Caught Between Two Cowboys [Carnal Cowboys 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jane Jamison

  To his relief, she nodded. “I’ve done some reading. The words are like the colors for stop lights, right? Green is for go, yellow for caution, and red is for stop.”

  “Right.” Jarrod ran his palms along her arms then undid her bra.

  She let out a small whimper as her bra fell to the floor. At first, she seemed shy, crossing her arms in front of her, but when Jarrod urged her to lower them, she did.

  Seth’s heart raced, suddenly terrified she’d turn them down. Or that she wouldn’t like the idea of their being in control. They wanted a Dom/sub relationship, but only in the bedroom. Living the lifestyle all day, every day wouldn’t suit their way of life. Yet if said she didn’t want to try any of it, in or out of the bedroom, they’d give it all up. Nothing was more important than her happiness.

  He fisted his hands, determined not to touch her. She needed time to get used to the room and all it held. But damn, she was so hard to resist.

  Her breasts were heavy with weight, but they were the perfect size for him. He’d never liked fake boobs and hers were all natural. He’d never understood why women didn’t celebrate their curves. Skinny women were like fucking a stick. All bones and nothing to hold onto. Her nipples were erect and demanding him to flick his tongue over them. And he wasn’t one to argue.

  Jarrod bent to help her out of her shoes as he stepped forward and unzipped her jeans. He let them fall, knowing Jarrod would take care of them, too. Her panties were plain white ones, but they were the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. At last, he held her breasts in his hands and used his thumbs to make her nipples even harder.

  “What about Jesse? He went upstairs. I wouldn’t want him to hear.”

  “Listen, Amy. When we’re in this room, we don’t want you thinking about anything but us. We call the shots in here. We’re the ones in control, the Doms of the house, and you’re ours to command inside this bedroom. You’ll do whatever we say as long as it doesn’t cause you any pain. Just remember. You can stop us anytime you want by saying red.”

  “And for fuck’s sake, don’t mention your brother’s name again,” added Jarrod. “It’s kind of a mood killer.”

  “My brother’s right. We’ll have to keep the noise down.” Seth grinned. “Unless you’re a screamer, he won’t know a thing.”

  “Are you sure we’re okay in here? What if something happens? What if the men outside yell or start shooting? Will we be able to hear them?”

  “More than likely. But don’t worry.” Jarrod pulled his phone out of his back pocket then placed it on the nightstand. “They’ll call. Trust me. No one’s getting past them. Not even Bandura.”

  She visibly relaxed. “Okay.” A wicked glint came to her eyes, a glint that had his already growing cock straightening like an arrow aiming for her target.

  He slid his palm along her arm, reveling in how soft and smooth her skin was. “We need to practice keeping quiet anyway. We wouldn’t want the young’uns to hear us once we have kids.”

  “Kids?”

  Hadn’t they made it clear? How could she not already know? “Sure. Amy, we want you forever. Not just a few days and not just for sex. We want you as our woman and we want you to be the mother of our children.” As much as he hated to say it, he had to. “If you don’t want the same thing, tell us now. I’ll break in half if you do, but it’ll hurt a whole lot more if you tell us later.”

  “Yeah, just tell us, Amy. Say what you want. If this isn’t what you want, if we’re not what you want for a lifetime, then say so. Either way, we’ll still help you, but we’ll back off.”

  Jarrod cast him a look glittering with apprehension. “As far as the sex goes.”

  If she didn’t say she wanted them, it would take years to get over her. Provided they ever could.

  “I’m so confused. I want to, but… How can I give you an answer when I’m so worried about—” She stopped, almost saying Jesse’s name.

  It wasn’t the answer he wanted to hear, but at least she hadn’t said no. “Okay, I understand. Then let’s have this time together and, once everything else is squared away, we’ll ask you again. Deal?”

  “Deal.”

  “Good. Then let’s get rid of these.” Hooking his fingers in the waistband of her panties, he pulled fast and hard, tearing them off her.

  She let out a yelp. “Hey, you paid for those.”

  “And they were worth every dime just to rip them off you,” quipped Jarrod.

