Summer's Wicked Cowboys [Casanova Cowboys 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Rhea Regale

  Braden released a sharp breath as Carter’s skillful fingers played over his body, following each valley, each cord of muscle along his chest, up to his shoulders. His shirt bunched as Carter spread his fingers over his biceps and crept down his arms, the feel of his roughened palms against his skin painting fiery lines their wake. Braden’s gaze fell to Carter’s mouth. His cock pulsed, the heaviness in his balls making his jeans awfully uncomfortable.

  “It keeps things lively,” Braden said. He tugged the shirt from his wrists and tossed it aside. He grabbed Carter’s jeans and yanked him closer, dipping his head and inhaling the warm, spicy scent of his cologne.

  Braden pressed his cheek to Carter’s, his gaze drifting over the immaculate geography of his lover’s body. He began a slow trek along the chiseled formation of Carter’s abs and firm plane to his pecs, where he curled his fingers and drew his nails over Carter’s budded nipples. Carter’s pecs twitched beneath his skin, the subtle hint to his delight mixed with the spread of goose bumps down his arms.

  “I’ve missed your hands on me, Bray,” Carter murmured in his deep, rich gravelly voice that teased Braden’s senses, and taunted the fullness of his cock. Carter’s strong hands molded over Braden’s ass and squeezed, pulling him flush to Carter. Braden moistened his lips and kissed Carter’s throat, savoring every small lick and nip to his chin.

  “I plan on havin’ my hands all over you.” Braden rocked his dick into Carter’s hip, sliding his fingers up through the satiny strands of his dark hair. He dropped one hand to Carter’s jeans. “My mouth all over you.” He tugged open the belt, tilting his head and bringing his lips a breath from Carter’s. “I know she’s eager for you.”

  “I’m eager for her,” Carter whispered, his hot breath teasing Braden’s lips. He kneaded Braden’s ass, each thorough squeeze increasing the friction against his cock. “For you.”

  “Tonight’s about the three of us,” Braden said, dropping an airy kiss to the corner of Carter’s mouth. Carter stilled, tension flowing through his body. Braden flicked open the button on Carter’s jeans and lowered the zipper. Carter was holding his breath, the subtle movement of his chest from the beat of his heart. “About comin’ together as a whole.”

  Braden shifted to the opposite corner of Carter’s mouth and brushed another kiss against the crease. He slipped his hand into the tight jeans and moaned deep in his throat, curling his fingers around Carter’s cock. Memories flooded him, leaving him wicked hungry for the long-lost indulgence that was Carter Ryder.

  Braden dragged his upper lip across Carter’s bottom before dropping to his knees. Carter’s hands dove into his hair, tipping his head upward. Those blue eyes darkened, piercing Braden through the chest and lodging the passion into his heart.

  “Wait,” Carter said on a ragged breath.

  Braden grabbed Carter’s jeans and yanked them down. He pulled off Carter’s boots and socks, tossing them aside, then removed the last item of clothing from Carter’s mouthwatering body.

  “I did.” Braden coursed his palms up Carter’s legs, loving the feel of his short, crisp hairs, the tightening of muscle beneath his skin. He straightened up on his knees, molding his hands over the solid curve of his narrow waist. “Too long.”

  Braden greedily sucked Carter’s cock between his lips and moaned. He gave the velvety flesh a hard suckle, opening his throat to draw in more of his length. Carter gasped, his fingers fisted against his scalp.

  “Fuck damn, Bray,” Carter groaned, thrusting his hips forward. Braden took, swallowing him back, increasing the suction around Carter’s throbbing erection. The hint of salty sweetness coated his tongue, sending a shiver of pleasure down Braden’s spine to pool in his sac. He took his time leaning back until all he held was Carter’s wide head, cream seeping from his slit, and lifted his gaze his lover. Carter’s upper lip pulled back, a fierce glow in his eyes. “I’m hanging on the edge. Don’t tease me unless you plan on drinking from me.”

  Braden chuckled, the smooth head popping from his mouth. He curled his lips around the side of Carter’s cock and licked him from tip to hilt with light strokes. Carter’s stomach twitched and tightened. His knees quaked once.

  Braden gave a long, lavish stroke along Carter’s sac before coming away from his cock and starting a wet path upward, through the dip between his abs, beneath each slope of each pec, pausing to curl his tongue around each pebbled nipple.

