Submitting to Two Doms (Cowboy Doms Book 5)
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“Yet you didn’t hesitate to obey our instructions,” Greg pointed out with a lift of one brow.
Kelsey could concentrate better when they wore their hats and she couldn’t look directly into their eyes. “Yeah, well, it’s been a long four days since we went to the club.”
“Poor baby,” Devin mocked. “Finish eating and we’ll be happy to pick up where we left off last weekend.”
That remark perked her up and she downed the delicious meal in minutes, flushing when both men grinned at her obvious enthusiasm. She was going home soon. What did she care what they thought? After taking the last swallow of tea, she rose and carried her dishes to the dishwasher, her butt clenching as she felt their eyes on her. Her pussy dampened even more, and she squeezed her inner muscles in an effort to hold the betraying juices inside. When she turned and they came toward her, she gave up the battle to hide her arousal. Let them see what their hot looks did to her so they would get on with doing something about it.
But as they steered her to the den instead of the bedroom and settled her between them on the sofa, Kelsey feared they planned another delay. Devin clicked on the television and her favorite movie started rolling. Who didn’t love Indiana Jones? Right now, she didn’t if watching it meant sitting here for two hours without… oh!
Greg’s deep chuckle rumbled in her ear as he pinched one nipple and Devin scraped his nail over the other one. “You watch while we play.”
“But… ow!” Kelsey tried shifting away from the stinging burn covering her tender folds, complements of Devin’s slap, but his cupped hand prevented her from moving.
“Be quiet unless you need to use a safeword.” He pressed against her aching flesh.
A silent huff lodged in her throat as they got busy with their hands and mouths, bringing her to the very edge of orgasm several times only to pull back before she could go over. Frustration pulled curses from her as they thwarted every movement that would get her what she craved. Her nipples throbbed from the sharp tugs and pinches, her abdomen quivered from the brush of calloused fingertips and when they draped her legs over their thighs, spreading her wide, her pussy spasmed, swelled and slickened around their pumping fingers. She glanced down and shivered seeing their dark hands against her pale skin, their fingers pushing side-by-side inside her pussy.
Kelsey closed her eyes and leaned her head back, the boisterous movie theatrics and her pitiful mewls the only sounds in the room as she clutched their thick forearms in a desperate attempt to anchor herself against the rising tide of sensation.
When the small contractions signaling an impending climax began for the third time and were cut off once again, her eyes flew open and she wrestled out of their hold. She sprang up with a demand of her own. “Now.” Pivoting on her toes, she stomped down the hall.
“I guess that was mean, wasn’t it?” Greg pulled his shirt over his head and followed Kelsey.
“Yeah, but in a fun way. I’m still going to let her know who’s calling the shots,” Devin replied as he followed him.
Kelsey lay propped up on the bed with her hands on her breasts when they walked in, their wide, sun-bronzed, naked chests drawing her eyes. Without a word, they shucked their jeans and boots and settled on each side of her. They cut off a ripple of relief as Greg rolled her toward him and Devin swatted her butt twice before they maneuvered her the other way for him to deliver two smacks, the slaps hard enough to jolt her with stinging pain and wring a cry from her.
“Last time, baby,” Devin growled, pushing her on her back and leaning over. “Don’t open your mouth unless it’s to use a safeword, welcome our tongue or to suck on dick. Got it?”
“I thought I couldn’t… mmmph…” He cut off her smiling retort with his mouth and she didn’t need to be told twice to open for the intrusion of his sweeping tongue.
And then they went all Dom on her and drove her insane with lust. They each shackled a wrist above her head and pinned her restless legs apart with their heavy thighs. The room spun and lights exploded behind her eyes with the first thrust of fingers inside her pussy and anus accompanied by the dual suction of their hot mouths on her breasts. They rendered her unable to move and left her no choice but to lie between them and quake with the onslaught of pleasure. Bulging muscles pressed against her softer body, their size emphasizing her much smaller stature, turning her on even more. She was still riding the waves undulating through her body when they pulled back, and she gasped the first word that came to mind. “More.”
