The Climax Montana Complete Collection

by Reece Butler

  She leaned forward, grasped a safety bar he hadn’t noticed, and arched her back. A velvet vise clamped down on him, ratcheting the tension a hundred percent. She suddenly stilled, mouth open and head back. She clamped down harder.

  “Fuck me hard!”

  Her words made him release the beast. They both grunted with every deep thrust as he pulled almost out and slammed deep. Nothing mattered but his cock in her tight pussy. The wet slap of flesh meeting flesh filled the shower, faster and faster. Her pussy rippled, clamping down.

  “Mine!” he roared.

  He slammed her ass against him, taking what he wanted. He felt her pussy, hot and slick and tight. He watched her clenched ass curving into him. It all fed the hungry beast that demanded her total surrender. As his orgasm faded the beast relaxed. There’d be another time, and another.

  Jet slid his arms up her slick body. He grasped her breasts in his palms, his elbows against her ribs, holding her tight against him. This was what he wanted. Needed. Hard, demanding, rough sex with a woman he could enjoy without harming. She stood snug against him, head bowed as she panted.

  This was the way it should be. His woman, bending her head in submission, accepting him as her Master. Accepting whatever he chose to give her, which would be what she needed, not necessarily what she wanted.

  The next few weeks would be an education for Lila, in so many ways.

  “I liked that,” she said, panting through a wide smile.

  He stepped back, disposed of the condom, and turned on the shower. She squealed until he got the water warm enough. When they were clean he held her, enjoying the strange feeling of contentment. He could get used to this. Both the rough sex and the cuddling.

  “Come warm my bed, woman!”

  Lila jerked. “Houston?”

  “You expecting anyone else?” said a male growl from the bedroom.

  Jet grinned to himself. Houston sounded very sure of himself, while Lila trembled. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it to capture her arms. Before she could escape he flipped her over his shoulder.

  “Put me down!” she squealed, kicking.

  “Got a present for you, buddy,” he said as he entered the bedroom. “I even wrapped her for you.”

  Houston had pulled the covers onto the floor. He lay on the far side of the bed, hands behind his head. “Gosh, and she’s my favorite size, too.”

  Lila’s towel dropped to the ugly carpet when he gently tossed her onto the bed beside Houston. He climbed in, blocking her escape. She crossed her ankles to cover their view of her pussy. Her bent legs, wrapped in her arms, covered most of her breasts.

  “And what size is that?” she demanded.

  Houston ran the back of his fingers up her thigh. She shivered, gritting her teeth. He and Houston shared a glance over her head. They both knew she was playing a part.

  “Just perfect,” said Houston. “From the boutique where they only have one-of-a-kind originals.”

  She cleared her throat. “Chores come early.”

  “Then we’d better not waste any more time.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Lila held tighter to her legs, covering herself as much as possible from their eager eyes. Her heart pounded almost as hard as it had in the shower. She knew she’d challenged Jet. She’d thrilled at how he responded by taking her hard, just like she wanted. She thought that would be it for the night, but now she was sandwiched between the men. Other than in the truck, she hadn’t been alone with both of them before.

  Houston gave a low growl. She gulped. It was one thing to seduce a tired, injured man in the middle of the day. It was quite another to sit naked between two large men who looked at her as if she was a captive they’d purchased for their carnal needs.

  Her still-swollen pussy throbbed at one of her favorite fantasies. She loved it when the heroine challenged the men, daring them to take her.

  “Lie down,” ordered Jet.

  He had the same expression as when they’d spanked her. The memory of that humiliation came back, strong and fierce. She hugged it to her like a security blanket, using it to fuel her challenge. She looked him in the eye.

  “This is my bed, not yours.”

  Houston sat up, slowly shaking his head. “It became our bed when you demanded sex.”

  “Lila likes it rough,” said Jet. “She startled me in the shower, and when I almost slammed her into the wall, she stuck her ass out and demanded I fill her pussy.”

  Houston’s quiet, arousing chuckle tingled her spine. “I like a woman who fights back.”

