Branded by the Texans [Three Star Republic] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Branded by the Texans (lit)

  With his limbs finally cooperating, Dash gentled his mounting happy cock from Kylie, then stepped back. Dono grasped his shoulders, steadying him on the water-slick surface.

  “Baby.” Dash stroked his woman’s lovely back. She’d collapsed against Dillon fully, her face buried in his shoulder.

  Stepping beside him, Dono swept caresses on her back as well, and soon they both tenderly massaged her shoulders while sliding their hands over the length of her back.

  “Kylie.” Dillon placed kisses on her forehead, then the side of her face. Keeping his passion bridled, he loved on her with kisses until she lifted her mouth to him, wanting his lips meeting hers.

  Dash lowered his hands, and nearly gaped at the intensity of their kiss. He looked at Dono, whispering, “They’re addin’ smoke to the steam in here.”

  Dono gripped his cock, now standing tall as a flag pole. “Yep, I’m about to blow smoke.”

  Dash cracked a grin. “I could throw a bucket of cold water on you.”

  “You’re only saying that because—” Dono scowled. “Never mind. We’re in polite company.” He paused for emphasis. “Our wife.”

  Both of them fastened their gazes on Kylie. She slid down Dillon like a temptress, her mouth clinging to his possessive kiss. Dillon shaped her sleek, rounded figure with his large palms.

  Claiming her beautiful breasts, he kneaded sensuously. Kylie moaned with pleasure against his mouth, and he separated their lips. He trailed kisses over her jaw, then down her neck.

  “Dillon.” She arched her tits into his palms while she glided her palms over his chest.

  Stepping forward, Dono embraced Kylie’s hips with his hands. Careful not to let his stud-ready shaft slap into the crease of her ass, he slowly caressed the fullness of her haunches.

  Glancing over her shoulder, Kylie thrust her butt toward Dono. “Oh, that’s good. Dillon’s hand’s on my breasts. Dono’s sexing up my ass. Which one of you is giving me a buckaroo ride next?”

  Dash grinned at her use of buckaroo. “Rider up,” he teased. Watching his two brothers arouse Kylie to a fever pitch, his groin tightened again. It wouldn’t take him long to be her “rider up” again.

  Twisting at the waist, Kylie flattened one of her hands on Dono’s chest, stroking both Dillon and Dono. Repositioning his hand, Dillon fondled her nearest breast. “Even better.” She looked back and forth. “I might be suffering from hottie overload.”

  Growling like a primitive, Dillon nipped the sensitive skin between her neck and shoulder. He widened his stance and pressed kisses on her breast. Watching Dillon suck in Kylie’s rose-red nipple, Dash cupped her other breast and massaged the ivory-colored swells of her tit.

  “Oh, please.” She sank her nails into Dash’s shoulder. “Lick my nipple.”

  Opening her eyes, she gazed at Dash, her eyes dazzling, sparkling with her fervent desire. Hesitating only to watch her eyelids fall shut, Dash then bent and coned her breast so that her plump teat belonged to his lapping tongue. Somehow, he and his brother managed to keep their faces apart, even as he listened to Dillon’s vigorous suckling of her other nipple.

  “Oh, lust o’ rama.”

  Kylie’s ecstatic tone pleased Dash no end. Flicking her teat faster with the point of his tongue, he slid his palm down her belly. Tenderly, he shaped her wet curls with his hand, then squeezed her mound with an easy rhythm.

  Her kittenish whimpers of pleasure crash-fired through Dash, not only searing his loins but finding a deep place in him he hadn’t known existed. Now it was her place inside him, his Kylie. Yep, she’d branded him as surely as they were about to brand her.

  “Kylie, sweetheart,” Dono growled, “how do you want this buckaroo?”

  “Oh, God.” The words burst from her and her head fell back, her lovely pale throat beckoning Dash. He promised himself he’d kiss on her neck and nibble her silly one day soon.

  She raised her face but didn’t open her eyes. An expression of lustful rapture molded her features. “That’s one long tall cock you’re humping my ass with, buckaroo.”

  Each time Dono thrust Kylie’s swollen mound against his palm, Dash gave a fondling squeeze. His sexier-than-all-get-out wife gazed at him, her sky-colored eyes hazy with passionate need.

