Her Heart-Stealing Cowboys [Hellfire Ranch 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Jennifer August

  “God,” he said thickly. He stroked the fullness of one globe. “You’re beautiful, Bex.”

  She smiled shyly. Her tits were round and taut and pleasingly plump. Her rose-colored nipples pointed skyward and begged to be touched. He flicked her nipple. She bit her bottom lip.

  “Sensitive?”

  “Yes.”

  Her small waist was dotted with freckles. The pattern looked like a spray of stars scattered along her delicate skin. Tag wanted to kiss and lick every single mark. Her hips and thighs flared in a supremely enticing and womanly way. He was looking forward to having her muscled runner’s legs wrapped around him as he plunged balls-deep into her hot wetness.

  Tag circled the base of his shaft with his thumb and forefinger.

  Rebecca groaned.

  “Like that?” he asked.

  “Uh-huh.” Her gaze shifted to Wade, who stood silent and watchful. Well, his eyes were riveted to the patch of blonde hair topping her mound. Tag didn’t blame him for his rapt attention.

  Rebecca’s pussy was a work of art. The small triangle of hair pointed downward to the succulent, bare pinkness of her lower lips. In the light of the chandelier, Tag caught sight of her glistening clit protruding. He licked his lips.

  Wade reached out and grabbed her hand then tugged her toward the living room. Tag quickly followed.

  “On your knees, Bex,” Wade said gruffly. His hand fisted his cock with a slow up and down slide.

  Tag moved next to him as she sank down.

  Without further prompting she grabbed both of their cocks. She hesitated as she stared at them.

  “Suck,” Tag ordered gruffly. “Doesn’t matter where you start as long as your mouth wraps around both of us.”

  The words seemed to set her free. She licked her lips and lunged to take the dark-red tip of his dick into her mouth.

  They both groaned at the contact.

  Tag cupped the top of her head as she bobbed slowly down his length. She pulled back and looked up at him. Arousal flushed her cheeks a delightful pink and deepened the green of her eyes.

  She tightened her mouth around him then pulled off with a soft pop. She swatted his fingers away and encircled the base herself then switched to Wade’s long, dark cock.

  Wade was also circumcised and the cut head flared darkly. A drop of pre-cum beaded at the top. She took hold of Wade’s dick and brushed the head over her pursed lips. When she pulled back, her mouth was shiny.

  Tag’s cock jerked in her hand and she winked up at him then moved downward and engulfed Wade’s dick.

  “Jesus,” Wade gasped. He caught her shoulder and looked at Tag. “She’s got a hot mouth.”

  “Yeah,” he agreed. He watched her suck his friend’s dick even as he pumped his hips into her light grip. The friction was incredible. Her fingers were soft yet firm and her thumb managed to glide along the vein on the bottom that was so sensitive.

  Tag leaned down and wrapped her hair around his hand and guided her to a slow and steady rhythm.

  Wade sighed in deep appreciation. His hips moved in time with the bobbing of her head. “Yeah, suck my cock. God, you look good on your knees in front of us. I bet your pussy is hotter than an oven, isn’t it?”

  Her muffled agreement must have sent some sort of vibration along Wade’s cock because he gasped and rose on tiptoe then shuddered.

  “Not going to come already, are you?” Tag demanded.

  “No,” Wade bit out. “She’s just a damn good cocksucker.”

  Again Rebecca made a deep mewling sound that threatened to push Wade to the edge. Tag could see him straining against the urge to come already. The tendons on his neck stood out and he clenched his jaw tight.

  She seemed to know just how far to push because she pulled her mouth away and took a breath before sliding down along Tag’s cock.

  He was unprepared for the silken, wet heat of her mouth. His hips jerked and his fingers tangled and yanked her hair.

  Her head snapped backward in surprise but she didn’t relinquish her moist hold on him.

  Tag squeezed the base of his cock. “I don’t want to come too soon, honey. Wade’s right. You’ve got a talented mouth. Almost too talented.”

  She pulled away and winked. “So if I made you come before you wanted to, I suppose I’d get in trouble?”

  Her eager tone made him chuckle. He reached down to pull her to her feet. “Wade, get on the couch. Rebecca, lean over and suck his cock.”

