by Sofia Hunt
“That’s what Brooke tells me,” Brent Black, Brooke’s current boyfriend, answered.
“Who’d be crazy enough to stalk that bitch?” The third voice belonged to Larry Maguire. Mitzi hadn’t seen him since he quit the circuit last year and blamed her for his poor performance in bed and out.
“Hell, it’s probably another one of her ploys for attention.”
“I pity the man who stalks her if she gets a hold of him. She’ll castrate him and hang him by his dick on the flagpole.”
The men chuckled. Mitzi bristled. How dare they make light of a serious situation.
“What’s with Backstrom and Yates? They’re hanging around her like flies to a pile of shit.”
“They’ve gotta be getting some.”
“Both of them at the same time?”
“Damn it all to hell. I’d love some of that action.”
“Who wouldn’t?”
“Not me, I’ve had my fill of that woman.”
“I’d like to see her pay for all the guys she’s fucked with.” Mitzi’s breath caught in her throat. One of these cowboys might be the stalker. She couldn’t make out who’d just spoken as the voices grew more distant.
More laughter. “Yeah, so would I.”
“Wouldn’t we all?”
“Whatever happens, I hope she gets what she deserves.”
The voices faded as they walked out of the barn.
Standing on shaky knees, Mitzi stared at her shaking hands. Word travelled fast on the circuit, and both of her secrets—her stalker and her lovers—didn’t appear to be secrets anymore.
Even worse, one of those men who she’d known and respected for years might know more than he was admitting.
* * * *
Jonah spotted Mitzi near the arena fence staring at the calves in the corral. He ambled over to her, but she didn’t look at him. Deep in thought, she continued to stare off in the distance.
Jonah chucked Mitzi under the chin and laid a gentle kiss on her lips. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, darlin’?”
She turned her head away. “Nice-looking calves, aren’t they?” Mitzi chewed on her lower lip, a habit he’d come to recognize when she was worried.
“They look like any other calf. What’s really on your mind?” He put his arm around her shoulders and tucked her under his arm, relishing the feel of her soft woman’s body against his hard, muscular one. He’d explored every inch of her fine body in the past few weeks, and each time seemed as new and exhilarating as the first time. Even weirder for him, he’d lost his interest in flirting with other women. Hell, he’d considering flirting one of his favorite pastimes, yet with Mitzi in the picture, flirting with other women lost its allure. Only this feisty redhead mattered to him.
Mitzi looked up at Jonah with big liquid brown eyes filled with worry. “I heard them talking about me.”
“Heard who?” Riley walked up behind them. He stood next to Mitzi and propped a booted foot on the lowest rail of the fence.
“Some cowboys. They said I deserved whatever the stalker did to me.”
“Who the hell were they?” Jonah bristled and went into protective mode. By the muscle jerking in Riley’s jaw, Jonah knew he felt the same.
“Did you recognize their voices?” Riley touched her neck and pressed close to her other side.
“Yes, Walter Craig, Brent Black, and Larry Maguire.”
“I’ll fucking kill the bastards.” Riley’s knuckles turned white as he dug his fingers into the top rail of the fence.
“I’ll be right there with you.”
“No, no, that’s not the way to solve this. You’ll both be kicked off the circuit. Then where would I be?” Mitzi implored both of them to calm down with her eyes.
Jonah didn’t want to calm down. He wanted revenge for the fear and sadness they’d put in Mitzi’s eyes. Riley appeared to agree with Jonah. Yet neither could deny the truth in Mitzi’s words.
“Jonah, Riley, please. One of them could be the guy, but you can’t go off all half-cocked and start making accusations. We have to deal with this logically, unemotionally.”
Riley nodded, still pissed but under control. With reluctance, Jonah agreed, too, but if any of them laid a hand on Mitzi or so much as looked at her sideways, Riley would stuff them in a clown’s barrel and roll them into the arena with the biggest, baddest bull of all.
The thought of a guy stuck in a barrel while the bull charged the barrel and sent it flying calmed his temper somewhat.
They’d get this guy, and when they did, well, they’d make one mean bull mighty happy.
