The Climax Montana Complete Collection

by Reece Butler

  “You want me to put my tongue and fingers all over that sweet pussy of yours,” said Travis.

  “Yes,” she replied, a bit breathless.

  “While I take care of the other end.” Riley nudged her with his elbow. “I finally get to suck on those nipples of yours. And your lips. And, heck, those earlobes look tasty, too.”

  Her entire body thrummed with need. She wanted these men to show her what sex was all about. And she wanted it now.

  * * * *

  Riley stopped talking before he said something really stupid. Gawd, talking to Jane about sex was better than doing it with most of the women he’d bedded. Not that there’d been a hell of a lot of them. But still!

  “We are going to give you an orgasm you’ll never forget,” said Travis.

  “And then I’ll, ah, take care of you?”

  Oh, fuck, he was going to come. Right there in his pants, just from Jane’s words. Riley pulled what little self-respect he had around him like a shield and said the only thing he could.

  “Janey, you don’t have to do that.” He brought their clasped hands up to his mouth and kissed her knuckles gently.

  “I want to,” she whispered. “At least, I think I do.”

  “Whatever you want,” said Trav. “No pressure. We’ll wait and see.”

  “Not too much waiting, I hope,” she said as he turned the corner and approached their unit once more.

  This time Travis parked. He turned off the truck and set both hands back on the wheel, head bowed.

  “I think it’s best you go in and get ready, Jane. Let Buster out and we’ll give him a walk. Because”—he turned to her, his face bleak—”I want you in my arms two steps after I get in that door.”

  “Two steps?” demanded Riley. “I’d be on her after one.”

  “Yeah, but I’ve always had more control.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Travis kicked a stone out of the way as they walked toward the pool. He had to tell Riley before they touched her.

  “Jane’s not a virgin, but it didn’t go well,” he said bluntly.

  “What the hell?” Riley grabbed his arm and hauled him around so they faced each other. “You’re only telling me this now?”

  “It wasn’t my story to tell, but I don’t want us to do anything that will scare her. It was her decision, but the guy was an asshole. She didn’t enjoy it.” He took his hat off, scrubbed at his hair, and slapped it back on. “That’s why she needs to be in control. When, or if, she’s ready to go that far.”

  Riley’s scowl looked even worse with the moon shadows. “She seemed pretty eager to me. Whatever she decided in the john, she wants to go through on it.” Buster, having finished in the bushes, plopped his butt down by Riley’s foot. “And we’d better not take too long or she might get scared and back off.”

  “This isn’t about us—”

  “Dammit, Trav! You think I don’t know that?” Riley stopped, fists on his hips, and dropped his head. He exhaled, hard. “I know I can be a real shit sometimes, but I care about Jane. A lot. She’s funny, and sexy, and smart, and can cook.” When he looked up, Travis could see his pain. “After Zarah I never thought I’d give another woman a chance. Jane is worth it. No matter what happens, we can help her. I can help her. And that means a lot.”

  “We’re not going to screw it up.”

  “But if we don’t get our butts in there, Jane might start without us.”

  They hurried back, Buster racing ahead.

  “Dog gets shut in the living room,” said Travis as they reached the gate.

  “Damn right,” replied Riley.

  Buster ran in first. He saw Jane and jumped on the bed, tail wagging.

  Oh, my God, she was naked!

  She’d been lying on her back but pulled herself to sit on one butt cheek, knees bent. Her breasts were hidden by Buster, but it was her smile that he focused on. She was one in a billion.

  Then it hit him. If Jane didn’t want him, if she didn’t want to stay with them forever, his life would never be as brilliant as it was tonight. Trav couldn’t say he loved her, but he was getting damn close.

  “Down!” ordered Travis. Buster jumped to the floor, tongue out and tail wagging. Trav kept his eye on the dog. “Go lie down.”

  He pointed to the front room. Buster closed his mouth. He tilted his head and gave Jane a mournful look. She laughed, and must have waved him off or something because he padded through the door, head hanging. Travis shut the door. Then he slowly turned and took in the sight.

