by Rhea Regale
She raced up the stairs. Travis fumbled to his unsteady legs. Brent beat him to the landing, hot on her heels, and once he reached the landing, Brent snagged their wild filly, spun her into the bedroom, and pinned her to the wall.
* * * *
Fire—hot, molten flames—licked along every inch of Brent’s body. The short-lived experience of her mouth on his dick, those teeth of hers gently scraping up and down, the quiet hums leaving shockwaves of vibrations coursing through him, left him on the verge of madness.
He wanted Alexis. He wanted all of her, and right now he would find how much more he needed.
Holding her hands against the wall over her head, those supple breasts raised, those pink nipples calling to him, he hooked her leg around his waist and pressed the head of his furiously pulsing cock to her entrance. Her eyes widened. Her breaths raced.
“All of you,” he said in a hoarse whisper. He dipped his head and licked the side of her neck, tracing the thunderous tapping of her pulse along her jugular. She crooned, her head falling to the side, exposing the slender column of her throat. He ravished her, his kisses harsh, demanding, restraining himself from sinking his burning cock into her tight pussy.
“Brent, fill me. I need to feel you.” Lexi rolled her head off the wall, forcing his face away from her throat. Her tender skin was pink from his nips and sucks. Her hips lowered, pulling his tip into her mind-whirling embrace. She squeezed those snug muscles around him, drawing a hiss from his clenched teeth. “Take me. Fuck me.”
Those words hit him, an explosive ball of fuel in the epicenter of his already out-of-control fire.
Travis slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her from Brent’s hold.
“Lie on the bed, Brent, that hard ass of yours on the edge,” Travis instructed him. Brent listened, settling onto the bed, heels on the mattress frame. He fisted his cock, trying to tamp down the deafening, lashing pain that screamed to be soothed. “Lexi, ride your cowboy backward.”
“Facing you?” she asked. Brent lifted his head. Travis nodded. He watched, his chest tight, his stomach turning over and over, the coiling anxiety forming the first tremors to skate through his legs. The head of his cock glistened, moisture pushing through his small slit. The ridges down his shaft strained, his length bulging.
Lexi climbed onto the bed, flashing him the most sultry, seductive grin a woman had ever cast on him. Her long waves fell over her shoulders but failed to hide the gentle sway of her breasts as she straddled his hips. He grabbed the perfect globes of her ass and kneaded the fleshy mounds, peeking at the tight rosette of her anus glistening from her pussy juice as he spread her cheeks.
Travis fisted the base of his cock. He must’ve done something to Lexi because a shiver racked her, the softest of moan brushing from her lips. From this delectable view of her backside, he couldn’t see much of Travis’s mischievous moves.
Until Travis guided Brent’s cock to Lexi’s sopping entrance and gave her hips a sharp tug down.
“Oh, yeah!” Brent gasped, thrusting up into the hot, wet sheath that was Lexi. He dug his fingers into her ass, seating himself so damn deep inside. Sliding his hands to her hips, he helped her move, lifting her to the head of his cock and seating her to his hilt, thrusting up and meeting her with a forceful clap. “Lexi, that pussy of yours feels incredible.”
He sat up, reached around her, and grabbed her breasts. Her hair spilled down between them, her arms reaching back and her hands grabbing his sides.
“Oh god,” she panted. He nuzzled his face in her cool waves before turning his mouth to the tender area below her ear. Her skin lit up with goose bumps. The slick muscles of her cunt tightened around him. “Like this, your cock is touching so many places inside me.”
“We’ll touch more, Lexi. So much more,” he promised through his kisses. His balls ached, the pressure of her body hugging his penis causing his thoughts to waver.
“Oh, yeah, baby. So much more,” Travis’s husky tone teased. Brent couldn’t see what he was doing.
Then, Travis’s pressed his strong palms against his thighs, spreading his legs, and the man’s feverish mouth clamped over his sac.
“Travis!” he barked, pumping his hips into Lexi. The bed creaked beneath his rough movement. Travis’s sinful tongue rolled his balls around his mouth, the gentle sucking of his sensitive flesh spinning him out of control. He worked from one side of his sac to the other, blinding him with pleasure. Lexi rode his cock, her short pants and whimpers calling to him, calling for him to unleash everything.