Chapter 13
Riley pinched Mitzi’s ass as she stepped into the limo parked next to her trailer. He quickly followed her inside, effectively sandwiching her between Jonah and him. He’d been looking forward to this night ever since the thought of a ménage with Mitzi and Jonah entered his brain.
He salivated at the sight of Mitzi’s tight little dress. The sexy thing clung to her every curve. Her large breasts spilled over the low-cut top, and her hardened nipples were easily visible through the thin fabric. Obviously, she wore no bra. The bottom of the dress barely covered her ass, while her little g-string was damn indecent. Fuck, she was killing him, and not just with her body. He liked matching wits with her, talking rodeo with her, and just plain hanging out with her.
The limo driver adjusted his mirror and watched them, and a sly smile crossed his face. Riley exchanged a look with Jonah and knew his buddy was thinking the same thing. Riley winked at the driver and didn’t raise the privacy screen. Let the man enjoy the warm-up before the big show. A little exhibitionism would excite them all.
Mitzi made a move to press the privacy button. Jonah captured her wrists in one of his hands. Pulling her face to his, he gave her a slow deep kiss, which accelerated into an out-of-control make-out session. Riley glanced at the limo driver. The guy seemed to be adept at navigating the streets and keeping an eye on the backseat.
Not to be left out, Riley’s hands roamed over her ripe body. He stroked her nipples through her dress.
Mitzi moaned and writhed on the seat. Panting, she pulled back and swatted Riley’s hands away from her big tits. “Behave yourself.”
Riley laughed. “Oh, honey, this is not a night to behave.” Kneeling in front of her, He put his hands on her knees and spread them wide. She tried to close them.
“Relax, hon,” Jonah whispered in her ear. “Doesn’t it turn you on to have a stranger watching while we make you come?”
“He should be driving, not watching.” Mitzi’s eyes glazed over as Riley kissed a trail up the inside of her thighs. She groaned when Riley reached pay dirt. He pulled aside the scrap of material covering her crotch and blew his hot breath on her clit. Mitzi’s hips jerked in response.
Jonah chuckled as he lowered a strap on her dress. “Close your eyes and forget he’s there.”
Mitzi’s protest caught in her throat. She uttered a strangled moan as Riley plunged two fingers in her wet snatch. The limo pulled into the hotel’s parking lot and stopped. The driver made no move to get out. Instead, he watched them as he stroked his hard on.
“Show the driver her tits, Jonah.”
With a movement too quick for Mitzi to counteract, Jonah pulled down the front of her dress freeing those big babies.
“Touch them for the man. Show him what turns you on.” Riley expected her to balk at his order. She didn’t.
Mitzi grasped her nipples, toying with her nipple jewelry. She ran her tongue around her lush lips, causing all three men to groan.
Riley ducked his head and spread her pussy lips. He plunged his tongue inside her, loving the taste of her arousal. Mitzi rolled her head back and forth on the headrest and whimpered. Jonah took a nipple in his mouth and worked it.
Riley pumped his fingers in and out while sucking on her clit. Mitzi dug her fingers into the back of his head and pushed her hips upward, rubbing her crotch in his face. Knowing she was on the
edge, Riley pushed her over that cliff. She cried out as her entire body convulsed with tremors of ecstasy.
Sitting back on his haunches, Riley wiped off his face. He met the driver’s eyes in the mirror and smiled.
The driver composed himself, got out, and opened the limo door for them.
As Mitzi emerged from the limo, she smiled at the man. “I hope you enjoyed the show.”
“Yes, ma’am. Very much.”
Riley’s possessive grip on her arm said it all to the man. You can look, but you can’t touch.
* * * *
The sooner Jonah slipped into something—someone—more comfortable, the better. The elevator sped to the top-floor suite they’d splurged on.
“Tonight’s the night, sweetheart. Are you ready?” Jonah stood close to Mitzi. Heat poured off all three of them in the close quarters of the elevator. Jonah’s jeans stretched tight across his hardened dick.
“Yes.” Mitzi nodded and held his hand tighter.
