“I’m just saying, Rachel’s not the type—”
“Like you know,” Killian cut Adam’s bullshit off before he could be irritated by it. “You don’t know anything. I’m the one who spent a few hours with the girl. If anybody here knows her better, it’s me.”
“Yeah? And why don’t you tell me about those few hours?” Adam shot back, getting all huffy for no reason Killian could see.
“Not much to tell.” Killian shrugged. “She came in to interview the sheriff, ended up having to interview me, and we hit it off.”
“Oh, you did?” Adam cocked a brow at Killian, making him itch to pound the smug look off Adam’s face. “And that’s why you’ve been mooning after her—”
“I do not moon over any woman.”
“—these past few weeks, making a fool of your—”
“Who are you calling a fool?”
“—self, following her around like a love-sick puppy—”
“I’m not a damn puppy!”
“—and for what? So you can be stuck banging all those Rachel look-alikes at the club?”
“They were not Rachel look-alikes,” Killian snarled, stepping toward Adam.
“You made the last brunette dress up like a dirty librarian.”
Killian couldn’t deny that, and he really didn’t have a defense, given he never had asked for a pet to role play before. It had been fun, though not nearly as much fun as it would be when he made Rachel play.
“I know you, Killian. You want this girl.”
“And you don’t?” Killian wouldn’t believe him if he said yes. They’d been screwing women together for over a decade, and he knew the difference from when Adam itched to when he burned. “I would have thought she fit with your own little fantasy.”
Adam didn’t deny it, but he did step back and give Killian one of those thoughtful looks that always ended in him annoying Killian with some stupid-assed revelation. True to form, Adam stiffened up, his features hardening into a glare as he flung an accusation at Killian.
“Is that why you didn’t tell me about her? Because you’re afraid she might be the one?”
“See, now that’s just stupid.” Killian rolled his eyes at the very idea of “the one.” Life should be more plentiful than that.
“No, it isn’t.” On a tear, Adam stepped forward with each allegation, his fingers curling into a tight enough fist for Killian to decide to step back. “You’ve been burning so hard for this girl that you’ve made a complete ass out of yourself over the past month, and that just scares the shit out of you, doesn’t it?”
Killian growled at that, truly insulted. “I’m not afraid of any woman.”
“And you’ve been worrying that if you did anything about it, then I’d be tagging along and what? Realize that there might actually be a decent woman out there willing to settle down with me and my best friend?”
“Don’t you think you’re jumping the gun here?” Killian retorted with total exasperation. His whole life, Killian had been listening to people say how practical and down-to-earth Adam was just because he tended to be quiet. None of them knew what kind of crazy Adam hid beneath his cool exterior.
“Or is it that you didn’t intend to have me tag along?”
“See, now that’s just paranoid delusions on your part,” Killian retorted. “I didn’t even consider you tagging or not tagging along given I wasn’t even thinking about banging the honey until she agreed to let us punish her, which she is waiting on. So if you’re done, I got a meeting to make.”
Knowing Adam could carry on for hours, Killian turned and left him there to berate himself. He meant it when he said he had other things to do, and he didn’t intend to let Rachel go cold while Adam got himself all hot.
“Damn it, Killian! We’re not done arguing about this.”
“Sure we are,” Killian shouted back without looking over his shoulder. “I’ll do what I want. You do what you want.”
“Shit!”
Killian held back his laugher at Adam’s heartfelt curse. Killian could talk all he wanted, but they both knew what Adam’s ultimate answer would be.
“Well, wait up for me.”
* * * *
Rachel checked all the doors and windows to make sure they were locked. Then she checked them again. She knew she was being silly, but she couldn’t get over the feeling of being hunted.
As if.
Only extreme stupidity or vanity could explain any woman thinking she counted enough to actually motivate Killian or Adam to chase after her. They had a whole field full of better looking, more willing women to pick from. Not to mention that all those women at the bonfire were already naked with legs spread.
