“You’ll have to help me with the zipper.”
Eyes narrowed, lips thinned, he didn’t even respond to that taunt as she straightened up. Ignoring his heated glare, she twisted to offer him her back. With her hair swept out of the way, Rachel waited until she figured he intended to ignore her challenge. That alone would have been a magnificent victory, but Killian ruined all the gloating prods coming to her mind by finally taking the small, metal tag in hand.
His thick knuckles brushed teasingly over her spine as he tugged on the delicate fabric, working the zipper down only as a man who didn’t do ladies’ zippers would. The muttered curses that floated over her shoulder as he snagged the tiny zipper on the silky fabric brought a giggle to her lips, but she kept it clamped in as he worked the tangle free.
It must have taken great care for those big fingers not to tear through the snag. The consideration he showed reminded her for a moment of just how good a heart the big, gruff deputy had buried beneath his sexist attitude.
The soft, warmth spreading through her had her forgetting all about the game they’d been playing as she released her hair. With a smile on her lips and an idea of how to reward him, Rachel started to turn back when Killian’s fingers suddenly gripped the undone edges of her dress.
“What—”
Rachel’s question ended in a shriek and a good amount of flailing as she tried to escape the hands shredding her dress into rags. She was neither quick enough nor strong enough to escape Killian’s wrath. He had her down to nothing but panties and a bra in less than thirty seconds.
Panting over the sudden struggle, Rachel made it to the middle of the table and out of arm’s reach before she turned back to glare at him. She meant to tell him that wasn’t funny, that he’d be paying for that dress. The predatory intent of his hawkish gaze made her reevaluate the wisdom of prodding him any further.
It also made her reconsider the security of her position. With the clear conclusion that she wasn’t far enough away, Rachel began to inch back. Killian cocked his head, finally finding the wisp of a smile as he studied her retreat.
None of that smugness showed through when he asked her very calmly, “Do you need help with your bra?”
If she hadn’t been wearing one of her best and most expensive pieces of lingerie, Rachel would have given Killian the answer he deserved. Instead, prudence made her assess his threat and come to the conclusion that snapping it off and throwing it at him would serve to make her point.
It did kind of delight her that his smile faded away as a cup caught on his head and the bra dangled there, making him look about as intimidating as a clown. She also got to enjoy hearing him growl again before he snatched the thing off. Then, though, the entertainment took a more daring turn as his eyes dropped pointedly to her panties.
He didn’t seem think she’d give him a face full of that, but Rachel had come too far to back down now with a pathetic whimper. Whipping them off, she snapped the sodden underwear right at his cockhead, but the bastard managed to catch them in mid-air. Her missile fell to the ground, leaving her defenseless and vulnerable with a very high-strung Cattleman staring her down.
The silence drew out long and tense as she sized him up, knowing he was ready to pounce. The second he flinched forward, Rachel hauled ass. She should have made it right off the table’s opposite edge but slammed into a hard, warm mountain of muscle that shifted to bind her tightly to Adam’s chest.
“And just where do you think you’re going?”
Chapter 18
Stretched out on her stomach with Killian’s fierce grasp dragging her ass backward, Rachel still tried for a light smile as she clung to Adam’s shoulders. “I was looking for you, wondering where you went.”
“Is that right?” He sounded way too indulgent, almost disbelieving.
“Where else would I be headed?” It was even harder to look nonchalant than to sound it, especially with Killian forcing her ass up. Gripping her hips, he lifted her waist up high enough that she had to crawl forward to support herself. She found herself on her knees and could only guess at the exciting possibilities of what came next.
One thing she knew for sure, it would only be better with Adam’s participation. With the possibility of victory restored, Rachel turned her attention on him and ignored the sound of all the chairs being pulled out behind her. With a grinding rub that teased her nipples against the scratchy fabric of Adam’s flannel shirt, she tried her own impression of Killian’s famous growl.
“You do know how much I enjoy having you in the mix.” The taunt didn’t come out right. Her mind was too preoccupied with the pleasure of rubbing her swollen breasts against the unforgiving hardness of his chest.
Not one to let something slip, Adam latched on to her poor choice of words…and the source behind them. Smug, slightly humored, he repeated, “In the mix?”
“Uh-huh.” Rachel fumbled again. This time, her weak response rolled into a moan as Adam’s thick, callused fingers tickled up her side to cup her breast. Forgetting completely about conversation, she gave over to the panting mews his thumb elicited when it swirled over her tit, only to reappear in a harder twirl that made her arch into his touch.
“Is there any other place you’d like to have me in?”
Rachel’s lust-fogged brain tripped over something in his tone that she couldn’t place in that moment. The spontaneous worry came and fled, chased away by the circular delight of his rotating thumb. Caught in the rhythm of his touch, lost in the pleasure, her whole body started to follow his motion. Swaying in soft, needful swirls, her hips lifted and her legs slipped farther apart as her cunt began to clench in the same yearning tempo.
“I’m thinking of a place right now.” Barely audible, the words came out in sharp, jagged spurts.
“It wouldn’t be here, would it?”
