Lexi's Untamed Cowboys [Casanova Cowboys] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Rhea Regale

  “Oh my,” Lexi whispered, her breath fogging the glass. Travis tilted the man’s cock against his belly. The crown of his dick reached his belly button, a hard, thick delight Lexi instantly imaged filling her pussy. Her fingers twitched, clenching tightly to the wooden windowsill.

  Travis leaned back on his heels, releasing the man only to shed his T-shirt, unfasten his jeans, and yank his cock out. He fished through a drawer and withdrew a thin tube, squeezed a large dollop of cream onto his fingers, and began working it along his shaft. With one hand riding his own dick and the other now latched around the base of Brent’s, he leaned forward, flicked his tongue out, and drew it up the pulsing vein to the crown.

  A shudder slid through her. Damn, how erotic to watch Travis, a man whose incredible good looks and matching charm had easily won her yesterday, sucking off an equally deliciously looking man. Muscles worked with each movement, flexing and straining. Travis’s mouth swallowed the man’s dick, his cheeks hollowing and eyes closing with evident pleasure.

  Lexi’s nose pressed against the windowpane. Her breaths were short, shallow gasps. Weakness flooded down her legs, but a new fire spurred to life in her cunt. Her lower gut pulsed and throbbed, wanting the attention Travis so eagerly provided his lover.

  Brent thrust his hips forward, shoving more of himself inside Travis’s open mouth. Travis took him, sucked and licked and toyed with his cock, rhythmically stroking his own. Lexi shifted, squeezing her legs together, trying her damnedest to cool the flames causing the heat and moisture to pour from her cunt. She should leave and forget what she was enjoying. No woman in her right mind would take such pleasure from seeing two men engage in sexual acts.

  Would they?

  She couldn’t bring herself to turn away, return to the B&B, and wait for Travis to arrive with news on her car. It looked like her car was the last thing on their minds. She should help Miss Bess in the kitchen or offer to do some side work for allowing her a room free of charge. There were tons of things she could be doing, but nothing enticed her more than watching Travis suck his lover and pleasure himself. The glorious morning sunlight spotlighted every fine cord and sinew that created the magnificent bodies of each man.

  Travis lifted his mouth from Brent’s wide crown. He shifted, murmuring something too quiet for her to hear through the window. Brent turned around, now bracing himself on his elbows, his chest over the desk and his fine ass exposed to Travis’s hungry eyes. Travis shoved his jeans down to his knees and sat down in the leather office chair. He squeezed another generous dollop of lube onto his fingers. Lexi let out a pent-up breath the moment Travis began running his fingers between the man’s crack, spreading lube along the nether regions with taunting precision.

  A low groan resonated through the room, muffled by the windows, when Travis pressed his finger into Brent’s anus. Her eyes widened, her muscles so tightly wound she could barely breathe. In and out, Travis worked his finger knuckle-deep into Brent’s anus. Brent sat back on each thrust to meet his hand.

  “Ready for me?” Travis asked, his voice carrying through the room and the window to her ears.

  Oh, I’m ready.

  And hell, she was. Her panties were wet with her juices, her clit hammering in tempo with her racing pulse. She couldn’t remember lowering her hand to her breast, stroking her hard nipples. Clenching her thighs together, she watched Travis pull out a small, white packet, tear it open, and quickly slide the condom onto his rigid cock. His hidden thickness stressed the thin rubber material, every detail of his cock etched into the casing. He squeezed another heavy dollop of lube into his hand and worked it over his sheath.

  Then he grabbed Brent’s narrow hips, led his ass onto his dick, and Lexi nearly climaxed.

  * * * *

  Travis smirked, guiding Brent onto his throbbing cock. His lover’s tight anus stretched to accommodate him, the pressure around his cock hot and encompassing. He reached around Brent’s body and clasped his dick in both his hands.

  “She’s watchin’ us,” Travis whispered against Brent’s ear. He flicked out his tongue and traced the firm shell of his ear. Muscles squeezed around his cock, teasing him to come. “Oh, baby, she watched me suck your cock, and she’s watching me take your ass.”

