Mandy's Homebound Cowboys

by Regale, Rhea

  “We’re Ryders, and more so, brothers. She’s given us a second chance.” Craig’s lips curled, the sparking anticipation of a full night of fun and loving slicing through the seriousness of the past few minutes and leaving his cock hard and his body hot. “She’s meaner than a bronc in a storm when she’s mad, Brode. We’ll be in for a fight once she wakes.”

  Brode squeezed his shoulder and stepped back. “I love a woman with fire.”

  “She’s full of fire, and some venom, too.”

  “Don’t I know it.” Brody hooked his thumb on his pocket. “Let her bite burn.”

  Craig adjusted his cock in his jeans and nodded toward the apartment. “Ready to rope in our woman?”

  Brody’s eyes flashed darker than night. A shadow crossed his face, one that echoed in Craig’s hungry soul. Bad blood was no longer an excuse, because he and Brody cleared up the misunderstanding that had drawn out long enough.

  Brody’s brows lifted and fell. “We’ll be doin’ more than ropin’ a wild one tonight.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Her dream was filled with a concoction of eroticism and tension that swam around two hunky men dressed in nothing more than cowboy hats and lasso rope. Brody and Craig stood over her, touching her in unison while fierce competition crackled between them. Neither attacked the other, but their touches were possessive.

  She didn’t know who grabbed her hands and roped them together, or whose arms slipped under her shoulders, catching her hair.

  “Ouch,” she groused, shaking her head as the curtain of sleep drew away from her mind. She sat up, or tried only to realize she wasn’t lying down. Blinking away sleep, she lifted a hand to rub her eyes. Her other hand followed. “What the…”

  Rope. No, a thick, velvety scarf bound her wrists together.

  Mandy jerked her head up when the grogginess wore away after her body dipped and the steady thump of a heartbeat filtered through her dulled sense of hearing. Craig smiled down at her, a smile so damn wicked and brutally handsome it almost stunned her.

  Almost.

  “What the hell are you doin’, Craig?” she snapped, struggling against his arms. He tightened his grip on her, squeezing her closer to his body. “Hey!”

  “Hush, baby. Don’t wanna be wakin’ the neighbors.” Mandy’s eyes widened, and she craned her neck to see Brody coming up behind Craig. He winked, his devilishly delicious mouth barely edging a grin, but his eyes flashing with desire that echoed the tingling nerves caused by Craig’s touch.

  Craig carried her to the living room and nodded toward the sofa. “Thanks again.”

  Mandy bucked and screeched when she saw Heidi climbing off the sofa. She waved, showing off Mandy’s cell in her hand and a snarky smile on her glossy lips.

  “’Bye, girl. Have fun.”

  “Heidi!” Mandy thrashed, trying to roll out of Craig’s secure hold. She shoved at his hard chest with her bound fists and then knocked him one good on the shoulder. He winced, but his grip never loosened. “Heidi, I’m gonna kill you for this! This is kidnappin’!”

  She reached up for a chunk of Craig’s hair. Brody rushed around him and grabbed her hands, forcing them against her belly with a tsk.

  “Be a good girl. You wouldn’t want us to hog-tie and fry you, right?” Brody asked, lowering his voice to a sensual husk that caressed her straight down to the stirring warmth between her legs. She scowled.

  “Don’t be usin’ my lines, Brody Ryder. I’m gonna get you for this,” she threatened. She twisted her hands from his light grip and shoved them into his chest. “Untie me. Now.”

  “Can’t do, baby.”

  “Oooo! Heidi, you’d better pray I don’t get my hands on you tomorrow!”

  “Don’t think you’ll be seein’ me tomorrow,” Heidi teased.

  Mandy gave one last buck-thrash-jerk as Craig stepped out of the apartment. Heidi blew her a kiss, wiggled her fingers, and closed the door, followed by a click of the bolt lock.

  “Careful, sweetheart. I don’t want to drop you goin’ down the stairs,” Craig said softly. Nothing could hide the wild hunger that filled his expression, not even that soft, assuring voice. Mandy was damn well aware of how lethal this man could be when it came to sating that hunger, and god help her, she wanted her last breath to be filled with him.