Safe and alone in her house, Rachel tried to remember exactly why she wasn’t one of those women. In all of her nearly thirty years, she’d had exactly one lover and no orgasms. Well, at least none he’d given her.
From that perspective, it had been sheer stupidity to turn down the opportunity to triple the number of her bed partners and actually start getting the big Os column filled in.
Oh, but no. I have too much dignity to have any fun.
Well, she had a little fun. Actually, the whole night had ranked as a rip-roaring good time, and the only thing she couldn’t determine was if spying on the orgy had gotten her hotter than messing with the two deputies. It was actually kind of a toss-up, given she had pictures of the orgy to keep her squirming in her seat.
Oh, but she really wanted to know what it would be like to be the woman in those pictures. It wasn’t that she needed to be in love and all that, but she couldn’t enjoy sex without relaxing. She couldn’t relax if she didn’t trust the man. In order to trust him, Rachel would have to care about him.
At least that’s how the theory had gone for the longest time. Sitting at her computer, going through the images, Rachel wondered if she didn’t have it all wrong. She could have a fling, a dirty and erotic fling filled with passionate moans and the sweaty slap of bodies…Oh, God.
Got to stop looking at these pictures. They fueled the wicked fantasies playing out in her mind, reducing her inhibitions and letting her explore all the erotic images without fear. The want to actually touch, taste, feel what it was like to be pinned between two of the most delicious men she’d ever met made her burn for a release.
Damn, she needed to be touched, to find some release from the need that could be denied no more. Rachel didn’t have a man, but if she wanted an actual orgasm, a man would only get in the way. There were some things a woman was just better at—like setting the mood.
It took her ten minutes to get her romantic bath for one ready, but finally she sank into the heated bubbles. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and pretended she wasn’t alone. Instead of being brash and offensive in every possible manner, Dream Killian knelt at the ready beside the bathtub, a glass of wine in one hand and a soft rag in the other. Or maybe it would be more realistic for it to be Adam.
The bathtub isn’t big enough for both of them. One of them will just have to watch. That idea gave her a thrill. Somehow, the idea of being watched, of having one of their heated gazes trained on her every action, her every reaction, made her feel so dirty and so damn hot it amazed her that the bubbles didn’t boil away. Killian.
He’d be the one to watch, to watch and suffer, because surely a man of action would feel punished when left to do nothing more than observe. It would be difficult for him. He’d have to battle every instinct, every urge to come forth and force his participation. That struggle would have his muscles flexing and bulging with physical restraint. Even as he fought for control, the fight would feed his aggression, sharpening his need and making those brilliant eyes sparkle with the promise of revenge.
What a sweet revenge it would be. Rachel had earned it. Making sure Adam went slowly, starting with his hands on her body, she’d drag out the moment, teasing Killian with every sensuous second, even as she prolonged her own agony. Agony would be just what it was to endure Adam’
s big, callused hands massaging their way down her shoulders.
He’d be behind her, cushioning her with that hard body even as he kept her captured and displayed. She wouldn’t care. With those warm palms pressing into her muscles, working out every kink and knot as they explored the contours of her back and the graceful crease of her spine, she’d be putty in his hands.
Their steady progression wouldn’t pause until he reached the sensitive skin of her lower back. A few fingers would splay out to tease the crease that divided her ass cheeks, a dark hint at things to come later. The very promise had her shivering with fear and excitement.
It would come, she knew it, but first would come the pleasure, the body-numbing, mind-shattering pleasure. She’d be so drenched in it that by the time it came to that, she’d be so drunk on ecstasy she’d be incapable of feeling any pain.
It wouldn’t be a long road to that ecstasy, not with Adam’s hands warming up her body. They were sliding around her waist now, tickling her sides with their gentle touch and making her squirm enough to draw his notice back there. Big and callused, his hands lingered there as he let his thumbs twirl out ripples of pure electricity. Rachel’s breath caught, her body stilling and tensing with anticipation. His touch was so soft, nothing more than a sensual promise of the pleasure to come.