“This isn’t the type of thing you do for the first time in a horse trailer.” Jonah glanced at Riley. His buddy concentrated on the floor indicator.
Mitzi’s eyes lit up, even though Jonah detected both excitement and worry in those brown depths. She licked her lips and nodded. “I want this. I’ve wanted it for a long time.”
They stepped out of the elevator and walked a short way down the hall. Riley slid the key card into the slot next to the door and opened the door. Standing back like a gentleman, he held it open for Mitzi.
Mitzi halted in the doorway with a surprised gasp. Her gaze encompassed the room. Jonah couldn’t suppress his smile. They’d done good. He saw it in her eyes. The room was fancy as hell. He’d never been in a room like this, never imagined the elegance others took for granted. He moved further into the room, picked up a bronze Remington statue, and examined it. Damn, the thing wasn’t even nailed down. What kind of money did it take to stay in places like this on a regular basis? Not the kind of money Jonah and Riley had. More like the kind of money Mitzi grew up with. The realization depressed him. They so did not fit in her world, nor did she in theirs. Jonah shoved his discomfort out of the way. Tonight it didn’t matter. They’d rented the room, paid for it with last week’s prize money. They’d damn well enjoy it. Tomorrow came too soon, but they had tonight.
Jonah intended to make the night last well into morning.
“Oh my.” Mitzi spun around the room like a little girl. “This room is incredible. You guys shouldn’t have spent so much.”
Jonah dropped the sack he’d brought next to the couch. They’d need it later.
“We wanted this to be a night you wouldn’t forget.” Riley removed the bottle of chilled champagne from the ice bucket and popped the cork. He poured three glasses. They each took one.
“Any night with both of you is a night I won’t forget.”
Jonah’s heart swelled with emotions he refused to define. He held his glass up for a toast. “To the most beautiful, sensual woman in the world, inside and out.”
They clinked glasses. Riley turned on some slow, sultry music to set the mood. He winked at Jonah and motioned him over to the couch.
Both men stripped down to nothing as Mitzi’s greedy eyes watched with anticipation.
“Strip for us, darlin’.” Jonah sank his butt down on the soft cushion. “Make us good and hard so we can fuck you in both holes later and make the pleasure last.”
Riley sat down next to Jonah and watched Mitzi with anticipation.
Mitzi didn’t disappoint, but then Mitzi never disappointed.
* * * *
Mitzi aimed to please and be pleased. She moved her hips in a slow, sexy dance designed to hypnotize and entice her two cowboys. If their tongues hanging out were any indication, she’d met her goals without taking off one shred of clothing.
She pulled down the stretchy straps of her dress and tugged it down her body, baring her breasts, then her waist, her stomach. Down her thighs it slid until she kicked it out of the way. Her little pair of underwear came next.
The men stared, each one absently stroking their erections. Mitzi turned her ass to them and bent over, toying with herself as her hips swayed to the music. Turning back around slowly, she straightened and cupped her breasts, pressing them together.
“Want a sample?”
“Fuck samples. I want the real thing,” Riley croaked.
“So do I, darlin’. Dance that fine ass over here and prepare to be mounted by your stallions.”
So they were dispensing with any further foreplay. Mitzi didn’t mind. They’d given the limo driver a show he’d never forget. Mitzi never imagined having an orgasm in front of a stranger could be such a turn-on, but it was. Now she didn’t need more in the way of foreplay. She needed a cock.
Riley crooked a finger at her. She sauntered over to him, loving the way his eyes burned with such intense heat. Yet, something else burned even deeper in those eyes—the fierce possessiveness of a man with a woman he’d claimed as his.
Even if only for a little while.
“You ready for two big cocks at the same time, darlin’?” Jonah stood and motioned her to the bed. Jonah liked anal, so it didn’t surprise her that Riley would take her pussy, while Jonah took her ass.
Mitzi nodded. A little scared but willing to go through with it. Riley leaned back on the couch. His big cock stood up straight, waiting for her pussy.
“It’s okay, baby, we’ll be as gentle as we can be.” Riley put his hands on either side of her hips and pulled her to him.
