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

by Kaliana Cole

  He reached beneath Luke’s hand and twisted the soft plug from her grip, nearly withdrawing it completely.

  “No! Put it back!”

  “I think Casey likes having something in her ass. Tell me you like it and you can have it back.”

  “I love it. Put it back right now!” Her clenching muscles attempted to hold on to it, the pulsing clear to feel against the toy.

  “That sounded sweet, but I want you talk dirty, baby. Tell me what you really want.”

  She didn’t even hesitate. “Shove it in my ass, Brody, deep and hard.”

  Oh Christ! Fuck the wet spot—he was going to shoot his whole load in his jeans if she talked like that! He groaned as he complied with her heated order and couldn’t help but bite her inner thigh. Her silken flesh gave up its salty sheen of fresh sweat as he tested the resilience between his teeth. The tug on the chain in his fist encouraged him on. He pulled away before his teeth met, certain he was going to break the skin.

  Luke’s eyes locked on to the teeth marks boldly emblazoned against her pale flesh. “Holy shit! I gotta leave me one of those.”

  Casey writhed and moaned as Luke buried his face in her inner thigh. He left not teeth marks, but the biggest, messiest hickie Brody had ever seen. And the worst thing was that he looked proud of it. “You’re a useless cretin.” Brody laughed. “Get the rabbit. I think it’s time.”

  Luke grabbed the multifunction dildo and started playing with it, finding the switches and buttons that made it spin, pulse, and vibrate. Brody listened to Casey’s cry of disappointment as they abruptly pulled free both toys with anticipation riding him hard. He couldn’t wait to see her erupt when she was assailed from so many sensations at once.

  Luke slid the dildo into her pussy, abruptly cutting short her protest. He carefully lined up the ears with her clit, making sure the bundle of nerves was seated securely in their grip.

  “Flip her over,” Brody ordered, picking up the Ben Wa balls and lubricating them.

  Luke elicited a scream from her as he abruptly rolled her over and lifted her hips. He rechecked the position of the rabbit as Brody moved in behind her. “Do you want these balls, baby?”

  “Quit teasing and put them in. You’re driving me crazy.”

  “Not half as crazy as you’ll be in a minute, honey.” He took the first ball and pressed it to her star. She pushed back against him and he watched in wonder as her pink ring stretched around the heavy ball and swallowed it. The plastic cord connecting the two balls pulled tight as her body tucked the first ball behind her inner ring.

  “Oh, that’s so heavy, I can feel it moving.”

  Brody knew the heavy inner ball would be rolling with every movement inside its outer casing. “Just hold still until I get the second one in and then you can move as much as you want.”

  The second one was both easier and harder to insert. Her ring gave more readily, but the progress was slower as the first ball had to be pushed higher in her body for the second to fit. Two sets of eyes watched her body close slowly over the glittering ball. Once it was seated and Casey’s breathing was coming in harsh pants, Brody couldn’t resist giving the string a tug and setting the balls dancing and thudding inside her.

  “Good, so good.” It was barely more than a husky whisper, but it licked along Brody’s spine and drew his balls up tight.

  He knew the smile on his face was slightly frenzied when he looked to Luke, but he was beyond caring, “On three.” He reached for the clamps dangling from her breasts. “One, two, three.” He released the clamps and sat back as he heard a loud humming start up.

  * * * *

  Casey wailed as the blood rushed back into her tortured nipples and her whole body was set on fire by the bombardment of sensation between her legs.

  The dildo swirled deep inside her cunt, shifting points of devastating pleasure that had her pushing back against Luke’s hold for more.

  Her clit was trapped by the vibrating ears, unable to get away from the strong stimulation, bared and vulnerable to the intense barrage.

  But the balls in her ass consumed her. Their heavy presence was magnified every time she even breathed. Every miniscule movement sent them wickedly shifting in her most private place.

  She bucked wildly as the burn in her nipples escalated and she was lost, becoming a writhing, jerking being of need, oblivious to all but the storm of pleasure dangling just out of reach.

