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by Fawkes, Sara


  They’re a couple. A hot, male, cowboy couple.

  “We’re not exclusive,” Wade says as way of an explanation.

  “We’re open.”

  “And, we like women.”

  “We like them a lot.”

  “You wouldn’t be our first.”

  “No, but I’m pretty sure you’re going to be the most fun.”

  Wade looks away but not before I see the flash of pain cross his features.

  “The last time was a bit of a disaster,” Connor explains softly. “We haven’t played with a woman

  —together—since.” He cups my chin and lifts my face. “But you,” he smiles, “I think you can make it

  right.”

  Holy shit! I pace the room, trying to process this information, chiding myself for not seeing what

  was right in front of me.

  “Of course,” Wade adds, “Only if you’re willing.”

  Only if I’m willing? Oh, baby, this is me we’re talking about. Of course I’m willing. There’s no

  way in hell I could ever say no to these men. Look at them.

  “So,” Connor says, approaching me cautiously like I’m a skittish new foal. He takes my hand and

  rubs his thumb across my knuckles. “What do you say?”

  “What do I say?” I step away, put my hands on my hips and try to pretend I’m pissed off. Right.

  As if. My lips won’t stop twitching as I try to suppress my enthusiastic smile.

  In hopes of putting them on edge and making them pay for not just being straight with me from the

  start, I pace across the room a couple more times as if I’m contemplating the situation. Finally, I stop

  and turn to the men, unable to contain my willing grin. “I’ll tell you what I say. I say let’s play!”

  Chapter Twelve – Connor

  The first thing Wade makes us do is take a shower. He says we smell like the floor of a Mexican bar. I

  was hoping for a little threesome shower, but the stall’s not big enough for me and two huge cowboys

  so I shower first and then Connor. By the time I come out, a towel wrapped around me, Wade has

  candles lit and set up all over the bedroom. He’s got some soft music playing and...he’s got four

  lengths of rope in his hands.

  “Drop the towel, he says.”

  “Why?” I clutch the towel tighter. A twinge of fear combined with a wave of excitement thunder

  through me.

  He holds up the rope. “I’m going to restrain you...if you don’t mind.”

  I lick my lips and glance at the four poster log bed.

  “If you’re not comfortable—”

  “I’m good,” I say, folding the damp towel over the back of a chair and crawling up onto the bed. I

  lie on my back and look at Wade, trusting him. He removes his shirt and I gasp at the glorious sight of

  his bare chest. His face isn’t the only thing carved out of granite. His chest is fiercely drawn, all sinew

  and muscle broken up by a patch of hair right between his pecs. He even has those lovely ridges of

  muscles, only the most muscular men have, that disappear beneath the waistband of his jeans.

  Heaven.

  “Arms above your head. Spread your legs,” he says quietly.

  Wade is a true dominant. Obeying him is easy because he inspires compliance simply because of

  his nature. So, I do as Wade says and I do it without thought or trepidation. Wade is in control and by

  agreeing to this tryst, I have relinquished my will to him.

  “You are so beautiful,” he says as he carefully loops one end of soft rope around my wrist and ties

  it off to the upright log at the head of the bed. He does the same to my other wrist and once he’s done,

  he caresses the underside of my arm, down to my breast. Then he leans over and kisses my nipple. His

  kiss, while gentle, seems to hint that he won’t be so gentle later and the implication has me gasping

  and arching into his mouth.

  My reaction causes him to pull away. He looks down at me, a knowing smile playing at the corner

  of his mouth. “So responsive,” he says. “So feisty.” He moves to my ankle and loops more rope

  around it, tying it off to the log at the foot and then doing the same to the other ankle until I’m totally

  spread eagle. The bonds aren’t too tight, there’s some wiggle room—which I test—but not much.

  “Holy Mother of God.” I hear Connor’s voice and turn my head toward the sound. He’s standing in

  the doorway of the bathroom with a towel wrapped low across his hips. He uses a second one to dry

  his wet hair. “Tessa Savage, you are a sight.” He moves toward me, dropping both towels. His cock

  springs up, rigid and eager, bouncing as he walks.