  “Think we might scare our little kitten off?” Brent asked, the low, gravelly husk of his voice stroking his nerves like the lightest touch of fingernails. He rocked into Travis, creating the burning friction he desperately sought.

  “I guess we’ll have to see later on.” Travis dipped his head and nipped Brent’s shoulder. His long strands of dark hair tickled his neck. “Imagine her straddling you, Brent. We’ll take turns sinking our dicks into her hot pussy and her tight little ass.”

  “Aw, damn, Trav.”

  Travis tilted his hips, meeting the hard globes of Brent’s ass as he sank his entire cock inside the snug hole. Brent let out a low, guttural groan, clamping his hand around Travis’s and leading his strokes along his pulsing dick.

  “We can both ride that filly, make her feel one with us.”

  “Until that time, Trav, make me feel one with you,” Brent said, groaning.

  Travis lifted them off the chair. He pressed Brent over the desk top and thrust into his hole. He loved how Brent’s ass hugged his cock, milking his orgasm one stroke at a time. Heat unfurled through his length, licking up into his lower belly. He drew out and thrust again, his balls smacking Brent’s in a taunting dance. He growled his pleasure, pumping Brent’s cock in time with each rock of his body, matching pace for pace.

  “Faster, Trav.” Brent tried to move his hand to his desires, but Travis refused to budge. “Damn it, I’m fuckin’ burnin’ up. Oh yes, Trav. Fuck me again, just like that.”

  Travis pulled out, leaving the tip of his cock lodged in the embracing muscles of Brent’s anus. Then he pistoned forward, hips smacking ass, balls colliding, hand speeding down to the hilt of Brent’s cock, a quivering delight drizzling over him.

  Brent gasped, “Again.”

  Travis dipped his head and ran his tongue up Brent’s spine. Brent arched, bringing his broad shoulders up for Travis’s mouth. He nibbled his way along the hard-packed muscle to Brent’s neck and licked his way up Brent’s jugular to his ear. Every nerve in his body crackled with unspent hunger, a new swirling fantasy, and the keen awareness that eyes remained glued to them.

  “Am I hittin’ the spot, baby?” he whispered, rocking his hips, shifting his cock against Brent’s sensitive gland. Brent tensed, his muscles bunched and hard. Breaths flew on short gasps. Travis nuzzled his cheek against Brent’s, the roughness from his day-old whiskers scraping his flesh. Travis trembled, coils of tension settling heavy in his sac. “I know you like it when I take you fast. You need to learn some patience, especially if we’re gonna try and win our filly.”

  “I know, I know,” Brent said. His voice was quiet and strained, a crease marring his brow.

  Travis licked the corner of his mouth and earned a small, desperate sound. “She’s a small thing. Gonna have to take it nice and slow with her.”

  “Aw, hell yeah.”

  “Nice.” Travis pulled his cock out to his crown, shifting his hand along Brent’s cock to his moist head. “And.” Taunting, he began to push into Brent again. He slid his hand down his shaft, mimicking his torturous pace. Brent moaned, fisting the corner of the blotter on the desk. The molten heat flared to life inside Travis’s belly. “Slow.”

  Travis sat himself to the hilt, throbbing against the tight walls hugging his cock. The rolling waves of pleasure began to lick along his shaft. Brent’s dick swelled, his husky grunts melting into a howl. Pulse after pulse pumped against his hand as Brent’s orgasm claimed him, leaving his body in shudders.

  Travis rocked into him, the pressure swelling as he drove Brent through his climax, seed spurting through his fingers and coating his palm.

  He thrust deep. The fragile pins holding the coils of tension in his lower belly snapped. His world shattered,
raw, hot pleasure exploding from his cock and sending a plume of molten sparks shooting to his head and bolting to his feet. His seed poured into the head of the condom, one powerful jet after another. His body trembled, muscles melting beneath the intense heat of his orgasm.

  He leaned over Brent’s sweaty back, dropping his head between his shoulder blades. The last of his orgasm released with a shudder, leaving him panting for air. He slipped his arms beneath Brent’s shoulders in an embrace, residual tremors skating along his muscles.

  “Think she’s still here?” Brent asked, his voice carrying an unsteady tremor.

