“Ah, baby, you feel so good,” Adam groaned. “All tight and warm and wet and mine.”
Each word flowed out on an expiration of a deep breath, punctuated by the flex of his hips in time. Panting, Rachel clung to him as Adam began riding her with a smooth easiness that quickly drove her insane.
“Do you know how much I need this?” Adam whispered, brushing kisses up her neck. His warm breath tickled over her ear before seducing her with his husky murmur. “How much I need you?”
His word curled around her heart, stroking over her soul with a tenderness that brought tears to her eyes. They might be bedroom lies, but she savored them. This was as close as she’d ever come to her fantasy, this moment. As much as she wanted to cling to it, it started to slip away, driven out by the pressure growing out of her womb.
Rachel needed Adam’s force, his aggression to release her, but he held steady. Keeping her hips from tempting his into a quicker pace, his hands held her pinned to the mattress as he continued to seduce her with his velvety growls.
“You need me, too. Don’t you, darlin’?”
This is what it was like every time now. He needed. She needed. It was never enough. Rachel couldn’t give Adam what he wanted. She couldn’t satisfy him anymore, so she didn’t even try.
Instead, she threw all her effort into unwinding him. Clawing at his back, she used all her strength to break his hold and flexed her hips out of rhythm with his. Attempting to jumpstart him to a faster pace, she begged him in all the ways Rachel knew Adam liked. It got her nowhere, and quickly the frustration burned through her euphoria.
“Tell me you need me?”
Not paying his words any attention and not having any compassion for whatever desperation drove him, Rachel planted her hands on his shoulders and shoved. Adam let her roll him over till their positions were reversed. In the past week, they’d screwed in about every position Rachel’s body could bend into, but not this one. Her men didn’t care for the woman on top thing at all.
Tonight, though, all Adam did was scowl. “Tell me you need me.”
“Enough to take what I want.” Rachel gave him an answer that she hoped would keep him still. Being on bottom did not make Adam vulnerable. She knew whenever he wanted, he could take full control of the situation.
“Then take it.”
Adam’s simple statement held a wealth of satisfaction, leaving her to wonder if she hadn’t found his magic trigger. Maybe what Adam had searched for was the one thing no woman had ever dared to give him—domination instead of submission.
Not about to let this precious moment go to waste, Rachel played into it with all the fantasies she’d ever entertained about being the one in control. With slow, hopefully seductive, motions, she undid her shirt, letting the blouse dangle on her shoulders before shrugging it off.
She should have known Adam wouldn’t let her finish. He did not take to being teased but instead preferred to be the one in charge. Taking control of the moment, his hands came up to span over her stomach and creep toward where her fingers pressed on her bra’s hook.
It popped open, and his warm palms were there to push the cups out of the way. Rachel didn’t have enough time to slip free of the bra before Adam pulled her down.
“Come here.”
Growling out his demand, he showed her where “here” was when he stretched up to capture her nipple with his lips. He sucked her back down to the mattress with him, making her moan and arch as he held her tender tip captive for the teasing torment of his tongue. As the pleasure trickled out of her breasts, it sparked a response deep down in her pussy, making her muscles contract all along his hardness.
The glorious pressure commanded friction, triggering her pussy to contract, but it wasn’t enough. Slowly, her muscles began to obey the rhythm being set by the need burning in her womb. Up and down his cock, she swayed faster and faster until her ass bounced against the legs Adam bent to give her some support from behind.
So close to being consumed by her climax, Rachel strained forward, trying to ignore the pain burning in her thighs as they tried to race her into bliss’s sweet embrace. It didn’t work. The searing burn contrasted with the pleasure, keeping her from true fulfillment. Screaming with her frustration, Rachel twined her arms around Adam’s head, pressing his face deeper into her breasts as she tried to roll him a second time.
This time, though, Adam wouldn’t budge. With a twist of his head, he broke her hold, growling up at her to let Rachel know he didn’t like being controlled. Her audacity unleashed the aggression she’d been hoping for minutes ago. Unfortunately, they were in the wrong position, and she was about to get stuck doing all the work.
