Cowboy Doms Collection

by BJ Wane

  Some of Kelsey’s frustration must have shown in her body language because Devin’s irritated growl put her at ease. “You’re so fucking tight, baby, I’m not going to last.”

  Greg’s response also helped. “She’s sucking me just as hard as I imagine her ass is gripping you. Ready?”

  Their guttural rasps sent delightful shivers up and down her spine. Clamping her mouth around Greg’s shaft, she strained toward Devin’s muttered agreement. “Fuck, yes,”

  “Damn it, Kelsey, loosen up,” Greg ground out, his hands going to her tight jaw.

  She shook her head, wishing she could look into his eyes and let him see what she wanted reflected in hers. All she could do was suck harder, press her tongue against that special spot nestled under the rim of his mushroom cap sure to send him over. The shallow plunges into her butt increased and went a little deeper, stretching her to take more. Both men groaned as their cocks jerked and then spewed, their climaxes thrilling Kelsey in a heady way she’d never imagined as she swallowed one down her throat and trembled around the other.

  She sighed, her body going lax as they withdrew a few moments later. Another click brought her head back up and the blindfold was removed. She blinked until both their faces came into focus.

  “Now it’s your turn, little bit.” Greg kissed her first, then Devin before dipping their heads to her breasts and releasing her wrists.

  “Come for us, baby,” Devin ordered in his no-nonsense way.

  What choice did she have as the girls went ballistic from their dual suckling and the slutty bitch leapt for joy with the thrust of several fingers in both her pussy and rectum? She screamed, her orgasm breaking on waves of saturating pleasure that drenched her system and flooded her senses as her heart raced and her breathing stalled.

  “Again,” Greg insisted, nipping at one engorged tip.

  Another climax rolled through her, as if her body decided it had no choice, no defense against those deep, commanding voices and deep-stroking fingers. The forgotten ball dropped from her nerveless fingers as she reached up and sank her fingers into their hair, holding them close until she could think straight again.

  Chapter 14

  “We’re ready to head out,” Tom told Devin as his manager joined him at the head of the line of saddled horses.

  Bracing one hand on Thor’s saddle, Devin squinted, looking over the mounts they’d chosen to take the group on this ride to the lake. “More people signed up than Greg and I planned for,” he murmured, his gaze swinging to the five young guys who had decided just that morning to ditch hunting for this excursion. Between them, the two couples and Otis and Silas’ surprise sign-up, their group totaled fifteen. A number that made him uneasy considering the threat against Kelsey.

  “You and I personally saddled the horses, so we know the cinches are secure, and these mounts have all made this ride before and enjoy the swim.” Tom’s eyes conveyed his curiosity as he looked at him. “What are you worried about?”

  “There are always risks.” They hadn’t told any of their employees about Kelsey’s troubles; she was their responsibility, and one Devin was now embracing with every fiber of his being. Her submission this past week had reeled him in, hook, line and sinker, and he wouldn’t breathe easy until the threat against her was removed, once and for all. “Let me check in with Greg and we’ll get going.”

  Kelsey smiled at him as he strode down the line, taking time to say a word or two to the guests already mounted or standing by their horse. He would miss her, he thought as he searched for signs she wasn’t dealing well with their scene last night. Sometimes, it was difficult to remember how new she was to their lifestyle. She’d fallen asleep on the long drive home last night, and just like last week, they’d carried her in, undressed her and put her to bed. Unlike last week, neither of them had been willing to leave her unprotected, not even in the safety of their locked, secure house, and they’d spent another cramped night squeezed together in the queen-sized bed.

  Waking stiff and sore hadn’t bothered him, nor had turning her over to Greg to escort her to breakfast while he grabbed a quick bite at home and met up with Tom to prepare for today’s ride. What did rub Devin wrong was the thought of trying to keep her close with such a large group. If it wouldn’t have meant taking a huge risk of losing the reputation they’d worked so hard to build up by refunding their fees and making up a lie to send them on their way, he would empty out the cabins today. Maybe not Otis and Silas, he mused as he waved to the older men who were beaming in fondness at Kelsey. They’d already cancelled the last, upcoming reservations before they shut down for the year.

