The Wranglers' Sexy Fugitive [The Wranglers of Bear Mountain 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Marla Monroe

  “Feisty little thing, aren’t you, Shelby? Can’t wait to sink my cock inside that sweet ass. Not tonight, but one day soon. Tonight, we’re taking care of you,” Dalton told her.

  Bo chose that moment to push one finger inside of her as he lapped at her juices with his tongue. He slowly pumped the long digit in and out of her cunt, swirling the finger all around before adding a second one.

  “Ah! So good. More, Bo. Harder,” she begged.

  “Easy, kitten,” he panted. “Don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t. Please, Bo.”

  He increased his speed but didn’t get harder to her frustration. They were treating her like spun glass. She wanted more, needed it. Even as he devoured her with his mouth, his fingers moved over a sweet spot that left her seeing starts.

  She jerked and groaned when he hit it again. When he growled against her clit and rubbed over that special place over and over, she knew he’d realized what he’d found and was going to kill her with pleasure. Every nerve in her body tightened until she was sure she’d break into a thousand tiny pieces. So much pressure. So much need.

  Without any warning, he lightly bit her clit and sucked as he pressed harder against her sweet spot. Dalton twisted one nipple while he bit and pulled on the other. Every fiber, every cell exploded inside of her. She was sure her body turned inside out before righting itself again. She screamed but Dalton took it into his mouth until she had no breath left.

  Bo slowly lapped at her pussy as he withdrew his fingers. For several seconds, her body continued to jerk as tiny aftershocks kept her from catching her breath. At last, she’d settled down long enough to realize that the two men had changed places. Now Dalton was between her legs and Bo had already started licking her breasts. He looked up and kissed her lightly on the lips, his lips coating hers with her cum. She’d never tasted herself, but coming off of Bo’s lips, it was good.

  “Sweet natáyo. Nitsiniiyi’taki, thank you for letting me give you pleasure. Already I want to taste you again, but if I don’t let Dalton have his turn, we’d become enemies instead of blood brothers.” Bo closed his eyes and sighed. “I would die a happy man between your legs, Shelby.”

  She didn’t know what to say to that. It brought home the fact that she wouldn’t be there when they returned from their overnight camping trip. Suddenly sadness overwhelmed her. She had to fight to stop the tears from falling. She wouldn’t end this night with tears.

  Dalton seemed to be thinking the same thing since he picked that moment to run his stiffened tongue through her slit, reawakening the nerves in her pussy. He fucked her with his tongue before twirling it around her even more sensitive clit. The little nub would need a lighter touch after the amazing climax Bo had given her. Dalton apparently knew this because though he licked all around it and sucked on her pussy lips, he didn’t directly stimulate the swollen bundle of nerves. Instead, he teased them while he ate her pussy like it was his favorite treat in the world.

  She didn’t think she could climax again anytime soon, but his enthusiasm as he licked, nipped, and sucked her between her legs, gave Shelby no doubt that she would get close. If they let her rest a bit, she would totally fly apart again.

  As if he knew this, Dalton stood up and slowly removed his shirt, unbuttoning it down to where it disappeared in the waistband of his jeans. To her surprise, he unfastened his jeans and pulled the shirt tail out so he could finish with the shirt. Once he’d shrugged the once crisp white shirt from his shoulders to drop at his feet, he began to remove his boots.

  Shelby had a moment to wonder why he was undressing before her attention was snagged by Bo doing the exact same thing next to her on the bed. Their eyes met and he stopped mid motion as if waiting for her to give him some sign as to if he should stop or not. She only had a moment’s hesitation before she smiled and reached out to touch the bare skin of his lower abdomen with her fingers. The muscles rippled beneath her fingers and he sighed, closing his eyes for a second before opening them and returning to his task of undressing.

  When she looked back, Dalton was completely nude, standing at the foot of the bed, waiting for her see him. He stood proud like the amazing man he was. Slightly heftier than his friend, Bo, Dalton’s chest was wider and though he had washboard abs, she didn’t think they were as chiseled as Bo’s seemed to be. But oh did he make her mouth water with the way his long black hair, now free of its fastening, spread around his shoulders to trail down his chest. A hint of a tattoo of some type covered the pectoral muscle over his heart while mirrored tribal bands circled both upper arms.