  “You two are supposed to be hatin’ each other. This ain’t supposed to be happenin’.” Mandy groaned, trying once more to roll out of Craig’s arms as they reached the sidewalk. She jabbed at his shoulder again. “And you, of the both of you! You’re the one carryin’ me out like this ain’t a problem.”

  “Is it?” Craig asked. Brody pulled open the door of a truck—Mandy’s choked when she recognized the truck from the years Brody and his cousins tore up Ryder—and tipped his hat toward her.

  “Baby, thanks to you, Craig and I’ve cleared the air between us. Now we need to clear this musty air that you left in your stead earlier.”

  Brody rounded the truck as Craig settled her onto the seat. She kicked out, arching off the back of the seat, and threw herself at Craig.

  “How much’ve you been talkin’ to that witch who calls herself my friend? She talk you two into some kinky sex?”

  Craig pushed her back into the cab and slammed the door shut. Brody caught her as she tried to scramble toward the driver’s side, and together, her fantasy brothers sandwiched her searing body between both of their hard, muscle-packed frames. Brody peeled away from the complex, pushing the truck at reckless speed, and headed toward town.

  She hid the furious arousal beneath her mask of anger. With a hard shove to his shoulder, Mandy shifted in her seat and faced Brody.

  “What’s she tellin’ you? The two of you talkin’ at the diner?” she asked, bitterness on her tongue, but sweetness rolling up behind it. Brody lifted a brow, that smug smile stoking the throb in her pussy instead of the ire in her mind.

  “You two were talkin’ about takin’ two men at once, were you?” Brody assumed. Mandy’s cheeks heated in her stunned silence. She hadn’t heard Craig move behind her until his hand slid over her shoulder and cupped her chin, easing her back onto her rear. His other arm wrapped around her waist and held the knot in the scarf, securing her against him. “Aw, Miss Pearson. I didn’t know you knew about that.”

  “Brody!”

  “How’d it make you feel, baby? Talkin’ about it?”

  He reached over and slid his hand along her thigh, slipping the tips of his finger beneath the high hem of her shorts. Her eyelids grew heavy the instant Craig drew his lips along her throat. Goose bumps spread over her arms, and wetness through her pussy. A rebel moan escaped her lips, and her traitorous neck muscles gave out, letting her head fall back against Craig’s shoulder.

  Brody didn’t stop until the pads of his finger traced the hem of her panties, following the fabric along the outer lips of her pussy. She stiffened and held her breath, her argument fleeing. Drawing her bottom lip between her teeth, she lifted her hips slightly, wanting his touch where she hurt most.

  Craig dropped his hand from her chin and slipped beneath her shirt. She arched into his caressing fingers as they scooped up one breast and began teasing her nipple with his thumb. His hot breath feathered over her skin, his lips so close to her but not touching her after that one kiss. She felt him as he moved, breathing heavily against her throat, his mouth lifting her ear. Currents rippled along his path, the faint crackling like static plucking each nerve ending until she thought she’d melt down.

  “Answer Brody, sweetheart. He asked you a question,” Craig whispered against her ear at the same time he pinched her hard nipple. She whimpered, the shock of pain soothing to heightened pleasure, leaving her brain a racketing mess of unclear thoughts. “How’d you feel talkin’ about takin’ two men at once?”

  “This ain’t happenin’,” she murmured. God, this had to be a dream. A really hot, wet, delicious dream because in real life, Craig and Brody were throwin’ punches at each other over her.
They wanted to fuck her, but not together. They wouldn’t dare think about sharing.

  The very tip of Brody’s finger flicked across her clit, and she gasped. She sure wasn’t dreaming if her body was about to shatter from that little touch.

  “My god, you two are serious.”

  “As the sun shines,” Brody confirmed. “And by the feel of it, you’re likin’ the idea.”

  “I’m really gonna kill that girl,” she grumbled, only to have the split-second thought of revenge on Heidi wash away when Brody drew his finger down her pussy and teased her entrance. Craig’s grip on the scarf tightened as she tried to lower her hands to Brody’s, keeping her restrained.

  “You ain’t gonna do anythin’, ’cause she didn’t mention a word to us. This was our idea,” Craig said. “And here we were worried you’d go runnin’. You’re meltin’ right into us.”