Rachel didn’t think she had the stamina left, but Adam didn’t seem to care. Clamping his hands around her waist, he started forcing her up to speed. Banging her down on each forceful thrust of his hips upward, Killian proved he had more strength in his arms than she did in her whole body as he took command.
Free of any responsibility of having to put forth any effort, Rachel leaned back against his legs and gave herself over to Adam’s fucking. Harder, deeper, he forced her up and down his length faster than she could ever have ridden him. It didn’t take but moments before her cunt began to vibrate with the sparkly tingles of rapture.
The pleasure bloomed out from her pussy, filling her until she felt almost dizzy with the sensation. Bubbly and playful, Rachel moaned as the tide consumed her and drowned her in a sea of ecstasy. The world faded away as her whole body rejoiced with the pleasure. It left her weak and limp and very, very happy as it slowly receded.
Smiling wide, Rachel slowly opened her eyes only to find Killian’s scowl glaring down at her. At some point, his thighs had replaced Adam’s. Legs pressed into the mattress with knees in her lower back, Adam had forced Killian’s legs wide to get that close. The position certainly explained why the cock inside her felt so filling. It might also explain why Killian growled down at her. He was the only one who had really gotten screwed.
“Dinner is cold, and we’re going to be late for our shift.”
Contentment clouded Rachel’s mind, leading her to make a very bad mistake in that moment. Yawning out her words, it didn’t even register that she shouldn’t be speaking her thought aloud until Adam went tense as a coiled snake beneath her.
“Yeah, I got to get a move on it or I’ll be late, too.”
“Late?” Killian grunted, sounding every bit as annoyed as he looked. “To where?”
Despite his recent release, Adam didn’t sound any happier either. “You didn’t tell us you were going anywhere.”
No, Rachel hadn’t, and for a very good reason. While the sex might have become “Dear Playgirl” stories for the past week, Killian’s and Adam’s behavior outside the bedroom had become outright oppressive. The adjectives she’d been using lately to describe them were “bossy,” “demanding,” “controlling.” She’d even had to use the word “interrogation” when complaining to Heather. In response, Rachel had become secretive and taken to planning around them.
“Rachel?” Killian’s tone held no sign of patience, nor did the arm he used to loop around her waist and jerk her right off Adam. Setting her on legs that wobbled, he forced her to look him straight in the eye. “Where are you going?”
Not appreciating his tactics, Rachel jerked free of the thumb holding her chin up. “I’m just meeting up with Hailey and Heather.”
“And how come we didn’t know about this?” Killian dogged her into the bathroom, where Rachel finally felt compelled to put on a robe. Arguing with them naked gave them too many opportunities to balance the scales in their favor.
“Why would you?” She retorted behind her armor of terry cloth. “It’s not like it’s a big deal, either, so don’t scowl at me like that.”
Killian didn’t take the hint and only glared harder at her. “And just where is this get together happening? The Bread Box is closed.”
Rachel didn’t want to answer that and ho
ped that if she didn’t, he might get pissed enough to start harping on something else. Choosing the unwise path of ignoring him, she pretended to be absorbed with assuring the shower water wasn’t too hot.
“He asked you a question, darlin’, and I’m thinking you better answer it, as in now.”
Great, Adam had joined them. There wouldn’t be any escaping the anger in his tone. Killian could be distracted, but Adam was like a damn pit bull with a bone when he got stubborn. Taking a deep breath and turning to face the two macho men trying to cow her into obedience, Rachel offered them a smile.
“Oh, we’re meeting up at Riley’s.”
“At Riley’s?” That had Adam straightening off the doorframe. He didn’t get to give her the rest of the tirade she could see building in his tensing muscles. True to his nature, Killian exploded before anybody else could.
“No. No way. A bar is not safe for a single woman. I forbid it.”
