Cole, Kaliana - Tag and Release [Liberty Springs, Wyoming 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Kaliana Cole

  She tilted her hips obligingly and the tip of Luke’s cock grazed her clit. She wiggled until the contact was surer and writhed against it. Luke’s eyes rolled a little and he groaned around her breast. Brody echoed him when his fingers found her wet and eager once more. Her hips thrust in a slow dance and Brody slipped two fingers into her wet sheath every time she pulled back along the crown of Luke’s cock.

  The cold shock of lubrication being dribbled down the crack of her ass made her catch her breath, and Brody chuckled knowingly. “It’ll warm up,” he assured her as his thumb massaged the slick fluid over her anus.

  Casey tightened at the proprietary handling but soon relaxed as he made no move to penetrate the untried orifice. Coupled with the sultry slide of his fingers, the gentle rubbing was a dark but sexy turn-on. So slick and relaxed, her sphincter allowed his initial foray to the first knuckle before closing in alarm. Casey froze at the sudden violation, but his other hand rubbed at her back and kneaded her ass reassuringly. “Relax, honey. Just breathe and you’ll loosen up.”

  She pulled in a breath and Luke let her nipple pop from his mouth before he, too, used his hands to soothe her. He gave tiny thrusts with his hips that worked his cock against her clit, and she let her breath out and willed her body to relax. It didn’t hurt, but it was a totally alien experience. As soon as she relaxed, Brody withdrew his thumb only to slide it back in. He didn’t try to go deeper. He just rubbed against the nerve-laden outer reaches. Casey gasped and fell in to Luke’s rhythm as her body started to find a dark pleasure in the forbidden caress.

  She nearly stopped in shame when she realized she was pushing him deeper and deeper with every rock of her hips, but Brody caught her hesitation. “Don’t stop, baby. You have no idea how hot it looks to have you backing up for more. Not as hot as it will when I watch your tiny hole open up for my cock, but it’s still sexy as hell.”

  Casey bit her lip when she felt the webbing of his hand wrap her perineum and realized she had taken his whole thumb. The pressure along the thin membrane separating his thumb from his fingers was enthralling. And, she suspected, devastatingly addictive. He changed tacks, massaging deeply instead of thrusting, and there was no way in hell she could hold back the visceral moan that erupted from her throat.

  “That’s the way, hon, lap it up. Let me get a second one inside, and I’ll let you fill this pussy up with Luke’s cock. You’ll be so full. You won’t know where you stop and we begin, Case.”

  He kissed her rump as he slid from the bed to stand behind her. Casey felt another cool touch of lube being applied and then her first taste of erotic burn. The pinching made her jerk, but Luke pinned her hips and worked his cock harder against the swollen knot peeking out of her folds. The burn morphed into a euphoric pleasure as his other digit slipped through her ring and slid in beside the first.

  Sweat-dampened strands of hair clung to her face as she breathed roughly. Luke’s hand smoothed them away. Concern clouded the passion in his eyes. “Are you all right, sweetheart?”

  Casey nodded and pressed her clit harder against the rigid shaft beneath it. She could feel Brody stretching her, using his thumbs to prepare her for his cock. The overwhelming need to have something in her pussy assaulted her. She tried to wiggle enough to line Luke up with her entrance, but they wouldn’t let her move. She growled her frustration.

  “You want him inside you, don’t you baby?”

  “Mmm”

  “Reach down and take him then. Don’t let us stop you.”

  Casey slid her hand down between their hot, damp bodies and gripped Luke firmly. Holding him steady she sank slowly down. The pressure in both her ass and her pussy was unbelievable. She could feel Luke’s cock gliding tightly over the fullness of Brody’s thumbs. Pain and pleasure mingled. “Oh, my God.”

  “Keep your hand down there. You’re gonna want a finger on your clit in a minute, and you’ve had more practice than us. Give it a bit of a rub.” Brody’s voice had dropped a full octave, gravelly and rough.

  Circling her clit with the pad of one finger, Casey rocked on the hot shaft within her. The unusually aligned head massaged her whole front wall, kneading into the spongy tissue. The most expensive vibrators didn’t feel this damn good. Need built, ecstasy rising through her to turn her into a mewling creature of want.

