Her Outlaw Cowboys: A Reverse Harem Romance (Cowboy Desires Book 2)

by Asha Daniels

  “Yes, I know. Me too, sir.”

  She seemed so fragile, so small and as he lowered his head, kissing her lips, he almost lost sight of what he was doing. He’d been trained his entire life to take care of a woman, love and protect, honor and respect, all while using discipline as necessary. And all from reading books and talking with Josh and Toby.

  Macy.

  Fuck. Why was he thinking of her when he had everything he’d ever wanted here, ready and willing? There was no pretense about Georgia, no deceit in her desires.

  Savage broke the kiss and eased her over the pillows, her rounded ass in the air. “I appreciate you selecting implements for me to use. I’m very proud of you.” He rubbed the small of her back, his fingers inching down to caress her ass cheeks. Even the way her skin felt against his skin was more scintillating than he’d imagined. Grabbing the brush, he took a deep breath, controlling his nerves, twirling the piece in his fingers.

  Convincing himself this was the right thing to do.

  “Twenty with the brush.”

  “Yes, sir.” She smashed her face into the bedding.

  He snapped his wrist, the solid wooden brush connecting with her sit spot, immediately issuing a second on the other side. He was surprised her body flinched, but she didn’t call out in any manner. Blinking, he garnered full control over his emotions. This was indeed about helping her learn, to accept the need for his firm hand.

  For their firm hands.

  When he issued several more, controlled slaps hitting exactly where he wanted, she clenched her ass cheeks, a slight whimper escaping her mouth. “You’re doing very well.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  There were no tears, no muffled crying sounds. It was as if she had a certain threshold, a need for him to delve deeper. He continued the spanking, counting until he reached twenty. At this point, he was in a mode he hadn’t been allowed in years. “Now, the ruler and twenty more.”

  Georgia wiggled, folding her arms under her.

  The Lexan piece wasn’t heavy, but he knew the stinging sensations would create needed heat. As he began to spank her, the snapping sound seemed louder, mixing with a few whimpers muffled as they pushed past her lips. By the time he reached twelve, beads of sweat were trickling down the sides of his face. He wasn’t surprised at his body’s reactions, the way his pulse raced. This was a powerful moment shared between them.

  She kicked out only twice, immediately resuming her position, her fists clenched.

  He couldn’t have been more shocked.

  The weight of the ruler, the action and the understanding of his command were draining. “Count off the last six, Georgia.” In truth, he wasn’t entirely certain he could keep count.

  “Yes, sir.”

  The two spanks were harder than the ones before, instantly creating welts.

  “Fifteen and sixteen, sir,” she whispered, a shake in her voice.

  He repeated the action, this time smacking her on the tops of her thighs.

  “Seventeen and eighteen… sir.” Her words were breathless.

  “Two more,” he stated, keeping his voice even. As he brought down the rule, one after the other, goose bumps flashed along his arms, creating a series of chills skating down his spine.

  “Nineteen and… And twenty, sir.” Georgia unclenched her hands, pushing her arms over her head, her legs positioned perfectly together.

  Dropping the ruler onto the dresser, he brushed both hands through his hair. He’d never had difficulty spanking a woman, and he’d done so on several occasions, but this time, he was out of his element, uncertain of why or what the fuck he was doing.

  “Will there be more, sir?”

  The question threw him. “I think you need to reflect on the kind of danger you put yourself in today. Let’s get you back into the corner and I don’t want you to rub your ass.” He helped her up and to the corner, caressing her ass before taking a step backwards. “I’ll be back in ten minutes. Then we’ll finish.”

  Shit, he needed to regroup.

  “Yes, sir.” She shifted, darting a look in his direction. “Savage, wait. Please. Hear me out.”

  He held his breath, longing to hold her in his arms, to keep her close to him.