  As they scrambled into position Tag couldn’t help but run his palms down her flank and up along her smooth ass.

  She looked over her shoulder at him as she settled between Wade’s legs. The arm of the couch nestled against her tummy and forced her ass and pussy into prime position for him to do whatever he wanted.

  “What are you going to do?” she asked.

  He tapped her butt a couple of times. “What do you want me to do?”

  She shook her head. “No fair. Just do it.”

  He pulled his hands away and she frowned as she wiggled her butt.

  Wade’s hand snaked around her neck and into her hair. He pulled her ponytail holder out then tunneled his fingers into her blonde waves. Tag could see her try to escape the tight grip but Wade wasn’t giving her an inch.

  “Don’t you know, sweet thing? Half the fun is making you beg for it.” Wade’s deep voice held a wealth of dark humor.

  Rebecca ground her pelvis into the arm of the couch.

  Tag quickly grabbed her hips and pulled her off the stimulation. “Oh no, you don’t.”

  “Damn it,” she muttered.

  They held her still and captive between them. Tag could smell the honey musk of her arousal and knew she was in as deep as they were.

  “What do you want, Bex?”

  “Rebecca,” she bit out.

  He tightened his fingers and yanked backward again. “You’ll answer to what I call you whether it’s Bex, or slut, or bitch, or whore. Got it?”

  She moaned and another flare of musk tickled his nose.

  Wade shifted and stared at him. Tension created fine lines at the corner of his eyes and mouth. “Whatever you want her to say, hurry it up. I want her mouth sucking my cock.” His gaze shifted back to Rebecca. He must have liked the expression on her face because his grin turned even darker. “I’m gonna come in your sweet mouth and you’re gonna suck down every drop. Isn’t that right?”

  Her hips rotated in Tag’s hands and he nearly lost his hold.

  “Yes,” she said on a long moan. “Yes.”

  “Tell Tag what you want then get your whore’s mouth on my cock.”

  The shudder that ripped through her was long and strong.

  “Please, Sir, spank my ass.” The plea sounded as though it came from her very soul. “Spank me while I suck Wade’s cock then fuck me, Sir. Fuck me hard and long and deep.”

  “God, yes,” Wade said with a gasp. He yanked and Tag heard her gag and choke as Wade’s dick filled her mouth and throat.

  Tag gave her a few seconds to find a rhythm then let go of her hips. She gyrated upward as her body pleaded for his touch.

  He swept his hands up the insides of her thighs and cupped her pussy. “Damn, her cunt is wetter than a fire hose,” he told Wade.

  “So’s her mouth,” his friend bit out.

  Tag wiped her juices on her ass. He would have liked to taste her but he knew the moisture would help impart a more emphatic sting.

  He swung his palm upward and caught the bottom edge of her ass. She jerked forward and Wade gasped.

  Tag switched sides and slapped again. Once more she fell forward.

  Wade lifted his head. He was smiling widely. “Every time you do that, her mouth takes me deeper and deeper. Keep going and I’ll be fucking her throat in no time.”

  A muffled groan and slight head shake came from Rebecca.

  Tag took a step to the left and started raining blows on her ass. He didn’t vary the strength or speed but he peppered her entire b
ottom with slaps until she danced beneath him.

  She gagged and choked a few times on Wade’s cock but didn’t try to pull away.

  Tag paused and dipped his fingers between her pussy lips. He found her absolutely drenched.

  His dick throbbed in anticipation.

  Wade groaned and his free hand cupped her swaying tit. He squeezed until his fingertips disappeared into her flesh. Rebecca jerked and howled around his cock.

  Tag couldn’t resist the allure of her enticing body any longer. He bent his knees and slid the almost-painfully hard length of his cock along her dripping sheath.

  Rebecca shuddered and stilled.

  “No teeth,” Wade said. He sounded as though he’d been running a marathon uphill.

  Tag eased a foot alongside Rebecca’s and pushed outward. She didn’t move.

  “Spread your legs a bit wider,” he said.

  Her butt jerked up and down in sync with her head on Wade’s dick but her feet remained where they were. Tag smacked her butt hard enough to leave his handprint in delicious red.

