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

by Jennifer August

  The door swooshed shut in the silence of the office.

  Rebecca rolled her eyes as she broke free of Wade’s embrace. She bent and picked up her bags. “Don’t mind Boone, he always had a flair for the dramatic.”

  Tag nearly choked on his laughter. “That expressionless wolf? Never.”

  She nodded. “Oh, yes. The stories I could tell you.”

  Another twinge of jealousy nipped at him and he pushed it away. The past was the past and the future remained undecided.

  “You ready to go?” Wade asked.

  “Yes,” she replied. “If Tag is.”

  “Let me radio Carson and Stewart to let them know, then we’ll bug out.”

  He felt her eyes on him the entire way back to his office. He watched as she and Wade moved through the office, shutting down computers and turning off lights. Wade hovered near enough to help but he didn’t encroach on her personal space.

  His best friend had always been that way. His generous and giving nature was often taken advantage of but he’d proved more than once he was a good partner to have in a hairy situation. Tag wouldn’t have it any other way.

  Perhaps that’s why sharing Rebecca with him felt so right.

  Tag put the radio away and gathered his gear. He automatically checked the latches on his gun, Taser, and cuffs. All were properly secured. He snatched his hat from the rack and made his way to Wade and Rebecca. “Let’s roll.”

  In the small parking lot in front of the sheriff’s building, they had a discussion about who she would ride home with.

  “Just choose,” he told her.

  “No way.”

  Tag looked at Wade. He fully expected his friend to capitulate and give her to Tag for the ride. The mulish set of his jaw said otherwise.

  “Fine,” Tag snapped. “We’ll settle this properly. Rock, paper, scissors.”

  As Rebecca giggled, he and Wade went through the time-honored tradition. Wade’s rock lost to his paper.

  “But you always throw scissors,” Wade said.

  Tag winked as he led Rebecca to his yellow Charger. “Not always. See you at the house. Try not to get any tickets.”

  * * * *

  Rebecca breathed a sigh of relief when they made it safely to Tag’s house. She hadn’t expected any trouble but the texts had her on edge. Her emotions ranged from fury to fear and damned near every volatile passion in between. The raw edges of her nerves were frayed in a way she’d rarely experienced. Every part of her seemed hypersensitive and aware. The way Tag’s khaki’s cupped his ass as he walked into the kitchen set off a round of tingles in her palm. She curled her fingers tightly to prevent herself from reaching out and grabbing him. Not that she thought he’d mind. In fact, she thought he’d probably enjoy it. She knew she would. Rebecca crossed her arms and surreptitiously cupped the underside of her left breast. A soft moan escaped her at the tiny caress. Stress relief was an immediate need and she knew the perfect method.

  She just hoped Tag and Wade were up for it.

  Her nerves jangled in riotous bursts. She was nervous as hell to even ask them to full-out Dom her. Based on the ease with which they’d spanked and controlled her the night before, she was pretty sure they played in the realm. But to what extent? Rebecca hated not being certain, but asking their kink preferences was daunting especially since all she’d ever done was play online. Typing such a scandalous request into the computer was a hell of a lot easier than asking two beautiful, flesh-and-blood men to Dom her. Rebecca’s neck throbbed as the tension ratcheted even higher.

  “Hey.” Wade’s big hand cupped the exact spot on her nape that bothered her.

  She groaned and let her head fall forward as his fingers gently massaged her skin.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  “Mm-hmm. I am now.”

  Tag walked back into the room. He held a frosty beer in each hand and a scowl on his face. Rebecca smiled.

  “Damn, you got here fast.”

  Wade’s hand slid from her neck down her spine and elicited all sorts of goose-bump-raising responses. “Yep. No tickets, either. One of those for me?”

  Before Tag could respond, Rebecca arched and nuzzled lightly against Wade’s broad chest. His hand splayed along the flare of her ass and she almost purred with delight.

  Instead, she lifted her palm up to Tag. “Hey, let’s hold off on the drinks for a few minutes, okay?”

