Ray, Helena - A Bride for Two Playboys [Male Order, Texas 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Helena Ray

  Bryant pulled himself up so that his face once more hovered above hers. He placed one knee in between her still-open legs and pushed it against the source of her heat and wetness. He started pressing his knee into her pussy and withdrawing it rhythmically, the pressure and the rough denim giving her the friction she so critically needed. As her moans increased, he quickened the pace of his knee rubbing against her clit and reached a hand down to cup one cheek of her ass.

  Robin gasped at his sudden movement down her body. His face pushed between her thighs, and she felt his mouth against where her panties covered her mound. Bryant took the soaking fabric between his teeth and forcefully jerked her panties to her knees. The sensation of the hot summer air against her pussy heightened her arousal and pushed her dangerously close to the edge.

  Bryant licked up and down the entire seam of her cunt, and Robin opened her legs as wide as the panties around her knees would allow. She was soon rewarded for this action. Bryant held her nether lips back with two fingers and lapped eagerly at her hole, swallowing her juices. His tongue darted in and out of her hole, promising a more thorough fucking later. She pushed her hips up, wanting something, anything, inside of her. Bryant’s tongue vanished from her pussy, and his other hand took its place. He placed one finger inside of her, and her pussy tightened, begging for more. He fucked her rhythmically with one finger, then added another. At the same time he pushed a second finger into her dripping cunt, he used his tongue to lave at her clit. He tilted his fingers upward and brushed against her G-spot, this time eliciting a scream around the compromised strawberry.

  He continued his ministrations in that way, pushing Robin ever closer to her fulfillment. She continued bucking against him until, finally, he propelled his fingers directly against her G-spot and sucked at her clit. The suction against her nub and the pressure on that magical spot inside her pushed Robin completely over the edge, and she moaned as she rode the wave of orgasm.

  When she at last arrived back on earth, Bryant was lying on the blanket beside her. He reached his hand, still wet with her juices, to the stem of the strawberry still sitting lightly in her mouth and withdrew what was left of the fruit. He bit down on it then sucked his finger into his mouth. “You taste better than wild strawberries, baby.” He placed a gentle kiss on Robin’s lips and pulled her spent body against his.

  When she finally recovered from the waves of pleasure that had just crashed over her, she gazed up into Bryant’s sparkling eyes. Warmth and friendliness usually gave his eyes their glint, but this time, arousal brewed in his ocean-colored stare. He rested a hand on the small of Robin’s back and pulled her against his considerable erection. Robin could feel her pussy start to wet again as she longed to free that bulge and feel his cock inside her.

  “I need you.” The guttural sound of Bryant’s voice told Robin he felt the same way. She started to sit up and remove her panties that were still wrapped around her ankles, but Bryant wrapped both arms around her midsection and pulled her on top of him. Robin shuddered at the heat in his sudden action. He ground his hips upwards against her rapidly dampening slit. “I want to bury myself in you.” He pulled one of her hands to his mouth and wrapped his mouth around the index finger. He locked his gaze with Robin’s and withdrew her finger from his mouth slowly, running his tongue along its length and reminding Robin of the ecstasy she could feel at the mercy of that tongue.

  His hands slid down her body, stopping in apparent appreciation at her breasts and again at her hips, until he grasped her panties in both hands. The anticipation caused her clit to swell at the thought of his ripping off her panties and taking her. Once more, Bryant shattered Robin’s expectations when he pulled her panties back to cover her pulsating mound. He rested his hand against her wetness for a moment and let out a sigh. “Wait,” he said, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths. “Let’s take this somewhere more private.”

  Robin wrapped her hands around Bryant’s neck and her legs around his waist as he grabbed his hat and replaced it atop his head then swiftly rose to his feet. He placed her gently on the ground, and they quickly strode in the direction of Bryant’s residence at the stables, choosing to leave the picnic basket and its decadent contents behind. Apparently her pace was unsatisfactory, since Bryant gathered her into his arms again and shifted her so that she lay across his arms and cradled her to his chest. He moved faster than Robin thought anyone could with a woman clinging to them. Then again, she guessed anything was possible when their destination held such impossibly thrilling promise. As they approached the back entrance to the stables, Bryant placed Robin back on the ground, but before she could regain her balance, he slammed her back against the stable wall and claimed her mouth in an aggressive kiss. His hands roved over her body, eliciting gasps when he massaged her breasts and slipped a hand between her thighs.