Devin shook his head as he turned her toward him and she came into full frontal contact with all of that hard, warm flesh. “What have I told you about being careful of what you want? Put your leg over my hip.” Instead of waiting for her to obey, he lifted her leg himself, draping her calf and foot over his lower back.
The position pressed her slick labia against the hot thickness of his rigid cock. She tried to maneuver up enough to take him in, but he stopped her with a blistering blow on her right cheek and then pulled that globe open for Greg to prod his latex covered cock head against before he slid slick fingers inside her. “We have more, little bit,” Greg said as he pulled his greased fingers from her butt. “Deep breath.”
Burying her face in Devin’s shoulder, she inhaled and held it as he breached her tight resistance with a painful push. She shook, bit her lip and waited until she’d adjusted to the stretch and burn. Her tense muscles slowly relaxed and she breathed easier.
“There you go,” Devin murmured, his voice laced with approval that went straight to her heart. Kelsey looked up into his dark eyes and her pulse stuttered at the softening she saw in the midnight blue depths. Bending, he kissed her with as much slow care as Greg worked his cock into her butt.
Their roaming hands soothed her shivers as Greg’s whispered, “Easy, Kelsey, slow and easy,” settled her reservations and Devin’s tender kiss brought a sheen of tears to her eyes. Greg pulled out of her before he’d embedded half of his cock, the emptiness forcing a whimpered protest. She’d just gotten used to the thick, steely penetration.
“How quick you forget we know better than you what you need, and what you can handle.” Greg squeezed her sore buttock as Devin released her mouth and made short work of covering his shaft and thrusting between her slick folds.
“Fuck but I love how wet you get for us.” He pushed up, filled and stretched her to the point of a pleasant discomfort she’d come to crave.
“And eager for us,” Greg added as he re-entered her rectum the same time Devin pulled out of her pussy.
The perfect, synchronized rhythm of one in, one out they set up robbed her of breath and all coherent thought. She trembled from the perfect timing and well-aimed thrusts, her perspiration-damp body sliding against theirs as she basked in their dual possession that kept her sandwiched between them. With each deep plunge of Devin’s cock in her pussy, she slid upward, her nipples sliding through his prickly chest hairs before Greg pulled her hips back for his return.
They were careful, too careful. They were slow, too damn slow. And they were good, so fucking good. Her climax broke on a wave of saturating pleasure, sensation after fiery, rippling sensation rolling through her well-used body in a heart-stopping burst of ecstasy that rivaled everything they’d delivered before. She fell asleep in the same position, wrapped around Devin with Greg against her back, their groans of satisfaction bringing a tired smile.
Kelsey spotted Jordan and Theresa coming out of the snack shop at the small airport as soon as Greg pulled in and parked the truck. A lump rose to her throat, but she could only deal with one chaotic emotional disturbance at a time. As Devin helped her down from the truck, the lingering soreness from the twenty-four-hour sexual marathon that had ended last night with them double-fucking her again made itself known. Yesterday morning, Greg had cornered her in the stable and with an infectious laugh, yanked down her jeans, bent her over a stack of hay and fucked her from behind. Devin had caught up with her on her walk in the woods just so he could li
It had been hard saying goodbye to Otis and Silas, and the tears that had filled her eyes when she’d fed Cleo her last treat still threatened to fall. But nothing could compare with the sense of loss growing stronger as they walked toward the waiting plane. None of them had said much on the drive this morning, so when Greg yanked her against him and she dared let herself look into his vivid green eyes, she encountered a turbulence he’d never shown before.
“Come back any time you wish, little bit. We’re not going anywhere.” Greg didn’t care what the McAllisters thought. Nothing would stop him from taking one more taste of that sassy mouth. He would miss her, damned if he wouldn’t.