  “I believe she’s about gone had herself some entertainment for one morning,” Travis said, turning his face to kiss the valley between Brent’s shoulder blades. He tipped his head slightly toward the window he had seen Lexi spying at. A shadow fled from his sight, proof enough she saw them through to the end. “Baby, I think she might’ve enjoyed it.”

  Chapter Seven

  Brent heard the soft footsteps come alongside the car he was tucked under at the moment. Twisting his head, he caught sight of narrow ankles leading up to the slender slopes of feminine calves. The smallest of grins tugged at his mouth as he finished tightening a bolt and slid out from under the car.

  Lexi rested a hip against the side of the car, her blue-gray eyes watching him as he wiped grease from his hands and forearms. He climbed to his feet and offered her a smile, taking note of her particularly inquisitive appraisal.

  “What a pleasant surprise, ma’am. Last place I’d expect you is in a bay.” He took his time drinking her in, a breath of fresh air among the hot Kansas summer afternoon. The knee-length white skirt curled around her slender legs in the breeze. The fitted tank top showed off the perfect curve along her waist and full swells of her breasts. Her cheeks wore a beautiful shade of rose that complimented her creamy skin, her lips glossy and begging to be nibbled.

  “But you look pretty damn nice against a car, doll.”

  “Not nearly as nice as you climbing out from beneath one.” Curiosity smoldered in her eyes, but nothing that insinuated disgust. He knew what disgust looked like in the eyes of a woman. “I came by to see how things were coming with my car. I didn’t want to bother you earlier, hoping to give you enough time to take a look at it.”

  Her eyes flashed at the mention of bothering him. He smirked, arching a brow at her. “I was planning to meet up with you and Travis in town.” He patted the car beside them. “Had to finish ’er up.”

  “Did you have a chance to look at mine today?” Lexi asked. He didn’t miss the weight of her voice beneath suspicion. A tone he knew all too well. But Lexi wasn’t fucking his brother and planning his demise while playing face with him. Nah, she simply watched Travis fuck him over his desk.

  Those rosy cheeks of hers darkened.

  “Course. Some of the hoses are rotted out, causing the coolant leak. Your car is older, and the rubber dry-rots over time. I’m going to replace all the hoses that are showing any signs of deterioration. I ordered the parts this morning. They can’t guarantee getting them here earlier than Friday.”

  “Oh.”

  “I hope you don’t mind. I tried puttin’ a rush on them. You seem itchin’ to leave.”

  Lexi frowned, a cute stitch forming between her brows. “No. Not necessarily.”

  “Wanna talk about what you’re running from?” Brent gambled. He hated people prying into his private life, and knew he overstepped the boundary asking her such a question.

  Her shoulders stiffened. “Who said I’m running?”

  “Pieces of your puzzle aren’t fittin’. I know what happens when a person runs. From experience.”

  A tenuous silence fell between them. He would give her a little bit of his past in hopes she opened up. Damn, he hoped she did, because the gal was really growing on him.

  “What are you running from?”

  Brent smiled. “I’m not runnin’ now. Had my situation dealt with years ago.” He watched her for a moment, taking in the uncertain gleam in her eyes and the shadow across her face. Dropping the soiled rag on the side of the car, he motioned toward the office. “Come on, doll. Let’s go inside where it’s a bit cooler.”

  Brent held the door open for Lexi and closed it behind them. She paused in front of his desk, her attention focused on the leather chair behind it. He couldn’t resist a smile, pretty certain she replayed the happenings of a couple hours ago in her head.

  “Why don’t you have a seat?” Brent pulled up a chair. She jerked around, seeming startled out of thought. His gaze dropped from her eyes to her lips as she licked them. Damn, how he wanted to lick those plump lips for her. He might just have to.

  “Thanks.”

  “Can I get you something to drink? I’ve got water, soda, and beer.” When she turned to him with a quirked brow, he shrugged. “My shop. I carry beer.”

  “Water will be great.”

  Brent slipped into a side room and grabbed two bottles of water from the small fridge. When he returned, Lexi had taken a seat in his leather chair, leaving the smaller customer chair empty. Her gaze lifted from the floor, her flushed cheeks quite endearing.