  “Remember last night, Tessa?” Wade asks, sitting on the other side of the bed, caressing me with

  his gaze.

  “Yes,” I say on a sigh. “Of course I remember.”

  “Last night I found out what you like. Tonight, you’re going to find out what I like. You okay with

  that?”

  I nod. My head bobbing as eagerly as Connor’s cock.

  “One of the things I like to do is watch Connor fuck. I’d like to watch him with you. Okay?”

  “Okay.”

  Connor gets onto the bed, lying beside me, caressing my collarbone and sweeping his hand down,

  barely grazing the side of my breast. “You all good, sweet thing?”

  “Yes.”

  He looks at me and smiles then his gaze drops and his eyes focus on my breasts. He reaches for a

  nipple, tweaking it back and forth with his thumb. When it responds immediately into a stiff peak, he

  grins and licks his lips. His gaze meets mine for a second and he whispers, “Wade can get awful

  bossy.” He bites down on his lip and then leans over, taking my hard nipple into his mouth and

  sucking. The urge to move my hands into his hair is strong but of course checked by the restraints

  around my wrists, making me groan in both pleasure and frustration.

  Connor looks up, his pupils dilated with desire. “You okay with that?”

  “Oh, God, yes.”

  “Good,” Wade says, getting off the bed. “Then let me tell you how it’s going to be.”

  Connor raises his brows at me and gives me a sweet, lingering kiss.

  “First of all, no touching unless I say. That means you, Con.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me,” Connor complains. “Look at her.”

  “I know. She’s irresistible. She’s also insatiable. It’s my job to teach the two of you a little

  patience.”

  “Fuck.” Connor emphasizes the word softly but his eyes are aglow with pleasure.

  “Straddle her, no touching.”

  Connor sits up and carefully lifts a leg over me, kneeling on either side of my hips. He holds onto

  his beautiful erection, whether out of need or in order to make sure his flesh doesn’t come in contact

  with mine out of deference to Wade, I’m not sure.

  “Stroke yourself. Show her what you like.” Wade moves over to the side of the bed. He’s standing

  right beside my head, watching. “Do you like what you see?”

  “Yes,” I sigh, licking my lips and subconsciously lifting my hips.

  “Ass on the bed, Tess. Lift it again and I’ll have to spank you.”

  I roll my head to the side, gazing up at Wade. Lord, the man is tall. “Looking forward to it,” I say.

  He smiles wickedly at me. “Push me and you’ll get more than a spanking.”

  “Yes please.”

  “Fuck.” Connor’s hand moves faster along his shaft as he listens to us banter.

  “Easy Con,” Wade says. “Though I’d love to see you spill all
over Ms. Savage’s pretty tits, you

  need to control yourself.”

  Cupping his balls, Con grimaces, “Easy for you to fucking say.”

  “Circle her nipple with your cock,” Wade says, ignoring Connor’s anguish.

  Con grunts as he lowers himself enough to touch my chest. I help bridge the distance by arching

  my back. Oh God! He uses his cock like a sex toy, tapping one nipple, then the other. Circling and

  circling.

  “Move higher.”

  Connor moves up my body so he’s straddling my ribcage.

  “Lick your lips, Tess. Open your mouth. Just a little.”

  This is where the restraints start to drive me mental. I so want to touch the cock hanging mere

  inches from my face. I want to cup my pussy and ease the ache that’s building down there. I want to

  skim a nail along the length of Connor’s shaft and squeeze the heavy sac beneath.

  “Touch it to her lips. Once.”

  Connor taps my lips and I flick out my tongue, dying to touch him.

  “That’s two, Ms. Savage.”

  “Two what?” I gasp.

  “Two times you’ve disobeyed.”

  “He’s keeping score,” Connor says softly. “For later.”