  Wade’s fingers tightened on her butt and Tag looked puzzled.

  “Why?” they asked in unison.

  The question made her nervous again. She cleared her throat. Rebecca disengaged from Wade and turned so she could see both men at the same time. A deep breath and a quickly whispered plea that she was right and she plunged into the conversation she desperately hoped would end with them in the bedroom. Immediately.

  “Bondage and alcohol don’t mix.”

  Surprise swept over Wade’s face. His left eyebrow shot up.

  Tag nodded slowly even as a satisfied smile lifted his full lips. He set the bottles down on the table and stepped closer. “That’s a good rule to play by. You said before that you walked away from the scene during college. Does this mean you play now? How often?”

  Now that the moment was here Rebecca found herself tongue-tied and shy. She ducked her head but he caught her in a strong grip and tilted her eyes to meet his. “I asked you a question.”

  The thread of command in his voice thrilled her and a portion of her tension dissolved.

  Wade shouldered his way into the conversation and bumped her backward a step. He caught her around the waist. His grasp was as sure and firm as Tag’s had been.

  “You’re going to have to spell it out for us, Rebecca. Answer the question, then tell us exactly what you want.”

  They formed a wide, immovable wall in front of her. Heat and desire poured from both men. Rebecca’s breasts tightened in response.

  For a moment she thought about forcing them to put into words what she wanted but threw the notion out. She licked her lips and heaved a deep breath then smiled widely. “I would very much like to explore the depths of real bondage tonight with both of you.”

  Wade smiled with approval.

  Tag nodded again. “Are you actively in the life?”

  “I play online. Just cyber stuff.”

  “Internet role-playing?” Wade’s voice was sharp, almost disapproving.

  She lifted her chin. “Yes. I’m careful.”

  He snorted. “No such thing, honey. I wouldn’t need more than two minutes playing with you to figure out your real-life persona.”

  She blanched.

  “Knock it off,” Tag ordered. “You’re scaring her.”

  “Good. She should be scared. You have a reputation to maintain, Rebecca. Playing online can come back to bite you in the ass. Someone out there probably knows who you are. You never know what someone will do.”

  She thought of the packages delivered to her office then shivered.

  Tag moved closer. “That’s a conversation for another day.” He slid his hand down the back of her elbow and arm to tangle their fingers. “Let’s talk about what you want to have happen tonight.”

  His touch eased the fear. He made her feel safe and protected. His nearness encapsulated her like the warmest bear hug in the world.

  Wade sighed. He cupped her shoulder and squeezed. “Sorry, Bex. Tag’s right.” His blue eyes sparked with an intensity that had her gasping. “Let’s talk about this.”

  She licked her lips and tried to shrug but their firm grasps prevented even that small movement. “It’s simple, really. I’m at the edge of my last nerve and it’s getting trampled even as we speak. Every part of my body feels taut and ready to snap at the least little provocation. I’m out of control and a bundle of nerves inside.”

  Wade made a sound of comfort.

  “What do you think will help?” Tag asked.

  This was it. Her very last chance to back out. “I was hoping for a spanking. And more.”r />
  “Such as?” Tag demanded.

  “I like the idea of being held down and immobile. Knowing I can’t move or deny you any part of my body gets me incredibly hot and wet.” The words flowed like potent wine. Each heady one gave her more daring to ask for what she really wanted.

  “How sensitive are your breasts?” Wade asked.

  She frowned and bobbled her head. “Meh. Not too sensitive. I’ve never done anything with them.”

  Wade dropped his hand to the hem of her shirt and slipped his palm along her belly. Her stomach muscles contracted.

  Tag squeezed her fingers. “I think we need some exploration but not all in one night. Tell us how we can help you tonight. What’s going to satisfy you so much you’re able to let go of the tension you’ve got balled up inside?”

  She wanted them to do every- and anything to her but knew they wouldn’t. Tag was a by-the-book kind of guy. Playing in bondage meant following the rules. She could probably corrupt Wade but then she’d have to deal with Tag’s version of punishment and she knew instinctively she would not enjoy it.

