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

by Kaliana Cole

  “It feels like a fist wrapped around me. So tight, so hot.” Luke’s voice was rougher than gravel over ground glass.

  Brody’s cock wept in sympathy, and he knew he had to get inside her fast. “Lay back and take her with you. You don’t know what tight is yet.”

  Luke looked like he was in some kind of mortal agony as he lifted Casey against him and sank back into the pillows, but Casey was a wanton, writhing mass of erotic need. Her hands swept her own body, tweaking her sharp ruby nipples and sliding down to cup her mons. Brody grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed tight when her fingers slid through the syrupy lips of her pussy.

  He tugged his balls back down from where they were trying to climb up his spine before he knelt between the couple’s entwined legs. Casey ran her fingers wonderingly around the stretched tissue surrounding Luke’s cock and then drove two of them deep inside her cunt.

  Brody trapped her hand without thinking. Her eyes snapped open and she gave him a challenging look. But he didn’t push her hand away. He lifted it to his mouth and ravenously sucked her stormy taste from her captured fingers. Her mouth opened with carnal need, and Brody could wait no more. He took his thick cock in his fist and touched it to her dripping portal. Her slick juices scalded him with their molten heat. The sight of his bare cock sitting against her willing flesh was not just erotic but a symbol of hope. He could have a future with this woman. That was his heartfelt prayer as he slid into her.

  Fighting for room, he worked the head slowly inside her. He figured the high-pitched whining sound was coming from Luke, but Casey chose that moment to bring her fingers down and circle her shining clit and he forgot to care. He surged in deep, all the way to the hilt and stopped. Hot, tight, and wetter than any dream. He gritted his teeth as his head lolled back on his shoulder. It was unimaginable that one thin layer of protection could prevent so much sensation.

  He felt Luke move behind the thin membrane separating them and opened his eyes. Casey was arched back, splayed with carnal abandon on his brother’s torso and impaled fully on two spears of hot flesh. Her lithe, pale body was a sharp contrast to the large, sun-weathered hands holding her full breasts. He’d never seen a sexier sight.

  “Open your eyes, baby, look at me.” He held deep inside her red-hot clasp while she struggled to raise passion-weighted lids. “That’s the way. Open them up and watch me, know who’s loving you, baby.” When her smoky eyes locked with his, he pulled back and thrust again, forcing her to ride the length of Luke’s cock buried in her ass. The wail that sprung from her throat was almost drowned out by two masculine groans.

  “Oh, God. I can’t wait. I’m gonna come.”

  “Come then, baby, come deep and hard and we’ll be right there with you.”

  Luke’s fingers squeezed and tugged at her nipples. Even when he was groaning like a dying man, he still strived to bring Casey pleasure. Brody began to ride her body in earnest, forging high and deep with every escalating thrust. Her cries lifted and her fingers worked feverishly, bumping against him as they slid in her slick cream. He was so close, no more than an errant thought would jerk the seed from his balls and send it hurtling down his screaming cock.

  Casey reached up and fisted the short hair on the back of his head and pulled him down violently. He caught himself before he crushed them both. “Kiss me, Brody.” She breathed against his lips. “Kiss me like you mean it.”

  He fell into her mouth, and she tightened around him as if someone had given another turn to the handle on the fleshly vise that held him. He swallowed her scream and gave her back a blatant roar as the tingle in the base of his spine erupted into an orgasm so big it felt as if his organs were being drawn out along with his seed. Luke was moaning, low and deep, a sound that was nearly more pain than pleasure. Her body was wracked by aftershocks, making them jolt and twitch and groan in pleasure until, exhausted, Casey melted between them like all her bones had dissolved.

  Brody lay with his head on her breast, too replete to move. Dimly, he realized that Luke was still making low sounds. Worried they were hurting Casey, and knowing Luke wasn’t in a position to withdraw unless he moved, Brody slipped from her body and lifted up.

  “Oh, thank God for that.” Luke sounded more than a little breathy. “Casey’s heavy enough by herself. You weigh a goddamn ton.”

  Casey just smiled sleepily. Luke rolled them to the side and gently pulled from her body, kissing her shoulder before padding softly to the bathroom. Brody sat beside her sated form, running his hands soothingly over her while he waited for Luke to return. He’d never felt a connection with anyone like he had inside Casey, naked and bare the way nature intended. She was the one, his everything.

  “Brode?”

  “Mmm?”

  “You’re not going to let me go now, are you?”

  “What are you talking about, baby?” She sounded more slumberous than awake.

  “You know, tag and release and all that. You always throw girls back once you’ve caught them.”

  Brody smiled and stretched out nose to nose with her, his big hand cupping her face, “Look at me, Casey.” Her blue eyes shone in the dim light. “We’re keeping you, baby. The others were all a little undersized.”

