Cowboy Doms Collection

by BJ Wane

  Sydney and Tamara made the announcement together, their happy voices drawing attention from everyone around them. “We’re pregnant!”

  Kelsey stood to the side as everyone converged on the two couples, their happiness for them apparent in the sincerity of their well-wishes. She’d never felt more like an outsider and never craved friendship as much as in those few moments. She liked her friends and coworkers, but doubted if she’d feel as exuberant over the announcement of a baby, or if any of them would greet that news from her with such heartfelt enthusiasm. It was strange, and a little disheartening to discover there was something lacking in her life that she never realized before. This would be yet one more thing to cope with when she returned to Philly.

  Damn, she really needed that temporary escape she’d been craving again from Greg and Devin. Even if it meant getting naked in front of others. She’d never see any of them again, which should make it easier.

  “Sit down, Kelsey. Join us,” Sydney insisted, glancing up at Greg and Devin. “If it’s okay with you, Sirs.”

  “It is, and congratulations, you two.” Devin bent and kissed each girl on the lips and then Greg followed suit. Their husbands’ proud smiles hadn’t slipped, so they were obviously good with the attention their expectant mothers were getting.

  “Wow, that must be exciting, having your babies so close together.” Kelsey sat down as the others strolled back to their tables and the guys took a seat at the bar. “One might think you planned it that way,” she teased.

  Tamara giggled. “We didn’t, but people aren’t going to believe us.” She shrugged. “I don’t care, I love the way it turned out. We’re due just a few weeks apart.”

  “And now, the fun part will be seeing how the guys react if one or both of us has a girl.” Sydney practically rubbed her hands together in anticipation of that possibility and all the fun she could have with Caden.

  “As protective as I’ve noticed these guys are, I bet they would be as strict with a boy as a girl. I hope you’ll send me a birth announcement.” Kelsey would make sure she left them her contact information before leaving tonight.

  Tamara’s face fell. “Are you leaving soon? Will you come back?”

  “I…” Would she? Kelsey eyed Greg and Devin and her heart executed a slow roll. She wanted them, she never denied that fact. And she acknowledged she would miss them, not just the awesome sexual experiences they’d given her, but them. But neither man had said a word about the future, nor hinted they would miss her. So, no, she wouldn’t return just to go through the uncertainty of leaving again. “It’s such a long way, and long-distance relationships don’t fare well, so I doubt it. But I’d love to hear about your babies.”

  “Then we have to keep in touch,” Sydney insisted.

  “Okay, what gives?” Caden glanced from Devin to Greg, suspicion darkening his eyes and drawing his brother’s attention.

  Devin resisted the urge to look back at Kelsey, not surprised by his friend’s quick observation. He waited until Greg gave him a nod in agreement before saying anything though. “We got word the threat against Kelsey is real. The FBI is on it, and moving on what they have as fast as they can. In the meantime, she doesn’t make a move without one of us by her side.”

  “What can we do to help?” Connor asked, stepping forward with their beers.

  Greg nodded his thanks, replying, “Nothing that we can think of right now, but the offer is appreciated. We have experience in protecting witnesses, and this situation amounts to taking the same precautions.”

  Devin tried not to think about how the last woman they’d sworn to protect had ended up. The scars from their bullet wounds weren’t the only reminders of how they’d both failed. Greg had been right, they had done everything humanly possible to protect and shield Catherine, but that didn’t negate the fact they’d rolled out of her bed in time to dress before all hell had broken loose, leaving him to always wonder if he’d been totally focused on the job. Greg continued to swear without hesitation he had been, but between the two of them, Devin remained the naysayer.

  Caden thumbed his hat back. “Let Grayson know. He has law enforcement contacts, which might come in handy. I don’t have to tell you how easy it would be for someone to sneak onto your property from the woods.”

  “No, you don’t.” Devin’s gut cramped at the thought. “Which is why one or both of us will be with her at all times. With a large hunting party camping out on the ranch this week, the number of people coming and going will make it harder for a stranger to sneak in. And yes, we’ve already had Kelsey’s foster parents run everyone’s names through their system and they’ve cleared them.”