  “I think she’s ready, Brode.”

  “Fuck, so am I. Let me grab a rubber.”

  The thumbs slipping from her ass left her bereft, grasping hopelessly on nothingness. A daunting pressure pushed for entrance as Brody’s firm grip held her cheeks wide. “Play with that clit, honey. Push out toward me and breathe.”

  Casey pinched her clit and tugged as the air left her body and the white hot burn of penetration swept over her. Her eyes flew open. Luke was looking at her in pained desire. “Relax, Casey. Let him in. You can do this, sweetheart. You feel so damn good.”

  Brody cursed loudly and pulled out before pressing forward once more. This time the burn was bearable. Casey worked her clit feverishly as she strove to rise above the pain. She gave up fighting it and embraced the pain the same as she would the burn of a good workout. Something fell into place and she felt Brody slide all the way in.

  Exquisite pressure, decadent pleasure, sinful sensations. Full, so very full.

  Luke pressed with so much force against her G-spot she thought she might come from that alone, but another pressure rivaled even that pleasure. Brody pushed against the inner face of her tailbone, sending rapture shooting up and down her spine. He bent over her and cupped her body with his. Casey shuddered, lost in the hedonistic pleasure of so much heated skin against her.

  Just when she thought it could feel no better, they began to move. Alternately, they rocked gently into her, one sliding out while the other forged deeper. Faster and faster they built up the rhythm. The pleasure buffeted Casey from every possible direction. In a moment of lucidity she remembered she still had her finger on her clit and gave it one shimmy.

  The mighty explosion blew apart every preconceived idea she’d had about what orgasm was. A woman’s scream reached her ears and too late she realized it came from her own mouth. Harsh groans and a heartfelt “fuck” came from the two men who forged deep and arched violently, joining her in the maelstrom of agonized pleasure. Their hands bit into her, but she was too far gone to be worried about bruises. Exhausted, Casey dropped to Luke’s chest. His heart beat a tattoo against her breasts that was echoed by the chest pressed to her back. Brody withdrew from her tender ass but settled back down, sheltering her beneath his body and holding her tight.

  A heavenly lassitude rode her soul, an afterglow of immense proportions, but reality intruded. Brody lifted from her and Luke rolled her to the side, disengaging carefully. He held her while Brody returned with a wet wipe and tenderly wiped her. Only when he was lying down with her in his arms did Luke head for the bathroom. Casey snuggled into Brody’s wide chest and was quite happy to stay there. Casey had never felt so cherished as when Luke slid in, pulling the blankets up and spooning her from behind.

  “That was worth waiting for.” Brody announced into the comfortable silence.

  “Which part?” Luke rumbled against her back.

  “The scream. I’ve never heard one so pretty.”

  “Mmm. I’ve gotta hear that one again.” Casey stiffened in alarm. “Not tonight, sweetheart. Even we’re not that good. Go to sleep. I’ll run you a big hot bath in the morning.”

  * * * *

  Casey awoke in the still of the night, sore but pleasurably so. A grin crossed her face when she thought about what they had done. She’d wanted a wild night, but fucking hell, this one had measured off the Richter. These men were the kind of lovers a woman would be mad to say goodbye to. The thought sobered her. She knew what had to be done. If she didn’t leave now, she’d find herself dumped as soon as they tired of her. She’d been warned they only played tag and release.

  Carefully she extracted herself from between their s
leeping bodies and went in search of her clothes. She slipped the dress back on her aching body and picked up her sandals. She looked back at the shadowy figures sleeping soundly in the bed and felt a pang in her chest. A tear spilled hotly down her face as she slipped silently from the house.

  She’d give anything to have them hold her once more, anything but her self-respect.

  Chapter 7

  Luke stretched deliciously, contentment riding his body like a second skin. Casey Buckley had been everything he’d ever dreamed of and so much more. He would give anything for her to be a permanent part of his life. He loved her sassiness, her fuck-you attitude, and her innate sexual siren with equal fervor. Losing her wasn’t an option. He hoped bonehead realized she was more than a spectacular lay, too. Brody was the one who was likely to bring his happiness crashing down.