  Georgia darted a single look over her shoulder, her lower lip quivering. “You should know that I want this. I need to experience life in a completely different manner. It’s as if I’ve been living in a vacuum my entire life, uncertainty keeping me a prisoner. I no longer merely want to read about exciting locations, amazing cities and interesting people. I want to experience everything for myself, including trusting a man to provide everything I desire. This might not make any sense to you.” Her laugh was laced with bitterness. “Hell, I’m not even certain if my mind is thinking clearly, but I do understand that Toby and Josh are a part of what we’re sharing. I trust you and because of your willingness to share your demons with me. I can trust both of them as well as their judgment. I might be a fool, but for once I’m taking a chance.”

  I trust you. The words reverberated in his ears. Everything she’d whispered had come from deep within her soul, breaking free of the normal bindings placed by society. How had they gotten this close so quickly? How had he allowed his guard to fall? The answers weren’t easy, especially for a man who trusted almost no one. Instead of answering, he brushed two fingers from the long line of her neck down the length of her spine, taking his time, exploring.

  Learning.

  He wanted to discover every inch of her enticing body. Bile clogged his ability to swallow, sending a chill down his back to his legs. She’d given him a tremendous gift and if he wasn’t careful, he’d fuck it up.

  As he usually did.

  Savage took solid steps, leaving the room and closing the door. Then he shrunk against the wall, catching his breath, swallowing several times. He fisted his hands, coming close to smashing one against the wall. And why? Because she wasn’t like the others. She was sweet and giving, honest and loving.

  You mean, she isn’t like Macy.

  And he had absolutely no idea how to handle her with the love and tenderness she deserved. What the hell was he going to do?

  When he walked back into the kitchen, the looks on his buddies’ faces said what he was thinking. They’d crossed a line that none of them were certain what to do with. “She understands that there will be discipline in this house, punishment for infractions and rules will be created. She’s also been instructed that one of us will provide a maintenance spanking every morning before work. We’ll have to work out the rest of the details.” His voice was strained, his throat dry.

  Josh opened his mouth then exhaled, the breath long and ragged.

  “Are you all right?” Toby asked.

  “Honestly? I don’t think so,” Savage admitted. “What I started can’t be undone. She has a picture in her mind of a lifestyle that she’s read about, but never experienced. The fact she expressed such burning hunger, an almost desperate need to fulfill a void is… Well, unexpected. What if she realizes what a fucked-up man I really am?”

  “You’re not any more ‘fucked-up’ than anyone else,” Josh stated, disdain crowding into every syllable. “Including us. The shit at the bar happened. A man died. All three of us have carried the guilt like a noose around our necks. We can’t change anything, including the way people are going to treat us. I might not know Georgia very well, but her trust in us means a hell of a lot to me.” He closed his eyes, his mouth pursed. “A hell of a lot.”

  The words were meant to rile him, force him to face what he was getting them all in the middle of. He sagged against the wall, nodding several times. “You’re right. I’m wallowing in the past, events that can’t be changed. But I want to be dead clear about this. If we move forward. If we share this amazing woman, I don’t want Georgia hurt because of what we did.”

  “Then don’t hurt her,” Toby stated, almost blandly. He walked closer to Savage. “Simple. You brought her here. You fucked her a
lready, let alone you’re dragging her down the road leading to discipline and in this place, and against the very simple rules Richard Marshall gave us. And before you go off half-cocked, I certainly fueled the fire this morning, so I won’t lie to you or to Josh. She’s fascinating, beautiful and I crave the same things you do, but we can’t be fools. This could lead to termination or worse.”

  A quiet fell into the room.

  “A road straight to Hell,” Savage whispered.

  Josh cleared his throat. “I like her too. She’s not like any of the other women I’ve ever met. However, I don’t think we need to be so damn melodramatic at this point, gentlemen. We’re not marrying the girl. We’re all adults and she seems to have some crazy interest in all of us, at least to some degree. If she’s willing to explore a taste of pure sin, I’m not going to back away.”

  “I guess that’s the real question. Does that mean that she wants… Us, I mean does she want us to be…” Toby was unable to finish asking the question. He hissed instead, mumbling under his breath.