  He flicked her nipple, the sharp sting causing her to suck in a short breath before he kneaded her aching breast once, twice, and slid his hand to her other.

  “You have no reason to resist either of us tonight, or ever again. Unless, that is, you don’t want to go ahead with this night,” Brody said. His hand drew away after settling her panties over her wetness. She peeled back her eyelids to see him lick her juice from his finger and regrip the steering wheel. “Fuck, that’s some damn good pussy juice.”

  “Ain’t it?” Craig’s fingers tweaked her nipple. A burst of pain rushed down to her pussy, the molten path of liquid fire burning a route for even more pleasure.

  Oh god. I’m done for.

  She thought she had a sense of what these Casanovas were all about. Spending a night with each, and experiencing pleasure that she could barely begin to imagine, nothing prepared her for this. What this was, it was far beyond her imagination to know. With her hands bound—an erotic idea that didn’t seem to fit either of them, but now opened a new door to what they might do—she had a feeling this night was going to get a lot more kinky before the sun came up on a new day.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Mandy was a blazing mess by the time Brody pulled the truck in front of a small ranch cabin far out of sight of other Ryder Ranch cabins. Craig left her nipples hard and aching, slight tremors skating below her skin. She clenched her pussy muscles, trying to ebb away the stinging arousal Brody created and abandoned. She rocked in the seat, but both men grabbed her hips and stilled her without sharing a word. If she didn’t know better, she’d think these two shared some telepathic connection.

  Craig climbed out of the truck and hauled her to the edge of the seat. He stared at her, searching her silently, his hair brushing across his eyes. She leaned forward, tilting her head and searching for his mouth with hers while she cupped the hot bulge in his jeans.

  His finger connected with her lips and forced her back. She blinked, watching his mouth curl. “Not yet.”

  In one swift motion, he leaned into her, slipped his arm beneath her ass, and threw her over his shoulder. She shrieked, pounding against his back as he carried her to the cabin. Out of spite, she squeezed his ass until his hand came down hard on her own. She gasped and jerked, pushing off his back. He threw her a dark glance.

  “Careful, sweetheart. No need to get mad.”

  “Craig, you’d better not untie me. I’ll be flyin’ at you with my fists.”

  “’Cause you liked the spank?”

  He chuckled. Mandy started to deny it when he slapped her again, making her cream. Folding her fingers into her fists, she clenched her teeth together. She hated not having control, and right now she was quickly realizing these brothers weren’t about to give her any control over their planned seduction.

  Craig brought her into the warm cabin and kicked the door closed. She glanced around from her awkward upside-down position, taking a reversed note of the rustic décor and the wood-framed sofa and chairs surrounding a live fire in the brick fireplace. A kitchenette and small nook stood beneath a single soft-yellow light. She saw objects spread out over the table, but couldn’t make out anything.

  “Where do we want her first?” Craig asked. The tips of Brody’s boots came into her view, and she angled her head to try to see him. She came level with his jeaned cock and swallowed hard. Every wicked fantasy of hers was about to come true. The added bonus came with having Craig and Brody deliver them together.

  “It’s been a long day, brother. I’m thinkin’ a nice, warm shower to slicken her up and ease the tension in her shoulders,” Brody suggested.

  “I’m likin’ it.” Craig placed her on her toes. She straightened up and slowly turned her gaze to him and Brody. Craig cupped her cheek, his thumb sliding up and down over the bone. “Amanda, let us take care of you tonight. Give yourself to us.”

  Mandy pressed her lips together and stole a tentative glance toward the dinette table. A small arrangement of tubes and oils were laid out beside an unusual object. She wasn’t a saint and knew damn well that unusual shaped object was a butt plug.

  Her heart tripped in her chest, rushing to a maddening pace that left her light-headed. Two men at once was a thought to swallow. Add in sex toys, and it shot her to the brink of orgasm.

  “Answer me this,” she asked, her voice thick as she tried to form a coherent sentence from her thoughts. Her pussy burned, but she forced herself to keep from moving. “Do you two know what you’re doin’? I mean, have you—”

  “Yes, baby. We’ve shared women before, but there’s a difference with you.”