  “You are so beautiful,” he whispered.

  He couldn’t talk any louder if he tried. She leaned seductively on one hand with her knees tucked in. Her lovely breasts, just the right size, were tipped with hard nipples. Dark curls hid her buried treasure.

  “How about you stand up so I can kiss you?” asked Riley.

  Jane thought about it, then shook her head. She smiled, like Eve in the Garden. It morphed into something so sensual he had to catch his breath. She let her hands slowly slide over the sheet as she sank onto her back, legs together. She stretched out her toes, then parted her ankles. It was just an inch or two, but he took it as an invitation.

  He was going to come in his pants. No question whatsoever. It was inevitable. So he’d forget about it and take care of his woman. Because once he put his mouth on her clit, she was his. He tossed his hat aside, toed off his boots, and hauled off his socks, never taking his eyes off her. She shared her gaze, half-eager and half-hesitant, between the two of them.

  “Mind if we take off our shirts?” asked Riley. “It’s pretty hot in here.”

  The little witch stretched like a cat, rolling on her far side and curling up to show her peach of an ass. “As long as you leave your jeans on, I’m okay.”

  “Hell, baby, you’re way more than okay,” said Riley with a rusty chuckle.

  She rolled back and folded her arms behind her head to watch them strip. Trav hauled his shirt off and tossed it aside. He’d used a brand-new razor while Riley showered, so Jane shouldn’t get beard burn on her thighs. Time was a’wasting. He crooked his finger.

  “Your butt on the edge of the bed, Jane. Now.”

  Her nostrils flared at his order. She licked her lips, then got up on her knees. Her breasts swayed as she slowly, sensuously, walked forward. Oh God, if she was on the floor she’d be the perfect height to suck him deep! She settled her ass at the edge of the bed and lay back.

  “Where’d you learn to move like that?” he demanded.

  “Old movies,” she replied, adding a sensuous pout. “Jean Harlow, Mae West, Greta Garbo.” She looked him up and down, slowly. Suggestively.

  He sank to his knees and parted her thighs. Her scent reached out, wrapped around him, and drew him in. He was hooked. No woman would ever do to him what this one did. And he hadn’t even touched her yet.

  “Say your safe word and we’ll stop,” he said. “What is it?”

  “Red.”

  He looked at Riley, who nodded in agreement.

  “Between us, we’ll keep each other honest.”

  Her sultry glamour queen look faded. Once more she was the shy, unsure maiden. “Thank you,” she whispered.

  “Don’t thank us yet,” Travis replied, winking to break her mood. “Wait until you’ve had a few orgasms first.”

  She squeaked when Travis lifted her ass. He brought her pussy to his lips. God, she was slick! He couldn’t describe her scent or taste, but he loved them both. Her eyes got wider and wider as he slid his tongue over her soft flesh. He sank deeper, curling his tongue forward, just inside her.

  “Oh, yes,” she moaned.

  Jane was his. Case closed. Game over. His woman.

  The bed shook as Riley joined them. He cupped his hand around her breast, catching the nipple between his thumb and first finger. She groaned and lifted herself closer to him. Hint taken, he went to work.

  Eyes closed, Travis dipped and nosed his way around her. She was so wet, so hot,
so tasty. Her little clit stood up and begged for attention. He gave it just enough to keep it happy, but not enough to set her off. This first time had to be something so over the top that she’d beg for more.

  He gave his tongue a break, hauling air into his starved lungs, and used his fingers to tease her. She pushed down with her heels, lifting her pussy, legs apart. Her tight little asshole beckoned. He gathered some of her juices and trailed down her perineum. She twitched as he traced the way.

  He scratched at her door so she knew what he intended, then gently probed with his little finger. Her loud groan made him look up. Riley, eyes bright and grin wide, nodded in encouragement. Riley pinched her nipple, and at the same time Travis twisted his finger deeper. She shuddered, gasping.

  “Oh yeah,” murmured Riley. “You are going to be dy-no-mite, Duchess.”

  “Oh, please,” she cried, panting, writhing. “Please!”