  Savage polished off the rest of his drink, his hand shaking as he placed the glass on the table, running his finger around the rim. “If you’re asking if she wants the two of you involved in everything.” He lifted his head, embracing what was going to occur. “The answer is yes.”

  Toby held his breath for a full minute before nodding.

  Josh looked toward the window, a deep sigh escaping his mouth. “Then we treat her with the utmost respect. Always.”

  Respect, Savage wasn’t worried about.

  Losing his heart, he was.

  Georgia exhaled after Savage left the room. What had possessed her to open up, to share such a telling statement with him? He must think she was nuts or vying for a hand in marriage. Hands. The thought alone made her giggle nervously. She was so far in over her head she could drown. One day. One day she’d spent in Cheyenne and what had she accomplished? Oh, the list was certainly interesting. Might even impress Jessica. “Oh…” The whispered words were full of anxiety. What was Savage telling the others?

  Hey, she says it’s all right to come join us. Hungry to devour the cowgirl wannabe?

  She made a face, forcing the quips aside. Savage wasn’t the big badass he made himself out to be. The marshmallow center was simply singed from guilt, anger and shame. What he wanted to portray was vaulted strength of character. God, he was trying so hard.

  Everything about his demeanor had changed. Even his mannerisms and tone of voice had taken on a commanding authority. She shivered, resisting disobeying and kept her nose pinned to the wall. Yes, her ass was stinging, her legs shaking, but she hadn’t cried. There hadn’t been a single tear shed. Why? Why couldn’t she completely let go? Her frustration level was boiling.

  Perhaps she’d never be able to. She knew in her heart that when she did, she’d find the peace she’d been searching for her entire life. The adoration for Savage was growing, creating the kinds of emotions that she’d longed for, but who was she kidding? This was simply a moment in time. However joyful the experience was going to be, reality would sneak up quickly, yanking her back to her real life.

  Why? Why couldn’t she savor the time they shared? No, she would. She could. This was going to happen. She closed her eyes, pressing her forehead against the wall, a laugh bubbling to the surface. She was standing naked in the home of three men she knew little about.

  Except everyone believed them to be killers.

  Hearing the debilitating anguish as he told the story, confiding in her when he had no way of knowing whether she’d use the information, had created a bond. The tethering was thin, and anything could snap the line, but she wanted to explore the possibilities, share aspects of a lifestyle she’d only read about. Getting hurt? There was always that chance.

  A smile crossed her face even though she tamped back the laughter. Savage was dead set on her discipline. Her punishment. But so was she. The spanking had been cathartic, almost exactly like everything she’d read about, dreamed about. Almost. How could anyone hunger for a spanking as much as she did?

  When she heard the sound of the door, she tensed, uncertain of what to expect. The footsteps were different, not as heavy or as structured. Either Josh or Toby had entered the room. Then she heard a second set and the anticipation as well as the excitement surging through her forced beads of perspiration to pop on her upper lip.

  A hand slipped under her hair, grasping her neck, another gingerly placed on her shoulder. Georgia felt herself being tugged. Unable to feel her feet, she closed her eyes.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his hot breath cascading across her cheek.

  Toby’s voice was sensual, a deep baritone full of allure.

  He pressed his lips to her skin as one hand traveled down her arms, the touch light, but more jarring than she would have imagined. His fingers kneaded the skin on her neck, yet the hold was commanding. He eased her back several feet before sliding his hand across to just underneath her breasts. “I wanted you the first time I saw you.”

  She tilted back her head mere inches, a slight moan slipping past her lips. As another set of hands seemed to float down from her shoulders to her waist, crawling down her hips to the tops of her thighs.

  “We want you. We want to fulfill your every desire.” Josh’s statements were powerful, a draw unlike any she’d experienced. Passion filled the moment, a promise of ecstasy.

  Her eyelashes fluttering, she gazed into Josh’s penetrating eyes, mesmerized. He’d removed his shirt and the sight of his carved chest and washboard abs sent a series of quivers straight into her pussy.