  “You sure about that?” she demanded. “I wrestle with horses and cattle all day.”

  Houston ran the backs of his hands up her arms. She couldn’t stop the tremor that followed. She glared, which brought a feral smile.

  “There’s two stallions in this bed with you,” he murmured. “Still think you can win?”

  “Lila used an explicit swear word,” said Jet.

  Houston’s grin broadened. “Oh-oh. Naughty girls get spanked.”

  “I was having an orgasm! You can’t expect me to control myself then!”

  “You were told that swearing leads to spanking.” Houston rubbed his hands. “Roll onto your stomach.”

  She braced herself to run, knowing there was a good chance she’d not even get off the bed before they tackled her. It didn’t matter. She had to try. She rolled forward to scuttle away. A heavy body flattened her.

  “What do you say, Jet?” Houston’s hand caressed her back cheek. “Was Lila moving forward to get in position, or was she trying to escape? Maybe we should give her the benefit of the doubt.”

  He gave a light slap. A new flash of arousal flooded her body. Would they do the same as in the truck? Or more? She pressed down on her hands and knees, trying to buck him off. That gave her another light slap. So she kicked out. A pair of hand shackled her ankles, holding her down.

  “It was escape she was after,” replied Jet.

  She heard satisfaction in his voice. He lifted her ankles, setting them down far apart. Cool air flowed past her hot pussy.

  “You move as much as one toe and you’ll not sit down for a week,” he said in a low growl.

  His easy mastery, and his voice, thrilled her. Houston lifted himself off her back. She inhaled a gasp as Jet slid his hands up her legs, thumbs on the inside. The bed shifted as he set his knees between hers.

  “Now that is a fine-looking pussy.”

  Jet’s fingers pushed between the sheet and her wet, throbbing flesh. She moaned at the welcome intrusion. She arched her back, tilting her bottom up to silently ask for more.

  “Nope,” he said. “You’ll take your punishment before you get any pleasure.”

  “That would be eight this time, four each side,” said Houston.

  “Double that.”

  “What?” She twisted her head to glare at Jet. She made sure not to move any other part of her body. “Why double?”

  “That was a heavy-duty cuss word you threw at me.”

  “I wasn’t swearing, I was telling you what I wanted!” His face didn’t as much as twitch. She pressed her lips together to hold back what would really get him riled. “That word is a verb, Jet. An action word. And I wanted a specific action.”

  “She has a point,” said Houston, nodding. “It’s okay to shovel pig shit, but if you yell about bullshit, then it’s swearing.”

  “You’re not helping,” said Jet.

  “Let’s split the difference,” said Houston. “Twelve. Six per side.”

  She gave an outraged gasp. Jet nodded. There was far too much satisfaction in the motion.

  “I’ll warm her up with the first four,” said Houston. “Remember,” he said, redirecting his attention to her, “if you try to cover yourself or move away, we start over.”

  * * * *

  “Twelve,” said Houston as Jet administered the last spank. Lila had behaved well, gripping the sheet and hissing. They’d given her a mid-range spanking, pausing
to touch other parts and let the sting fade just enough that the next spank was a shock. It was enough to hurt, yet still arouse. “Dark pink is a good color on you.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind,” she said between gritted teeth. “Can I get up now?”

  Houston moved her hair aside and leaned close to her ear. “Is that how you ask permission?”

  She pressed her lips together. Her fury was so easy to read.

  “May I please get up?”

  He cleared his throat, making it obvious something was missing.

  “May I please get up, Sir?”

  “Good girl,” he whispered, and moved away.

  She rolled off the bed and stomped into the bathroom. She didn’t quite slam the door.

  “Bet she’s checking out the color of her ass.”

  Jet grunted, not bothering to reply to his rhetorical question. Her face almost matched her ass when she returned.

  “My bottom’s all red!”

  “Strawberry or cherry?”

  Lila jammed her fists on her hips and glared.

  Jet rolled off the bed and made his way toward Lila. Her indignation faded. She dropped her hands, and her eyes. Jet wrapped his arms around her.