  “As far as they know,” Greg added. “An experienced perp will have access to damned good aliases.”

  Connor’s worried gaze swung to Kelsey. “Then let’s hope your former boss is still good at his job.”

  It helped, Devin mused, to have friends who offered such unconditional support. He turned to his best friend. “Shall we see how far we can push our girl?”

  Greg smirked. “So, you’re ready to admit she’s our girl, now?”

  “While she’s here,” he answered without inflection, sliding off the stool.

  Kelsey’s pulse kicked up a notch as she watched Masters Greg and Devin return to the table, their eyes resting on her face. Those deep, penetrating looks made it easy to remember their titles here at the club. She liked the contrast between their less formal but just as dominant at home persona and their sterner, more formal mien here at the club. She also liked how her body sat up and took notice the same, no matter where they were or which side of them she was facing. Was it any wonder she’d nicknamed her pussy ‘slutty bitch’?

  “What, pray tell, do you find so amusing?” Greg grasped her hand and pulled her up.

  “Myself, and that’s all I’m admitting. Where are we going?” She was proud of herself for not wincing at the breathless catch in her voice as she waved to Sydney and Tamara.

  “To dance, for starters.” Devin pulled her in front of him when they reached the dance floor, but it wasn’t until Greg pressed against her back that she eased into the slow, pelvis-grinding movements they controlled with their hands on her hips.

  She sighed, content to go where they led her. Here, she didn’t have to think, make decisions or worry. Her heartache was forgotten with the tight grip of their hands, the press of those ripped abs and pectorals against her breasts and back and their thick thighs bunching against her legs with each sway of their bodies. Barefoot, she barely reached their chests, and for once she liked how her petite stature worked in her favor.

  They didn’t talk, just made free with her body as if they owned her. And she not only didn’t care, but embraced each sweep of a calloused palm down her bare thighs, every light finger stroke up her bare arms, the tender kiss on the side of her neck, the sharp nip on her earlobe. Nestled between their tall, wide shoulders and long legs, it was easy to shut out the other people dancing so close, easy to forget it wasn’t just the three of them in their own little world. Even when Greg unbuttoned her blouse down to her waist and Devin spread the sides open, baring her braless breasts, she found it easier not to shy away from the public exposure standing between the protective embrace of her two cowboys.

  “There. Not so hard, is it?” Greg murmured in her ear as he slid a hand under her skirt and cupped one silk-covered buttock.

  “Your bodies are shielding me.” That was her excuse, and Kelsey felt more comfortable sticking to it than admitting to the decadent thrill of exhibitionism scorching her insides. She swallowed hard as Devin shifted just enough to allow the couple next to them to see her exposed state.

  Cool air and the man’s hot gaze hit her nipples, jolting her with lust. His slow wink sent a warm flush crawling up her neck, the heated buzz surging through her bloodstream potent enough to keep her on edge with wanting more. She whipped her eyes back up to Devin. “I haven’t seen the upstairs yet.” She prayed they took the hint
without making her beg for what she wanted.

  They exchanged that same look over her head she’d caught them doing several times before, a silent communication only the two of them could decipher. She didn’t take offense, didn’t care about how many times it had taken or with how many others they’d had to practice it on to perfect the technique of being able to read each other’s thoughts and decisions when it came to dealing with a submissive’s needs. She just wanted them to act.

  Greg’s hands tightened on her hip and butt as Devin’s grip on her breasts switched to her nipple. “Little bit,” Greg growled low, “you could try the patience of a saint. You’re making it damn difficult to do what’s right.”

  “Who cares about what’s right?” Jordan and Theresa certainly didn’t. Neither has my father’s partner and so-called friend. Kelsey shoved aside the useless thoughts. “I’m leaving as soon as this guy is stopped. I don’t have time for you to take things so slow.”

  Devin swore, stepped back and grabbed her hand. “I’ve warned you to be more careful about insisting on what you want. Let’s go.”