  “I want my mouth on Dillon’s cock, and you bucking into me from behind. I want Dash’s hand right where it is.”

  Chapter Thirty

  Nothing Like a Viking Cowboy

  Dillon abandoned his Kylie’s succulent nipple. Barking a deep groan, he grabbed the lower part of his breeding flesh with both hands. As blades of need and pleasure hardened him even more, he groaned again. Damn, his cock threatened to revolt and gush cum.

  He’d planned on being rock steady, watching over Kylie. That hadn’t included his cock strengthening to this dang stone hard. Not yet. Forcing his eyelids to unclench, he watched her train her gaze on the head of his shaft. She glanced up at his face, uncertainty glinting in her eyes.

  Dillon wasn’t about to deny her. He’d keep his cock hogtied, somehow. No, not his precious wife, who looked like an adorable drenched water nymph ready to be ravished. He gave her a slight nod and gripped his shaft like a vise. Positioning himself toward her, he thumbed over a point that tamped down his lust, just enough.

  His little Kylie heaved out a breath and flung her soaked hair out of the way. Her gaze returned to his crown, all too stud eager for more than the arousal of his hand. Bending forward, she widened her legs for the thrust of Dono’s cock and to give Dash’s hand on her sweet pussy more access.

  “Give Dash your wrists, Kylie,” Dono ordered, his tone reminding Dillon of an old-timey marshal.

  She placed her arms behind her and Dash gently manacled her wrists inside one palm. “That’s it, honey.”

  Dillon’s loins hitched, a hellish twist, as she lowered above his engorged cock’s head. God above, yes, he wanted her small mouth exploring his shaft and tasting his needy flesh. More, though, he wanted to take her, feel her sheath mold to his cock as he mounted her like the Viking she called him.

  Pressing her lips to his crown gently, Kylie eased her full lips over him. Dillon grunted, no more articulate than a bull. Somehow, he held himself steady when all he wanted to do was lift her up, sink his cock inside her, and pump her up and down like a wild man.

  Gradually, her hot satiny mouth engulfed him. As his loins hardened to the rigidity of a tree trunk, he hissed in a giant breath. Hades! Pleasure flicked at him like a bullwhip struck his insides.

  Gritting his teeth against the sweet assault of her mouth, Dillon watched her slowly bob her head as she sucked on him with a sensual finesse he’d never had, and now damn enjoyed. Too much.

  Dillon didn’t see Dono plunge his cock into Kylie. He felt the force of his brother’s lunge move the entire length of his shaft. The top of her head landed against his groin. A harsh ecstasy stabbed down his cock, then bolted up his torso as Dono repeatedly lanced his breeding flesh inside their wife.

  To keep sucking his cock’s head, Kylie gripped him tighter with the soft scorch of her mouth. Soon she moaned, her keening louder as Dono launched inside her like a deprived stag at mating season and while Dash fondled her pussy’s bits.

  “Kylie.” Her name gushed out of him like his cock wanted to gush. Her carnal song vibrated his crown, the sensations excruciating. It was rapture stroking on the edge of pain.

  Dillon fought against using his shaft like a jackhammer. Only knowing his Kylie’s pleasure would be interrupted, stopped him. Plus, her small mouth couldn’t endure that kind of hard thrusting. God, he wanted inside her sweet breeding hole.

  Dono’s lunges increased in power and became faster. Dillon forced his gaze from Kylie to glance at his brother. Withdrawing his cock to her entrance, he slammed forward, yet his motion remained smooth, as if he glided in and out of her. Intense pleasure carved his features, and if the shower hadn’t been on, rivulets of sweat, instead of water, would have been coursing down his body.
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  Lurching backward, Kylie loosed a strangled cry of ecstasy. Dono seized her hips like a heathen and speared her. He stilled, his orgasm catching hold of him. He shook for an instant, his climax waving up his body like the rushing torrent of a river. Rearing his head and torso back, Dono turned rigid as the mountains around them.

  Dillon moved forward to support his wife, palming her shoulders. Orgasmic shudders wracked her body. Dash let go of her wrists, and she grabbed hold of Dillon’s forearms. As Dash stepped around to take care of Dono, Kylie’s knees buckled. Scooping her up, Dillon carried her to one of the benches, quickly sitting with her.

  Not opening her eyes, she languished against him, so soft Dillon groaned silently. He’d cuddled her close, high on his chest since his cock poked up like a damn fence pole.