  Seth stepped back and started undoing his buttons and Jarrod started doing the same. He liked the way her gaze followed his movements and how it fixed onto his hard stomach as he pulled his shirt off. He undid his belt and buckle then shoved his jeans to his feet. She kept her gaze locked to his body and the appreciation he saw there stirred his cock even more. By the time he had everything off except his hat, she was biting her lower lip and swallowing hard.

  Naked, Jarrod pushed against her and cupped her buttocks. “Your ass is just right. Just like your tits.”

  “My ass is too big. Just like my tits.”

  “The hell they are.” He wouldn’t have her thinking badly of herself. No woman should, but especially not Amy. “You’re hotter than either of us could have ever hoped for.”

  Jarrod stepped around her, coming to his side. He put his fists on his hips and thrust his chin out. “So what do you think about us?”

  She gaped at him, not realizing that Jarrod was half-joking. “Are you serious?”

  Jarrod suddenly got very serious. “Deadly serious.”

  “Jarrod’s right. A man can use a compliment every once in a while, too.” He adopted the same stance, fists on his hips, chin thrust out and his head turned to the side, giving her a good look at his strong profile.

  She giggled, the sound light as air. “You’re both amazing. Zero body fat, flat stomachs and, well…” Her attention dipped lower. “I haven’t been with a lot of men, but I’m pretty sure your cocks are way better than average.”

  “Better than average? Ow. I was kind of hoping for something more like spectacular, magnificent, gargantuan.” He pretended to be disappointed.

  “Damn, girl. You got me.” Jarrod fisted his hand to the middle of his chest. “Right in the heart.”

  She laughed, obviously enjoying their antics. “Then let me make it up to you.” Her laugh morphed into a sultry smile as she went to her knees.

  Seth took one look at Jarrod before moving to her side. His cock was already throbbing when she took him in her hand and brought it to her mouth. Seeing her open wide and slide him inside her almost made him come. The sensation of her warm mouth, the slick of her tongue up and over the length of him shot through him until his entire body was tingling. His balls tightened and blood flowed into his cock. Her tongue whipped the end of his bulbous tip, taking the pre-cum.

  Watching her cup his brother’s balls excited him almost as much as her touch. She was spellbinding. A siren who could claim him with just one look. He rocked his hips back and forward, helping her suck his cock in, then slowly drag it out.

  “Holy shit,” whispered Jarrod.

  He couldn’t have agreed more. “That-a-girl, darlin’. Damn, but you feel good. Yeah, just enough teeth to make it interesting. But be careful.” He could feel her smile around his cock.

  Digging his fingers into her hair, he closed his eyes and gave into the pleasure. She knew exactly what to do with her tongue proving that, although she wasn’t overly experienced, she had the natural skills they wanted in their woman.

  “No.” He groaned, and opened his eyes as she took her mouth off him and sucked in Jarrod’s cock. Still, watching his brother was exciting, especially when her fingers made his balls dance.

  She played them, going back and forth, taking him to the edge, then leaving to give Jarrod his time. His breathing quickened along with his need to sink his cock inside her pussy. It was only a matter of time before he’d lose control. And that couldn’t happen. Not before they’d had more fun with her.

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nbsp; His brother must’ve been thinking the same thing. “Up, baby. It’s your turn,” ordered Jarrod.

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  Whatever Seth and Jarrod wanted to do was fine with her. Her body was sizzling after tasting their cocks, feeling the soft, pliable skin covering their hard lengths. Both of them were huge, filling her mouth until her jaws ached. Jarrod moved away to grab something hanging on the wall as Seth reached out and helped her to her feet. She got to her feet and, just as she did, felt Jarrod pull her arms behind her back.

  For a moment, but only a moment, self-preservation kicked in when Jarrod pinned her wrists with one hand, keeping them behind her. Soft material enclosed her wrists, binding them together. Yet the spike of fear left as quickly as it had come. She trusted these men. They’d shown themselves to be brave and honest, and ready to protect not only her, but her brother, too.

  “Easy, baby. Don’t tense up.”