  “Hey, I’m ready to move.” He drilled Greg with a piercing stare. “Everyone has been milling around the horses since Tom and I saddled them. Have you double checked Cleo?”

  “No, but you obviously think we should,” Greg returned, his green eyes darkening.

  Kelsey’s bright blue gaze swung from Greg to him, a small frown creasing her forehead. With her white/blonde hair pulled back in a high ponytail, she looked all of fifteen, and just as innocent, which accounted for the tight clench of Devin’s abdomen.

  “You saddled her yourself, Devin, so relax.” She ran a hand over Cleo’s flank with a familiarity and fond look that proved how attached she’d become to the little mare.

  “It never hurts to double check our work.” Greg slipped between Cleo and Cherokee and flipped up the stirrup. A cold chill skated down Devin’s spine when he heard Greg curse. “Fuck. It’s loose, just enough the saddle could easily work itself sideways by the time we reach the lake.” His icy gaze cut to Devin. “Someone was wily enough to do this with all these people around.”

  They both scanned their guests, most of whom had mounted and were sitting with eager anticipation etched on their faces as they bantered between each other. The likelihood one of them was the person hired to come after Kelsey couldn’t be discounted, regardless of the background checks that cleared them. An impotent surge of rage gripped Devin. The incident with Cleo on the hilltop could have been an accident, but he had tightened that strap himself. It did not become loose without help. “I think it’s best if we play it safe and…”

  “No,” Kelsey snapped, cutting him off and trying to squeeze past Greg to mount her horse. “I’ve been looking forward to this all week and I want to go.” A wave of desperation tightened her entire body. She refused to give this person the satisfaction of seeing her cower and hide. She’d lost so much already; her trust in the McAllisters, her peace of mind and the freedom to come and go as she pleased, without fear. She wouldn’t give up accumulating the memories she craved to take home with her. Looking up at Greg, who refused to budge, she reached up and pushed his hat back so she could see his eyes clearly. “Please. I want to do this and,” she flicked her eyes back to Devin, “I trust you two to keep me safe.”

  She held her breath, waiting for their answer, and when it finally came, she went giddy with relief. Devin gave Greg a curt nod, spun around and strode to the front of the line as Greg lifted her into the saddle.

  “I hope to God you don’t make us regret this. I’ll stay right behind you as we ride single file to the creek. Once there, we’ll spread out a little, but you will remain glued to me or Devin, our horses neck to neck, our legs touching even in the lake.”

  “I will.” She nodded and took the reins. “I promise.” And she wasn’t dumb enough to break that promise.

  Cleo pranced as soon as her hooves splashed in the creek. The afternoon sun warmed Kelsey’s head and shoulders as excited chatter from the other riders circled around her. Vicki turned in her saddle and looked back with a broad smile, the third time she’d done so since they’d started out.

  “I thought the water would be too cold, but the light splashes feel good, don’t they?” The younger woman’s eyes bounced between Devin and Greg and then back to Kelsey.

  Kelsey couldn’t fault her for the glint of appreciation for her cowboys she didn’t try to hide, but wo
ndered why that light dimmed when the newlywed looked her way. Jealousy? That would be a first, she mused, and an ego-boosting thought. “Yeah, it does, but we might feel differently when we go deeper in the lake.”

  “It’s not bad,” Greg said. “Mountain lakes tend to be colder but the warmer temperature will make getting our legs wet comfortable.” He pointed up ahead. “And here we are.”

  Kelsey noticed the stunning, picturesque view first as they waded through the gurgling creek right into the lake surrounded by majestic mountain rises and towering green pines. As the horses slowly moved into the deeper water, she took note of the way Greg and Devin kept constant watch on everyone while remaining close to her. If the reason for their over-protective diligence weren’t so nerve-racking, she could learn to enjoy that side of them.