  He grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the stable entrance. As they approached, it appeared Sylvia had escaped from her stall and was grazing at the hay left on the ground outside the entrance to Bryant’s apartment. Robin saw an unfamiliar rage flash across Bryant’s face, but it was quickly replaced by the heated stare of arousal.

  “Fuck it,” he murmured as he leaped from where he stood to the adjacent ladder. “I need you now.” His tone was deadly serious as he ascended the ladder. Robin scrambled behind him, finding it difficult to hurry in her excited state. When she pulled herself into the next level, she saw that it was the hay loft and that Bryant had already busied himself spreading a Native American blanket across a few hay bales.

  When she stood, Bryant crossed immediately to her and grabbed the hem of her dress. In one smooth motion, he pulled the dress from her and tossed it behind him, reducing it to a white gauzy pile. Once she was freed, Robin busied herself with ripping open the pearl snaps of his light, navy blue cotton shirt. She pushed it off him, and Bryant’s hands immediately went to the clasps on the back of her lacy, quite revealing bra.

  “You’re not even stopping to admire the scenery,” Robin protested teasingly against Bryant’s neck. He pulled the bra off her and turned her toward the hay bales. He laid her down on the blanket and lowered his head to one breast, taking a nipple between his teeth. Gasping at the sudden, sharp sensation, Robin arched her back, forcing more of her breast into Bryant’s waiting mouth.

  “Not when the scenery is hiding something much more delicious.” While his tongue laved at her breast, Bryant pushed one hand into her lacy underwear and ran his finger along the length of her dripping slit. “Feels like you want something more delicious, too.” One finger pushed into Robin and pressed directly against her G-spot. She screamed as her nerve endings ignited at the welcome intrusion. Bryant forced her panties down her legs and tossed them to the rapidly growing pile of discarded clothing. He lifted his face from her breast, and Robin reached her hand to the back of Bryant’s neck and pulled him into a desperate, scorching kiss.

  Bryant busied himself with undoing his jeans as he moved his mouth down Robin’s neck, laving at her skin and sending little shocks straight to her throbbing cunt. He pulled himself out of his jeans, and Robin glimpsed his long, thick cock for the first time. The head was a deep shade of purple and pulsating with his need. A droplet of pre-cum rolled down from the slit, pooling at his swollen ridge, and Robin’s inner muscles contracted at the flurry of desperation she felt. She reached out to wrap her hand around his cock, but Bryant pushed her backward onto the hay.

  “Don’t you dare, little lady.” A smile curled on his lips. “I might just explode before I get a chance to fuck that sweet little cunt of yours.” Robin lifted her hips underneath him, desperate for something to push into her wet, swollen folds.

  Bryant positioned himself at her entrance and pushed forward, allowing only the tip of his cock to penetrate Robin’s soaking entrance. With obvious effort, he stopped himself and looked down at Robin, blazing heat mixing with something sweeter in his stare. “Meeting you is the best thing that ever happened to me.” Robi
n’s heart pounded faster at his words, and she lifted her legs to wrap around him.

  He took her movement as an invitation and pushed himself slowly, inch by thick inch, inside of her. Robin felt her pussy muscles clench around him. It had been so long since she had done this and never with such an impressive cock invading her. Once he was all the way in, Robin moaned her pleasure. Every part of her felt the heavenly fullness of Bryant’s cock fucking her. He pulled out and pushed into her again, this time lifting his hips at the end of the stroke, causing his cock to graze against her G-spot and his pelvic bone to press against her engorged clit.

  Robin shocked herself as she moaned louder than she thought possible. Other people and horses be damned, this cowboy was riding her so hard she had to scream.

  “Fuck, Robin, you feel so goddamn good,” Bryant said, his words slurred with his arousal. He continued his rhythmic stroking, his cock touching her G-spot each time. Robin wrapped her hands around his neck, willing to do anything for more pressure, more filling.