  “What’s the difference?” Mandy turned to Brody as he grabbed a pair of scissors from the table. “I don’t think you need those for the scarf.”

  He shook his head and tugged the bottom of her shirt. “Ain’t for the scarf.”

  “You can’t cut my shirt!” She stepped back, right into a wall. Craig came up on her side, blocking her escape while Brody took his first snip at her shirt. “I have no clothes!”

  “Hush now. You won’t be needin’ clothes here. Craig said we’re gonna take care of you. We sure ain’t gonna let you leave this cabin naked.” Brody exchanged a closed glance with Craig. Having them both so close to her, the strength in their tall, muscular frames hovering like a security blanket, made her mind spin. Her body temperature rose at record speed, and she could barely catch her breath. “Not sure how we’d feel about other men lookin’ at our woman.”

  “I’m not your woman.”

  “Do you want to be?” Craig asked. Brody pulled her shirt taut and snipped up to the open V above her breasts. He didn’t pull the light fabric back as she half expected him to.

  “Are you askin’ me ’cause you two are plannin’ to fuck me crazy or ’cause you mean it?” Mandy asked, unable to stop the words from spilling from her mouth. She wanted the truth. Her heart was recklessly beating for two men who might very well be gone the next day without good-bye. That was a pain she didn’t want to feel. She was already in too deep, and the events from earlier proved just how hard she was falling for two Ryders.

  Brody turned the destructive scissors on her sleeve.

  “Oh, Amanda, Amanda. Fuck, sweetheart, doesn’t belong on those lips of yours unless you plan on bein’ naughty.” Craig lowered himself to his haunches and hooked his fingers on the waistband of her skimpy shorts. “I would think you know me well enough to gauge that answer for yourself.”

  “I know, Craig Ryder. I don’t know the man who tied my hands together and confiscated me from sleep.”

  “Should we clarify things now? Or wait for later?” Brody asked Craig, leaving her sleeve dangling from a quarter of an inch piece of fabric over her shoulder. She huffed a curl out of her eyes and lifted her brows at Brody. “I tied your hands, baby. I think you told me once I’d have to tie you up if I wanted my way with you.”

  His unspoken innuendo sent a ripple along her core. Craig pressed a light kiss to the inside of her thigh that shook her resolve. “You both are guilty as charged, but you haven’t answered my question.”

  “How ’bout we answer q
uestions later and play now? Our answers aren’t gonna change once we’ve spent your last ounce of energy.” Brody’s nostrils flared. “I don’t know about you, but I’m hurtin’ bad. I’m pretty sure Craig is, too, and if you’re still as wet as you were fifteen minutes ago, I bet you can’t wait until he’s got those little shorts off of you.”

  Snip. Snip. Snip. Brody cut along her last sleeve. Craig slid her shorts down her legs, the rough pads of his fingers leaving a trail of hot sparks from her hips down to her toes. He tossed the item over his shoulder, lifted her foot from the floor, and licked the inside of her ankle. Tingles of pleasure shot up her leg, weakening her knees. She moaned. Each delicate kiss and lazy swirl of his tongue creeping higher and higher on her leg increased her heartbeat.

  She felt the cold metal of the scissors slide against her hip and looked down as Brody cut the thin fabric on one side of her panties. He made a small incision on the other side, not cutting through. Brody smiled and tossed the scissors onto the table. He grabbed a chunk of her ruined shirt and tore a piece off. Craig’s palm skated up her thigh, caressing every inch of skin, igniting her nerves to a vibrating frenzy before his mouth followed his hand’s path. Leveling her gaze on Brody, she caught the predatory flash in his eyes as he twisted the scrap of shirt around one wrist behind the scarf, then the other, leaving a foot-long lead between her hands. He untied the scarf and let it fall to her feet.

  “Scarf ain’t good enough?” Mandy asked, testing her new restraints. Although they weren’t painful, Brody made sure the knots were secure.

  “Too bulky,” Brody said, his voice a heady concoction of rich husk with a raspy edge. He hooked a finger on the lead and lifted her hands over her head, holding them against the wall. The fluttering scraps of fabric parted around her breasts with the shift of her arms. She watched Brody’s pupils drink up the gorgeous brown-green color of his irises.