“Love me, Lexi,” he demanded on a low, raspy growl, running his hand up to her chin. “I heard you early. Say it. Love me. Love us.”
“I do. I love you,” she said with an extra punch of sensuality. “Both of you.”
Travis’s mouth slid off his sac. His tongue flicked out along the base of his cock, licking Lexi’s dew from him.
When Lexi came down on him, she let out a low cry.
“Yes, Travis. More of that,” Lexi begged.
Brent grabbed her earlobe between his teeth. “What is he doing to you?”
“Sucking my clit, and it feels so damn awesome.”
“I’m sucking both of you while you fuck our man,” Travis said, lifting Lexi’s hips from Brent’s. “Fuck him, baby. Don’t hog my mouth. It’s for him, too.”
Brent was lost, kissing and licking Lexi’s neck, shoulder, and arm. He played with her pearled nipples, riding the mounting heat with each caress of Travis’s tongue, each plunge into Lexi’s body until that liquid fire boiled to the surface.
“Hell, stop,” Brent barked. He dropped his hands to Lexi’s waist and forced her to still. His cock pulsed with such strength, he heard it reverberate in his head. He was cresting, fast, and didn’t want to. Not yet.
Oh god, not yet.
“Stop,” he said on a short breath. Lexi held his wrists and looked back at him. He shook his head, forcing the threatening release to settle back down.
“Brent?” Lexi asked, her voice so soothing and so loving, it deepened the stitch of emotion that had woven its way through his heart over the course of mere days. He looked up at her, his body shaking, his breaths shallow and ragged. Gazing into her eyes, he saw everything he ever hoped for from a woman—love.
Travis stood up, his tongue running over his bottom lip. His brow was pinched with worry, his expression softening.
In this moment, Brent realized that never could he imagine himself without Travis or Lexi.
Travis knelt on one knee beside him and brushed his fingers over his cheek. “Baby, you okay?”
“Fine.” He kissed Travis then Lexi. “You two have me in a dangerous position. Trav, I think you need to take my place because I’m about to split apart.”
* * * *
Lexi’s body hummed with the onset of an incredible orgasm. The burn licked at her pussy with a lashing tongue. Travis did not leave her to suffer the emptiness of having left Brent’s lap, sliding deep inside her as he rolled her onto her back.
“Mmm.” She met each of his long, easy strokes. “I love the feel of you filling my body. How your muscles bunch and flex.”
She ran her fingers over the hard planes of his chest, along the valley between his pecs, and across the packs of muscles that made up his abs. Firm skin met her fingers each inch of the way.
Travis hitched her leg around his arm, opening her to accept more of him. “Alexis, nothing can compare to the soft, supple flesh of the woman lying beneath me.”
Lexi reached up and caressed his face, tucking his sandy hair behind his ears only to have it fall over his face again. His dark eyes captured her heart and melted any doubt she may have held. Her fingers trailed down his broad shoulders, and she came to pause at the inked snake coiled around his hard biceps. She leaned up and traced the design with her tongue, drinking in the flavor of his sweat-tinged skin. Lifting her heavy eyes to Brent, she watched him sheathe his penis and lube the length of him.
She turne
d her face into Travis’s neck, tracing his throat with the airy breath from her lips and leaving wisps of kisses along his jaw. Her clit thrummed, the coils that had loosened slightly during her switch from Brent to Travis tensing.
“I love how you possess me with your kiss,” she murmured at the corner of his mouth. “Let me be yours.”
“Baby,” he said with a sexual husk that ran over her like feathers, eliciting a tremor through every nerve. “You don’t have to ask.”
He gave her what she wanted, consuming her mouth in a kiss so powerfully charged it sparked an inferno that tore her apart. She bucked against his controlled rhythm, working the friction against her clit until the splattering white and gray crept across the backs of her eyelids.
Lexi bowed, throwing her head back into the mattress. “Yes, Travis. More. Harder.”
“Course, baby.” Travis swirled his tongue over her chest. “You heard her, Brent. Harder.”