  Josh danced his fingers up and down her legs, coming dangerously close to her groin, his smile one of knowing. He bent down, dragging his tongue across the seam of her mouth, around her lips.

  Toby wrapped his hand around her hair, twisting and pulling, his other hand palming her back, inching down slowly. He cupped her ass, caressing then tapping first one then the other ass cheek. “A well spanked woman.”

  “Mmm… Yes, sir. Deserved discipline,” she said without hesitation.

  “And there will be more,” Josh stated then mouthed her jaw, her cheek, sliding his lips to hers. They shared an open-mouthed kiss, holding, teasing.

  She placed her hands on his waist, shifting and turning her hands as she traveled up his chest, excitement building to the point her breath was skipping. He was muscular in all the right places. Her nipples stood at full attention, longing to be licked, bitten. Twisted. A rush of yearning fueled every fire, sizzling the embers already started by her intimacy with Savage.

  Easing his foot between her legs, Toby forced them open, tapping her ass again before sliding his finger down the crack of her ass, slipping his hand between her thighs. “Are you wet?”

  “Yes,” she mumbled, reaching back to touch him.

  Josh crushed his mouth over hers, thrusting his tongue inside, cupping her breasts with his hands.

  “Let me see.” Toby dipped the tip of his finger past her pussy lips, offering a husky growl. “Wet and hot.”

  The kiss was passionate, their tongues entwining, and the way Josh squeezed her breasts, his thumbs brushing back and forth across her nipples was electrifying. Every touch was more potent, an overflow of current creating prickles along every inch of skin. The taste of him was sweet, tangy and the scent of both full of testosterone, earthy.

  Toby flicked his finger around her clit, keeping the rhythm slow and even. “Imagine when I’m inside of you, filling you with my thick. Hard. Cock.”

  Georgia moaned into the kiss from the blatant words as well as the pain tingling her muscles. Josh continued to pinch and pull her nipples, forcing them into hard peaks.

  Breaking the kiss, he dragged his lips across her cheek to her ear, darting his tongue just inside before nipping her earlobe. “I’m going to eat your sweet pussy raw, feast on you until you stream cum down my throat.”

  No longer able to feel her legs, she clung to him, cat
ching her breath, then allowed her fingers to tickle his abs, moving ever so slowly down to his crotch. The feel of him in her hand, throbbing, bulging through the tight jeans gave her heart a series of tremors.

  A lust filled sound pushed past Toby’s lips as he plunged two fingers inside her cunt, pumping in and out.

  “Oh God…” She lolled her head, unable to focus as she fumbled to free Josh’s cock, her numb fingers working the thick belt buckle. She was drawn to his leather belt, the scarred material rough under her fingers. An image floated into her mind, one of being spread eagle on the bed, her wrists and ankles bound, all three gorgeous men taking their turns whipping her with their respective belts.

  One. After. The. Other.

  Toby continued finger fucking her, his harsh pants becoming scattered. “I will fill every hole, fuck you in every room.”

  A grin popping on his face, Josh tilted his head, his eyes falling to watch as she released his cock. “Careful what you’re asking for, little girl.”

  The taunt was salacious, the jolt of current sizzling every cell, tensing every muscle. She tugged the zipper, peeling away the material and freeing his shaft and balls. Wrapping her hand around the base of his shaft, she licked her lips, issuing a sucking noise.

  Chuckling, Josh hunkered over, taking a nipple into his mouth.

  The second he bit down, taking her tender flesh between his teeth, she thought she would pass out. “Oh. Oh!”

  Toby tugged back her head until he was able to lean over, capturing her mouth. He added a third then fourth finger, sliding in and out, the sucking sound of her wet pussy a powerful aphrodisiac.

  She was drunk on desire, high on the dazzling sensations and ready to explore every inch of the men.

  Her men.

  The thought was delicious indeed.

  When Toby eased back, he planted one hand on her shoulder, giving her a slight push.