  Onward and upward she chased her pleasure, knowing it was there, so close, all she had to do was give in and stop fighting it. Her hands fisted in the sheets and she pushed back into the solid hold Luke had on the mechanical marvel inside her. The dull ache deep within her grew as the toy pressed hard against her cervix. A deep bruising feeling rippled through her body, but the pain sent her over the edge and into rapture.

  Her scream echoed back at her, shamelessly loud and full of primal victory. Heated words, carnal and shocking, encouraged her on, and a fiendish hand tugged at the string attached to the balls in her ass. A second wave of orgasm crashed over her before she collapsed, falling away from the still vibrating toy, too spent to go on.

  “Damn!” Luke sounded stunned.

  “I’ll say. You take care of the cuddle. I’ve got to clean up. I’ll take the toys with me.”

  Casey was passive as the balls were pulled from her ass and a damp cloth ran over her. Brody’s voice had sounded strained, embarrassed. She really wanted to roll over and look at him, but she was too sated to move. She heard him leave the room and Luke laid full length beside her, his hand caressing the length of her spine. “How was that, sweetheart? Do you like your new toys?”

  She did, but she recognized it was more who was using them than what was used. “I like you using them just fine.” Her voice sounded slumberous, as sated as she felt. “Where’s Brode?”

  “He’s, um, taking care of a wardrobe malfunction.” She could hear the amusement in his voice.

  “What happened?”

  “Brody’s jeans seemed to develop a rather large stain about the time that you screamed.”

  “He did?” She couldn’t imagine Brody coming in his pants like an overexcited teenager.

  “Oh, yeah. I’m never going to let him live that down. You should be proud of yourself. That’s the first time that’s ever happened to Mr. Control Freak.” Luke’s hand continued its comforting mapping of her spine. “That’s what he gets for always taking rather than just giving. I’m quite accustomed to blue balls. My little guy knows that if the pants stay on he’s not getting anything. Brody’s cock is a spoiled brat used to getting what it wants, when it wants.”

  “There’s nothing little about you, Luke. Do you mind if I have a little sleep? I’m all worn out.”

  “You go to sleep, sweetheart, I’m going to ride this feeling of superiority for as long as I possibly can.”

  Casey drifted off to sleep with a smile on her lips and a smug, warm male with magic hands wrapped around her. Life was sweet.

  Chapter 15

  “Don’t you think it might be a little premature?”

  Casey suppressed an amused snort. Luke had been using words like “premature,” “early,” “hasty,” and “untimely” at every possible occasion for five days. It just didn’t get old for him.

  Brody, on the other hand, was past it, and he knew when to ignore his brother. “Andy shoved Marley on a flight out of Denver this morning. He just rang and told me the state police have found nothing to suggest that Casey is in any further danger. If we don’t get out of the house, we’re all going to go mad.”

  “You kicking me out, Brody?” Casey rolled her head back where it rested on Luke’s lap to look at the older Marshall.

  “No. I’m just saying we’ve got to get outside and do something rather than lying around the house watching movies and eating.”

  “I don’t know. I thought we’ve been getting plenty of exercise.”

  Casey giggled at Luke’s slow drawl. He was right about that. They’d bee
n fucking like bunnies for damn near a week. Her stamina, not to mention her ability to walk, astounded even her.

  “Let’s get out of here, we’ll drive over to Sheridan and go out for dinner or something.”

  Casey looked back to Luke. His big chocolate eyes told her he’d go along with whatever she wanted. They did need to get out somewhere where they couldn’t just drop what they were doing and go at it. They’d christened damn near every available surface in the house and more than one wall. There was a dent in the hall wall and a crack in the shower screen to give testimony, and the coffee table hadn’t survived the experience.

  “That sounds great. Can I go home to get changed? If we’re going anywhere without a drive-thru, I haven’t got anything suitable to wear.”

  “That’s probably the best plan anyway,” Brody agreed wryly. “If you get naked again we’ll never get outside. Do you want a lift?”

  “No. I want to check if I can still walk anyway.” She got up and gave them a cheeky smile. “Is underwear optional?”