  “Nothing like a Viking cowboy,” she murmured long moments later.

  “I feel like plundering and pillaging.” Dillon stared at Kylie’s face, luminous with water and what they’d done to her.

  Sparing a glance for his brothers as they moved to the bench, Dillon met their gazes, intense with Kylie. The reality that they all three possessed a wife now passed between them, unspoken but tangible.

  Dono leaned over and touched kisses to Kylie’s face.

  “Lovely.” Reaching up, she caressed the side of Dono’s face. “What are you going to do to me next, bronco busters? Do you bust broncos?”

  Still immersed in her pleasure, Kylie’s soft voice flowed, slow as warm molasses.

  “Nope, our horses don’t need no bustin’, little honey.” Dash sat on the bench beside them, his gaze glued on Kylie. “Rode in some rodeos, though.” Dash paused. “God, you’re beautiful.”

  “You three say the nicest things. A woman could get downright spoiled. Even if you are making her get branded.”

  Stretching suddenly, Kylie froze all them as they stared at the arched shape of her body.

  “Woooweee,” Dono crooned in a low tone.

  She curled into his embrace again and wiggled, her movements a seductive dance against his chest. Dillon rumbled a growl. Dipping his head, he took possession of her wet ripe lips, kissing her with a thoroughness that staggered them both. The eagerness of her mouth set his body ablaze and hitched his cock higher.

  “I’ll bet that huge cock of yours wants a satisfying ride,” she throatily teased, once he’d parted their mouths.

  Dillon blinked, forcing back his rampaging need to sweep her upward, then plunge her up and down on his oozing shaft.

  “Want me to tell you—”

  ”What?” Dillon interrupted.

  “I want all three of you sliding your hands all over my body…”

  Not waiting for the rest of her words, Dillon leaped upward and carried his Kylie to the center of the shower. Dang burning hell, all he cared about was burying his cock in the silky smolder of her pussy and making certain he fully pleasured her.

  She clung to him like a startled kitten, he knew, because of his abrupt movements. “Kylie, sweet thang.” He used his tone to soothe as best he could.

  Keeping her from slipping down his shaft, he placed her carefully before him and waited until she solidly stood on her feet. Like excited pups, Dono and Dash moved on either side of Kylie.

  Slowly turning around, she stroked her palms over Dono’s and Dash’s chest. “My man flesh,” she passionately cooed.

  “Man flesh?” Dash drawled, his curiosity obvious.

  “A made-up word for handsome, sexy men.”

  Returning to him, his water nymph swirled her hands over his chest. The enjoyment owning her expression bewitched him, and Dillon knew to his soul he wanted more times like this with her.

  He, Dono, and Dash positioned themselves around their wife. They smoothed their hands over her water-slick curves, sweeping long strokes over her body.

  “Oh, yes,” she moaned.

  The lilt of her voice did a gentle violence to Dillon’s insides. A real woman, his woman. Her eyes closed and she dropped her head back, luxuriating in the feel of their gliding caresses on her flesh.

  “Heaven,” Dillon growled.

  None of them had spoken it, but their handling of Kylie was akin to their handling of a filly, taming her to their touch as they’d done together often. They molded her with the slip and slide of their hands. She leaned into the flow of their strokes, her generous curves filling their palms over and over again.

  “Ooooh, this has to be lust heaven.” Raising her arms, she gradually spun around, her hands caressing their torsos. “I had no idea how amazing three men could be.”

  “We’ll only get more amazing,” Dono darkly uttered.

  For a while, Dillon listened to their harsh breaths, the swish of their stroking hands on Kylie’s skin, and the steady spray of the shower over them all. Until his shaft complained, throbbing to a hellacious ache.

  “Damn, darlin’.” His voice sounded more guttural than he could ever recall. “My libido is on overdrive.”

  Kylie halted, her half-lidded gaze taking in his rutting length. Rapidly lifting her gaze to his face, she asked, “How do you want me?”

  “How don’t I want you?” The words fired off his tongue.

  “Pillage and plunder,” she seductively invited.

  Dillon seized her small waist and hauled her upward. As their gazes met, it felt like blistering sparks flew between their eyes. “Kylie, you make me wilder than any stallion.”

  Her fingers dug into his shoulders, tiny pricks of pure passion.