  “I love you, Brode.”

  “I love you too, honey.” He kissed her gently. “Just promise me one thing. Say you’ll never sneak out and leave me snuggled up to Luke’s hairy ass again.”

  The only reply he got was a smile.

  Epilogue

  Two weeks later…

  “Why have we got to take this old heap everywhere we go?”

  “Because my old heap has got bench seats.” Casey shivered as Luke’s hand slid from the wheel and along her thigh.

  “Aren’t you going to back me on this, Brode?”

  “Not likely, baby.”

  Casey shrieked as pulled her to lie across his lap. She looked up at him in the lights of the dash. He was gorgeous to her. There wasn’t one streak of the conceited arrogance that had branded him left. She put her hand up and ran her fingers along his smooth shaven jaw. “Thank you for tonight. I know it must have cost you to be nice.”

  “It’s time to let it go. I’d forgotten how much fun Zach and Colby could be.”

  “They still play a mean game of pool. They whipped our asses.” Luke sounded like he’d enjoyed every moment of it.

  Casey giggled, “Emma and I managed to beat them.”

  “That’s because your sister plays dirty. The only balls those guys were thinking about after she accidently rubbed against them a time or two were in their pants. They didn’t stand a chance.” Brody shook his head.

  “They’re not half as smitten as Jory.” Luke still sounded amused. “I can’t believe Jory Raines eloped with Bailey.”

  That brought a smile to Casey’s face, too. “I wish I had known the invite to the Kat was to celebrate their wedding. I would have gotten them a present at least.”

  “They just wanted their close friends there, the whole town turned out for it.” Brody circled his hand on her stomach where he’d worked it under her blouse, “Bailey wasn’t the only one missing Marley, though. Andy looked like hell, and it was more than not having found who was trying to hurt her.”

  “I can’t believe Jory has a sister. That just blows me away.” Luke shook his head in ongoing disbelief,

  “Did you see the way Jack and Danny were looking at Dale?”

  “What were you doing looking at Jack and Danny?” Brody voiced the question, but Luke was glaring, too.

  “Hey, I was only looking!” A lot, she silently added. Those two were they kind of eye candy a girl couldn’t help but look at and wonder what kind of center it had—soft, hard or a startling blast of flavor. But Casey had all the men she needed right with her in the battered old truck. They had her whole heart and she knew she had theirs. Brody had been hinting at marriage, but she’d been sidestepping the issue. Ty was right. Men appreciated things more when they had to work for them.
“They were both drooling over that tiny thing though.”

  “Both of them?” Luke sounded more than a little surprised.

  “Isn’t that par for the course in this place?”

  “Not those two,” Brody snorted. “You’ve been in their workshop, honey. Did you notice the demarcation line and the color-coded tools?”

  “Yeah, it was a little odd.”

  Brody was silently laughing and Luke clearly found it hilarious. There was unholy joy in his raspy voice. “Those two can’t share a goddamn wrench. They don’t have a hope in hell of sharing a woman. It wouldn’t work in a million years.”

  “This is working out just fine, though.” Brody looked down at her warmly and she could see the love he felt for her in every inch of his face. “When are you gonna give in and let us put a ring on that finger?”

  “If I give in too soon, you’ll take me for granted.” Casey grinned as she teased. Neither of them would ever take her for granted. “Besides, I definitely like your methods of persuasion.” She slid her hand up on to the impressive swell of Brody's chest and kneaded. “Reckon you could try persuading me again tonight? I might just give in this time.”

  A deep groan rumbled through Brody’s chest as he leaned over her, and Casey met his kiss with her own, challenging the supremacy of his mouth just the way they both liked it. Luke's free hand caressed the length of her thigh and teased at her covered mound. God, she loved them. She knew unequivocally they were going to end up in a church sooner rather than later, but while the destination might have been certain, Casey intended to enjoy every inch of the ride.

  THE END

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Kaliana Cole is an Aussie girl who simply loves writing. She plunked herself in front of the PC when temporarily unemployed and hasn’t looked back.

  She lives with her two exceedingly feral boys and longtime, long-suffering partner in the foothills of the Snowy Mountains, where her time is divided between being good (mother, lover, neighbor, cleaner, and cook), and being bad (writing raunchy romance and naughty ménage stories and dreaming up scenarios for upcoming works).

  Any time not taken up by this latest love is devoted to her horses, which all seem to have become fatter and naughtier since their owner started writing.

  Tag and Release is her fourth novel. She can be contacted at kalianacole@gmail.com.

  Also by Kaliana Cole

  Ménage Amour: Liberty Springs, Wyoming 1: No Bag Limit

  Siren Classic: Liberty Springs, Wyoming 2: Hook, Line and Sinker

  Ménage Amour: Good Horses, Fast Cars and Real Men

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