  “Go on, get out.” Brody held the door wide and swatted her ass as she passed. “You know we’ll only rip it off anyway.”

  * * * *

  Joy bubbled in Casey’s heart as she showered and dressed with wicked intent. She wanted to sit those two on their asses. They’d seen her in a dress the night she’d followed Marley’s advice and gone looking for entertainment, but they’d never seen her dress with nothing but seduction in mind.

  Every inch of her body was smooth and slathered with lightly perfumed body lotion. She had tamed her wild hair, and it hung in a sleek, shiny fall from an off-center part. Her makeup was barely there. Tasteful eye shadow, a lick of mascara, and plenty of the cherry gloss her men just couldn’t get enough of.

  Her men. It brought a smile to her face to think of them that way. Brody had become a different man. He could still be masterly and bite when she baited him by challenging him sexually, but he was now as easy to be around as Luke.

  She adjusted the strap on her baby-doll dress and smiled in satisfaction. Luke was going to be tripping over his jaw all night. The creamy peach material gathered under her bust and skimmed her hips before stopping at midthigh. The warm cream color brought out a delicate golden undertone in her skin and was perfectly matched by the open-toed pumps sitting beside the door. The two-and-a-half-inch heels would put her better than eye-to-eye with Brody and only a hair’s breadth shy of Luke’s height. It was going to stir Brody to no end having to look up even a fraction. Her sex warmed in anticipation. Tonight was going to be so much fun.

  * * * *

  Luke took one look at the woman who stepped out of Casey’s front door and tossed his keys to Brody. “You drive. There is no fuckin’ way I can drive sitting next to that.”

  “Amen.” Casey looked like a goddess, a goddess with all the knowledge of the devil. She stalked toward them on decadent high heels in a hip-swinging, come-fuck-me walk. Brody was spellbound. He’d known Casey was beautiful, but the creature walking toward them possessed a sizzling combination of ethereal, angelic grace and an attitude of sinful carnal knowledge. Part of him wanted to put her on a pedestal and worship at her feet, the other part wanted to pin her to the side of Luke’s truck and fuck her ’til they were both too sore to move.

  She accepted a hand up into the vehicle and settled herself with regal grace. Her brows arched haughtily, but her smile was more than a little amused. “Is anyone driving, or am I just going to sit here all night?”

  Brody tore his eyes away from her and looked to Luke. His brother looked like a poleaxed ox. “Pick your chin up and get in.” If Luke hadn’t already given him the keys he would have confiscated them anyway. He wasn’t fit to drive a billycart.

  Brody kept his eyes on the road with great difficulty. He’d recovered enough that he could nearly hold an articulate conversation, which was more that he could say for Luke. His brother couldn’t put a sentence together. Casey thought it was hilarious and he couldn’t blame her. She’d been naked most of the week, sleeping between them every night, and because of a pretty dress and a bit of makeup, they were staring and stuttering like adolescent boys.

  Brody gave a great sigh of relief as he pulled up in front of the restaurant and decided then and there that either Luke was driving home, or they were pulling up at the first deserted spot he found and putting out the flames. He knew damn well Casey was getting off on her little power trip, too. He could smell her subtle arousal over the spicy, sultry, bedroom scent she wore.

  He stepped out and breathed deep, replacing her alluring scent with hot blacktop and vehicle exhausts. His nose wrinkled in protest, but at least he could walk into the restaurant without his cock demanding he drop to his knees and taste what he could smell.

  Luke held the door while Casey climbed out, but Brody pulled rank and escorted her inside. He noticed she stood a little straighter so that he was looking up slightly into her sparkling sapphire eyes. His lips quirked when he saw the challenge in her gaze. She thought it would disturb him, being taller than he was. Well it did, but only in that he was convinced she was at the perfect height for him to hook one of her long thighs around his hip and drive right into her where she stood. They needed to be sitting down real soon where the bulge threatening his zipper would be concealed by snow-white tablecloth.

  A well-dressed waitress escorted them to a corner table and took their drink order. Casey looked more than a little surprised when he ordered champagne. He caught her wrinkling her nose. “You told me you drink anything.”

