men arrive when their pickup pulled up in front of her apartment building with the brakes squealing the truck to a stop. She peeked out the window and the excitement she’d felt since calling Gabriel soared higher. The men raced up the stairs toward her door.

  Feeling like a vixen, she let them knock three times before she finally opened the door. “Hi, guys. I’m glad you could come.”

  Damn, but they look good.

  They wore their usual attire of faded jeans matched with T-shirts that showed their chest muscles to perfection. Their belt buckles gleamed in stark contrast to their worn boots. As soon as they saw her, they took off their hats and held them in front of them. She had to hold back a delighted giggle.

  “Of course we came.” Collin’s gaze slipped behind her as though searching for something. “Gabriel said you had a problem.”

  She hoped the expression she adopted was sexy enough. She pulled the trench coat she wore tighter around her. It didn’t hide the collar she wore around her neck and she could tell that they’d noticed it. “I do.”

  “Yeah?”

  West slid his gaze down her, and even though she’d covered herself well, his appraisal had the warmth of a blush starting to rise up her neck. The man could make her feel naked with just one look.

  “Yeah, I do.”

  “What’s wrong? Are you in trouble?” Joe searched behind her as Collin had done. “Is Shelby okay?”

  She was touched that he’d mentioned her daughter. “Shelby’s fine. She’s at a friend’s house for a playdate right now. You know, she talks about you often, Joe.”

  He smiled, reminding her of the first time he’d done so. How could she have ever thought he was hard and mean?

  “So what’s the problem?”

  “This is the problem, Collin.” She slid her gaze around the parking lot, making sure no one else was around to see her. Then she pulled the coat open and let it drop to her high-heeled feet.

  Their reaction was everything she’d hoped for. Slack jaws and huge eyes showed her that they enjoyed what they saw.

  “Girl, what do you have on?”

  She reached and took the short whip with the feather on the end from the stand beside the door. Fisting her hands, she threw her shoulders back and pushed her breasts out as high and as far as they could go.

  She’d found the perfect outfit at the sex toy store in Tulsa and hoped she’d gotten it right. The tight black leather corset fit her body snugly. Silver hooks ran down the front of it, accenting the studded collar that had caught their attention before. She’d made sure to do her hair in a style that made her look like she’d just gotten out of bed after a wild night of sex. The corset fitted over the scant panties like a glove over a hand, and she only wished that she could’ve found gloves to match the over-the-knee black leather boots. Judging from the men’s expressions, she’d chosen her outfit well. She’d wanted an enticing mix of naughty sex kitten and dominatrix.

  “Do you like it?” She cleared her throat and reminded herself to say it the right way. “Tell your mistress that you like it.” The deeper, sultry tone did its work on them.

  Joe grabbed her, lifting her into his arms as Collin and West followed him, slamming the door behind them.

  “There’s one thing you’re going to have to learn about us, Sienna.”

  She playfully pounded a fist against his chest. But even if she’d wanted to hurt him, it would’ve been like trying to break a mountain. “What’s that?”

  His dark eyes seared into hers with a burn that scorched down to her very soul. “We’re always the doms and you’ll always be the submissive. That’s not going to be a problem, is it?”

  “No.” She’d had difficulty getting into the idea of dominating the men anyway, so his declaration came as a welcome relief. Besides, his tone told her that, although he’d asked the question, he’d already decided the answer.

  “No what?”

  She dipped her head down as an obedient girl should. “No, sir.”

  “That’s better.”

  The apartment was small enough with only two bedrooms so Joe found her bedroom on the first try. He stopped as his friends eased past him into the room.

  “Do you have any ropes?”

  She pointed at the box that contained all the items she’d purchased. “Not ropes, but flexible tape that won’t hurt and doesn’t need to be padded, sir.”

  The corners of his mouth tipped upward. “I do like a woman who’s prepared. And call me master now. I think it suits me more than sir.”

  “Yes, master.” She should’ve felt uneasy with the term. Yet, although she thought of herself as a strong woman who didn’t need a man, she was fine with calling him that name. It didn’t imply master and slave, but simply the dominant one to her willing submissive. And she knew which of them was really in control.

  He tossed her on top of the bed instead of gently lowering her and she giggled, loving the primitive way he’d done it. If he wanted to haul her around a cave by her hair, she would’ve let him. She’d get turned on by it more than she’d ever admit.

  Collin and West dug into the box and pulled out some of the other items in her sexual arsenal. Collin tossed the red tape to Joe. “I think she needs to get tied up.” His gaze drifted to the hat rack at the back of the room.