Lexi peeled back her eyelids and gazed over Travis’s shoulder. Brent knelt behind him, pistoning his cock into Travis’s anus. Each thrust drove Travis into her. He groaned against her shoulder, his teeth scraping her tender flesh.
The sight before her, though, caught her breath. Brent claiming Travis as he claimed her. Brent’s blue eyes pierced her with their passion, watching her as she crested against each hard thrust into her pussy.
She screamed as the world around her shattered into tiny bits. Gripping the comforter at her head, she writhed beneath Travis and Brent. Stroke after stroke along her clit sent her tumbling in the whirlwind of raw pleasure. Her body shook, the ferocious shockwaves of orgasm spearing through her, blinding her, numbing her to everything but pure, untainted bliss.
“Holy hell, Lexi,” Travis ground out, the sharp slap of his breaths cooling over her sweaty skin. Lexi pulled herself into him, milking every delightful drop of friction from him.
Then she felt the powerful waves roll through him, his cock throbbing against her contracting muscles as he roared out his release. The cry of splitting pleasure was echoed, and when Lexi managed to open her eyes, she saw Brent fold over Travis, both of her men breathing heavily.
Travis shifted, taking his weight off her. Brent stumbled from the bed and came around the other side. Both men helped shift her, resting her head on the pillows as they climbed in on either side of her. Her body sang in the euphoric aftereffects of lovemaking. She snuggled down between them, resting her head on Travis’s arm and holding Brent’s arms around her waist. They were fighting for a steady breath, tremors rippling through their muscles. Heat poured over her legs, followed by a satiated weakness.
Travis combed stray strands of hair from her face, smoothing them back. He smiled and dropped a kiss to the tip of her nose. “You think you love us, hm?”
Lexi nodded. “I don’t think. I know.”
“Good.” Travis draped his arm over her and Brent. “I think Brent and I were getting worried our feelings for you may not be reciprocated.”
Chapter Eighteen
Travis cussed under his breath when a familiar sound roused him from sleep. To his left, Lexi remained in silent slumber, her pretty head tucked so perfectly against his shoulder. God, he didn’t want to move. He loved the way she felt against him, every soft contour of her body flush to his harder planes.
Behind her, Brent stirred as the barn door slammed against the side panels in the merciless wind and rain. Lightning lit up the night sky and cast long, unnatural shadows through the room. Soft whispers of wind slipped through the windowsills, a reminder he would need to reseal them before winter hit.
“Damn kid left the door unlatched again?” Brent grumbled, rubbing his eyes with his fists. He glanced over at Travis, who rolled his eyes to the ceiling.
“I’m gonna have a long talk with that boy about locking up. Especially with that new colt in there. Help me with her, will ya? Christ, I don’t want to disturb her,” Travis said on a rough whisper. Brent slid his arm beneath Lexi’s head and rolled their precious woman into the cavern of his body. Travis sat up and threw his feet to the floor, stretching his arms over his head. “I’ll be back in a few.”
“Want company?” Brent asked. Travis stood up and looked at him. Brent jutted his strong chin toward the window. “Nasty outside.”
“Stay with her. I’ll be a few minutes at most. Want to make sure the horses are still in the stalls before closing up.” Travis turned to the window as a rolling boom of thunder shook the land. He grabbed a fresh pair of jeans and T-shirt from his drawers and tugged them on. “Crops definitely need the rain. Guess it’s a small blessin’.”
Brent had already closed his eyes by the time Travis was dressed. He quietly made his way from the room and hurried down to the back of the house. Rain coat and hat on, hand on the doorknob, he stared into the pelting rain and gusting winds. His stomach cinched, the tinge of something being off flavoring the back of his tongue.
The storm was a beast. Anyone who wanted to trek through it was surely mad, and yet he stepped back from the door and wove through the house until he reached the gun cabinet. Brent’s words to Lexi at the dinner table resounded in his memory. “They are true predators and will not stop until they have found what they’re lookin’ for.”
“I’ll put a stop to the bastard myself, if that’s what it takes,” Travis muttered, pulling down a .45 and loading the chamber.