Her lips were still tingling and Kelsey was still reeling from the open display of affection when he released her and Devin lifted her by the waist until they were eye-to-eye, mouth-to-mouth.
“You’ll always be welcome, baby.” Devin caught Jordan’s speculative look and Theresa’s smile before he kissed Kelsey goodbye, vowing to make Greg pay for how much he would miss the little imp.
Trembling, Kelsey dashed toward the plane, ignoring the desperate pleading looks on Jordan and Theresa’s faces. “Later. We’ll talk after I get home. Please,” she whispered before dashing up the lowered steps with tears running down her face. More, she wanted more time with them, but prolonging the inevitable would only ensure the ache now pressing down on her chest would only be worse.
We have more, baby, but you should be more careful of what you ask for.
Devin’s words came back to bite her on the butt Kelsey’s first few days back home, and not in the fun way either. She spent the weekend with guilt weighing her down, the hurt both McAllisters expressed on the flight back still gnawing at her. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the first two nights spent back in her own apartment, in her own bed, lacked the relief and comfort of home she’d been counting on. The vivid erotic dreams she’d been hoping to dispel by pushing for real-life experiences with her two hosts still invaded her sleep, only now the faceless, nameless man tormenting her in them had been replaced with not one, but two hard-to-resist cowboys.
Kelsey awoke Monday morning out of sorts and irritable, looking forward to returning to work and all the distractions that come with a busy office. She hadn’t counted on the crowded subway getting on her nerves, the jostle of rude people being so irritating, or remembered the odor emanating from the crammed together bodies as so distasteful.
Instead of inhaling a breath of fresh air as she left the train and stepped into downtown Philly, her nose twitched with the smell of fumes from heavy traffic, her displeasure increasing with every step she took toward her building. Instead of wading through the hustle and bustle of people either too much in a hurry or too disinterested to say hello or even pass by with a polite nod with her usual indifference, she found herself looking for a stranger’s smile and friendly greeting. Horns blared by impatient drivers and cars backfired in tune with muttered curses as people shoved their way to work.
Kelsey reached her accounting firm on the sixth floor of a high-rise with her nerves stretched to the breaking point and her conflicting emotions in a turmoil. Her return home wasn’t supposed to be this way. She’d expected to miss the guys, not the people visiting or working on their ranch. The friendly, welcome back greetings from co-workers as she wound her way to her cubicle went a long way in easing her tense irritability. After taking a minute to make lunch plans with two of her closest friends, she reached her desk thinking she was more than ready to settle into the small, confined space and get back into working in the office.
Once again, she thought wrong. In less than an hour she was comparing the constant, monotonous clatter of keyboards and low humming of electronics to the faint trill of fluttering birds, a soft horse’s whinny and the distant laughter and clomping hooves of horseback riders. Her eyes kept straying from the computer screen out the large, tinted windows, and she didn’t understand why her stomach cramped every time she encountered nothing but a gray haziness and row of rooftops instead of pine tree covered hillsides topped with a cloudless, bright blue sky.
Kelsey spent way too much time over the next few days trying to shake off her discontent and the constant intrusion of her cowboys’ rugged faces and their probing, focused eyes whenever they looked at her. By the time she returned to her apartment late Friday night after having spent the evening at a club catching up with friends, a new phrase kept running through her head – This is not the way it was supposed to be. Nothing about her return this past week had gone as she’d imagined it would. And it had never entered her head she might miss Montana, the Wild Horse Dude Ranch and the people there almost as much as she’d known she would ache for Masters Devin and Greg.
As she fell into bed praying for a decent night’s sleep without dreams guaranteed to awaken her in a needy, aching state, she had to accept being wrong about wanting to come home, and wondered if maybe she had erred just as badly about judging Jordan and Theresa.
Morning brought her no concrete answers to the less than desired outcome of her first week back but a determination to set things right with the McAllisters. After pouring a cup of coffee, she grabbed her purse off the kitchen counter and rummaged inside for her phone. Instead of her cell, she pulled out the phone Greg had programmed their numbers into and handed her the first day at the ranch. She’d never had cause to use it during those too short weeks, but sudden longing to hear their voices poured through her in waves, the ache stirring up those memories she’d wanted so much.