  They shared a nod. Riley kissed her mouth and flicked her nipples while Travis circled her clit with his tongue. He sucked on it while skewering her ass a half inch more. She inhaled, her muscles stiffened, and his mouth flooded with her juices. He licked and sucked and twisted as she bucked under him, keening and panting.

  When she slumped, he pulled his finger out but kept licking her sweet pussy. Riley’s kisses shifted from demanding to tender. They slowed to a stop when she shuddered, then rolled to her side.

  “Oh, my,” she whispered, still panting. “I had no idea.”

  Travis kept a possessive hand on her bottom. His heart was racing as well, though he’d managed not to come. He patted her, then took care of washing his hands well and returned. She faced the bathroom, so saw him when he came out. She smiled and gestured him over.

  “My turn,” she said.

  He stopped. “Uh, Jane?”

  “Take ‘em off.” She looked over her shoulder at Riley. “Show me what you’ve got,” she ordered.

  “Yes, ma’am!”

  Riley shucked down so fast he was front and center before Travis very carefully lift his cock out. Jane sat on the end of the bed, feet on the floor, and reached for Riley. Travis strode over to give her a choice. She took one in each hand. Travis inhaled a gasp as her hot fingers curled around him.

  * * * *

  A faint hissing, appearing after she’d exploded, still filled her head. She ignored it to concentrate on the job at hand. Nothing else existed but this moment. She curled her fists around the pair of hard cocks. Neither man crowded too close, so she had to reach out to them. She wasn’t sure what to do, but since they’d used their tongues on her, she’d do the same. She leaned forward and flicked the tip of Travis’s cock. He jerked, and she pulled back.

  “Did I do something wrong?”

  “Oh, God no,” he said, almost moaning. “I don’t want you to stop, Jane. But even if you just hold me, I’ll come on you. I don’t think you want that.”

  Did she want to touch him and Riley so that they couldn’t stand it anymore and exploded from her touch?

  Yes.

  Just thinking of it brought a sense of power. That was what had been missing whenever Penelope Stark was near a man. Penelope believed she had no power over herself, and certainly not over a man.

  Jane held a sense of her own power in every cell of her body.

  This time she paid attention to Riley’s cock. It was thicker, and maybe a fraction shorter than his brother. She squeezed Travis while sucking Riley into her mouth. The taste was different, but not unpleasant.

  Riley wrapped his hand around hers and guided her hand, showing her how he liked to be touched. She concentrated, doing it with both men. They were soon groaning and panting. All because of her.

  “Oh, God, I’m going to come,” said Riley, moaning. “Jane, if you don’t want me to—”

  She wanted to try everything, so she sucked Riley deep, gently squeezing his balls. He shouted. A jet of hot cum shot into her mouth. She stroked him, licking and sucking, until he pulled away.

  “I’m gonna pass out.” Riley staggered to the bed. Jane bounced as he crashed on his side, chest heaving. He winked. “That was great but the party isn’t over, babe. Little brother’s still hard.”

  “I may be younger, but I’m taller, and bigger than you.”

  Travis held his own cock, rubbing it up and down. His nostrils flared as he stared at her. She cupped her breasts, offering them to him. He choked.

  The power she had over them!

  Jane opened her mouth in invitation. Travis eagerly complied, letting her take over. He rested a hand on her head as she guided his cock into her mouth. This time she let her teeth graze his skin as she gently tugged on his balls. It didn’t take long.

  “I’m coming,” he said, panting. “Oh, God, Jane!” he bellowed.

  When he stopped jerking, he lifted her by the elbows, brought her body tight against him, and kissed her. She melted, the long, hard, deep kisses waking a matching fire inside her.

  She wanted them. Now. It was time to finally let go and fly.

  “Condoms?” she asked, panting and eager.

  His eyes flashed. “Are you sure?”

  She nodded. “I’ve got an ache that needs more than your tongue.”

  Riley thundered across the floor, hauled open the door, and hurried through it. She rested her head on Travis’s chest. He pulled her tight. His heart thumped as fast as her own.

