by Jane Jamison
She cried out as his mouth covered her pussy. His tongue whipped over her clit fast and furious. Over and over. With his cock so close and so ready, she bent and took it into her mouth.
Everything he did to her, she tried to do the same to him. Up and down his tongue went between her folds. Over and around her tongue played with his length. When he sucked on her clit, pulling it into his mouth, she hollowed her cheeks and dragged his cock into her mouth, taking it to the back as far as she could.
Another swat to her rump added to her enjoyment. Jarrod twisted the plug, one way then the next, then added another spank. Three more strikes came at the same time as another twist. Then came a tug on her collar. Not hard enough to jerk her head back, but just enough to let her know he’d taken the slack out of the length. Jarrod’s cock pressed against the back of her leg as Seth added a finger to her pussy.
She wouldn’t be able to take much more. Her body shook from need, her head swam, unable to think of anything but how good their touches made her feel. She cried out, releasing Seth’s cock, then reclaiming it.
“Easy, darlin’. We don’t want to get too loud.”
More spankings followed before the plug was suddenly removed. She started to protest, but how could she speak when Seth’s mouth was back to torturing her clit, his fingers brushing over her G-spot? Soon, she’d have no choice but to give in and find her release.
“Now. I can’t wait any longer.” Jarrod wrapped his arms around her and lifted her away from Seth.
“Fuck, man.” Seth rolled off the bench.
“Can’t. Wait.” Jarrod took hold of the leash and, tugging gently on it, he led her away from the bench over to an oversized chair. She remained standing as he sat down. Grabbing her, he pulled her on top of him. His cock pierced her pussy, driving deep inside her.
“Ride him, baby.” Seth snatched up Jarrod’s hat off the floor and put in on her head. “See if you can ride the bull for eight seconds.”
“Fuck off, man,” growled Jarrod.
She let out a soft “yahoo” and lifted one arm, pretending she was a bull rider and Jarrod was a brute animal beneath her. He bucked, yet unlike the bulls he rode, she knew he didn’t want to buck her off. His hands found her breasts and squeezed, adding pain back into the pleasure of their ride. He wrapped the leash around his hand and pulled her forward, then shoved his cock inside again. Over and over, he rammed into her, jolting her upward so she’d fall back onto him and help drive his cock in harder.
“Lean forward.” Seth’s cock pushed at her asshole’s entrance.
He clutched a hunk of her hair then eased his cock against her entrance. Suddenly, he drove his cock into her dark hole, pushing her forward to slam into Jarrod. He had his fingers on her clit, rubbing, pinching, urging her to finally let go.
She was filled with their cocks and their love. Completely. She’d never felt more like a woman more than she did at that moment. Their sex play in the hayloft had been wonderful, but knowing she was theirs for the rest of her life gave their time together more meaning.
Riding Jarrod, she begged them to keep going. To not push her over the edge just yet. If only that moment could last forever. She spoke their names, one after the other. Her pussy clamped around Jarrod’s cock as she tightened her ass, holding Seth’s cock as tightly as she could.
Jarrod let out a groan and clutched her breasts as he freed himself of his release. The hot seed shot into her as Seth thrust hard against her bottom. His fingers dug into her skin as he let go. He plunged into her one more time, his body slapping against hers. Putting his forehead against her back, he groaned his pleasure.
At last it was too much. Having both men climax sent her flying. She tucked her chin to her chest, her hair falling forward, then felt her body stiffen before turning her orgasm loose. It barreled through her, shaking her from the inside out, tearing her apart until all she could do was collapse against Jarrod. Her body continued to shudder out her cream as she lay panting against him, feeling his heart race as fast as hers.
Jarrod unhooked the collar and dropped it along with the leash to the floor. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. “Are you okay?”
“Hell yeah.”
His chuckle rumbled underneath her.
“We tried not to get too rough with you.”
“At least, this time,” added Seth as he pushed away from her and stumbled toward the bed.