  Shelby desperately wanted to see the one over his heart but couldn’t resist following the thin trail of hair down to the long hard dick that reached all the way up to his navel. Even though he had no hair on his chest, he did have a small thatch surrounding the base of his cock. Heavy balls hung from between his legs, making her mouth water to suck them into her mouth.

  “Ma to tsa kit, take me, little one. I need you,” Dalton said.

  Chapter Nine

  Dalton wanted to take his words back the moment they were out of his mouth. This wasn’t about him. It was supposed to be about her, giving her a reason to want to stay with them and give them a chance of making her happy. Before he could stop her, she’d crawled to the edge of the bed and was cupping his balls in one hand.

  “They’re so heavy. I guess they feel like how my breasts feel to me when I’m walking around without a bra on,” she said with a soft smile as she looked up at him.

  He couldn’t get a word out if his life depended on it. Dalton was afraid that if he said a word, it would all disappear and it felt too damn good to have her hands on his cock and balls. As her hand closed around the base of his shaft, he hissed out in a mixture of sweet pain and pleasure. It was almost too good to be true. He vowed he wouldn’t close his eyes and miss anything, but the urge was there when she squeezed his dick with her dainty hand.

  “Yes,” he hissed out and closed his hand around hers to show her that he liked the tight hold she’d initially had on him.

  “It doesn’t hurt for me to squeeze that hard?” she asked with a slight frown.

  “No, little one. It feels even better.”

  Bo crawled back on the bed to sit slightly behind her. “Most men like it a little rough, kitten.”

  “I’m scared of hurting him,” she admitted.

  “You won’t, little one. Even if you did, it wouldn’t be on purpose and I’ll be just fine.” Dalton guided her hand wrapped tightly around his hard dick, up and down his shaft. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

  When he let go of her hand, she continued to stroke his dick just as he’d shown her, rubbing over the crown and spreading the bead of pre-cum around before lowering her hand once more. His balls already ached just from her touch. He’d never last once he got inside her hot, wet pussy. Watching her climax had nearly done him in. She was so damn responsive to them.

  Shelby let go of his cock, taking him by surprise. Before he could say anything, she’d lowered her head and licked lightly across his cockhead, making him hiss in pleasure.

  “Ahhh!” he cried out when she closed her mouth over the crown and sucked while running her tongue over the top again and again.

  When she let go with a soft pop, he was so close to losing it that he had to dig his fingernails into the palms of his hand to hold back. Her mouth had been heaven. This was not going at all as he’d planned. Instead of seducing her into wanting them, she was turning the tables on him at least.

  She grasped the base of his dick once more before cupping his balls in her other hand. Then she lowered her head over his shaft and blew on the tip, sending a shiver up his spine. He gritted his teeth.

  “Holy fuck!”

  Dalton went up on tiptoes when she suddenly engulfed his cock with her mouth, taking him to the back of her throat and then deeper. She bobbed up and down on him, sucking and twirling her tongue around the stalk until he was praying not to come yet. She
had him by the balls, both literally and figuratively. It felt fucking fantastic.

  When he looked over Shelby’s body, he and Bo exchanged looks. Bo could probably see the ecstasy in his tight features because he changed positions and knelt behind their woman and started playing with her pussy.

  “She’s dripping wet, Dalton. I think she likes sucking your cock,” Bo said.

  “Oh, God! I don’t think she has a gag reflex. She’s fucking swallowing my dick.”

  Dalton couldn’t begin to describe how good it felt to have her mouth around him like that. When she rolled her eyes up to watch him as she sucked him all the way down again, he nearly lost it. Her amazing green eyes were dark with lust and heavy with arousal. If he never did another thing in his life, he would make sure she was happy and sated. Even if it killed him.