  “Punishment’s over. You did well.” He gently kissed her on the forehead. She looked up through her eyelashes. Her chin trembled. “Time for your reward.”

  Jet swung her into his arms. She curled into his chest like a child. Her braid hung over Jet’s right arm. Houston unraveled the elastic and then ran his fingers through the braid, untangling it. When he was done her thick hair fell like a soft curtain.

  “I forgot that I used to French braid my sister’s hair,” said Houston, still playing with it. “Hers was light brown. It wasn’t as long, or as thick, as yours.”

  Because their mother insisted girls have long hair, as soon as his sister got up her nerve, she’d cut it short. She’d laughed with him, saying it was the only way she could lose weight. The laugh was bitter, as was the reason for it.

  Jet put Lila down but didn’t release her. Houston stepped behind, her hair like silk between them. Jet held her waist, so Houston wrapped his hands around her hips. He closed his eyes, breathing in her scent. Jet released her, giving him a nod. Houston turned Lila to face him. He used a knuckle to raise her chin the little bit needed for their lips to touch.

  The first kiss was gentle, a sweet caress. She deepened it, and he responded. He gently placed his hands on her hot ass. Her breath hitched. She raised her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, pressing her breasts against him, her belly snug to his cock.

  He walked backward, pulling her with him, step-by-step as they kissed, until the mattress touched his legs.

  “Lie on your stomach. We’re going to give you a massage.”

  Jet grabbed the oil from his toy bag. They each took an ankle and started working. By unspoken agreement they worked her hard, digging their thumbs into any knots they found in her feet and calves. She hissed when they hit a bad one, but didn’t complain. They skipped her still-glowing bottom, moving to her back. When they were done, she lay flat, loose, and languid.

  Jet moved to her feet while Houston took over her back and neck. They started again, this time purposely arousing her. Jet’s fingers trailed over her skin, and his short nails lightly scratched. He knelt beside her, his knees touching her breast. If she was face up, he would massage around her eyes and ears. Since she wasn’t, he did the best he could.

  They soon had her purring like a cat. Her breath hitched when he trailed his fingers over her ass. Jet had caught up, so Houston took over her ass while Jet worked on her pussy. Houston spread her ass cheeks, looking for the little brown rosette. Lila squeezed, making it pucker even more. He wanted his cock in that ass, but that would take some doing. She’d been damn near a virgin that morning. He’d been surprised that his finger slid in so easily into her ass, and that she’d pushed back against him for more. He’d give her that now. He dribbled some lube between her cheeks, letting it drip past her asshole and down.

  “On your knees,” said Jet. He helped Lila, setting a pillow under her shoulders, leaving her breasts free and her ass high.

  “Dayam,” whispered Houston at her presentation. He was going to take her in that position. Very, very soon.

  Jet lay on his back, a pillow under his head. He encouraged Lila to slide her knees out, dropping her pussy to the right height. From her moans and twitches, she was really into his tonguing. Houston got the heavier lube, rubbing it over the fingers of his right hand. He added a blob to the end of his middle finger, snapped the lube shut, and went to work. His finger sank in her ass as if she’d been waiting impatiently for it, so he added another. Once again, she rocked back against him. From the sounds she was making, she was close to orgasm. He grabbed a condom packet, ripped it open, and suited up.

  Jet pulled out from under Lila’s pussy. He kissed each of her red cheeks, leaving wet pussy tracks before making room for Houston.

  This time, he was in charge and in control. He lifted Lila into position. He had to taste her. He reached as far into her pussy with his tongue as he could, swiping her flavor into his mouth. He groaned, wanting to linger, yet needing to fill her. He rose onto his knees, placing the head of his cock against her swollen red folds. He rubbed his cock so it hit her clit. Her shoulders curled forward as she gripped the sheet. He teased her, tempting and controlling.