  Her breasts swayed as they ushered her off the dance floor and toward the stairs. Kelsey bit her lip as Devin tugged her up behind him and Greg kept his hand on her lower back. The dimness of the loft did little to hide the scenes taking place at the different stations and apparatus, or to shield her bare breasts from appreciative glances as they took their time walking her around the upper floor.

  She shook her head when they paused at a webbed, hanging swing, the woman occupying it with her legs bound in a wide V straining toward the man’s hand pumping a large dildo in and out of her pussy. The padded cross looked interesting, but not the thin cane Master Dan was snapping across Nan’s buttocks. The big, upright wagon wheel drew her curiosity until she read some of the possibilities spelled out on the smaller, spinning wheel. Wheel of Misfortune was an apt name for the contraption. When they walked over to a dangling chain with two cuffs attached on the end, her interest piqued along with her pulse.

  “Okay, I’m good with giving this a try.”

  They smirked, the jerks, before Greg gave her one of his teasing grins. “Too bad. You don’t get to call the shots. Haven’t we mentioned that before?”

  Devin steered her away from the chain station before she could reply. “We’ve already decided on a bench,” he said.

  “And you’re the boss, right?” Kelsey meant to say that with sarcasm, but instead, her voice betrayed the sudden, breathless anticipation surging through her.

  “Right.” Greg slid her blouse off and laid it on a chair in the corner.

  “Bend over, baby,” Devin ordered, his tone steely soft, his hands on her shoulders, guiding her down, gentle. “No more talking unless we ask you a question or for a color.”

  She nodded before lying face down on the padded bench with a cutout for her nose and mouth. With her knees resting on the kneeler and her hips perched on the edge of the bench, the position was surprisingly comfortable. Until her arms were strapped down at her sides with a band over each wrist, followed by a wide strap tightening across her lower back. She yanked on the restraints, an automatic response to the ripple of unease that dulled her initial excitement. The instant anxiety over her helplessness changed with just as much speed to an arousing wave of heat, dispelling her cold panic as much as their deep voices rumbling in her ears.

  “Deep breath, Kelsey. You’re all right.” Devin’s no-nonsense order.

  “We’re right here, little bit. You’re safe.” Greg’s warmer encouragement.

  Hearing both men so close eased the last of her tension while ratcheting up her arousal. “Remember,” Greg continued as she felt Devin move away, “you don’t tell us, we tell you.” He slid his hand down to her skirt and pulled it up. Cool air raised goosebumps across her buttocks as he lowered her panties, exposing her backside to whoever stood close enough to see. “Give me a color.” His hand cracked on her right cheek.

  “Green, Sir,” she gasped, no longer caring if she had an audience. The only thing that mattered was having their hands and mouths on her again. As far as fucking in public, that was something she shied away from contemplating.

  “Good girl. Keep your head down. Devin is returning with vibrating anal beads. You’ll like those.”

  Anal beads? Oh, dear. Just what have I gotten myself into this time? They didn’t give her time to wonder or fret. Fingers spread her cheeks and rubbed ointment around her puckered back entrance before pushing past the tight resistance to grease her insides. She shook as those thick digits pulled out of her and a row of cool, hard, round balls was pressed inside her.

  “Relax, baby,” Devin ordered as she tensed against the tight stretching and stuffed-full sensation encompassing her rectum. “Just two more.”

  Another push and the fourth smooth globe rolled inside her. Kelsey shook from the last insertion, exhaling her pent-up breath on a whoosh as soon as she adjusted to the foreign invasion. The next ten minutes passed in a blur of painful, stimulating swats delivered across both buttocks with a leather paddle as small pulsations erupted along the sensitive tissues lining her rear channel. Her tormentors’ deep murmurs kept her on edge as effectively as the slow build-up of throbbing, heated pain.

  “You pushed for our attention, and now you have it.” Devin caressed one burning cheek.

  “And you’ve thanked us for our thoughtfulness by complaining.” She heard the paddle fall on the floor and assumed that was Greg’s hand roaming over her other buttock.