“Good to know.” She snuggled into Jarrod’s strong body. Could it get any better?
“Next time we’ll use more of the toys.”
She smiled into his chest. “Like the vibrator?”
“Like anything you want, baby.” Seth rolled off the bed. “In fact, give me a few more minutes and I’ll be ready to go again.”
Was he kidding? Could she handle another session? But how could she ever refuse them? “Whatever you want, Master Seth.”
“That’s my girl.”
“That’s our girl,” added Jarrod.
* * * *
I shouldn’t have stayed in bed so long.
Amy headed back downstairs. Seth and Jarrod had snuck out of the bedroom separately just in case Jesse happened to see them. After moving to the bed to snuggle—which turned into another round of sex then a second snuggle—she’d stayed in the bed well after the men had gone.
Who could blame her? It had been far too long since she’d felt so relaxed and oh-so satisfied. She’d wanted to luxuriate between the sheets for as long as she could, to savor the afterglow of their time together.
They wanted her to stay. For good. Not just until Jesse’s troubles were over. The logical side of her kept saying it was too fast, too soon, but she didn’t care. When it was right, it was right.
Even now, three hours after she’d first entered the big bedroom, she still had a smile on her face. If she wasn’t careful, Jesse would pick up on her happiness and get suspicious. She’d have to tell him the news soon, but she still had time. Time to get him legal help and on his own two feet.
Jarrod and Seth had made it clear enough. They’d do their best to help Jesse and they’d welcome him into their family. But they wanted her to act as their woman and the mother of their children. Not as Jesse’s big sister who treated him like he was still her little brother tagging along behind her. She’d have to back off and let him deal with any future problems.
They were right. She could see it now. What did the television hosts call it? Enabling? Yeah, she’d been enabling him instead of actually helping him. But no more.
Wait. Where is Jesse, anyway?
Caught up in enjoying her time with the Hill brothers, she’d let her concern for him slide, forgetting him for a while. Guilt hit her. He could’ve done anything in those three hours. Could’ve gotten hurt or worse.
She checked his room, but he wasn’t there. Was he in the barn? Maybe. He’d started spending more time around the dappled gray horse called Jumper. If he wasn’t in the barn, then she’d check the creek. But what about the men guarding the house? Wouldn’t they have stopped him?
Although Jarrod and Seth claimed nothing could get past their friends, she knew how sneaky her brother could be. And if they were busy watching the road more than the house, Jesse would’ve had an easier time slinking away. Right under their noses.
Did he have more drugs and was hiding away while he smoked or sniffed or whatever the hell he did with them? He’d often gone off to sulk and get high whenever he was angry.
She hoped not. Jarrod and Seth would go ballistic if they found out he was still doing drugs. Yet the closer she came to the barn, the more certain she was that Jesse wasn’t there.
Instead, it was the men who were in the barn. She could hear their voices, but couldn’t make out what they were saying.
Maybe they know where Jesse is.
Her gaze lifted to the door in the hayloft, heating her body up at the memory of their time together. She’d never think about the barn in the same way. Maybe she could talk the
m into meeting her in the loft again.
She paused, suddenly aware of the quiet. Where were the men who were supposed to be guarding the house? Were they hiding just out of sight?
She’d just entered the barn when Jarrod and Seth met her. Jarrod was listening intently on his phone, then abruptly shoved it into his pocket when he saw her. As soon as she saw their stern expressions, she knew she’d guessed right.
“What is it? Where are the men? Where’s Jesse?”
The men brought her between them. Her throat closed up and she had to drag in the next breath.
“Try to stay calm.”
As though she could stay calm while looking into Seth’s worried eyes. “Just tell me.”
“It’s Jesse.” Jarrod lifted his phone. “He must’ve remembered my number from the time he, um, borrowed my phone.”
“And?” She wanted to scream at him to stop wasting time and tell her. Instead, she clenched her fists and waited through the longest few seconds of her life. “I swear, if you don’t tell me what’s happened, I’m going to go crazy.”