  Carter forced him straight up with a sharp tug of his hair. Their gazes locked for the briefest of moments, an ungrounded electrical explosion that stole Braden’s breath and rocked his mind.

  Braden caught Carter’s face in his hands and devoured him in a kiss that pulsed with the raw element of hunger. Carter’s arms quickly went around his waist and his shoulders, holding him flush against the steely form of his soldier lover, rocking his hip in a slow, languid motion. Braden’s cock seeped and burned, the snug confines of his jeans unbearable. He suckled Carter’s tongue fiercely then soothed him with full, possessives kisses. The lingering taste of beer mixed with the heart-clenching familiar taste of Carter.

  “Uh-hem.”

  Braden eased his mouth from Carter’s, lips tingling from the brash claiming. He stepped around his lover, coming up behind him, keeping his arm locked around Carter’s waist as he pressed his chest to Carter’s back. From over his shoulder, his gaze landed on Summer, her lithe body leaning casually against the doorframe. Her smoldering gaze slid down Carter like wax, pausing for a long moment on the man’s fully engorged cock. A low breath expelled from Carter, his chest contracting.

  Braden drank in the sight of his woman. Her black stockings ended in a hem of lace. Garters held them to a pair of sexy black lace panties decorated with feminine bows of the lightest pink. The black lace bra matched her panties, cupping the generous swells of her creamy breasts to produce deep cleavage. Her silky curls brushed over her shoulders, her eyes glowing with a poignant wickedness.

  The sexiest smile pursed and curled her lips in one sleek motion. “You two know how to put on one body-rockin’ show.”

  “Christ, baby, you look hot,” Braden said. He ran his hand over Carter’s shoulder and down to his pec. He flicked Carter’s erect nipple and immediately felt the small tremor skate through his lover. “Love those heels on you.”

  Summer kicked a foot up and twisted her shoe one way, then the other, but Braden’s attention shifted upward to the open slit in her panties.

  “Holy fuck,” Carter growled. Summer’s bottom lip pushed out in a mock pout.

  “You don’t like ‘em?” she asked, dropping her foot to the floor. In a move that reminded Braden of a sly kitten stretching after a long, leisurely nap, Summer arched off the wall, her hips rolling out as she took a step forward, the rest of her body following in a seductively fluid motion.

  Carter made to step forward. Braden tightened hold on him. He licked the shell of Carter’s ear, twisting his nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Carter groaned, his shoulders pressing back.

  “You stay here, baby. Got it?” Braden whispered. He scraped his teeth along the firm curve of his earlobe. Holding Summer’s intrigued gaze, he circled his fingers around Carter’s cock and stroked him down to the crisp hairs nestled around his base. A low growl resonated from Carter, vibrating the blood rushing through his veins. “Don’t want you to lose it so soon.”

  Braden scraped his nails over Carter’s nipple, up to his shoulder. He nudged the back of Carter’s leg with his own and guided Carter to his knees with a firm hand. Carter’s fingers bit into his knees as he sat on his heels, lost between Summer and Braden.

  Braden grabbed up the cuffs from the floor. He stepped in front of Summer, grabbed her chin in one hand, and forced her to her toes. He filled her mouth with the demanding sweeps of his tongue, delighted with each hungry return of hers. The warm swells of her breasts brushed against his arm, the musky scent of her arousal sending an explosion of heady pleasure zig-zagging down to his cock. He wanted her,
wanted Carter, wanted so much all at the same time.

  Braden drew back, suckling her plump bottom lip between his teeth. He tangled his fingers in her hair and eased her head back as he slinked around her, teasing her belly with the cuffs and her neck with kisses. His eyes dropped to the rapid rise and fall of her breasts. He absorbed each feverish breath through his skin, the feel of her nimble fingers and short nails against his scalp. She bowed, her breasts pressed out and her perfectly round rear pushing back into his cock.

  “Such a wanton, baby,” he murmured, inhaling the flowery scent of her hair. He straightened up behind her and met Carter’s starved gaze. A satisfied grin came to his lips, seeing how close to the edge of desperation Carter stood. His fingers made defined indentation in his flesh and every honed and corded muscle flexed to the max.

  “I’m wantin’, Bray. I’m wantin’ bad.” Summer purred.