  He handed her a bottle and leaned against the edge of the desk in front of her.

  Cracking open his bottle, he said, “Travis hasn’t taken you to town yet?”

  “I’m assuming his girlfriend called him.” Brent arched a brow then took a deep swig of water. “Grace Ann?”

  He choked, droplets of water dribbling down his chin. He coughed, clearing his throat, swiped the lost drops of water, and laughed. Lexi leaned back in his chair, taking her own dainty drink.

  “What’s so funny?” she asked.

  “Grace Ann’s his prized mare.” Brent reached forward and lifted her chin with a gentle swipe of his fingertips. She was the color of rose at midnight. “I won’t tell him you thought his girlfriend was a horse.”

  “Appreciated.” Her gaze lingered on his mouth then lowered down his body to his jeans. She certainly noticed how hard his cock was and glanced toward the window, where sunlight slanted into his office. Little could hide the bulge in his jeans. He crossed his ankles. “What happened?”

  “Foaling two weeks early. He usually doesn’t leave a mare until she’s delivered and the foal is on four hooves.” Brent rested his bottle on the desk and leaned back on his hands. “He has a medical team that comes out to see them through.”

  “Ahh.” Lexi nodded, taking another sip of water. Brent couldn’t help stare at the way her lips encircled the rim of the bottle. He stole a glance a little lower, noticing the hardened peaks of her nipples against the thin fabric of her tank. “He doesn’t take a break?”

  He couldn’t resist the dark smile that touched his mouth. “Sometimes.”

  “Did the mare have the baby?”

  “Yes.”

  Lexi let out a soft “hmm” and gazed around the office. Her attention continued to fall back to the window she spied him and Travis through. Her fingers rapped against the side of the plastic bottle.

  “May I ask you a question, Lexi?” Brent asked. Her shoulders stiffened slightly, her gaze drawing back to him. She nodded once. “Where are you headin’ once I fix your car?”

  “I–I haven’t thought about it.”

  “Family?”

  Her gaze dropped, and she sighed.

  “There’s a time you’re gonna have to open up to someone. You can’t spend your life runnin’ from things. They have a way of catchin’ up with you.” He reached forward and traced the ridge of her bottom lip with his thumb. “You have a boyfriend somewhere?”

  A spark of fear lit her eyes. “No.”

  “He’s after you, isn’t he?” He couldn’t swallow back the edge to his voice. Things were coming clear. Brent spread his fingers over her cheek. The delicate bone structure and soft skin beneath his palm knocked into his heart. He wanted this woman. He wanted her to accept him, accept what he and Travis shared, and accept becoming part of
them. “Hey, nothing’s gonna happen to you, ’kay? Travis and I’ll make sure you’re safe.”

  “I don’t want to bring anyone into my mess. I won’t go to my sister’s because I’m afraid for her. I can’t touch my accounts because I’ll be traced. I’m trying to disappear until I can figure things out.”

  “Shame, ma’am, that you would want to disappear.” Brent narrowed his eyes on her. A powerful desire to protect this very woman curled around him. He leaned over her, bracing one hand on the arm of the chair. “Especially when you have a couple men willing to protect you.”

  “You barely know me.” She nuzzled her cheek against his hand.

  “Sometimes people just know.” He dipped his head, catching her eyes. “I know you’re runnin’ from a guy who might be trying to kill you. I know you’re scared, even if you don’t show it. I know you’re feeling a little something for me right now.” He tilted his head, bringing his cheek against hers and his lips to her ear. On a heady whisper, he added, “I know what you saw earlier.”

  Chapter Eight

  Lust drove her during the moments leading up to this. Lexi followed Brent into the ranch-style house, allowing him to lead her to the living room. He excused himself to shower after bringing her a tall glass of sweet tea and a basket of scones Miss Bess had made last night.

  She couldn’t sit, as much as she wanted to. Her body itched with a luscious desire that caused her legs to tingle and her stomach to stir. Why the surge of emotion, she didn’t know, especially after Brent blatantly confirmed the actions she had watched between the two men. She had been at a loss for words, her body on fire with sexual hunger and her mind racing at the thought of being caught.