  When he was ready, he entered her, just an inch. Her well-padded, rosy ass beckoned. So did her hair. He could see her with two braids. He’d wrap one around each fist like reins, fucking her hard from behind while yanking her head back. He bet it would give her the edge of pain to make her explode. They had weeks to explore his fantasies. Tonight was for Lila.

  Houston sank to the hilt, his cock enfolded by her tight, hot channel. He reached his left hand around and under her belly for her clit. She shuddered. He pulled back, changed his angle, and aimed for her G-spot. She gasped, clenching him. He nodded at Jet. She was close. Jet lay down beside her. He joined their lips, one hand caressing her breast.

  Houston kept after Lila’s clit and G-spot. He added two fingers back into her ass, twisting them. His knuckles stretched her as he plunged them in and out. Her whole body shuddered, then she clamped down on him as hard as she had in the shower. He milked her orgasm, working her clit and ass.

  Jet had released her mouth to breathe, but kept hold of her nipple. He rolled and pinched it, keeping her coming.

  A hot surge blasted from Houston’s balls. It traveled under his body and out his cock. He roared, pounding into her with everything he had, claiming her as his own. She gripped him, pulsing with her pussy muscles. He shuddered, his cock supersensitive after the massive orgasm.

  Holding his left hand under her breasts, he carefully eased them both to rest on their right sides. She collapsed.

  The smile of a satisfied vixen warmed his heart. She was his, and Jet’s, but only for a short time. If he thought he had anything to offer her, he would never leave this valley.

  Chapter Eighteen

  “Sonia!”

  Houston reached out as the dream faded, frantically trying to reach her. As always, he was too late. Far too late. He smashed his arm against the mattress, then curled into a ball.

  “God, Sonia! I love you so much!”

  He covered his eyes with his forearm, gasping to keep back sobs. He finally conquered them, and sat up. He was alone in the bed, caught in soaked, tangled sheets. Lila’s bedtime sendoff had knocked him into deep sleep. Hearing her soft breaths must have soothed him, keeping him out like a light.

  It was a long time since he’d had the nightmare. It only happened when he felt safe and therefore slept deeply. Neither of those things had happened in too many years.

  “Wait for me, baby,” he said, as if she was in the room. “I promised I’d come back for you, and I will, no matter what. I’ll take you away from there, and bring you to somewhere beautiful.”

 
; Sonia would love these mountains, and the cold. She’d always hated the hot Texas climate. He’d promised he would help her escape. Now that he was out of the army, it was possible. Not yet, though. He had to heal and finish his time on the Circle C. He pushed the nightmare away, concentrating on the positive.

  Lila Frost was going to make his healing process something he would enjoy. She had the backbone of a tiger but could purr like a kitten. She was not only an enthusiastic participant in bed, she had brains, beauty, and a family that actually gave a damn.

  The old preacher on that ranch so long ago would insist his wrecked face and body was God’s revenge for his wicked ways, proving he would surely go to hell. The preacher would also say what he had done with Lila without the benefit of marriage would be enough to condemn him to roast forever.

  Houston, however, believed a person’s intent made all the difference. Yes, he intended to do even more wicked things with Lila, and so did Jet. And yes, they would both enjoy it. But most important was that Lila enjoyed it and, when they left, her life had improved in some way.

  They couldn’t make her happy, as that came from within. They could, however, help her realize her worth. From what her relatives said at the MacDougal party, they saw her as a loose cannon. They complained about her rarely finishing anything. While she was eager and willing, they couldn’t trust her to get the job done. In response, they treated her as if she was still fourteen.

  Lila needed a settling influence, someone to keep her focused on the task at hand. A dominant man, or two, could certainly do that. If, that is, Lila agreed to obey them. He didn’t mean just doing what they said. It was far deeper than that. She had to silence the negative whispers that flowed through her active brain.

  Lila had a loving, supportive family, and didn’t want to disappoint them. She thought she wasn’t good enough, as she compared herself to her male cousins, many of them older. She was impulsive, and had done many things to prove herself. Most of them had backfired, bringing embarrassment, shame and humiliation. These memories filled her mind in a vicious cycle of recrimination.