  “Braden,” Carter breathed, the sound a strained warning. Braden glided his hands up Summer’s body to her wrists and lowered her arms in front of her. He secured the first cuff around her right wrist, tantalizing Carter as he fastened the second, and looped her bound hands back over his head. “Damn you to hell.”

  “Baby, this ain’t hell.” Braden cupped Summer’s breasts, working his fingers beneath the lacy bra. He scooped out her creamy mounds, weighing them in his hands. Carter’s lip pulled back in a fierce scowl, his eyes wild. Summer’s mouth dropped open. The smooth scape of her forehead pinched. Braden circled her pink nipples with his thumbs, gently at first, slowly increasing the pressure. “Do you remember these beautiful tits? You used to tell me how much you liked to suck on them. You could make her come just by nibbling these hard nipples.”

  Carter dropped forward onto his hands. Braden kicked up his foot and held his anxious lover back by the shoulder.

  “Down, Carter. You ain’t gettin’ her yet. I’m not done with her.” Braden snickered, rolling her nipples to hard peaks. “Or you.”

  “Oh Bray, that burns,” Summer panted. “A nice, hot burn.”

  He released the pressure from her nipples and lowered his foot from Carter’s shoulder when he was sure the man wouldn’t move. With one hand, Braden unfastened his jeans, pulled out his throbbing cock, and nudged Summer’s rear with his moist head. She whimpered.

  “You were watchin’ Carter and I. Naughty girl.” Braden reached down to her thigh. “I didn’t tell you to remove your toys.”

  He hooked his fingers beneath her knee and lifted her leg, exposing all of her sweet pussy for Carter to feast his gaze upon. Carter’s eyes darkened like a wild animal, leaving nothing but a thin line of glowing blue around wide irises. A hue of pink touched his cheeks, his strong jaw working endlessly. “Carter, tell me what you see.”

  “Heaven,” came the hoarse reply. “Everything I want.”

  Summer’s head pulled off his shoulder. Carter’s gaze shot up to hers. Braden released his cock and followed the sleek line of her hips to the front of her body, paying close attention to Carter’s reaction.

  “I’m lookin’ for a different answer,” Braden taunted. He traced the crotchless panties around her pussy. Her slick juice coated his fingertips as he slid along her labia. Her arms cinched around his neck. “Sweet Summer, you’re so swollen.”

  “Hours of tor…ture. Damn,” Summer gasped. Braden circled her cunt, loving the feral expression on her face beneath the stray strands of hair. She burned her gaze into Carter. A small spark would ignite them all into an inferno.

  Braden pressed the tip of his fingers into her sopping pussy and felt the respondent squeeze of her tight muscles. “More, Bray. I need more.”

  Braden tsked, dropping a soft kiss to her shoulder. “Easy, baby.”

  He twisted his finger and sank deep inside her silken wet cunt. She cried out, undulating against his hand. His cock slid through the crease of her ass, snug in her hot flesh.

  “Look at me.”

  Slowly, her eyes masked behind the thick film of pleasure, she focused on him. “Havin’ him watch me fuck you with my finger is turnin’ you on, ain’t it? You like teasin’ him as much as I do.”

  “Braden, I’m giving you a chance to run the show,” Carter growled. He stole a pace closer to them. “You know I can just as easily turn this around.”

  “Not tonight,” Braden said, brushing his thumb over Summer’s clit. Her knee bent, the added weight of her body tugging at the back of his neck. “I’ve taken very good care of her, Carter. I doubt she’d complain.”

  “Never,” Summer agreed between clenched teeth. “Hell, Bray, I’m beggin’ you. Let me come. Once. Just once.”

  “Now now, baby.” Braden feathered kisses along her neck. “We’ve only just begun.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  The room pulsed around him. Somewhere behind the furious rush of blood against his ears, the feverish thundering of his heart against his skull, Carter grappled for the last string of sanity. He could barely breathe, watching Braden play with Summer’s swollen pussy, his fingers slick with her juice. My woman. Mine. You both are mine. The possessive beast coiling in his soul threatened to tear free and put an end to Braden’s hunger for control.

  Fuck, that unique scent that belonged only to Summer left his thoughts bounding alongside that predatory beast. He had waited so long for this, to finally reclaim what he had left. Oh, yes, he wanted Braden, but Braden wasn’t spread out for his starved soul to devour.