  He knew the moment that Bo began to enter her pussy by the way she tightened around his cock and moaned. The vibrations of her moans had his toes curling in an effort to hold off his orgasm. She seemed to realize how close he was because she backed off and lightly pinched the back of his dick which notched down the pressure. He expected her to wait before touching him again, but she surprised him by licking up and down his shaft like an all-day sucker.

  “That’s it, little one. Just like that.” Dalton squeezed his eyes shut for only a second to try and halt the erotic sight of her lapping at his balls with her tongue. Instead he settled his gaze over her back where Bo was easing in and out of her pussy. As thick as his blood brother was, Dalton had no doubt she was squeezing his cock like a vise. Next time he’d sink balls deep inside of her, but this felt too good to miss as well. Few women had ever been able to take all of his dick like she was. While Bo was thicker around, Dalton was longer which meant that usually a good inch to an inch and a half never felt the sweet touch of a wet cunt sucking at it.

  He got even less of it sucked, but not with their Shelby. She had him hard enough to pound railroad stakes and hot enough to explode with one touch.

  Just a few more minutes. I don’t want this to end so fast. God, she’s perfect for both of us. I’ve just got to figure out how to convince her to take us both on.

  Bo was fucking her good now, his thick cock moving in and out of her with less drag which meant she’d stretched enough that all of her juices were easing the way for Bo’s shaft. Every time he pushed into her, she moved forward a little. Once she sucked him in again, Bo’s thrusts were going to shove her deeper over his dick. He couldn’t wait.

  Seconds later, she did just that, took him back into her hot, wet orifice and swallowed him down over and over again. The harder Bo fucked her, the deeper she took him until her face bumped his groin with each downward trip.

  “Oh, yeah. Just like that. Oh, hell, Shelby. I can’t hold back. I’m going to come!”

  He barely got the words out before he was shooting his load deep into her throat. She slowly moved off of him until he’d filled her mouth. As he jerked against her, he realized that at some point she’d dug the nails of one hand into his ass cheeks. He’d be sore there tomorrow riding his horse, but it would remind him every minute of the day what she’d given him.

  He gently pulled from her mouth as she swallowed his cum and smiled. He brushed his thumb over the corners of her mouth to catch the small drops that had escaped. Before he could wipe them off, she’d captured it in her mouth and sucked every drop off. His cock twitched as she drew heavily on it. He nearly moaned out loud before she finally let go of it.

  Her smile faltered as pleasure suffused her face. Bo had her ass cheeks spread wide and was pounding into her, his face a mask of determination. Whoever had said the face of sex was ugly and deformed didn’t understand pleasure and how it tore one apart and remade them. His best friend and blood brother could vouch for that as he swore before losing his rhythm before he came. Shelby dug her fingers into his thighs as she screamed into the bed sheets to keep from waking anyone that might hear her.

  Dalton quickly pulled Shelby to the side when Bo all but collapsed on top of her. His friend had a silly grin on his face and was huffing like a freight train. Shelby looked content and happy as she panted on her side. Dalton climbed up on the other side of her and brushed her sweaty wet hair out of her eyes. Then he kissed her nose.

  “Mmm. That was wonderful.” She didn’t open her eyes.

  “It was more than wonderful, little bit. It was amazing. Wonderfully amazing even.”

  She chuckled weakly. “I think you wore me out.”

  Bo huffed next to her. “I know you wore me out. I don’t think I can move.”

  Dalton didn’t want to move either. He liked lying next to her, skin to skin. Hot and sticky from earth-shattering sex and comfortable with each other to not let it bother them. His world didn’t get any better than this.

  The three of them remained like that long enough that he felt Shelby begin to shiver as her moist skin cooled off. He couldn’t allow her to catch a cold like that. Groaning, he forced his stiff joints to move so he could put her in bed and cover her up.

  “What are you doing?” she asked in a sleepy voice.

  “Getting you dried off and into bed. It’s late or early and we’ve got a trail to ride tomorrow,” he told her.

  Bo groaned as he rolled off the other side of the bed and helped Dalton situate the covers so that Shelby was safely tucked in. They took turns kissing her goodnight.