  “If one of us lies on his back and you ride him, you’ll be able to control the action,” he said gently. “You can climb off anytime you like. We’ll take things slow and easy.”

  “How long before you can, um…”

  Riley shut the door behind him. He ripped open the carton so hard long strips of them flew all over.

  “Rye, Jane wants to know how long before we’re ready for more.”

  “I’m ready, babe. Just give me the word.”

  She dropped her eyes. Riley certainly was ready. His cock was long, and stiff. She looked at Travis. He was the same.

  “I thought men had to wait between bouts.”

  Travis laughed, a bit wildly. “We’ve gone a long time without, Jane. But what matters most is that you want us.”

  “I’m the oldest,” said Riley, “so I’m first.”

  He grabbed a three-pack of condoms and hopped on the bed. He settled in the middle on his back, then gestured for her to come closer. His cock rose high and eager. The wild grin was back on his face. He ripped open a condom and covered himself.

  “Come to Riley, Duchess.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Riley groaned when Jane turned that eager, ready-to-party smile at him. She had a lovely one, but it was the sparkle in her eyes that had him ready to explode again. If his upper brain were working he’d think of a few more reasons for liking her, but all his blood had headed south of the border.

  “You may be older,” said Travis, still holding Jane. “But I’m better.”

  “We’ll see about that.” He covered himself and held out his hand. “Janey, time’s a’wasting.” He leered and waggled his hips, making his cock wave. “You wanna ride a stallion?” It made her laugh, which was his intention.

  Travis led her to the bed. He held her steady her as she walked up Riley’s body, one foot either side of him. He looked up at her long, graceful legs. They came together in the sweetest looking pussy he’d ever seen. He loved that slightly pooched belly, and those breasts! The tops of her thighs glistened from pussy juice. He could almost taste her.

  “Don’t stop there,” he said. “I want to taste you.”

  “Oh.” She bit her lower lip.

  “I want to lick and suck you so good that you come in my mouth. You’ll be really wet when you sink your hot pussy lips over my cock.”

  He curled his finger at her. She moved forward with Trav’s help, stopping when her feet reached his shoulders.

  “Lean on the headboard,” said Travis. “Riley will guide you right where he wants you.”

  She hesitantly knelt, k
nees beside his ears. Damn, she smelled good!

  He held her thighs, supporting her as she moved herself over his mouth. He urged her down. He’d tasted a couple of women, but no one in Janey’s league. She was prime. He used every trick he knew, licking and sucking and pressing, as well as a couple of things that came to him just because she was Jane. She made little sounds, breath catching when he found a good spot. If she hadn’t just taken him deep he would never have lasted. He had her close, almost there. She was so wet that—

  “No,” she said, and lifted up.

  “No?”

  He pleaded with his eyes, but said nothing more. This was her show, and she would run it the way she wanted. She needed this more than he did. And he needed it as much as he needed air.

  “I want you inside me when I come.”

  Oh, shit!

  He jammed his eyes and teeth shut to hold back the explosion that threatened to race from his ass to his balls and out his cock. The bed shook as Travis helped her to step back. She sank until her knees were at his chest and her ass cheeks were just this side of his cock. She placed her palms on his chest. He opened his eyes and watched her drop down.

  Her breasts hit first, dragging over his chest. Soft breasts, perfect for kissing. She brushed her lips over his and winked. When he groaned at her teasing, she sat up, reached behind, and grabbed his cock.

  “Dayam, woman!” he said, putting on an act that was only partially faked. “You’re a natural!” Her whole face lit up when she laughed.

  “A suggestion?” said Travis. She looked up. “Settle yourself on this end, then rub yourself on his cock a few times. Feel it press against your clit.”

  For once, Riley didn’t mind his younger brother butting in. It was Travis who’d insisted Jane stay with them. He’d thank him later. After he showed Jane a touch of paradise, Riley Adams style.

  Her eyes, now a brighter green than he’d ever seen, went wide as she ground his cock between her pussy and his pelvis. He groaned. He might be sore, but any time Jane touched him, was a good thing.