  Rebecca arched and tried to twist around but Wade’s hand in her hair prevented it. “Careful,” he warned. “You bite me and it’ll be a lot worse than his hand slapping your ass.”

  Her low, throaty moan told them both she was debating her options.

  Tag chuckled and stroked her back. “Spread your legs, honey. I want to sink my cock in your tight pussy. We can get rougher later.”

  A long groan issued from her but she obediently sidled her legs apart.

  Tag fitted the head of his dick to her wet entrance and slowly pushed inward. He gasped as her heat enveloped him. Her muscles throbbed around his shaft like greedy fingers.

  He battled the urge to spill right then and there. She was tight and hot and slick. She was everything he’d expected but he’d not been prepared for the reality of being inside of her.

  The further he pushed, the lower her head went on Wade’s dick. He could see the tortured look on his friend’s face as he, too, sought to hold back his orgasm.

  Tag eased deeper into her channel until his balls lightly smacked her wet lips.

  Rebecca pushed back on him and wiggled her hips from side to side.

  Wade shifted on the couch. He lifted her up by the shoulders and thrust his hips up, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her throat.

  Rebecca immediately responded with a tight squeeze on Tag’s cock. He gripped her ass and pulled back until just the tip of his cock hung at her wet pussy lips. He closed his eyes as he slid all the way in once more.

  The pace he chose was slow and torturous to them both. He could feel her desire soaring ever higher. He could feel the grasping impatience of her pussy as she tried to keep him deep inside of her.

  She moaned low and continuous around Wade’s cock as it slammed into her mouth.

  “Fuck,” Wade shouted suddenly. His hips shot upward and he pulled her down. “Fuck, suck it, bitch. Suck my cock.”

  Tag picked up his pace. His fingers dug deeper into the soft globes of her butt as he fucked her hard and deep.

  Rebecca jerked between them as though her body were controlled by a puppeteer’s hands. Soft keening sounds issued from her throat and he could feel her pussy tightening and pulsing on his dick.

  Sweat pooled on his temple and slid down his throat to splash on her sweet bucking ass.

  “Ah, take it,” Wade yelled and stilled. His head fell back. His face was a mask of ecstasy.

  Rebecca’s pussy clamped down on Tag’s cock as she responded with her own orgasm. Juicy heat soaked the sensitive head of his dick and he gasped then thrust as deep into her pussy as he could. His fingers dug hard into her ass flesh as he groaned and poured out seed deep inside of her.

  “Oh God,” she whimpered as she writhed on him. “It’s so hot. Your cum is so fucking hot.”

  She bowed her head and swayed her ass backward on his now-still dick. Tag caressed her butt and hips through the entire orgasm until she shuddered and splayed along Wade’s chest.

  To Tag’s chagrin, his knees shook and his heart pounded so loudly he could barely hear her soft sighs of contentment.

  Tag lurched around the edge of the couch and scooted her legs upward to drop onto the soft cushion. He drew her thighs onto his own and stroked.

  She trembled and shook.

  Wade pushed her blonde hair from her eyes and kissed the tip of her nose. “Hey. You okay?”

  Tag tensed as he waited for her response. They hadn’t been tender. They hadn’t been gentlemen. But damn, it had been a great fuck.

  A luscious, satisfied sigh whispered from her. She braced one hand along Wade’s strong chest and grasped the back of the couch with the other. She stared at them in turn.

  She swallowed and shook her head as if she were trying to orient herself. “That was incredible,” she said. She looked back at him with a wide smile. His heart tripped hard.

  Tag’s tension eased. He felt Wade’s muscles relax. They shared a grin.

  Tag trailed his fingers up the smooth back expanse of her thigh and gently patted her ass. “Good,” he said. “But that was just the appetizer.”

  Chapter Nine

  “You failed.”

  The cold words were spoken in an even icier tone.

  “I’m sorry, sir. Cain and Shepherd showed up before I could get the computer out.”

  “They have it now. It seems I will have to clean up this latest mess of yours.”

  The line went silent.

  He didn’t know how to respond. He swallowed hard. “What should I do?”