Chapter 25
“He forbid you?” Heather almost laughed the question out. “Exactly how hard did you hit him for that?”
Rachel smirked at Heather’s sarcastic question. “I didn’t have to. They had to go to work. With the sheriff riding them lately, the last thing they could be is late.”
She made light of the situation, but there had been a glower in Killian’s eyes that clearly stated the argument would be picked up once he got home. By then, though, it would be too late to stop her, so Rachel was expecting a full gale when he got off his shift. Hell, she’d half been expecting them to actually show up at the bar and park themselves outside to keep an eye on her.
“How the hell do you put up with those men?”
Now it was Rachel’s turn to laugh. “I guess you just have to love them.”
Her quick response had Heather studying her over the lip of her cup. It was early yet, but Riley’s had filled out as much as it would. Given the size of Pittsview, Riley’s could be considered packed even though it was mostly empty. Several men gathered around the pool tables and the dart board tucked into the back.
“That’s coming easier to you these days,” Heather finally commented, drawing Rachel’s attention back to her friend.
Despite the delay in the conversation, Rachel didn’t bother to misunderstand the observation. “I guess I’ve just given up fighting it. No point, really.”
“Except to them, right?”
Rachel snorted at the stupidity of Heather’s question. “Oh, yeah. Every night.”
“Am I supposed to take it from that cheery attitude you’re still intending to crash your relationship headfirst into a dead end?”
“Hey, guys, sorry I’m—” Hailey’s greeting cut off abruptly, as did her cheery tone. “What the hell is he doing here?”
“Who?” Rachel looked around, for some strange reason expecting to see Killian or Adam. She couldn’t find anybody out of place. Apparently, she wasn’t supposed to.
“Nobody.” Hailey plunked down into her seat with enough agitation to make Heather’s brow’s go up. Hailey didn’t take notice of the look either Rachel or Heather gave her. Instead, her focus remained tense, almost angrily staring at the pool tables in the back.
“As if it isn’t horrible enough to be stuck every damn day, day after day, in a garage with that man, he has to follow me here.”
Hailey must have been talking about her “nobody,” but Rachel still didn’t follow. “You all right, Hailey?”
“Do I look all right?” Hailey retorted, finally glancing in Rachel’s direction. “No. How can I when I’m being driven steadily insane by a slimy, slithering slug that’s trying to weasel his way into damn near every moment of my life.”
Hard, raw emotion poured out with that complaint. Rachel wanted to empathize, but Hailey did sound a little nuts right then. “And, um, just who is the slug?”
“Kyle,” Hailey’s gaze bore into Rachel’s, “Harding. He’s such a little prick. I just wish he had one. I mean, my God, that thing is always hard. It’s not like—”
“Uh, Hailey?” Heather tried unsuccessfully to bring the other woman back to their reality.
“—I want to notice, but how can you not with him strutting all around half naked.” With the quickness of a mad woman, Hailey’s fingers clamped around her arm, and Rachel suddenly found herself strapped to the table.
“Look at him,” Hailey whispered as if they talked about the devil instead of a man. “All day, Rachel. No shirt, all sweaty muscles covered in grease, and the bastard still smells good. I just want to strap him to my bed and—”
“Hailey!”
Rachel’s panicked interruption snapped Hailey out of whatever had possessed her. Blinking, scowling, she released Rachel to shove her chair back with a mutter. “I need a drink.”
“Sounds like you need a few,” Heather called out as Hailey took off for the bar. The only response she got was a one finger salute.
“Well, I guess you’re not the only one having man trouble.” Heather laughed. “I’m so glad I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“Killian and Adam are not my boyfriends.”
“Rachel, honey, when two men share your bed every night, spend every free moment of their waking hours with you, and move their shit into your house, they’re your boyfriends.”
No, none of that made them anything to her. The fact that she loved them did, but they didn’t love her back. Without that, there was no relationship. Only borrowed time, and Rachel would do anything to make her time with them last.