  “I’m trying not to.” Did they want her to act like their sub? She’d read enough to know the basics. “Should I call you sir? Or master?”

  “You can call us either one. As long as you obey what we say, we’re good.” Seth, the strong muscles in his arms flexing with every little movement, cupped her breasts and sucked a nipple into his mouth.

  She arched, urging him to take more, to rub it harder, to use his teeth. If she could’ve run her fingers into his hair, she would’ve done so, but the ties binding her kept her helpless to do so. His teeth scraped over the tender bud, awakening an even stronger ache between her legs. Her pussy wept even though they’d yet to touch her there.

  Jarrod reached around her to fondle her other breast, then separated her bound hands to wrap her fingers around his slickened cock. “We’re going to fuck you until you can’t keep your legs together.”

  His promise sent shivers along her heated skin. “Will you spank me again, Master Jarrod?” She liked the sound of those titles. Master Jarrod and Master Seth. She wouldn’t want them to control her in the rest of their lives, but she wanted them to take charge while in their special room.

  Our lives. Our special room.

  She smiled, loving how easily she’d started thinking of them as being together forever. But what about Jesse? She pushed the worry about him away. They were right. Thinking about him while she was with them was wrong.

  “You deserve a good spanking for not telling us about the phone call.”

  She nodded, her gaze locked on Seth’s head as he tracked his tongue between her breasts then over the swell of her stomach.

  “Then I guess you need a spanking.” Jarrod stepped away, but he came back soon enough. “Bro, get out of the way.”

  She almost protested. After all, Seth’s tongue was so close to her mons, so close to dipping between her folds.

  “Bend over, baby, and spread your legs. Seth, help her.”

  Seth moved beside her, taking a hunk of her hair to steady her. “Suck on me, darlin’. Just remember not to use your teeth at all. I wouldn’t want you to bite down when he spanks you.”

  “Unless it’s on purpose, baby.”

  “Very funny, bro.”

  Jarrod pressed on her back, bending her forward. She opened her mouth and brought Seth’s cock into her mouth. Having her legs spread and her butt pushed toward Jarrod should’ve humiliated her, yet another gush of cream flooded between her legs. She was anything but ashamed. Instead, she was powerful, as though giving herself to them had somehow made her stronger. Had somehow put her in control as much as they were.

  She had the right to stop them. She had the right to say just how far she’d go. And, as the honorable men they were, she could trust them to respect her wishes.

  As Seth moved his hips, being the one to bring his cock in and out of her mouth, she waited anxiously, expectantly for the first sting of Jarrod’s hand against her flesh.

  But it wasn’t his palm that struck her. She yelped, the sound muffled against Seth’s cock. The sting was fierce, searing its way into her bottom, then ricocheting out to the rest of her body. She never would’ve guessed she’d like getting spanked, but after the earlier spankings she’d received, she’d found herself fantasizing about the next time. Or even if there’d be a next time.

  The next time was here and it was just as pleasure-filled as the first. When she turned Seth loose and twisted around, she saw the shiny black paddle Jarrod had used.

  “Get back to my brother, baby.”

  “Yes, sir.” She loved the flash of delight in Jarrod’s eyes. Turning around, she opened her mouth for Seth and he eased his cock back inside her mouth.

  Jarrod rubbed her ass cheek with loving strokes. “Pretty and pink. Don’t ever think your ass is anything but just right.”

  She sucked on Seth’s cock, hard and long and was rewarded with a moan. Silently, she waited for another spank.

  Please, Master Jarrod. Again.

  The paddle came down again, landing on her other cheek. Even though she’d been expecting it, perhaps because she’d been expecting it, she jolted, turning Seth’s cock free. The tip of her teeth skimmed over his tender flesh.

  Seth stepped back. “Whoa. This is getting dangerous. Let’s take this to the bench.”

  She straightened up then let Seth lead her over to the long wooden bench. A cushion lay on top of it.

  “On your knees, darlin’.”

  With Seth’s help, she got on top of the bench, her knees sinking into the cushion as he lowered her upper torso down until the side of her face rested against it.