  Oh God! The idea of Wade keeping a tally of my infractions—for later—gets my juices flowing

  and makes it difficult to breathe.

  “Open your mouth wider, Tess.”

  I lick my lips and open.

  “Dip inside. Just the head. Just once.”

  Connor groans as he lowers himself into my mouth. I swirl the head of him with my tongue,

  hoping to draw him deeper.

  “That’s three.”

  Shit.

  “Do you want to suck Connor’s cock?”

  “Yes,” I say, having a hard time controlling my breathing with Connor’s gorgeous cock within

  such close sucking proximity.

  “Then you need to behave.” Wade sits down on the bed beside my head. He strokes my hair away

  from my face. “Con, jack your cock, nice and hard, give Ms. Savage an up close show. Make her beg

  for it.”

  Connor adopts a grim expression as he works his cock sliding his hand up and down at lightening

  pace, only inches from my face.

  “Do you see how fucking hard he is for you?” Wade whispers. “I bet he’s been sporting that all

  day, imagining your soft little pussy, thinking about sinking himself inside of you.”

  My body convulses against the restraints.

  “Open your eyes, Tess. Watch his hand. Watch how hard he pumps. Like a fucking piston. That’s

  what he’s going to do to you. Pump your sweet mouth, your pretty pussy. Is that what you want?”

  “Yes,” I cry.

  Wade reaches behind Connor’s thigh and cups my breast, lifting it and squeezing it without any of

  the gentleness of his earlier kiss. He takes my nipple between thumb and forefinger and pinches,

  twisting one way and then the other. “What about this?” he asks. “Do you like this?”

  “Yes,” I moan, arching against his hand. “Yes.”

  “What do you want, Tess?” Wade demands, pinching harder.

  “I want Connor,” my breath hitches. “In my mouth. Please.”

  “Con, you heard the lady,” Wade says. He gets up, making more room for Connor to guide his

  cock to my open mouth.

  I don’t care what Wade says, I can’t help myself from circling him with my tongue. Considering

  how hard he was pumping his cock, he moves carefully into my mouth, just the head at first, then a

  little deeper with each thrust. I feel the mattress move at the end of the bed. Oh God! Please tell me

  Wade is between my parted legs.

  With my eyes closed, I open my throat for Connor while I imagine Wade staring at my swollen,

  exposed pussy. When Wade finally touches me, I jerk with surprise and delight. His hands start at the

  inside of my knees, massaging, squeezing my muscles and flesh as he slowly moves up to where I

  want him most. I can’t stop my hips from rocking as his large hands make their way up my parted

  thighs. There are just so many sensations, I don’t know how to cope. Connor filling me, hitting the

  back of my open throat, making it difficult to breathe when I’m already panting. My arms and legs

  restrained, keeping me from holding on, pushing away, moving into the sensations, doing anything but

  be helpless to the pleasure and demands of these two men. Wade’s hands fondling the sensitive skin of

  my thighs, watching Connor’s ass as he thrust into my open mouth.

  Then there are the sounds. Oh, the sounds. Connor’s grunts of pleasure. My blood thundering

  through my veins, racing this way and that, not sure where it’s needed most. Of course there’s

  Wade...talking, telling me what he’s going to do, arousing me with words.

  “You like that, don’t you? You want my fingers inside of you while Con fucks your mouth.”

  I can’t answer and he doesn’t expect me to.

  “Look at this hungry cunt.” With one finger, he draws a line from my mound over my swollen clit

  passing through my soaking slit. “So wet. So needy.” His damp finger ends up at the tight opening of

  my ass. Just as Connor thrusts all the way to the back of my throat, Wade corkscrews his finger into

  my tight ass. “Ah, but this,” he says. “This is my favorite part of you.”

  My body bucks in response to it all. I start to shake my head, needing more, needing less,

  needing...something...everything. I don’t even know what I need anymore

  “Enough, Con. Enough.”

  Connor pulls out of my mouth and I gulp air into my lungs as if I’ve just come up from a deep

  water dive. I’m writhing against the bonds, moaning, out of control, fighting.