Come back any time. You’ll always be welcome. Kelsey knew better than to believe they were serious and hadn’t given a thought to taking Greg and Devin up on their parting offer. Until now. She tightened her hand around the phone and then tossed it back in her purse. One thing at a time. Fishing out her cell, she pressed Theresa’s number and said the first thing on the tip of her tongue when she answered.
“Can I come over?”
Theresa’s choked voice broke Kelsey’s heart. “Yes, of course. If you’re agreeable, there’s someplace we’d like to take you.”
Closing her eyes to stop the tears, Kelsey said the words she knew they wanted to hear. “Sure. I trust you.”
She did trust them, she thought as she exited her apartment building and saw them standing by their car, waiting for her with hopeful expressions. But there was one thing she needed to clarify. “Did you mean it?” she asked before getting in. “At the airport, when you said I was more than a case to you.”
“Sweetheart.” Theresa stepped forward and hugged her, Kelsey’s heart stuttering upon hearing her whispered, teary words. “Don’t you know you are a daughter to us in every way that matters?”
Kelsey shook her head, choked on a sob and then looked over at Jordan’s ravaged face. “I’m sorry. You’ve been nothing but good to me. I shouldn’t have…”
“Enough,” Jordon interjected gruffly, pulling her in for a brief hug before ushering her into the car. “We made a mistake in keeping you in the dark and you in not trusting us. We’ll do what people should do who love each other, forgive and forget.”
Since she had no experience with someone loving her, Kelsey took him at his word and let go of the last of her hurt as they drove out of the city. At first, she thought they were going back to their house, but when they turned in a different direction, she leaned forward from the back seat and asked, “Where are we going?”
“To the cemetery. We thought you’d like to see where your father buried your mother and, if you’re agreeable, we can have your father moved next to her.”
“Did you tell the authorities in Sweden I don’t want anything in that lockbox?” There was no way she could take money she knew came from her father’s illegal activities and that had ultimately led to his death.
“Yes,” Jordan answered, turning into a beautifully landscaped cemetery. “You can pick a charity and we’ll handle the rest. With Lindgren spending the rest of his life in jail, it’s now yours to do with as you please.” Putting the car in gear, he pointed to the headstone right outside. “That’s your mother’s grave. The plot next to it is available, if you want to use some of that money to have your father moved next to her.”
Kelsey started to get out and then shook her head. There were no memories for her here. All her good childhood memories were with the two people sitting in front of her. And all of her recent memories and the people she needed to be happy now were in Montana. “Sure, go ahead and make the arrangements, but you don’t need me here to do that, do you?”
Theresa swiveled in her seat, her eyes sparkling with interest as she asked, “No, so what do you want to do now?”
Come back whenever you want, little bit. You’ll always be welcome, baby.
She smiled. “I want to return to Montana.”
Neither looked surprised, only pleased with her decision. Jordan turned back around and started the car. “Then that’s what you should do.”
It took her a week of fighting back nerves and making the arrangements to work from home before she was ready to fly into Billings and pick up the rental the McAllisters had arranged for her. She packed two large bags, thinking positive, her new online purchases arriving just in time to go into one suitcase. Six weeks to the day she’d first met Greg and Devin she drove through the gates of the Wild Horse Dude Ranch, her heart pounding so hard, she feared it would burst through her chest.
No one was around as she parked in front of the house and ran her clammy hands down her jeans before carrying her bags inside. She knew right away they weren’t in the house, so she hauled her suitcases to the back bedroom, unpacked her new white cowgirl hat, denim skirt and boots, put them on and went in search of her cowboys. Kelsey refused to worry over her reception, to wonder what she would do, how she would handle it if they didn’t want her back. Failure was not an option, at least, she prayed it wasn’t.
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