  She’d always thought of the rack as an ugly monstrosity with its roughhewn board with black knot holes and large black metal hooks. Maybe that was why the previous tenant had left it behind. She’d kept it anyway as a place to hang hats and scarves. But now she thought it was beautiful. Thanks to its new use.

  “Looks solid enough to me. Is it, baby?”

  She’d been afraid that Shelby might pull the rack over on top of her. “All this furniture came with the apartment and the maintenance man assured me tha
t he’d bolted it to the wall. He swore the wall would come down before the rack did, master. Or should I say masters?”

  “Add our names so we’ll know which of us you’re talking to.”

  “Yes, Master West.”

  Joe took her by the wrist and yanked her off the bed. Pulling her to the rack, he took off one of the hats and tossed it to the floor, then wrapped one end of the tape over the hook. Grasping her wrists with one hand, he bound them together with the other end, putting her hands close to the hook.

  His fingers slid along her shoulder then down to trace a path over the swell of her breasts. “I do like you in this black top. You’ll have to wear tops like this more often.”

  “Yes, Master Joe.”

  West came behind her then put his hands on her waist and urged her to take a step backward so that her upper body bent toward the wall. He cupped her bottom then slid one hand between her legs. “Open wide, baby.”

  She did, her pussy already warming although he kept his hand over her panties instead of sliding his fingers underneath the soft material. They’d taken control and she couldn’t have been happier.

  Collin came to her other side with the blindfold she’d planned to use on one of them. “Time for a little Blind Man’s Bluff.” He worked the blindfold over her head, covering her eyes the moment she closed them.

  As though her temporary blindness had enhanced her other senses, she caught a whiff of them. They smelled as they had before, full of rugged manliness with a mix of the wildness they tamed at the rodeo. A hint of beer had her smiling, as she remembered them sitting by the trailer and enjoying a lazy afternoon.

  “Stay bent over, baby.”

  She nodded a second before the sting of the whip she’d dropped in the living room struck her on the butt. She let out a yelp then wiggled her ass, enticing them to do it again. Another flick came to the opposite butt cheek and she jerked, then stuck her butt out again.

  “I think she likes it, guys.” West cupped her ass, then cursed as another flick of the whip struck her bottom. “Hey, watch it, Collin. You clipped my hand.”

  “Then get out of the way, man.”

  “Baby, see if you can tell who’s who.” Joe’s tone was husky as though he could barely contain his need for her. “Are you ready?”

  She slid her tongue over her upper lip to tease him. “Yes, Master Joe.”

  She tilted her head as they moved around her, mixing her up on where they stood. Before long, however, she felt a tongue skim over her thigh. She inhaled at the smooth, wet touch then let out a soft mewl as another tongue stroked the side of one breast. The third tongue slid down her back. Whoever it was gave her a little nibble or two along the way.

  Their tongues continued to torture her, teasing with their tips at the delicate parts of her flesh. They kept their hands from her, killing her with the need to have them touch her. But that was part of the game.

  Someone—West?—eased in front of her, close enough that she caught his scent, but not close enough to feel his hard chest against her breasts. A tongue tempted her breast then dipped into her cleavage before sneaking under the top of her bodice. She moaned, the ache between her leg growing stronger, hotter.

  The track of the tongue against her spine had given way to more bites and nibbles. She did her best to remember how each man’s nibbles felt. They all gave wonderful bites, but each had a different way of pulling the flesh between the teeth. She rolled her lips under as she realized who was biting her skin of her back.

  But it was the tongue that had gone down her thigh then over the front of her flesh to make its way toward the crease between her leg and mons that cinched her guesses. This man’s tongue was just the slightest bit bigger than the other two men’s.

  Who knew she’d remember so much of the way they felt?

  They stopped, then moved away from her again. Her skin chilled where their tongues had been.

  “Let’s have your guesses, baby.”

  “Yes, Master Joe. It wasn’t as difficult as I thought it would be.”

  “Then tell us.”

  The hint of laughter in Collin’s voice sent a different kind of chill along her skin. “Master Joe was nibbling and licking my back.”

  “She pegged you, bro,” laughed Collin.

  “And Master West was playing with my breasts. Which leaves Master Collin working his magic on my leg.”

  “Magic, huh? I’m so glad you appreciate my magical touch, baby.”

  “She’s just trying to make you feel better, man.”

  “Better about what, West?”

  “She’s hoping your tongue will compensate for your lack of a huge penis,” joked West.

  Sienna knew she shouldn’t giggle at the joke, but she couldn’t help it.

  “Okay, that does it. No more master nice guys for us.” West leaned against her shoulder. “Laughing at your master isn’t what a good girl should do.”

  “He’s right.” Joe slid the cool edge of a tool down the side of her cheek. “You’re going to have to get punished for that.”