Rachel’s eyes, already at half mast, drifted the rest of the way closed. It felt so good to luxuriate in the glow of things to come. The anticipation built in her, weighing her down until her body relaxed and melted into the moment.
Only then did his hands shift, encircling her stomach. He liked it, soft and smooth. The roundness bespoke of a healthy body, one with curves to cushion all his hardness. Again, his thumbs went exploring, traveling the bottom slope of her breasts even as the rest of his fingers followed along.
In one smooth, sensual motion, Adam’s hands glided up to fully cup her aching globes. His thumbs stretched out to pin her tender nipples beneath them. Slowly gaining speed, he used the rough, callused pad to roll them tighter and tighter, sending out electric ripples that had her back arching as she lifted her breast up into his touch.
More, she wanted more. Her body hummed with the need for it, slowly taking to motion as her hips rolled and flexed in the timeless rhythm of a female in heat. She became more and more aware of her pussy, of how empty it was, how desperate it was to be filled. It begged for attention, and she pleaded softly, whimpering out her need.
It fed Killian’s dark desires, and she could see him tensing, clamping down the need to respond to her siren’s call. He was vulnerable to it, vulnerable to a woman’s desire for her master’s attention. He’d give her everything she begged for, give it to her hard and fast, but it was Adam who held her, Adam who tormented her.
Adam would not be rushed or pressured by begging. Instead of testing his strength, her sensual demands only fed his restraint. He wanted her to beg, to beg him for her pleasure, to know he was the one who could give it to her and only when he decided.
Adam was all about the tease. Even as one hand dipped low to slide over her stomach and into the damp curls covering her mound, Rachel knew release was a far distance off. He intended to torment her in the worst possible way, and she welcomed it. Lifting one leg right up over the edge of the tub, she rested it on the curved rim to open herself up completely to his touch.
The vulnerability of the moment fueled her desires, making her rage with such lust that she moaned in welcome at the first soft glide of fingers over her folds. She couldn’t bear his controlled restraint. Instead, gluttonous need ruled, and she covered his hand with her own, forcing his fingers to find the sensitive little bud no longer hidden in her folds. Swollen and alight with pleasure, her clit blossomed under her touch.
With a sigh of contentment, Rachel relaxed back into the tub, letting the warm water and the slow swirl of her finger over her clit melt her body. Toying with her ultra-sensitive bud, she twirled it over and over again, going faster and faster until she could feel her cunt sucking in great gulps of water in a desperate cry to be filled.
One quick thrust of fingers, one tempting taste of pressure, and her whole body quivered on the edge of oblivion. Just as she started to feel every nerve ending coming alive in celebration, Rachel backed off and let her hand fall down into the crease between her thighs. For several heart pounding seconds, her body quivered on the edge of release before it tumbled back into a fit of disappointment and urgent demands.
This had to be the best part. Well, maybe not the best, but she couldn’t bring herself to go there. Not yet. If she did, then it would be over. She’d be left tired and sleepy. That would be a great moment, but Rachel often preferred to prolong it and her pleasure.
Gluttonous, Rachel enjoyed drawing out her releases, bringing herself to the edge of climax several times before she finally gave in to temptation. It was rare that she got to enjoy a climax, so she savored them with greedy delight.
Tonight, though, was even more special because she finally had a face and a name to put to her mystery lover. Normally, she fantasized about some generic hunk, but not this time. This time, she had a very specific image of who she wanted, and it wasn’t just one man.
That made this occasion special, kinkier and hotter. It felt like it deserved more than the normal bathtub routine. Rachel’s mind went to the small box she had hidden in her closet. Maybe not so much as hidden but ignored. When Hailey had given her the very skimpy set of lingerie, it had been more of a joke than for practical use. It was a good thing because Rachel had never once had an occasion to put the outrageous garments to use.