  He lowered his hand and followed the one across his belly up a muscular arm. A hairy muscular arm. He cracked an eyelid to see Brody’s arm sprawled across him in sleep. His cloud of happiness was punctured, and he flung the arm away.

  “Hey!” Brody lifted his head, looking around groggily. “Where’s Casey?”

  “Gone.”

  “I hate it when they do that,” he mumbled. “I wake up next to your hairy ass.”

  “And how long since you actually fell asleep with a woman, Brode?” Luke wanted his brother to come to the same conclusion he had reached.

  “Fucked if I know. A while I guess.” He rolled onto his back and scratched at his belly. “Last night was something, eh?”

  “Yeah. It would be all right to have that all the time. But like she said, we only had one shot. It’s over now.”

  “Why am I feeling a little used and abused here?” Brody groused. “I usually can’t wait to kick ’em out of bed.”

  “I thought you’d be celebrating. It saves you the effort of shoveling their emotional shit when you show them the door.”

  “Casey’s not like them, Luke. Last night was fuckin’ awesome. It was more than just the sex. I don’t know. I thought it might have meant something to her.” He looked around, his jaw working like he had a bad taste in his mouth. “We’ve been used, Luke.”

  Luke started laughing his ass off. “You remind me of that guy in American Pie that wakes up after a night with band-camp-chick and she’s gone.”

  “Hey, at least he woke up with a toy dinosaur. I’d prefer that to your hairy ass.” Brody sighed. “What do we do now? I don’t want to let her get away.”

  A euphoric smile built on Luke’s face. Brody was hooked, too. Now they just had to convince Casey they were serious. For the first time both of them were cursing their ‘love ’em and leave ’em’ reputation. “Here’s what we’ll do…”

  * * * *

  “No.”

  “Come on, Casey.”

  “What part of ‘no’ don’t you understand, Zach?”

  “It’s your sister’s birthday—can’t you just come out for a few hours?”

  “I’ve got to work in the morning.” She didn’t actually have a job on, but she did have to catch up on the office work. Casey tried to concentrate as she transferred receipt numbers to her laptop. What was wrong with paper accounting?

  “So? I’ll have you home by ten. Just come out for dinner with us. You’ve been hiding for a week. Em’s worried about you, and you know how that goes.”

  “Yeah, I know. Ty gets worried, too, and goes all grumpy on your ass. Don’t bat your eyelashes at me, Zach. It won’t work.”

  “You’re a tough woman, Casey.” His stormy eyes managed to look injured.

  “Does that sad face work on Em?”

  “Nah, Colby’s the only one that can pull that off. I thought it was worth a try, though.”

  “You lot are fucking impossible. I don’t know how Emma puts up with you.” Casey sighed resignedly. “Can you give me a few minutes to get ready?”

  “I knew I’d wear you down. Take all the time you need. I actually allowed another half an hour to talk you around.”

  Casey ignored his victory smile and headed down the hall.

  Twenty minutes later she was changed and bumping down the badly sealed road toward town in Zach’s truck.

  “Where are we going?”

  “The bistro at the Kat.”

  Casey groaned. She had done her best to avoid the place since she had moved to Liberty Springs. She had her hands full enough with work and, for the last week, avoiding problems of the Marshall variety, to invite trouble by frequenting any bars, let alone a recognized D and s club.

  It didn’t matter where she went or what she did, one of them always appeared in the vicinity. She knew it was cowardly, but she hightailed it as soon as she saw them. It would have been self-fortifying to label them stalkers, but she’d once been told that the only way to be chased was to start running. If she stood her ground they might be able to have a sensible conversation like grown-ups, but Casey was feeling too emotionally raw. Her night in their bed had touched parts of her she’d held aloof for years. She wasn’t into self-punishment enough to think anything could come of it. Brody and Luke Marshall weren’t into happily ever afters.

  Zach turned one street early for the Kat and then turned the wrong way again. He kept looking in the rearview mirror. Casey looked at him questioningly. “What’s happening?”

  “Have you done anything to piss Brody off?”