  “Shit,” Connor says, lying beside me and stroking my damp face. “You okay?”

  “Yes,” I say, though my head still rocks from side to side because it’s the only part of me I can

  move.

  Wade pushes my legs open wider and gives my pussy a deep lick. “The girl just needs to come,” he

  says before making another pass. His tongue goes deep, licking me from ass to clit. But he stops much

  too soon. “Unfortunately for her,” he says, sitting up, his hands continuing to massage the tight cords

  of my parted thighs, teasing me by coming close but not touching any part of my pussy. “I’m not

  going to let her come just yet.”

  Chapter Thirteen – Connor

  “No!” I cry. Needing to come so bad, I ache. “Please.”

  “Oh, baby,” Connor says, rolling on top of me to kiss me. His lips are swollen and moist and his

  tongue is as demanding as his cock was.

  I’m not sure what comes first, the sound of Wade’s palm against flesh or the jerk of Connor’s

  body on top of mine. Of course I know what came first—action, reaction—but with my blood starved

  brain, it all seemed to happen simultaneously.

  “Shit,” Connor whispers against my mouth before he pushes himself off me.

  “You’ve just earned Ms. Savage another infraction,” Wade says. “That’s four. Five if you count

  the way she’s been thrusting her naughty pussy into my hands and face.” Wade continues to knead my

  legs, moving back down to my knees and finally to my ankles. I’m breathing too hard to process what

  he’s doing. “Untie her wrists,” he says to Connor.

  Oh, thank God. Between the two of them, the bonds are removed quickly. Wade rubs my ankles,

  making sure there’s no burn marks and I rub my wrists. The reprieve is short lived, howev
er.

  “Hands and knees, baby.”

  It takes me a moment to move because Wade is standing at the foot of the bed, peeling his jeans,

  shorts and all, down his long, powerful legs. He kicks them off and looks up to find me watching.

  With the most irreverent gleam in his eyes, he mouths the words, “That’s six.” Aloud he says, “Move

  darling unless you want it to be seven.”

  Seriously? I don’t care. I want whatever it is he’s threatening. Spankings? Probably. I want seven

  of them. At least. But more than his promised punishment, I want whatever else is coming. Whatever

  else he has in mind that necessitates the removal of his jeans because heaven help me, the man is

  beautiful. His cock is as stiff as steel and as big or even bigger than I imagined. So, of course I do as

  he says—if it means I get that gorgeous cock—crawling onto my hands and knees, facing Connor.

  “Turn around,” Wade says, his voice low and commanding.

  Slowly, I turn a circle so I’m facing Wade and my ass is pointed at Connor.

  “That’s better.” Wade lifts my chin so that our eyes meet. “Last night you told me you wanted to

  suck my cock. Do you know how many times I’ve thought about that today? Do you?”

  I shake my head.

  “I haven’t been able to think of anything else except your pretty mouth milking me.” His takes a

  deep breath and shuts his eyes for a moment. With his eyes still closed, as if imagining his next words,

  he says, “Watching you with Connor...?” his jaw tightens and his nostrils flare. “Fucking hell.”

  “It’s better than you can imagine,” Connor says from behind. His hands are on each globe of my

  ass and he’s kneading, his thumbs reaching for my center.

  Stroking the side of my head, Wade says, “I’m going to fuck your face, Tess. I have to. But while I

  do it, Con is going to punish your ass.”

  I make a small gasping sound. Wade’s done it again. He’s made me hot, needy and ready with

  words. Mere words. Oh, God, what will he do to me when he’s inside of me?

  “Jesus, Tess.” He grasps a handful of hair and tilts my head back. “You really like this?”

  I nod, biting my lip, wagging my ass at Connor.

  Wade groans and slides his hand to my jaw. His thumb forcefully parts my lips and delves inside

  my mouth. “Dammit, baby—” He kneels on the bed and carries his cock up to my lips. “Open for me,

 

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