It was the type of thing the women at the Cattleman’s Club wore. The type of thing a woman wore for men like Killian and Adam. Rachel had never worn anything so risqué before, but it felt right. Even if it was just a fantasy, she wanted to wear it for her dream lovers.
Panties like that require things to be shaved that have never been shaved.
She’d regret doing it in the morning. It would itch coming back in. Going through the day, knowing what she had done would embarrass her, but it would also make her feel sexy and wanton. It would be a silent, private reminder to her that she wasn’t such a good girl. She could have a wild side, too.
Chapter 5
Thirty minutes later, freshly shaved and wearing the ridiculous outfit Hailey had given her, Rachel stepped in front of the old, rounded full-length mirror she’d salvaged from a yard sale. Her hands twitched at the belt of her robe, uncertain whether to unleash the terry knot or pull the strings tighter.
She knew what lay beneath but wasn’t so sure she was ready to confront it with her own eyes. Her hormones had relented some over the past hour, relaxing back from the desperate need for release into the continuous hum of arousal. They still wanted their due, but for the moment her hormones were content to linger in the moment, waiting with anticipation for the next fantasy to begin.
This time it would be Killian doing and Adam watching. It seemed appropriate, given the outfit. A man like Killian would know what to do to a woman dressed as she was. He wouldn’t accept any hesitation but would step up close behind her. Following the pass of her belt, his big hands would settle over the knot to slowly loosen the ties.
With his fingers curled under the edges of her robe, he’d follow the part up toward her shoulders, letting the backs of his fingers tease over her quivering stomach muscles and over the rise of her breasts. Her nipples, lifted and put on display by the cupless bra, would pucker and tingle under the pass of his fingers. Then they would be revealed to the cool night air and the exploding gaze of Killian’s brilliant eyes.
They’d glow with prowling aggression, full of feral hunger as he surveyed the prey caught within his grasp. She would tremble under the impact of all the promises in his eyes, and when they lifted to finally meet hers in the reflection, the tension would snap around them.
Killian wouldn’t be the slow, tender lover riling her body to the peak of ecstasy the way Adam had. No, Killi
an would plunge her into the deepest pits of rapture with a speed and force that would overwhelm any doubts or reservations she had.
His hands would be rough and unrelenting as he palmed her breasts, circling her tits with intense aggression. He would pull and pinch her tender tips, bringing pain to the party. The slight twinges and dark forewarnings fed her excitement into a fever pitch. Then he’d cup one breast, lift it up, and demand that she suck it for him. He wanted to watch her pink little tongue slip out to trace over the creases, flick over her nipple, and tease its very tip before her lips sucked it in.
Ah, shit.
The ripples of pleasure spreading out from her breasts felt more like tidal waves, flooding her pussy in a torrential downpour of heated cream, the strength of which couldn’t be contained. Her hips flexed, slowly rotating in a sensual humping dance that called out and lured men in. The motion had her clit blossoming to life as it rubbed against the satiny material of her panties.
Even as she continued the assault on her own breast, his hand dropped down to the string edge over her underwear. A little pull and tug and the tiny triangle that barely covered her crotch disappeared into a line of fabric that slipped between the edges of her swollen lips to press harder, more intensely against her clit. Again and again, the material see-sawed over her sensitive bud until she released her breast with a pop to moan out her pleasure.
He wanted her to touch herself, to watch her come by her very own hand, and she didn’t have the willpower to deny him. She lifted a trembling hand to her breast, doing as he had done, tormenting her nipple with a roughness that had her aching for the feel of his hands on her body.
That wouldn’t happen, not until she gave him what he wanted, her pleasure on display for his. He wanted her vulnerable and weak, so when he attacked, she would be unable to offer any resistance to his darker, more perverse commands. The very idea excited her and spurred her to overcome the last of her reservations.
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