She didn’t want to think about that tonight. “You know, it’s really easy to be all-knowing when the only man telling you goodnight is Jay Leno.”
“Like I stay up that late.” Heather snorted. “And it is, because I’m not sunk so ass deep into the relationship quagmire that I can’t help. I’m the reasonable person, unclouded by lust, here to offer my wise counsel.”
“Yeah.” Rachel snickered. “Isn’t it mating season for you?”
That earned her a glower and a prim response. “Taylor’s going to visit his grandparents in a few weeks, if that’s what you’re asking.”
Every year when Heather’s son went on his ritual summer trip, Heather got laid. She had a running tradition with her “good friend,” GD. Rachel kept waiting for the day Heather woke up and realized that the two of them had something more going on.
Maybe it was time to help that revelation along. “Taylor’s out of the house and GD’s…”
“Busy,” Heather filled in with no emotion in her tone. “Apparently, he’s being overworked at the club.”
Rachel cringed. Heather could pretend she didn’t care, but it had to cut. “So you’re staying in this year?”
“I don’t know about that.” Heather’s tone lightened with her smile. “I have one week a year, and there is no reason to waste it just because GD’s not available.”
“Good for you.” She must have responded with too much forced cheer because her positive statement only earned a dirty look from Heather.
“Thanks, but I really don’t need the positive reinforcement. GD and I are nothing more than good friends. He’s allowed to be busy with somebody else.”
Heather could say what she wanted. Rachel knew that look in her eyes, knew, too, where it came from. They were a fine pair, loving men who would never love them back. Fortunately, they had Hailey to show them how wallowing in misery should be done.
Returning with her drink, she plunked down in her chair and without a word took up a concentrated study of Kyle Harding as he bent over the pool table. Not a bad sight, but not nearly as mesmerizing as Hailey seemed to think it was.
“Are you going to stare at that man all night long?” That drew Hailey’s glower from Kyle back to Rachel. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Leave her alone.” Heather waved her cup at Rachel. “Kyle’s good to look at.”
“But he’s not looking back,” Rachel retorted. “And there is a point when a look goes from interested to pathetic. Now wipe the drool off yo
ur chin, Hailey, and focus. I have a real problem here.”
“I’m paying attention,” Hailey groused, but sure enough it took less than a second for her eyes to go wandering back to the pool table.
Rachel rolled her eyes, catching Heather’s smirk in the process. “At least I’m not that bad.”
“Yeah, right.” Heather glanced over Rachel’s shoulder to take a peek at the Cattlemen clustered in the back. “At least Kyle’s nice to look at. Better than your two deputies.”
“What?” Rachel couldn’t hold back her shocked indignation at that tidbit. “Are you drinking some whiskey with that Coke because Kyle’s all scraggly. Adam and Killian are built like mountains, all hard and rippling with muscles.”
Heather lifted up her napkin for Rachel to take. “You’ve got some drool there, Rachel. Might want to clean that up.”
“Ha. Ha. You’re a bucket of laughs.” Rachel snatched the wispy bit of paper out of Heather’s hands, balled it up, and tossed it back at her friend. Not that Hailey was any better. She should have been jumping into the conversation, but her gaze had gone all waxy.
“Hello?” Waving a hand in front of Hailey, Rachel tried to snap her out of her trance. “Earth to Hailey.”
“I’m sorry.” Hailey blinked, glancing quickly between Heather’s smirk and Rachel’s scowl before offering up a tentative smile. “You were saying?”
“Oh, no.” Rachel shook her head, not about to let Hailey off that easily. “You’re not getting off that easy. Say it again, and try a little sincerity.”
Sucking up a breath to bring her straight up in her seat, Hailey met Rachel’s gaze. “I’m sorry, Rachel.”
Rachel sniffed back a snort at that act. “No, you’re not. But I forgive you nonetheless. I know that puppy-eyed disease anywhere.”
“Don’t start with me,” Hailey growled, antagonizing Rachel into doing just that.
“You’ve got it bad.”
“I do not.”
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