Armed and suited up, Travis ducked his head and plowed through the vicious storm. Rain hit him like needles, pricking his neck and hands. He couldn’t look up until he reached the barn.
Travis flipped the switch, and a row of dim lights poured down the aisle between stalls. The storm left his horses on edge, the sound of hooves pawing dirt, low, rumbling snorts filling the dense air. A ring of rainwater circled his feet on the dusty ground, droplets pouring from his slicker and dripping from the brim of his baseball cap. The ends of his hair led small rivulets of water down his neck to be sopped up by his shirt.
“All right, darlin’s. Just a storm,” he said in the soothing tone he took with any of his spooked horses. Starting at the nearest stall, he checked on a young mare, saw she was settled, and moved down the aisle. One by one, he checked his stock, petting those who needed an extra boost of comfort, letting those alone who seemed unfazed by the storm.
Once his walk-through was complete, he ensured the back doors were latched securely, stealing a quick glance at the hay loft as he passed around the ladder. His cock rose at the vivid recollection of the fun he, Lexi, and Brent had had up there. Oh yeah, he would be sure to do that again.
He barely heard the scuff come up behind him. He spun, but not before a sharp pain exploded through his head. The dark, hulking figure faded with the barn as he fell into blackness.
* * * *
Brent’s gut twisted, an unnerving knot that often lent itself before a jack gave out, or a horse reared with a rider on its back. Damn gut instinct. He listened to the back door slam shut as Travis left the house. The wind howled, the windows creaking in the sills, the house itself yawning against the torrential downpour.
Lexi remained asleep, snuggling against him. It left a disheartening grief to settle in his chest as he slid his arm from beneath her head, tucked the blanket around her, and climbed out of bed. He reached the window in time to see the lights flip on in the barn.
Travis’s shadow stretched as he moved down the aisle.
A second shadow appeared, and Brent cussed.
He yanked on his jeans and barreled down the stairs. He snagged a Glock from Travis’s gun collection, yanked on sneakers, and quietly left through the back door, locking up the house before he plowed into the storm.
Brent reached the door of the barn in time to see the intruder knock Travis upside the head with the butt of a gun. A low grunt filtered through the barn, a sound that set the horses on edge. He grimaced, regretting not going with Travis to begin with.
Now’s not the time for that.
Steeling himself against the mo
unting adrenaline that rushed through his veins with each heavy thud of his heart, he slipped into the barn while the stranger had his back to the door, and slid into the shadows of riding tack. He needed to get to Travis, but the man standing over him, shoving the gun into a holster at his hip, motioned toward the mucking tools and buckets. A second man appeared from the shadows. In the dim light, Brent recognized them from earlier, leaving a new chill in his blood.
Together, the men unfolded Travis’s crumpled figure. Brent stole down the aisle, thankful for the bales of hay stacked every few stalls down. He stopped two stalls away from the hay loft and peered around the bales. The men had hoisted Travis, one by the arms, one by the ankles, and struggled to carry him toward the storage corner.
Brent snuck around the bales as the men shuffled along, attention turned toward their destination. Heavy breaths and grunts were the only sounds that accompanied them, along with the scuffing of dirt beneath their dusty shoes.
Blood drops trailed behind them from a wound that Brent couldn’t see. The very thought of Travis being hurt tore into him. He readied his gun in front of him, ducking behind a tack box as one man turned. The thundering rush of blood deafened him. He could barely choke in a breath, let alone a thought beyond getting these two bastards away from his man before they hurt him more.
Then he needed to get back to Lexi.
Snap. Clunk.
Brent risked a glance from behind the box. A rake toppled onto its side with a loud clatter that blended into the rumbling of thunder outside. Lightning cast deep shadows along the walls, but did not distort the image of the man dropping Travis’s feet and grabbing at his head where the rake must’ve hit.
Now.
Adrenaline, rage, and urgency sprang him forward. He lunged up behind the man at Travis’s head, pistol-whipped the side of his face, and snagged the gun from his holster as he fell. The accomplice recovered quickly, but Brent swung his Glock on him before the man could untangle his jacket from around his shoulder holster.