  “We’ll lock the main lock on our way out and the downstairs door will be locked, too,” Bo told her.

  “Mmmm.” She wasn’t really paying them any attention.

  Dalton grinned over at his friend as they picked up their clothes and carried them into the living area so they wouldn’t disturb Shelby.

  “I’m not sure how I’m going to be able to wait two days to see her again,” Bo said.

  Dalton shoved his feet into his boots without socks. He wasn’t going far, it would be okay. When he buttoned up his shirt, he didn’t bother tucking it in and left the top two buttons undone as well.

  “I’m with you, but we don’t have a lot of choice. At least she’s close by when we do get back.” Dalton couldn’t wait. Seeing her again was at the top of his agenda.

  “Make sure that lock is secure,” Bo said as they walked out of the apartment.

  Dalton double checked the door before they hurried down the stairs. They’d probably only get about four hours sleep before they had to get up and get ready for the camping ride. He figured that the sooner they got started the sooner they could return to spend time with their Shelby. He had no doubts that he was half in love with her if not all the way. All of his waking thoughts were for her and his dreams ranged from highly erotic to heartbreakingly sweet. He could see himself spending the rest of his life sharing her with his blood brother. Thoughts of her heavy with their child had his cock growing hard all over again.

  Once they’d reached their area over the store, Bo looked at him before opening his door. Dalton could see the worry on his friend’s face. Why was Bo worried? They’d just spent the best night of their lives with the woman they were destined to marry.

  “What is it, Bo?

  “Something’s not quite right. I could feel it in the wind as we walked home. There is a change coming and I fear it will affect Shelby and us.”

  “If there’s danger nearby, we should go look for it.” Dalton started to turn around to head back outside.

  “It’s not that kind of danger, nis-kun’,” Bo said with a sad turn of his mouth.

  “Tsa aa ni sta pii wa tsi ksi. What is it?” Dalton asked.

  “I’m not sure, but there is a dark cloud over us and the ill wind that blows speaks of treachery.” Bo shook his head. “All we can do is wait for it to unfold and deal with it once we know more.”

  Bo’s words sat heavy in his heart as he prepared to catch a few hours of sleep. Only his sleep was filled with dreams of some unknown enemy stalking Shelby and they were helpless to help her.

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nbsp; Shelby had never felt as sick to her stomach as she did now. Usually when she ran she just packed what she could and took off, but the twins had been so good to her, as had Billy Jean and everyone at the ranch. This time she would tell them that she had to leave and how sorry she was. They would probably make her feel bad, but it was nothing more than what she deserved, leaving them without notice as she was.

  Everything in the office was totally up today, and she’d kept tedious notes on what she did on a daily, weekly, monthly, and quarterly basis so that anyone could follow her work without confusion. Her little apartment was clean and all of her things already loaded into the little Nissan Sentra that still ran, though just barely.

  The loud gurgling of her belly reminded her that she’d missed breakfast finishing up her notes and plotting her escape. Not that she would have been able to keep anything down as nervous as she was. Funny, she was more nervous about talking to Laramie or Laredo than she was scared at who was keeping tabs on her. She’d searched every nook and cranny of her car to be sure they hadn’t already managed to stick a tracker on the car. Since she hadn’t found one, Shelby assumed they hadn’t actually made it out to the ranch. They knew where she was, so why take a chance that someone would spot them and call the sheriff?

  Lifting her hand once more, Shelby finally let it rap against the wood door of Laredo’s office. Her eyes burned with unshed tears just as her knuckles did from the hard wood of the door.

  “Come in.” Laredo’s muffled voice reached her through the solid wood door.

  She opened the door and stuck just her head in. The room was empty except for the man himself sitting behind his desk frowning at his computer screen.

  “Um, do you have a minute, Mr. Marshall?” she asked, proud of the lack of tremor in her voice.

  “Hi, Shelby. Come on in. I told you not to call me that. My dad’s Mr. Marshall, not me.” He stood up and motioned her into the chair across from him.