“It looks like he headed out on his own.”
“But how? Didn’t the other men see him? Why’d they let him leave?” She wanted to beat her fists against Jarrod’s chest. Instead, she clenched them, digging her fingernails into her palms.
Seth’s gaze darted away, before settling on hers. “The way we figure it, Jesse must’ve seen me talking to the men, distracting them, and took his chance to slip out.”
“And your friends? Where’d they go?”
Another sheepish glance between the men. “Jarrod and I were planning on taking you and Jesse back to the authorities so we sent them on their way. Then when we couldn’t find Jesse…” Seth rubbed the back of his neck. “No excuses. We fucked up.”
Why hadn’t they mentioned turning Jesse in? And yet, right now their reasons no longer mattered. Seth tried to take her arm, but she jerked it away. “And?” she repeated. “You said Jesse called you? Where is he?”
“Somehow, he managed to leave me a voice mail. At least, part of one before the call ended. I didn’t get it until just now.”
“Because we were up in the bedroom.” If the guilt grew any stronger, it would tear out her gut.
“No. He called after that, but I didn’t hear it.”
She wasn’t the only one feeling guilty.
“Who got him?” As if she didn’t know. Still, she refused to believe it until she heard the words spoken out loud.
“Bandura and his crew.”
She stared at him, willing him to take back what he’d said. Reality, however, had too firm a hold on her. “How’d he call you? He doesn’t have a phone.”
They seemed surprised she was handling it so well. But then again, they couldn’t see inside her. If they could, they’d see the turmoil whirling around her heart, threatening to make it come to a quick and final stop.
“I don’t know. Maybe he managed to get a phone away from one of Bandura’s men.”
“Is he hurt? Where is he now?”
“Amy…”
Seth tried again to hold her. And again, she couldn’t allow it. “Is…he…hurt?”
“You can’t jump out of moving car without getting banged up. But he was still able to get away from them and make it to the old barn. That’s as far as he got. His voice mail said he’s hiding there until we can get him.”
Relief flooded her. “So he’s safe?”
“I hope so.”
“Then what are we waiting for? We have to get to him before they do. Let’s go.”
“We’re headed that way.” Jarrod motioned toward three horses, saddled, and ready to ride. “The fastest way is a straight line. Riding will get us there sooner than if we go in our pickup.”
“Okay.”
Jarrod grabbed her arm as Seth had tried to do, but wouldn’t turn her loose no matter how hard she yanked her arm to get free. “You’re not going anywhere until we have an understanding.”
“We don’t have time to talk anymore. My brother needs me.” She glared at him, reminding him of his earlier promise. “He needs us.”
“Yeah, he does, but we’re not going to risk your safety for his. If he’s any kind of a man, he wouldn’t want us to.”
“Go on.” He was intent on having it his way. The best she could do was to get it over with.
“First, you promise to let us handle this.”
“I can’t. I won’t just stand around. I have to help.” She wasn’t as strong as they were, but she was just as smart. No matter what, she’d save her brother even if it meant getting hurt.
“Just stay behind us, okay? We can’t go into this worrying about you. If you go with us, you have to promise to do what we say. Got it?”
Was he pulling the Dom card on her? And yet, she had to admit he had a point. They could handle themselves better than she could. “Fine.”
“Good.” Seth reached behind his back and pulled out a gun. “Do you know how to use this?”
“Just point and shoot.” She’d never handled a gun before, but didn’t everyone know the basics?
“There’s more to it. The Glock doesn’t have a safety so be sure you know where you’re pointing it at all times.”
“I will.” She held out her hand, but he kept it.
“I’ll hold on to it until we get there. We wouldn’t want you to shoot the horse out from under you.”
“Whatever. We have to get moving.” She started for the bay horse between Jarrod’s paint horse and Seth’s black stallion.