  Getting punished had never sounded so good. “Yes, masters. Whatever you say, masters.”

  The sound of her panties getting torn open startled her and she tried to step forward, but one of the men had fallen to his knees in front of her. The noise of whatever tool he’d used to rip her panties clattered to the floor.

  “I hate to ruin a sexy pair of panties, but when a man needs a drink, a man needs a drink.” Joe tugged the torn panties farther apart, exposing her mons to the air. He wrapped his arms around her legs and tugged her forward until his mouth pressed against her pussy lips. His tongue slid between her folds and caressed her clit.

  She gasped and instinctively yanked on the tape, but couldn’t get free. Her body trembled as he pushed her folds apart and latched onto her clit, sucking it into his mouth. She yearned to gaze down at his dark head, to see him lapping her up, but even as she tried to shake the blindfold off, she couldn’t get it to budge.

  Another one of them pulled the leg seams of her panties from the back and yanked, tearing away the material for good. Her naked butt was exposed as he squeezed her ass cheeks and bit down on her flesh. The pain was quick and strong, but it only made Joe’s mouth on her pussy even more exciting. Another bite came closer to the crease between her butt cheeks and a slap was added for good measure.

  “Tell me you like me spanking you, baby.”

  She wanted to tell Collin that she liked everything he did, but she kept her answer narrowed to his question. To say more might not be what a good girl would do.

  Wait. Who said I’m supposed to be a good girl? I want to be bad. Very bad.

  As though a tiny devil had hopped onto her shoulder, she shook her butt in Collin’s face and gave the answer she knew would earn her more spankings. “No.”

  Even Joe paused in his licking as her words settled around the quiet room.

  “What did you say?” Collin bit her butt again, then added another spanking. “I must not have heard you right. There’s no way you said no to me.”

  “Oh, yes, I did. I said no.” She tensed, ready for yet another spanking, and got one. Her flesh tingled, the nerve endings alive and adding more spice to her already climbing sexual urges.

  Another whack came to her other cheek as someone tugged her bodice down, exposing her breasts. “Baby, you have to do as your masters say. And telling us no will never go down with us.”

  “Sorry, Master West, but I’m saying no again.”

  Joe slid his palms along her legs. She could sense him looking up at her. “You’re still using the safe word carrots, right? Otherwise, we might think no really means no.”

  “If I want you to stop, I’ll say carrots.” She slicked her tongue over her upper lip again. “But if I’m a bad, bad girl, then you’ll just have to punish me harder.”

  She added a grin, testing them. “That is, if you can handle it. Of course, if you can’t, then maybe I’ll have to find some new masters
.”

  She’d expected them to react, but she hadn’t expected the reaction to come so hard and fast. Collin slapped her on one cheek as he bit into her flesh harder than before, yet not hard enough for her to feel a trickle of blood sliding over her skin.

  Joe yanked her forward roughly then shoved two fingers into her pussy as he bit down on her mons. She cried out, but the word carrots was far from her mind. No way did she want them to stop.

  West squeezed her breasts then reached underneath the bustier and twisted her nipples. “Damn, but I love a good girl gone bad.”

  “That’s why you took my case in the first place, isn’t it, Master West? I was the good girl who stole from the bad man. I was both good and bad. Right and wrong. So you wanted me from the get-go, didn’t you?”

  “Damn straight I did.”

  She’d gone from submissive to dominating woman in only a few minutes and she loved it. “Take my blindfold off, Master West.”

  He tugged it off her. “Only because you used the correct title for me.” He grabbed her chin and made her look at him. “You can play bad girl all you want, but no one’s as good at being bad as we are. Am I right, men?”

  Joe pulled back and wiped his mouth, yet still his mouth glistened with her juices. “When you’re right, you’re right.”

  Collin grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. The move was harsh and she inhaled sharply as it hurt not only her scalp but her neck. But the pain was a strange thing, at once hurting her and exciting her.

  “I’m going to fuck you, baby, and you’re going to love it. Do you understand me?”

  She bit her lower lip and decided not to push the bad girl role too far. “Yes, Master Collin.”

  “But first this.” Joe untied her from the hat rack, leaving her wrists bound. Yanking her along with him, she almost stumbled, but Collin kept her on her feet.

  Joe put his hands on her shoulders and made her get onto her knees. “It’s time you used your mouth for something other than sassing us. Undo my jeans and suck me. Then you’re going to do the same for your other two masters.”

  She worked at the buckle, her fingers failing her at first in her urgent need to get to his cock. Breathing a sigh of relief once she’d managed the buckle and the belt, she popped the button on his jeans and slid the zipper down. His cock sprang out, the tip already oozing with his pre-cum.