Killian’s dark growl barely penetrated the cloud of want captivating her before he emphasized his question with a sharp, hard thrust that filled her aching pussy. The deliciously thick, hard, plastic cock stretching its full length through her started to vibrate a bare second later, ringing out a beat much faster than her spasming muscles.
The clash spiked a bolt of pure, molten rapture through her as her breath raced to catch up. Turning her pants to wheezes, the delightfully wicked sensation had her eyes rounding as she clutched Adam’s shoulders, needing his strength to keep everything feeling so good. He held her firm, both to her body and her breast.
Never stopping the slow, tormenting caress, he gazed down at her with a look that made her shiver with desire. They’d only begun to play, and Rachel did so love being their toy. Adam proved why with his next calm question.
“Remember what is was like to be eaten out while being fucked?”
“Oh, my.” This would go down at the best birthday gift ever because she remembered that delight in detail. “Yes.”
Feeling Killian force her legs wide to fit his massive shoulders between them, Rachel offered no resistance. Instead, she welcomed the warm breeze of his breath against the swollen folds of her pussy, eager for the velvety feel of his tongue against her clit.
She’d have smothered him in her desperation, but Killian kept a firm grip on her hips. With his fingers digging into her soft sides, he held her barely out of reach of the heavenly mouth she could almost feel brushing against her heated flesh.
“You want me to suck these pretty little tits while Killian loves on you?”
“Uh-huh.”
Rachel would have agreed to anything right then. She wasn’t even sure what she did actually agree to. Whatever, it required more conversation and too much of the wrong kind of action, like losing Adam’s touch on her breast.
“Well, then, you’re going to have to hold yourself up.”
That smooth comment didn’t jar anything, but him shrugging her hands off did. Startled, Rachel caught herself before she fell over, or at least half of her. Killian kept her ass up, and she had to brace her palms against the table to
keep the rest of her in position. Her arms strained under the sudden weight, going wobbly for a moment.
The realization that the new position gave her a little leverage to fight Killian’s hold put some strength back into her muscles. Not that all the wiggling did any good. The only thing her efforts accomplished was to get Adam’s thumb lifting her chin up to meet his steely gaze.
“None of that, or we’ll put a stop to this right now.”
“No.” They couldn’t do that, but Rachel knew they were capable of it.
“Then behave.”
“I’ll be good,” Rachel promised, though she meant only for the moment.
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
“Okay, then.” Adam released her to pull out a chair and take a seat. He scooted up close to the table’s edge, right at eye level with her breasts. “Oh, and Rachel? There is no safety word tonight.”
Killian didn’t give her time to understand that warning before he wrenched her cunt right down into his open-mouthed kiss. Before the first high decibel of her shriek broke the air, Adam dove in to ravage the bountiful feast of her breasts. They worked together against her as Adam’s hand fisted over her neglected breast and offered it up to the spontaneous swoop of his mouth.
Sharp teeth nipped before his tongue pressed down to lap at her poor abused nipple in the same fast paced twirls Killian’s devilish tongue used to torment her throbbing clit. As if the splendor of being loved in perfect unison weren’t enough to shatter the last visages of her control, Killian redefined the word rapture for her and reached up to latch onto the vibrating cock still making her melt from the inside out.
With no sense of mercy, he drug the long length backward, making her muscles clench in sudden despair only to rejoice in a tidal wave of splendor as he began fucking her hard and fast with the thick toy. With hands and mouth, Adam and Killian drove her relentlessly to a climax of such epic proportions she strained with every muscle quivering to reach release.
It was right there…almost…Damnit to hell!
* * * *
Adam knew the second Rachel began to peak. She gave herself away. Each and every time, right before she came, Rachel bit her lower lip. The tell gave her away, and when those pearly whites sank into the plump curl of her pouty mouth, Adam did what he had to.
“Okay, that’s enough of that.”
Barely spacing a second between that declaration and action, Adam scooped Rachel right up and dumped her over his shoulder. Killian didn’t hold on but let her slide from his grasp, keeping the toy clutched in his fist.
Without a word, he rolled back off the table and onto his feet, ready to follow the couple as Adam carried Rachel off to the bedroom. Killian’s acquiescence didn’t strike Adam as odd, but Rachel’s did. She didn’t offer him any resistance…for about thirty seconds.
“You stub-cocked bastard!”
The words jarred him slightly, mostly because Rachel didn’t tend to get mean about things. “Watch yourself, darlin’. Best you remember your place before I decide to pack that ass with another dildo and then spank it.”
“Screw that,” Killian retorted right on Adam’s heels as he rounded the corner to Rachel’s room. “I say we pack that ass and give that pussy a good disciplining.”
Adam could get behind that. “Sounds good to me.”
“Well, it doesn’t to me,” Rachel snapped. “Now put me down!”
“Okay.”
Adam shrugged, letting Rachel topple right off his shoulder and down onto the waiting mattress. With no grace at all, she flopped around on the sheet, trying to right herself until she kneeled in front of him. Flushed with more than arousal, she appeared to not realize that her position showed off the pink folds of her pussy as they glistened in the light or that her beautiful breast swayed in tempting delight with each heaving breath she took.
If she had, she might have chosen her words with a little more caution.