Jarrod freed the reins of all three horses as she and Seth swung into their saddles. A rifle sat in its holder on Jarrod’s horse while Seth opened up a saddle pouch and added her gun to the one already there.
Fear stiffened her, dread coiling in her stomach. She hated the idea of hurting anyone, much less shooting them. Yet if it came down to it, she’d kill to keep her brother and her men safe.
“Mitch and other men are on their way, but we’ll reach the barn before they do.” Seth pulled his hat lower. “It’s going to be okay, Amy.”
She prayed he was right.
“Let’s go.” Jarrod made a clicking sound at his horse and tugged the reins, bringing the horse’s head toward the barn door.
She heeled her horse into a gallop and went after him. Seth followed behind her until they’d gotten outside the barn. With Jarrod taking the lead, they gave the horses their reins, riding side by side into the pasture.
They rode hard and fast, pushing as hard as they dared over the uneven ground of the pasture. Her hair flew out behind her as she leaned forward, silently urging both men and horses to speed up. She was ready to ask Jarrod if they’d gotten lost by the time she saw the barn.
They slowed down, stopping several yards away. Her horse pranced as she kept it reined in. The men dismounted, then got their guns ready, handing one to her.
“Why are we stopping here?” Her gaze jumped from the barn to them and back again.
“Check it out.” Seth pointed to the far side of the barn.
She hadn’t noticed before. Now that she gave it a harder look, she could see the bumper and part of the back of the black van sticking out from the corner of the building. “Oh, God, no.”
“Take it easy, Amy,” Jarrod whispered and motioned for her to lower her voice. “Get off your horse.”
Wiping away a tear, she struggled to keep the others in check and slung her leg over the saddle. He took her reins from her and looped them around the branches where the other two horses’ reins were tethered.
“They’ve got him.”
“Yeah, but he’s not dead.”
How could Jarrod know? “How do you know?”
“If he was dead, they’d already be gone.”
Seth’s answer chilled her and yet gave her hope. “Then we still have time. Hurry up.”
Jarrod pulled her next to him. “Remember what we agreed on. You stick behind me. Seth, you know what to do.”
; “Sure do.” Keeping low, he sprinted away from the grove of trees and began making his way toward the back of the barn.
“What’s he going to do? Aren’t we better off sticking together?”
“We’re already outnumbered. Getting a drop on them will be a lot harder.” He kissed her hard, then gave her a stern look. “Get your gun ready. But for shit’s sake, make sure you don’t shoot me in the ass.”
She smiled, trying to fake a confidence she didn’t feel. “I won’t do it on purpose.”
Chapter Twelve
Jarrod figured he had to be out of his ever-loving mind. Bringing Amy along was just plain foolish. But if he hadn’t, he would’ve had to tie her up to keep her at the ranch to keep her from trailing after them. Tying her up was a good thing, but not that way.
Once we’re done here, I’m going to tie her up the right way. As long as we’re all still breathing.
He should’ve waited for Mitch and the others. Yet the churn of his gut had him believing Jesse might not be alive by the time their friends showed up. Crouching, he made it to the side of the barn and waited as Amy pressed her back to the faded weathered wood alongside him.
She’s so fucking sexy.
It was a crazy thought to have right then, but there it was. His woman, their woman was hot as hell, smart as a whip, and twice as brave. If he lived through the day, he’d make sure he told her as much.
“Fuck you, Jesse. You stole from me. You stole from me twice.”
“Look, man, I know I fucked up. Just give me a chance to make it up to you.”
“Damn, do you think I’m stupid? No one steals from Ruben Bandura and lives to tell about it.”
“No, man, please.”
The good news was that Jesse was still alive. The bad news was that Jarrod didn’t think he would be for much longer. He had to do something fast or hear the retort of a gunshot at any moment. Turning to Amy and giving her the hardest look he could, he held up his hand, palm facing her, telling her to stay where she was. When she didn’t respond, he tried again, shoving the palm closer.