  As soon as she felt the smooth glide of Cleo swimming under her, Kelsey shoved all worries aside to have fun. Nothing could have prepared her for the sheer enjoyment of floating through the water on horseback. Mr. Kilpatrick looked over and waved, eying her for a moment before calling out, “I figured a little thing like you would get swept off. Glad to see our hosts are making sure that doesn’t happen.”

  “I’m stronger than I look,” she returned with a smile. She still couldn’t believe any of these people meant her harm and preferred thinking there had to be another explanation for the loosened strap after Devin had tightened it.

  By the time they rode back to the corrals, still damp but exuberant over their outing, and nothing untoward had occurred, Kelsey was even more sure the strap had not been an intentional attempt to cause a mishap sometime during their ride. She didn’t say that to the guys, however. One look at their set-in-stone faces as they dismounted and she knew they wouldn’t lighten up.

  “Did we overreact?” Greg stood in the den, ran a hand through his hair and around his neck as he watched Kelsey fix a cup of tea in the kitchen.

  “Fuck, no,” Devin retorted as he eyed her with a brooding look. “Do you honestly think we should let our guard down?”

  “No, just wishing for her sake things were different. I don’t like the shadows under her eyes.”

  “If there wasn’t a threat, she wouldn’t be here,” Devin reminded him.

  “Yeah, I guess,” Greg agreed, sending him a shrewd look. “You’ve certainly done a one-eighty in the last week.”

  Devin shrugged. “She grew on me.”

  “I know what you mean. I’m going to have Jordan double check those names and get changed while you stay with her. I’ll hurry to give you time before we start the barbeque. Did you get hold of that last reservation this morning?” With the hunting party checking out tomorrow and the two couples leaving Tuesday morning, they would have an easier time watching Kelsey. To play it safe, they’d decided to cancel the four upcoming reservations that were the last for the year, offering full refunds and a free, five-night stay next year for the inconvenience.

  “Yes. He wasn’t happy, but he was the only one to give me grief over it.” Devin’s tone indicated he didn’t care and Greg agreed. One person’s disgruntlement was worth the peace of mind in keeping Kelsey safe.

  “Then let’s get through the next thirty-six hours.”

  “This isn’t working,” he said as soon as they entered the cabin. “We didn’t factor in on Fisher and Young being glued to her hip.” Frustration colored his tone and took a bite out of his usual calm manner.

  “So we go to plan B. Check out at our scheduled time and back track at night. Instead of getting to her after an accident lays her up, we’ll just take her out and run,” his partner returned, stripping off her wet clothes.

  “And her self-appointed bodyguards?”

  She shrugged. “We’ll do them for free just because they’ve foiled our plans and pissed me off.”

  “I’m going to bed.” Kelsey jumped up and looked at the two of them with hopeful expectation. Sitting nestled between her cowboys watching a movie without either man making a move to get under her clothes had added to her frustration of the past few days.

  Yesterday, she’d stayed holed up in the house, working while Greg and Devin took turns keeping guard and seeing the hunting party off. They’d disappointed her again by sharing her bed but not touching her. While she was grateful for their protection, she yearned to experience their full, dual possession before she went home. Now that the other guests were gone and the only ones left were Otis and Silas, whom she knew they trusted implicitly, there was no reason why they couldn’t pick up where they’d left off Saturday night at the club. Jordan sent each of them a text that morning, letting them know the Swedish authorities were in possession of the lockbox she’d inherited. As soon as they verified the evidence her father hid in it, they would interrogate her father’s partner and with luck, pull the identity of the hired thug from him so she could return home.

  Greg stood and shook his head, hating to dim the light in her eyes, especially since he knew she wouldn’t understand why neither of them intended to touch her again until they neutralized the threat to her safety. They wouldn’t make that mistake again, and just because the guests had departed as of that morning didn’t mean the hired perpetrator wouldn’t double back. “Devin will stay with you in the bedroom. I’ll be on watch out here.”

  Her eyes narrowed to blue slits as her gaze volleyed between the two of them. He knew the moment realization took hold and she took it about as well as he’d suspected. “Fine, but I want one kick at the bastard before you haul him off.” She pivoted and all but stomped toward the hall.