  “You know what I want,” he spoke to Dono and Dash. “They’re going to hold you for me. Spread your legs, sweet thang.”

  Moving to Kylie, Dono and Dash slid their arms beneath her thighs, then widened her legs even more.

  “Put your arms behind their necks.” The growl of Dillon’s voice came straight from his boiling loins.

  Watching his wife obey, he feasted on her glistening body with his gaze. “God above, darlin’, you look erotic, your flesh rose all mine. Your breasts high and peaked.”

  “Viking beast.” Her tone was breathy surrender, her eyes glazed with the wanton desire he craved from her.

  With one hand around the base of his shaft, Dillon stepped forward, then braced his legs. Low in his throat, he growled his vicious need as he aimed his cock.

  “Ravish me…please.”

  Her desperate whisper drove his cock upward like a ramrod. The satin-hot squeeze of her pussy hole torched his insides as Dillon thrust inside his wife.

  “Kylie. My Kylie.”

  Seeing the haze of ecstasy in her eyes, Dillon anchored himself, then embraced her head between his palms. “Keep your eyes open, darlin’,” he ordered. “I want to watch what I’m doing to you.”

  She uttered a tiny cry and her sheath gloved his shaft as if she wanted every inch of him. Unable to do anything else, Dillon powered his cock in and out of her. His hips thrust in a primal rhythm as he took her, his woman.

  Her gaze melted, darkened into pools of sheer carnal bliss.

  For now, despite his brothers, there was just the two of them. They lived in their own world, immersed in their own savage pleasure. Joined, yet separate. All Dillon knew as he plundered her sweetness, was that he felt invincible with his wife, as if her feminine force gave to his own force without reserve.

  Without doubt, she made him even more of a man.

  Stud wild for her, he increased the depth of his pumping shaft. She moaned, her eyelids sliding shut for a moment. Her lips had ripened to a deeper pink. Her cheeks bloomed with the same color as a red summer rose.

  “Yes.” The word escaped her as a whimper.

  Dillon plunged into the smoldering sky that was her gaze as he lunged to her blazing hot core. She melted around his cock like sun-warmed honey, her orgasm sweeping up to her eyes and appearing like diamonds. He plucked them with his gaze for long moments.

  Fierce as a bolt of lightning, his orgasm took him, lashing his loins until he reared back and shouted. His hands
slipped from her face, captured the slick skin of her shoulders, then covered her breasts with their blatant nipples. Surging with another wave of raw bliss, he struck upward and heard her keen in ecstasy.

  “Damn, Sparks, what you do to a man.”

  Dillon lost any sense of time, surrendering to the feel of his woman as her sheath convulsed, the smooth little ripples tantalizing him to a greater pleasure. He didn’t know how long he stood rigid with his cock rammed inside her.

  Before his mind’s eye, he saw himself as a statue, forever captured in bronze.

  “Dillon,” she called to him, rapture making her voice a precious softness.

  “Angel woman.” Dillon gently circled his palms on her breasts once he could bend again, and as sanity drip-dripped back into his brain like raindrops before a downpour.

  Rain. The shower. Suddenly, he felt the pummeling spray.

  Cradling her tits, he gradually eased his shaft downward. To do anything else would be a shock to both their bodies, and to the climax that still stormed through them. With each slow movement of his cock, her silkiness seemed to cling, as if regretting the loss of his manhood.

  Dillon dang well knew he already felt the loss of her around his shaft.

  “You okay, Dono, Dash?” he growled. “I don’t want you droppin’ our wife.”

  “Yeah, we’re okay,” Dono answered.

  “Take your time unsheathing that long gun, brother,” Dash added, his twang intentionally exaggerated.

  Bending down to his woman’s mouth, Dillon dropped a long deep kiss on her beautifully pliant mouth. After parting their lips, he withdrew the crown of his cock as gradually as he could. The tender grip of her flesh shaped him, a feeling he would always treasure.

  “Kylie,” he rasped against her mouth.

  She breathy sighed against his lips. “Talk about ravishing your woman.”

  “You liked that, did you?” Dillon teased her. Raising his head, he searched her eyes.

  “You’re better than any romance novel I’ve ever read.” Her gaze captivated him, her eyes glowing only for him. Remembering, she averted her face. “That goes for all three of you.”