  “Have you forgotten what she tastes like, Carter?” Braden asked.

  Carter jerked, his muscles wound so tight that each movement was like a shock jolting through his body. His darling Summer trembled, her standing leg ready to give out. Her breasts, round and supple, sat over her bra, pink nipples hard and erect, beckoning him to taste. His fingers burned to touch her creamy skin, remember every succulent curve of her shape.

  “No,” Carter said quietly, shaking his head once. “I could never.”

  Braden withdrew his finger from her pussy and held the glistening appendage toward Carter. “Go ‘head, baby. Indulge, but remember what you’re suckin’.”

  Carter snatched his wrist in a death grip, drew up on his knees, and sucked Braden’s fingers into his mouth. A sound, something between a groan and a growl, escaped him. He drank and drank, desperate to get every last drop and savor Summer’s earthy elixir. Lifting his eyes, he caught the dark satisfaction in Braden’s expression. Summer licked her lips, her hair falling over her face in a sexy muss that made his fingers itch to tangle.

  “That tongue is sinful,” Braden said, pulling his hand away. He nuzzled the side of his face against Summer’s head. “Grab the blindfold from the table, Carter.”

  Carter did as he was told, however much he wanted to break Braden down to his command. He would get his turn, and when he did, Braden would suffer like he did.

  Braden combed back Summer’s hair and placed a tender kiss on her forehead. Carter handed him the satin fabric. Summer’s gaze shifted to him and lingered as Braden lowered the blindfold over her eyes. She worked her bottom lip between her teeth.

  Carter rubbed his face, trying to rid some of the tension from his body long enough to bear this pleasure-pain torture Braden so enjoyed. Braden led Summer to the bed. She climbed onto the mattress and stopped only when Braden whipped an arm around her hip and jerked her rear back.

  “She’s a glutton for punishment, Carter,” Braden said. He splayed a hand between her shoulder blades and pressed her down to her elbows, holding her hips up. Her back dipped into a deep curve, pushing her delightful rear toward them. Carter snatched up the leather paddle, his attention focused on her exposed anus and wet vulva peeking out of the hole in her panties. “Ripe for a nice spankin’.”

  Carter stepped up behind Braden, grabbing his waist in a firm hold and tugging his ass into the cradle of his hips. Against Braden’s ear, Carter whispered, “She’s not the only one you’re punishing.” Carter yanked down Braden’s jeans and rested the flat edge of the paddle agains
t his lover’s ass. Braden shuddered. “I’ve always defied authority, if you’ve forgotten.” Carter peeled off Braden’s jeans and laid the paddle in his hand. “Prelude’s over, boy.”

  He rounded the bed to stand in front of Summer and gave Braden a long, beckoning stare. Braden fished out a tube of red lubricant and tossed it. Carter caught it.

  “She loves strawberry,” Braden said, rubbing his palm over Summer’s ass in a large circle. “Bad, bad Summer.”

  Braden brought the paddle down, the snap of leather against flesh echoing in the room. Summer cried out, rocking forward. Braden looped his arm around her waist again and held her steady as he brought the paddle down again.

  Gently, Carter combed his hand into her silky hair, craning her neck back. Her sinful mouth fell open into a succulent O and her cheeks flushed. He lowered himself to his forearms, face-to-face with Summer. A soft moan fled her lips on the third spank.

  “How does it feel, sweetheart?” he asked quietly. “I want to hear what is happening inside you.”

  “It’s a sting…ahhhh…that turns into pleasure and spreads all over,” Summer whispered. “Sparks.” Her forehead creased with the next paddle. She chewed her lower lip, her breaths ragged. Carter opened the container of lubricant and drizzled a thin line over his index finger. “Fire. I want more.”

  “More, baby?” Braden asked, delivering another paddle.

  “Oh please, more,” Summer whimpered.

  Carter reached between her arms and slickened up her swaying breasts. He closed his eyes for a moment, reveling in his first feel of Summer’s flesh in years. The supple softness of her breasts unleashed a new wave of desire. He leaned close to her, lips parted, inhaling her every exhale. Her essence was his drug, and he was addicted. Five years apart brought him to this very night, this very moment, sealing his fate in the hands of his beautiful lovers.

  He circled one nipple at a time, observing the heightened pace of her heart, the deepening rose of her cheeks. “Do your nipples still make you come?”