  “She looks conflicted,” Wade said. “How about top three? Not including sex.” He grinned at the last remark and she smiled in return.

  “Okay. Top three. Spanking, that’s an easy one. I really liked it last night. A lot.”

  “We could tell,” Tag said with a wide grin that sent spasms running through her pussy and all over her butt cheeks. “When you’re done with your list, you’ll have to tell us what draws you to spanking so much. Continue.”

  His imperious command made her heart beat a little faster. “Being immobilized is up there. Lastly, gosh, I just don’t know. There’s so many choices.”

  “Pick one,” Tag ordered.

  Wade dug his fingernails into her soft flesh and she jerked.

  “Seems like she’s having some trouble deciding,” he said. “Want some help?”

  She offered him a grateful look. “Yes, please.”

  His blue eyes darkened to smoky sapphire. “I really like your tits. I’m intrigued by the fact you think they aren’t all that sensitive.” His nostrils flared and his hand inched upward, just grazing her bra. “We’re going to do a little breast bondage.”

  She nearly convulsed in orgasm at his matter-of-fact statement.

  “Bingo,” Tag said softly. “You like being controlled.”

  “Maybe,” she said hastily. “I don’t think I want to be grabbed by the hair and thrown around like a doll or anything. And I still have a strong mind and will.”

  “You don’t have to tell us that,” Wade said. “It’s written all over you.”

  She wasn’t sure if he meant it as a compliment or not.

  Tag let go of her hand. “I don’t know why I didn’t pick up on your submissive nature before.”

  “Is that something you can do?” Rebecca asked, suddenly aghast. “Is it obvious like that?”

  “Sometimes,” Tag said. “But don’t worry, you keep it pretty well hidden.”

  Rebecca breathed a sigh of relief then tipped her head to study them. “So I was right. You have done this before.”

  Tag shrugged. “A time or two.”

  His mild nonanswer prodded her temper. “I’m trying to make sure you know what you’re doing.”

  Tag’s brows lowered as he smirked. “I do. Question is, do you? Are you sure about this?”

  “God, yes,” she said fervently. “I need this. I need it.”

  “Then pick your safe word, Bex, and let’s get started.”

  She was tempted to say Boone just to tweak their noses but figured that would play out harshly on her butt in less than pleasant ways. Besides, she wanted something special. Something just for them. “Trio.”

  Wade grinned. “Good one.” His fingers splayed to encompass the skin just beneath her jeans waistband. “It’s the perfect word for a woman who’s the sole focus of two very aroused and experienced men whose only intention is to give her pleasure.”

  “Oh, God.” The words tumbled from her parched throat.

  He leaned close and nibbled at her jaw. “Get ready, sugar. It’s gonna get hot in here.”

  He withdrew his hand and she whimpered at the loss of his heat. “Go jump in the shower. Tag and I are going to get things ready.”

  She didn’t ask because she didn’t want to know. Whatever surprises they had in store for her she wanted to remain that way.

  “Wait,” Tag ordered.

  She turned from the doorway. “What?”

  “You didn’t tell us why the idea of spanking is such a turn on for you.”

  Her entire body felt like it was blushing. “Isn’t it enough that it is?”

  “Nope.”

  Rebecca examined her fingernails and mumbled a response.

  Tag was at her side in one long stride.

  Her head jerked up when he slapped her butt. It stung. A lot. Her pussy clamored for more.

  He wrapped her ponytail in his hand and tugged backward until her neck protested the strain.

  “Looking for punishment?”

  “No,” she replied.

  “Then answer the question.”

  The pounding of her heart competed with the thumping beat in her clit. Yes. This is what I want. What I need.

  She almost came from the anticipation.