“Red light?”
“What?” Killian responded in obvious confusion.
Killian might be thrown, but Adam knew what she meant. The implication had the anger stirring in him again. How could she possibly think he’d let her go now?
“Or is it yellow?” Rachel glared at Adam as if he were supposed to answer. He only had one response, and he didn’t think she’d like it. All he had to do was manage to get the words through his tightly clenched jaw.
“There isn’t any color.”
“There sure the hell is.”
That sharp retort cost Adam more than a little of his patience. Stepping up to grip her chin and hold her gaze steady, Adam made sure she understood every word he had to say by speaking very slowly. “There is only a safety word when it’s a game, when it’s just screwing around. When it’s a man having to tend to his woman’s misdeeds, then he has to do what he has to do.”
Rachel flinched back, finally appearing to realize her predicament. Casting a nervous glance at Killian, who had flanked the other side of the bed to ensure she couldn’t escape, she offered him a tentative smile that she turned back on Adam. “I guess you’re still upset about that boyfriend comment, huh?”
The very idea that she thought she could backpedal now made Adam chuckle. “Women and their labels. Huh, Killian?”
On cue, his partner matched Adam’s laugh. They had always had that perfect synchronicity to know where the other was headed and how to help get him there. “Yeah, they’re an odd sex because me, personally, I’d be worried about the rope.”
Rachel had bristled at their humor, defiantly switching her narrowed gaze between the both of them. At Killian’s reference to the rope, though, her eyes snapped over the bed until they landed on the corded silk strung across her headboard. Adam had even fashioned mini-nooses for her wrists. They could slide up or down and even be twisted to turn her over and put her into any position they liked with no chance of escape.
Adam knew the moment Rachel realized all those facts. It was hard to miss when her jaw actually went slack. She spun around, looking both outraged and very flushed. The rosy blush from her previous bout of passion had started to fade, but now it flamed back to life, spreading from her cheeks down to her neck to consume the luscious tits beginning to sway under her labored breath.
It was like waving a red flag at a bull because Adam couldn’t take his eyes off her breasts, and he certainly felt ready to pounce. The luring temptation of her puckered nipples reminded him of all the fun they had planned. He’d gotten tired of waiting.
“This isn’t fair,” Rachel pouted. Backing steadily up the bed and strangely toward the very ropes Adam thought she’d want to run from, she continued to try and argue with fate. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I guess that’s all a matter of what people call perception.” Killian paused before shooting Adam a curious look. “Or is it subjective?”
“They both work.” Adam shrugged, giving Killian his full attention and all but dismissing Rachel. They did it to toy with her, make her think that maybe things wouldn’t get too rough or that Adam wasn’t really half as pissed as he was. “Of course, you could have just said something like, ‘Your opinion really doesn’t matter because I’m the man and I decide when you need discipline.’”
“Well, yeah.” Killian nodded before shooting Adam a smirk. “But I think that would just piss the little honey off.”
“Got that right, butthead.” Rachel emphasized her snapped retort with a pillow to the face. Only instead of going just for the butthead, she popped Adam and then dove around him, clearly trying to make it to the bathroom before he could recover his sight.
It took the pillow less than a second to slide off and plop onto the bed. Adam only needed two more to swoop her off her feet before she made it even three whole steps. Rachel didn’t take to being trapped in his arms easily but put a full on show of squealing and wiggling as she fought for freedom.
Adam figured it was a waste that all her tempting curves caressed nothing but the
air as she threw her tantrum. Rectifying that gave her one second to think she could run, but by the next he had her plastered back against his length. This time, he got to enjoy the sweet delight of her grinding into him.
Spanning a hand up her back, he flattened her breasts against his chest, letting her work her own nipples into hard, puckered points. His other hand slipped down to palm her scrumptious ass. Perhaps he went too far, though, when he split her damn thighs wide over his leg and offered her a helpful suggestion.
“Go on and rub yourself against that, darlin’. We’ll both enjoy it.” Some part of him knew she’d go still, but another part surely hated him for his loose tongue.
“You’re a pig.”
Adam snorted at that and had to lean back to let her see his smirk. “I ain’t the one who gets to have a dozen orgasms a night. So if I’m the pig, then, honey, you’re the hog.”
That insult had her jaw going slack with only a squeak escaping. Speechless was not something Rachel was often, so he figured he should go ahead and press his advantage before she wasted the whole night resisting.
Despite their earlier banter, neither Killian nor Adam would take things further until she gave them some small sign of acceptance. While they liked to hold a woman captive, neither would ever force one.
“So are you ready to settle down and behave, because all this delay only adds time to the clock.” He let that last bit tease her because Adam knew Rachel expected more spanking or more punishment. As he expected, her curiosity couldn’t be held back for more than a few seconds.
“The clock? What clock?”
“There’s only one way to find out that answer.”
She didn’t trust him, and Adam doubted the sight of Killian offered her any more assurance as she switched her gaze over his shoulder. Back to him, her eyes returned to consider Adam with a wariness that didn’t mask the growing scent of feminine arousal perfuming the air. His little wench was having naughty thoughts, probably trying to imagine what they planned.
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