  Be careful stating what you want. Kelsey hadn’t been, she knew that now, as she lay bound and at their mercy. She knew they wouldn’t hurt her, and knowing the safeword gave her the courage not to use it as they released her wrists and the middle strap and then covered her eyes with a silk blindfold as she lifted her head.

  “You’ll do better and give us the response we want if you’re not worrying over someone watching. This way,” Greg said, turning her shoulders as Devin flipped her hips around, “you’re free to just feel, and accept what we do or stop us.”

  Kelsey groaned as her sore backside pressed onto the bench, the ache emphasizing the steady ripples still wreaking havoc inside her butt. They were right. The darkness did work in her favor, ensuring all her other senses were heightened into full awareness as her wrists were again restrained and straps tightened across her spread thighs. Her skirt remained bunched around her waist and she wished it gone, yearned to offer her complete nudity for their pleasure. But she would take what she could get. Hadn’t that been her motto since setting her sights on her two cowboys?

  A rough palm covered her labia, an even rougher voice rumbled, “Nice. Already swollen and wet for us.” Fingers slid between her folds as prickly stubble scratched her stomach and lips soothed the abrasion. Her toes curled with a deep, three-fingered thrust into her pussy and a hot mouth closing over her breast. A deep suction pulled the small mound upward, a deeper voice following the release. “So small and dainty, yet so damn fuckable.”

  “Please.” The plea spilled from Kelsey’s lips as teeth and tongue replaced the fingers plummeting into her depths. The beads stilled and one plopped out with a tug that made her quiver from the desperate ache of arousal.

  “No, not yet.” Greg’s tone bit as hard as his teeth on her nipple, shocking her with his harsh reply. She’d grown accustomed to Devin speaking with such a strong undertone, but not him.

  “Okay. You don’t have to get cranky.” Silence greeted her complaint until Devin’s voice reached her from between her legs.

  “Fuck, but you’re good at pushing buttons, baby.” He sank his teeth into the soft flesh of her labia, the sharp, startling pain wrenching a cry from her. “Now, do we need to gag you?”

  Kelsey shook her head, not liking that idea. “No, sir. I… oh, God.” Heat spiraled through her dripping pussy as he licked up her slit and then dipped between her folds to tongue her clit Greg stroked over each nipple and she strained to get closer to bo
th mouths but met with the resistance of her bonds. Frustrated need tore through her but before she could complain, a click dropped her head backward. Devin wrapped his lips around the needy bundle of nerves and suckled, cutting off her alarmed cry by slowly withdrawing the beads from her ass.

  Her mouth fell open on a gasp of skyrocketing pleasure only to get cut off by the press of Greg’s smooth cock head between her lips and his voice coming from above her. “Good, because that doesn’t fit into our plans.”

  Kelsey closed her mouth around Greg’s flesh with a greedy groan. A soft ball was pressed into her right hand as Devin shifted his mouth off her saturated flesh. Desperation clawed at her insides as they left her hanging on the brink of orgasm and unable to do anything about it.

  “Squeeze the ball if you can’t handle this, us,” Devin instructed as she felt his slick, latex-covered cock pushing against her rear entrance.

  This time, when Kelsey’s body quaked in need, she discovered a new ache, one to please the two men who, each in his own way, had been so good to her. Concentrating on the two invading cocks, she set aside her own lust to cater to theirs, and experienced a different kind of warm sensation making its way slowly through her body as she allowed them to use her as they wished. Tightening her lips around Greg’s cock, she tried to relax as Devin breached her tight sphincter with a gentle but insistent push. She moaned at the stretch and burn then whimpered in frustration as they both pulled back.

  Before she could voice an objection, they pressed forward again, dipping into her mouth and butt with careful thrusts, stopping with just their cock heads inside her. With well-orchestrated timing, they swirled and prodded, jabbing her orifices with strokes way too shallow and considerate for the fiery need coursing through her. She wanted them to slake their pleasure on her, to prove how much they lusted for her with uncontrollable, rapid thrusts. But, oh, no, she had to get saddled with not one, but two considerate Doms. What a bummer.