She placed her knees on either side of Riley’s thighs. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. His cock rubbed against her crotch as he bent his head to take a nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard, filling his mouth with her nipple. Mitzi threw her head back, reveling in the emotions flooding her senses. The man’s talent with his tongue drove her body to a fever pitch. Jonah stood behind her and toyed with her other breast.
Positioning her pussy over Riley’s cock, Mitzi lowered herself down, an inch at a time. Riley’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he groaned. His big hands held her hips in a vise.
“Ah, man, don’t torture me like this.” Riley’s strength surpassed hers, hands down. He pushed her hips down until her crotch rubbed against his. His huge erection buried so deep she felt as if it touched her womb. Riley held her there, obviously savoring the moment.
Mitzi fought to catch her breath. Her breasts rubbed Riley’s chest as he pulled her against him and leaned back on the cushions. She buried her head in his shoulder. Her head swam, not allowing her to think clearly. Fear warred with lust, while anticipation drove her emotions to a fevered crest.
“Oh, shit, I forgot to use a condom.” Riley cursed.
“It’s okay. I’m on the pill. I want to feel you come inside me tonight.”
“Are you sure?” he panted. His control seemed to evaporate with each word spoken.
“Absolutely.”
“Hot damn.” Jonah rubbed her ass with his big hands.
Her pussy juices flowed even more just thinking about how Riley’s seed would empty in her channel while Jonah’s spilled into her ass. She looked up, over Riley’s shoulder. A huge mirror hung behind the couch, allowing her to see Jonah behind her.
“You ready, darlin’?”
Mitzi nodded her head vigorously. “Yes, oh, yes. Fuck me in both holes.”
Reaching for the grocery sack, Jonah spread lubricant on his finger and inserted it in her tight butt hole. Gently, he pushed inside her, past the ring of muscle, pausing to let her relax when her body clamped down on his finger. He worked his finger in and out, stretching her open.
Riley buried his fingers in her hair and pulled her mouth down on his, kissing her deeply and soundly. They bombarded her senses and sent her into sensual overload.
Jonah pushed a second finger inside her. She shifted her body in an unsuccessful effort to ease the familiar discomfort of having his fingers in her ass, made all t
he more intense by the cock filling her pussy. Jonah inserted three fingers. Her asshole burned as Jonah used the three fingers to expand her asshole.
“You okay, honey?” Jonah asked even as he continued to work his big fingers inside her until he’d buried them to the knuckles.
Riley drew back and shifted underneath her. Sweat dripped off his forehead. His jaw tightened as he held himself back, waiting for his buddy to claim her ass.
“It doesn’t burn so much now.”
“Good, then you’re ready. It’ll still hurt, darlin’. I can’t help that. I’ll be gentle.” Jonah removed his fingers and slathered lubricant liberally on his thick cock. The bulbous head of his cock pushed against her dark hole. Mitzi braced herself. She’d done enough anal with her two cowboys to know the pain would give way to incredible pleasure.
She gritted her teeth as he pushed his cock into her ass. He retreated a bit, pushed inside again. Each thrust buried him deeper. The feeling of fullness caught her off-guard. Her body felt as if it’d stretched to its maximum, as if any minute she’d be ripped apart. Her ass burned with an agonizingly intense throbbing. His cock pushed past the ring of muscle, and she cried out in distress.
“It’s okay, baby. It’s okay. I’ll start feeling good soon.” Jonah’s reassurances helped a little. Obviously, he didn’t like hurting her.
“It’s okay. Don’t stop. I want this.”
Jonah nodded. Riley slipped his finger between their bodies and rubbed her clit. Little spikes of ecstasy merged with waves of pain until she didn’t know where the pain ended and the pleasure began. Jonah grasped her nipples and alternated between pinching and massaging, heightening the conflicting sensations assaulting her body.
“You sure you don’t want me to stop?” Jonah’s breath tickled the back of her neck. He’d buried his cock about halfway in her ass.
“No. No. No.” She shook her head violently. “Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Bury that big cock inside me.” Whatever possessed her to push the man beyond the brink, she’d never understand.