  “Good. Now I don’t have to take it easy.” Jarrod, his cock sticking straight out, but with the tempting curve in it, eased closer and laid the paddle against her skin.

  She couldn’t help jerking a little. Would she ever get used to getting paddled? Would she want to get used to it? An excited thrill zipped through her. She had the rest of their lives to find out.

  Steadying herself, she braced for the next spank. When it didn’t come fast enough, she started to ask him what he was waiting for. Would a submissive ask? Suddenly, pain seared through her, morphing its way from a hot sting into an ache of a different kind. Her clit throbbed and her pussy juices flowed even more. If she got any wetter, she’d feel it running down her thigh.

  Another spank followed that one and, just as she was catching her breath, the next one caught her unprepared. She whimpered and fisted her hands.

  “Are you okay?” Seth brushed her hair off her back. His cock was only inches from her face and he was losing his own juices watching her get paddled. “We’re not experts in this kind of thing. You have to tell us when we’re going too far.”

  “I’m green, sir.”

  “Do you want more?”

  “Yes, please. More.”

  “You heard her, Jarrod. Give our woman what she wants.”

  Three more spankings followed in quick succession. Her body rocked forward with each strike, her ass throbbing with the assault, her heart pounding along with it. With every strike, she wanted them more. When would they fuck her? If it wasn’t soon, she’d go crazy with anticipation.

  Seth moved out of sight. Where had he gone? Was he getting another kind of toy to use on her?

  Having two men take her was a fantasy come true. Although she would’ve never admitted it to anyone, not even her closest girlfriends, she’d often dreamed of being caught between two hunks, men who would show her how real men should treat a woman. She’d had enough of the weak-willed guys she’d dated. In fact, she’d given up on finding anyone who could compare to her fantasy men. She’d come to believe they just didn’t exist.

  Until now.

  “Here. Use this while I find out how wet she is. And untie her hands. She’s going to need them.”

  Seth handed Jarrod a tube of gel along and a butt plug. Next he grabbed a long chain with a collar attached to the end of it. She knew what a plug was, but she’d never used one. Never even seen anything but photos. How many of the toys and tools were they going to use? And what were they go
ing to do with the collar?

  Once Jarrod had freed her hands, she pushed up, staying on her hands and knees. The coolness of the gel had her jolting as much as the paddle had, but its chilly sensation felt good against her heated skin. Jarrod worked the gel around her tight rings, loosening her, preparing her for the plug.

  “Easy. Just remember to keep breathing.”

  She nodded, but kept her face turned toward Seth’s cock. His cock was again so close she could almost taste it. She flicked her tongue over the tip of it as he leaned over her and wrapped the studded collar around her neck. The chain fell against her back, giving her another kind of chill.

  “Don’t worry, darlin’. You’ll get to taste my cock again.”

  She grinned, then flicked her tongue over her upper lip. “I hope so, Master Seth.”

  He touched her cheek, his caress tender. “Yeah. I like the sound of that. Master Seth. But only in this bedroom. Everywhere else, we’re just plain old cowboys.”

  “You’ll never be just plain old cowboys.”

  Jarrod’s fingers enter her ass hole, twisting around to fight against the pressure of her walls. “Here it comes, baby.” He worked her, going slowly, but firmly.

  She sucked in a breath as he slipped the plug into her opening. At first, it felt strange, but interesting. Yet the farther he pushed it inside, the better the feeling became. Her ass hole fought against it, making the sensation of fullness even better.

  She was just getting used to it when Jarrod bent over and placed a bite on her skin. Her arms trembled as the surge of desire took her over. Every time she thought she couldn’t get turned on any more, they’d prove her wrong.

  “Here I come.” Seth lay down on the bench, putting his face just under hers. He pulled her hair, bringing her lips to his. The kiss was short but intense, leaving her breathless and wanting another one. Yet when she bent to kiss him again, he’d already started scooting his body underneath hers.

  “I’m going to give you another kiss, but on your other lips.” He worked his body under hers as she readjusted her hands and legs to give him room. When he stopped, he took hold of her, then lifted his head and brought her closer.