  “I do, but champagne makes me giggle.”

  “We can handle you giggling,” he assured her.

  She’d been doing a lot of that lately. She’d even giggled in the middle of sex yesterday, although the coffee table breaking in two beneath his ass could have had something to do with that. It had taken quite a bit of force to turn her giggles into screams and get her to come.

  Brody couldn’t remember enjoying a meal as much as he did that night. The food was superb and the company even better. Casey did giggle a little, but it was great to be out and enjoy each other’s company in a context where they had to behave. He wanted Casey to understand beyond a doubt that it was so much more than sex. He was reasonably sure she was seeing beyond that now, but she had her reasons for doubt when the longest they had managed to go without during waking hours was a paltry four hours. After flipping a coin to decide who had to go, they had sent Luke out for more rubbers. Marley’s jumbo box was long gone, and they’d gone through all in the house except one. Brody had been using that sole survivor when the coffee table met its end.

  Their dessert arrived and Brody was absorbed with watching Casey lick cream from her spoon. She was asking Luke about the camp-out ride they’d been planning, seemingly hanging on his every word, but the sensuous way she handled the silverware told a different story. He knew she was teasing him on purpose, but he couldn’t look away. She offered him a bite from her spoon and he couldn’t refuse, not because the gateau looked so good, but because the idea of having his tongue where hers had been seemed really important right then. He closed his eyes as the crispy chocolate and velvety cream hit his tongue, wishing he could lick it from her naked skin. They had to get out of here before he embarrassed them all. Luke just sat back in amusement.

  He put his hand up for the waitress to bring their bill when another trio entered the restaurant. Brody looked, looked again, and sat back like he’d disappear into the plush dining chair. He could feel his face icing over and his spine growing stiff.

  He sure as shit didn’t need this.

  * * * *

  Luke glanced at Casey and looked back to his brother. Brody was driving fast but paying such close attention to the road that Luke wasn’t concerned for their safety. What he was concerned about was his brother’s state of mind.

  He’d seen Brody retreat, seen him become what he had been before Casey had pulled him kicking and screaming from the wreckage of his past. A glance ov
er his shoulder was all it had taken to ascertain the cause of his relapse.

  Bleached blonde hair teased into a wild mane and plastered with enough hairspray to lacquer an aircraft hangar hadn’t stopped him from recognizing the petite woman clinging to the two silver-haired, affluent-looking men she had entered with. The years had been kind to Cherry, but a stiffness in her expertly made-up face and breasts three cup sizes larger than he remembered were an indication she owed some of it to the surgeon’s knife.

  She’d sat down at a table facing them, one well-plucked brow raised at Brody in challenge. Luke had watched Brody carefully. He had gone from shock to embarrassment before settling on a cold, icy rage. Casey had surprised Luke. He’d expected her to launch a frontal attack and question mercilessly, but after flicking her eyes to the newcomers in the quiet restaurant, she’d watched Brody shut down with a resigned tilt to her jaw and sadness in her eyes. She’d valiantly kept the conversation going about the ride they’d promised to take her on up through the national forest behind their ranch, but her heart had no longer been in it.

  Silence reigned in the Chevy. Luke sat close to Casey, using the freedom to move the bench seat afforded him. She didn’t resist the arm he slid around her, but she didn’t relax into it either. Her stiffness was a slap in the face after the intimacy they had enjoyed. He squeezed her shoulder reassuringly and, while she leaned into him a little, there was more than a little added starch in her backbone.

  He had to say something. The silence was killing him. “Have you picked up your truck yet, Casey?”

  “No, it’s still at the workshop. Jack said it’s ready to pick up, though.”

  “Have you got a spare set of keys on you?”

  The look she gave him was eloquent even in the dim glow of the dashboard lights. He ran his eyes down her with a grin and then the clutch bag that was barely large enough for her license and a tube of lipstick. If she had keys on her he wanted to be the one to go looking for them. “I’ll take that as a no. It’s a shame. This would have been a perfect opportunity to pick it up.”