  Devin winced but Greg’s lips twitched as he murmured, “I have no doubt where she’ll aim that small foot or of its impact.”

  “Neither do I. I’ll spell you in a few hours.” Devin followed Kelsey to the bedroom as Greg settled back on the couch and put his feet up.

  Silas glanced at the bedside clock and finally gave up on getting to sleep. His insomnia had decided to kick his butt tonight and past experience told him he would continue fighting a losing battle just lying in bed. Grabbing his pants off the chair, he slipped them on and padded quietly out to the small living room. The tight space in the two-bedroom cabin didn’t bother either him or Otis; they spent the month on the ranch for the fishing, peace and quiet and friendly socializing. Grabbing a can of pop from the mini refrigerator, he waited until he stepped outside and settled on the porch chair to pop it open and take a long, cold swig.

  The star-studded night and fresh air calmed his annoyance over spending the last few hours tossing and turning while his best friend’s light snores filtered through the walls. He envied Otis’ restful sleep. His gaze swept the moon-lit yard as he brought the soda to his mouth again, every muscle tensing when he caught sight of two dark, hunkering shapes sneaking around behind their host’s cabin. Nobody dressed in black clothing and ski masks ran around in a crouch on the ranch late at night, and given everyone except him and Otis had checked out that morning, his inner alarm went on high alert.

  Dashing inside to get his phone and awaken Otis, he prayed he could reach either Devin or Greg.

  Greg’s phone buzzed with a text, drawing his frown considering the late hour. He checked the sender and went taut with worry when he saw Silas’ name. He and Otis were the only guests other than Kelsey they’d shared their private numbers with and neither man had ever had a need to use them. The 911 code that popped up followed by two people sneaking behind your place propelled him to his feet and storming down the hall with his gun in one hand and his other thumb texting Silas back. On it, stay put.

  He entered the bedroom with a stealth he hadn’t forgotten since retiring, but needn’t have worried. Devin had already slid from the bed and clutched his piece as he rolled Kelsey off and bent to whisper in her ear. Bless her heart, she kept quiet, nodded and scooted under the bed without a word. Using hand signals, he informed his partner he was headed around back, leaving Devin to take the window.

  Greg cursed under his breath as he inched around the rear of
the house and saw both Otis and Silas creeping up behind the two perpetrators, one of whom was lifting a can of what looked like gasoline. The fuckers dared to force Kelsey out the front by setting fire under her window? He had no doubt their plan was to ambush her, Devin and him as they rushed out of the house.

  Before he could take aim and fire, Otis ran forward, brandishing a large branch. Fear for the older man tightened his throat as he shouted, “Otis, stop!” Instead of backing off, Otis swung and knocked the can from the perp’s hand just as the other would-be assailant pulled his own weapon. Greg didn’t hesitate or flinch as he squeezed off two rounds and took the guy down; Devin’s shot, coming from inside, hit the smaller person as Otis and Silas backed off and he swung out the window.

  Greg and Devin kept their guns aimed at the downed invaders as they bent to check their pulses. “Is he still breathing?” Greg asked Devin after confirming the one he shot was dead.

  “She.” Devin whipped off the ski mask to reveal Mrs. Kilpatrick’s sightless eyes staring up at him. “And I’m happy to say I’m still a damn good shot. She’ll be joining her husband in Hell.”

  “Works for me.” Greg looked toward Otis and Silas, who had crept up to join them. “What the hell were you thinking?”

  Silas scowled. “You think we’d just sit on our porch while these two snuck up on you or that girl?”

  Otis snorted. “Not likely.”

  Devin started to say something before his jaw went taut and his gaze cut to behind Greg. Kelsey’s wobbly voice whispered, “Is it over, then?”

  “I told you to stay put,” Devin snapped, his gut still cramped from the close call to her safety.

  “You can ground me later, Dad,” she returned sarcastically despite looking small, pale and shaken in the moonlight as she stood there in nothing but a short robe. “Are they…”