  Bryant fulfilled her silent wishes by leaning back and pulling Robin’s legs over his shoulders. With every stroke, he pushed his full length inside of her, driving her to heights of pleasure she had never felt with any man. Bryant’s cock was a gift from God. She was sure of it. Each stroke sent her higher and higher, the summit of her arousal now within reach. Bryant’s strokes became harder, more insistent, signaling that he was nearing the peak of his own excitement. Suddenly, Robin felt Bryant’s hand against the seam of her ass. He pushed her cheeks open and placed a finger against her puckered hole. Holy shit! No one had ever done this to her before.

  The erotic pressure against that forbidden spot propelled Robin into the most intense orgasm she had ever felt. Cascades of pleasure washed over her as she arched her back and pushed harder against Bryant’s cock. She felt her muscles convulsing around his shaft, and the sensation sent even more electric shocks flying throughout her body.

  Robin’s tight inner muscles squeezing must have sent Bryant over the edge, as well. His hot seed splashed inside of her as he groaned his completion, fucking her with hard strokes as her cunt milked him. He collapsed on top of her, his breathing heavy and his heartbeat racing.

  They both lay there, Robin’s breaths and heartbeat matching Bryant’s. Other than the sound of their sated panting, the hayloft was quiet. Robin ran a hand through Bryant’s hair, noting with reverence the way the late afternoon sun shining through the slats in the roof played across his skin and hair. She took a deep breath, smelling the grain and the horses and, of course, Bryant’s distinctive musk. She wanted to commit everything about this moment to memory—the sight of Bryant lying on her chest, the smell, his heavy weight, the faint taste of her own juices mixed with Bryant’s delicious mouth. She placed a kiss on his hair and smiled. This was happiness.

  * * * *

  “Bryant Clare, you motherfucker. I know you’re here!”

  “Shit!” Bryant leaped to his feet and began gathering his scattered clothing. As he hopped on one foot then another putting on his jeans, he leaned over and kissed Robin where she lay prone on top of a stack of hay bales. “I gotta get down and see Al, darlin’.”

  Robin pursed her lips into a pout at the rude interruption of their post-coital cuddling. Alexander Abrams, once more ruining all her fun. “Be quick.” She sighed and watched him button his shirt at the same time he moved to descend the ladder out of the hayloft.

  “I will, baby, I promise.” He whispered those last words right before his head disappeared, and she heard his boots plop onto the dirt floor of the barn.

  “Why you so uptight, Al?” Bryant sounded totally smooth, no hint of the husky voice he had just used with her. The voice that would haunt her fantasies tonight...

  Robin heard a bit of a scuffle with muted profanities escaping in between soft thuds. Slightly worried, she pulled the blanket over her still heaving breasts and crawled to peer over the edge of the hayloft. She giggled at the sight her view afforded her. Bryant was standing with one hand leaning on the barn wall and the other extended outward. Alexander’s head was pressed against Bryant’s extended hand, and his feet ran in place as if trying to attack Bryant.

  “What, huh? Oh, are you upset?” Bryant laughed as Alexander pulled his head back and halfheartedly landed a punch on Bryant’s stomach. Bryant gave Alexander’s shoulder a shove, and the two of them ended their jocular physical dispute. Robin always found male friendships confusing, but how anyone could play fight with Alexander and not try to kill him was beyond her.

  “Fuck you, man.” Alexander joined Bryant in leaning against the barn wall. “Hey, will Constant Comment be ready for the show jumping World Cup qualifier at the end of the month? Her owners are breathing down my neck and playing the ‘we knew your fathers’ card.” Alexander crossed the aisle running down the center of the barn and approached a stall occupied by a tall, dark bay horse. He reached his hand up and ran it smoothly down her neck, his fingers tangling in her mane on the way down. “But we don’t mind you staying here, girl.” His voice was soft and sweet when he addressed the horse.

  “I’m having trouble getting her over a few jumps cleanly, but someone who shows more than I do probably shouldn’t have a problem.” Bryant’s voice was matter of fact, the sophistication taking precedence over the Texan drawl. “I can find some training surcharges for them if they’re really bugging you.”