  “Get out of town like I told you to yesterday.”

  He gnawed on his bottom lip. “I can’t,” he said. “They’ll know.”

  “So? You didn’t give your real name. They have nothing to connect you to anything. If it makes you feel better, tell them you had an emergency come up and you have to take care of it.” A disgusted sigh echoed down the line. “Do I have to think of everything?”

  “No, sir,” he said quickly. His mind raced. He could tell one of the ladies that his grandmother had taken ill. They’d spread the word in no time and his escape from Freedom would be both swift and explained. They’d have no cause to track him down.

  “Although…”

  He snapped his attention back to the boss.

  “Although I do hate having loose ends down there. I was looking forward to seeing Cain go to jail. I can’t imagine he’d do well confined like that. He always did have a bit of claustrophobia.”

  “I heard they had some DNA evidence,” he said. He’d freaked out when he’d learned of that from Sadie. He’d been so damn careful. Apparently he hadn’t been careful enough. He knew it had been a mistake to allow his feelings to interfere with business. But Fischer made him so damn mad. The sheer joy of dispatching the man had made him gleeful and careless.

  “I’ve got my ears on it. You’ll be the first to know if they ID you.”

  He waited. Would his boss offer some sort of escape plan when they identified him? It was only a matter of time. His DNA was in the system.

  “Should I take Cain out, sir? Discreetly, of course.”

  “Not yet. What do you know about his investigation into Fischer’s looting?”

  “Um. Not much.” Hell, he didn’t know jack shit. That situation had not been high on his priority list when he’d rolled into Freedom. He’d had one mission: get rid of Fischer and frame the sheriff.

  One down, one blown to hell.

  “Not. Much.”

  The slowly drawled words held enough venom to fell an elephant.

  “I’ll get right on it,” he spit out. “I’ll use all my investigative skills to dig out whatever you need.”

  “As you should have done already.”

  “Yes, sir.” He swallowed hard. “I’ll find out if they know anything. What if they do?”

  A light tapping sound filled the telephone line. He knew the boss was tapping his cigar cutter on the edge of
his desk. He always did when he was thinking.

  “Make sure nothing points back to me. If necessary, create a fake trail. Damn it, we need that computer.”

  “It’s gone, sir,” he said without thinking.

  “I know that, you dumb ass.” A sharp and indrawn breath rattled in his ear. “Find out what they know and take appropriate steps to protect me.”

  The boss disconnected.

  He looked at the disposable cell in his hand and noted the tremor that shook it. He was in too deep. The boss would never let him live. He couldn’t.

  Maybe Fischer had the right idea. He rose and dropped the phone on the bed then headed for his own computer. He booted it up then pulled out a cigar and lit it. The acrid smoke burned his eyes and the soft vanilla scent filled his lungs. Both were comforting in their own way.

  His heart slowed down and his mind cleared of the panic which had threatened to overtake him.

  He pulled out the desk chair and opened a document. He needed an escape plan. And he knew to whom he would send his failsafe strategy. Richard Wingate owed him more than one favor, and if this meant cashing all of them in at one time, then he would. Better alive than dead with a fistful of useless IOUs.

  * * * *

  Wade bent his head beneath the warm spray of water and let it cascade over his back. He was still in a bit of shock from the evening of lust and sex that had just transpired. The water sluiced along his skin and pooled on his still-sensitive dick.

  Rebecca was a great cocksucker. He chuckled as he twisted off the water and pulled down a towel.

  “Who would have thought a blueblood lawyer could be so raunchy?”

  Rebecca’s naughty nature had both surprised and thrilled him. He couldn’t wait to continue the sexual odyssey. He had a feeling Rebecca was a playmate he—and Tag, odd as that was—could mold and tease as much as they wanted. Despite their long-standing friendship, he and Tag had never engaged in a threesome before. He thought of Olivia and Jake and Hudson and his grin grew wider. It worked for them. Why not give it a shot?

  He rubbed the towel over his head then finished drying off. He wrapped the large blue towel around his hips and opened the door. Rebecca stood outside. Her arms were crossed and a half-glare, half-smile flitted across her mouth. “What’s wrong with being a blueblood lawyer?”