  “I imagine the burn and the sound of being spanked and it turns me on. I wonder how my ribs will feel pressed against a man’s knees as I’m draped over his legs.” Once she started she couldn’t keep the words from tumbling out. “How is my ass going to jiggle when it’s smacked? How will your palm feel as it strikes every inch of my butt. Can I come just from squirming to avoid the blows even as I know it’s not allowed? I think about the force and strength of your arm clamped over my back to hold me still.” She stared at him. “That’s what excites me about being spanked.”

  Tag’s green eyes contracted and seethed. He swooped down and pressed a hard and fast kiss to her lips then released her hair. “Go take a shower,” he ordered in a hoarse voice.

  Rebecca turned with a grin.

  She had a feeling sitting down tomorrow was going to be an interesting proposition.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Tag sat on the edge of his king bed and peeled off his shoes and black socks. He stood and unzipped his pants.

  “Why are you scowling?” Wade asked. He sat in the wingback chair, untying his sneakers.

  “I can’t believe I didn’t pick up on her submissiveness. I see it clear as day all over her face.”

  Wade snorted then stood and shucked his jeans and underwear. He already sported a huge erection.

  “That’s bullshit and you know it. The only reason you think you see it is because she told us.”

  Tag unbuttoned and shrugged out of his shirt then pulled his undershirt over his head. “Yeah, I guess so.”

  “I know so. Lighten up. On yourself,” Wade said with a grin. “Not on her. How are we going to play this?”

  Tag tugged his underwear off then gathered his clothes and stuffed them in a hamper. He pulled back the coverlet and sheets before sitting down. He clasped his hands between his legs and smiled at his friend. “She’s such a handful I think she needs a serious dose of double Domming. Let’s test her a bit first and see how much she can really handle. If she’s only played on the web she might have a more romantic idea of what she wants and reality might hurt too much.”

  Wade nodded. “Good point.”

  Tag heard her padding up the hallway. He rose as she appeared in the door. His breath caught at the delicate picture she made. Her damp blonde hair curled softly around her face and she was swaddled neck to calves in his blue robe. The arms hung loosely on her and she twisted the fabric between her fingers.

  Small droplets of water clung to her slim legs before lazily traveling down her skin to land on her pink painted toes. She licked her lips and waggled her head between them.

  Tag held out his hand. “Come here.”

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nbsp; Her steps were light yet unhesitating. She placed her fingers in his palm and stared up at him. The trust in her eyes coupled with blazing need made his cock surge.

  The movement caught her gaze and she looked down then smiled. “Mm. Is that for me?” The anticipatory purr had him holding back his own smile.

  He wanted to help her lose control and relax. Grinning like an idiot would probably not instill much confidence in her about his Dom abilities.

  “If you’re good. Take the robe off.”

  Wade rose and stood next to him with his arms crossed over his muscular chest.

  Rebecca hesitated only a fraction of an instant but it was enough. They knew what she wanted and the time for allowing her control was long past. She would not top them from the bottom no matter how hard she tried.

  He maintained a stony glare.

  “Sorry,” she said and fumbled with the tie. She’d knotted it several times probably so it wouldn’t fall off of her.

  “I have a knife,” Wade offered.

  “No,” she said. “I’ve got it.” The belt loosened and the blue terry fell open exposing the pale strip of her torso and the trimmed patch of her honey-colored pubic hair. She cleared her throat and gave a lopsided grin. “I don’t know why I’m nervous. It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked.”

  “Right. Drop it.” Tag didn’t bother with niceties. He was ready to feel her ass under his palm.

  She did, then straightened. Her tits stood out plumply on her chest. The berry-colored nipples were large and stiff in their eagerness. Rebecca cocked her head. “Question?”

  Tag sighed. “Ask.”

  “Uh, how do I address you?” Her finger snaked into a wet tendril and twisted. “I mean do you like Sir, or Master, or Daddy, or what?”

  “Ew, God, no Daddy, please,” Wade muttered. “That freaks me the fuck out. I have a kid, you know.”

  She laughed and her shoulders relaxed.

  “I’m not big into labels,” Tag said. “I like obedience.” He gave her a wolfish smile. “I like it when sweet little things like you mess up and I get to correct you the way I see fit.”