  Alexander continued stroking the horse, his admiration for the animal plain on his face. “Nah, not unless they’re really necessary.” He leaned his face against the horse’s muzzle, letting her breath muss his soft curls.

  Robin was shocked. Alexander seemed positively human. He was so tender in his handling of the horse and so easygoing in his interaction with Bryant. He even declined an offer to screw over someone! Why on earth couldn’t he use that same open, laid-back attitude with her? And why couldn’t he lean his face against hers and run his fingers softly through her hair like that? She shook her head to dispel that last thought. She had Bryant, more man than she could have ever dreamt up on her own. She hardly needed to be fantasizing about his spoiled brat of a best friend.

  “Whatever you say, man.” Bryant joined Alexander in his admiration of the horse, and the horse’s height dwarfed both of the tall men. “We can get her out of here before the Cotillion, that’s for sure.”

  Bryant’s words stilled Alexander’s hand against the horse’s neck. “Are you thinking about…” Alexander closed his eyes and gulped in a breath of air. When he reopened them, the steely look he used with Robin had returned. “Are you taking Robin?”

  Robin held her breath in anticipation of Bryant’s response.

  “Al, you know how I feel about that.”

  Fuck! Was Bryant expressing some sort of doubt about taking Robin to the Cotillion? Normally, Robin wouldn’t care about attending such an event, but the idea of Bryant in a tuxedo showing her off to all of Male Order as his woman excited her so much. She didn’t want her fantasy ruined so quickly.

  “And you know how I feel.” Alexander’s voice held the same edge of distaste that it did in his disputes with Robin. “I can’t do it. Sure, she’s got that sexy, tight little body, but I can’t.”

  Questions filled Robin’s brain. Why did it matter how Alexander felt? He wasn’t her keeper. And what can’t he do? And was he saying that she was sexy? The thought of him admiring her body should have disgusted her, but she felt her pussy heat at the thought.

  “Why not, Al?” Bryant shot a quick glance toward the hayloft and lowered his voice. “We fucked our way through Europe together. Each ménage a trois was supposed to be the one that finally got you over your intimacy issues. It’s time for you to let someone in again.”

  Alexander humphed in response.

  Bryant lowered his voice to a whisper, and Robin strained to hear. “She’s the one.” He took a deep breath. “For both of us.”

  Alexander’s voice and face betrayed a vulnerability that shocked
her. “I don’t want you to do this without me, Bry. It kills me.” He focused all of his attention on the horse. “But I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready, and I sincerely doubt that Robin is the one for me.” He steadied himself against the horse’s neck, and when he turned back to Bryant, the mischievous look he had when they were scuffling had returned to his face. “But you go ahead and hit that, man. I’m not stopping you.”

  Bryant turned in the direction of the hayloft, and Robin scampered away from the edge. She heard him walking in the direction of the ladder.

  “Just think about it.” His whisper was barely audible.

  Robin spread the blanket over the hay bales and quickly tried to recreate the position she had been in when Bryant left. Soon the top half of his head peaked over the edge of the loft, and he pulled his massive body into the small space. He lowered his body on top of Robin’s and placed a soft, tender kiss on her lips, licking her bottom lip gently as he withdrew his mouth.

  “Al needs me to take care of a horse that’s showing later this month. I gotta take her out again today.” He ran a hand over her nipples, and they pebbled at his touch. “I don’t wanna leave you, baby.” He moved down her body, took a nipple between his teeth, and tugged. Robin melted under the ministrations of his mouth and was unable to stifle a soft moan. “I’d rather make you do that all day long.”

  “It’s okay.” Robin absentmindedly ran a hand through his hair. She inwardly thanked Bryant for leaving. She needed time to process what she had just heard. “I need to get back to the archive, too.”

  He reluctantly lifted his head from her breast, placed a gentle kiss on her lips, and grabbed his Stetson from where it lay discarded on the loft floor. As he began his descent down the ladder, he glanced up at Robin. “You’re okay to get back to work?” She nodded her response. “Al’s a really good guy. Please tell me you’ll think about getting along with him.”