  “Not recently. Why?”

  “He normally wouldn’t miss a chance to blow me off the road as he went streaking past, but he’s followed us the whole way. I even turned off, but he’s still right back there behind us.”

  “Just ignore him, that’s what I do.”

  “Something going on that I should know about?”

  “Nothing I can’t handle.”

  “If you say so, Casey. If you need a hand, though, just holler. Colb and I kind of miss having Brody and Luke to spar with.” He pulled into the parking lot and pulled up right beside Ty’s big black Dodge. “Make sure you smile for your sister. She worries about you.”

  “I’m a big girl now.”

  “That’s what worries her.”

  Zach escorted her through the main bar and through the archway with its sign proclaiming the restaurant. Emma was already seated at a table for five with Ty and Colby. Ty looked like a giant hulking beside Emma, and Colby was full of sparkling blue eyes and winning smiles. Greetings were exchanged all around.

  “I told you I’d get her here.” Zach pulled back a chair, and Casey took the proffered seat. She pulled it in herself rather going through all that awkward shuffling that happens when someone tries to do it for you.

  “Happy birthday, Em. I’m sorry I haven’t got you a present. I clean forgot about it.” Casey had been so wrapped up in avoiding Luke and Brode that it hadn’t even crossed her mind. Only Zach turning up on her doorstep had jolted her memory.

  “Don’t worry about it. How’s your business going?”

  “Great. I’ve got more than enough work to keep me out of trouble. I’m ordering a snow blade for the machine to keep me going through winter, too.”

  She noticed a few raised eyebrows and surprised blinks happening around the table, but the itching between her shoulder blades told her it wasn’t on account of her new purchase.

  She could feel them. Awareness feathered down her spine and she knew she blushed when her nipples drew into hard points with a rapidity that was downright embarrassing.

  It wasn’t fair.

  Just one night in their bed and they had branded her body as theirs.

  Casey took a deep breath to settle her, but that was her greatest mistake. The ‘fuck me’ scent of their bodywash reached the receptors in her brain and zapped along neural pathways all the way to her ovaries, setting them off like it was the Fourth of July.

  “Are you okay, Case?” Emma had true concern on her face, but Colby and Zach looked more than a little amused. Even Ty had a tiny smile curling the corner of his lips.

  “I’m fine
.”

  “Are you sure, Case? You’re looking a little, um, peaked.”

  Casey restrained the urge to tell Colby to go to hell. She knew damn well he wasn’t talking about her color.

  “Oh, look! There’s your neighbors, Casey. How’s things going with them?” Emma appeared oblivious to the byplay going on all around her.

  “Fine.”

  “You’re blushing! You didn’t!”

  Casey knew her scarlet face answered for her.

  “Tell me you walked away afterward.” Colby looked so excited, positively drooling.

  “I did.”

  “Oh, Casey. I’m gonna love you forever, baby.” Colby and Zach were pretty much rolling around with laughter, held up only by leaning on each other’s shoulders. “It finally fuckin’ happened.”

  Casey saw Ty lean down and rumble something in Emma’s ear. A shudder passed through Emma, but she nodded and rose. “Come on, Casey. I need to go to the ladies. Ty can order for us.”

  Casey found herself ushered through into a spacious powder room that thankfully was in the opposite direction from which she could feel the Marshalls eyeballing her. Emma fanned at her face, checking it in the large mirror. “I hate when Ty whispers like that. Now I gotta go through the night with wet panties.”

  “TMI.”

  “What?”

  “Too much information.”

  “Okay, I’ll spare you. Now, what’s going on? Ty thinks you didn’t look pleased with the whole walking away thing. I was too busy watching those other pair of idiots to notice. You’ve made their night. Regrets?”

  “Not as such. I had a good time. A damn good time.”

  “What’s the problem then?”

  Casey took a deep breath and leaned against the bench. “It was too good for one night and I don’t think I can do the whole fuck-buddies thing.”

  “Oh, no. You fell in love, didn’t you?”

  “Not enough to doom myself to eternal heartbreak by going back for more. You told me yourself, they’re players. I just have to get over it and move on.”