Protecting Dallas

by Krista Wolf

  “Alright,” said Maddox, slipping his hand back into mine. His grip was strong, his smile warm. “Now we can have some fun.”

  We walked some more, threading our way through merry, happy crowds. It would’ve been hard for me, dodging the drunker people ready to stomp all over my feet… if not for Maddox and Austin at the end of each arm. With the two of them standing six-foot-plus and imposing as hell, I was given plenty of room. Even in the Central Square, where the sheer number of undulating bodies mashed together would’ve given even the staunchest Fire Marshal a heart-attack.

  It was all good though, and all part of the scene. We saw three different parades, each more beautiful and wondrous than the last. They rolled slowly by the cheering, drunken throngs, flinging beads in every direction like silly-string.

  I caught more than my fair share, and didn’t even have to lift my shirt. Not that I wouldn’t have. After dipping into a few different bars for drinks and shots, I was certainly feeling no pain.

  “You happy yet?” Austin grinned, kissing me as the crowd cheered another float going by.

  “Cloud fucking nine,” I practically shouted into his ear, before biting it playfully.

  They were both kissing me constantly. Both grabbing me, holding me, pulling me against their hard, lean bodies. In any other circumstance, it would’ve been totally outrageous — two strong men sharing the same woman between them, making out with her publicly, walking with one hand on each globe of her ass.

  But here at Carnivale… no one even batted an eye.

  Shit, I wanted to live here.

  We drank some more, but the guys were disciplined enough to always remain in control. I myself was smart enough to keep hydrated, too. I carried a water bottle with me everywhere we went, and filled it whenever I could. It also helped when we finally grabbed a very late ‘dinner’, sitting down for finger-foods at some cute outdoors cafe that was about to close up for the night.

  The night wore on. The streets thinned out. It was well past midnight, but I wasn’t even tired! My heart was racing, my skin flush with the blood pumping through my veins. I never wanted it to stop. Never wanted it to end. It was all too perfect.

  “Our hotel,” Maddox pointed with his chin, trying not to spill his latest beer, “is right over there.”

  I turned to look at the ancient, twisted building. Centuries old, it was absolutely gorgeous. Wrought-iron balconies interlaced the multi-level structure, which stood halfway down a side-street, right off the main thoroughfare.

  Austin’s arm slid around me from behind, pulling me into him. He put his lips right up against my ear.

  “Take the party inside?” he growled suggestively.

  By now I was absolutely randy. The alcohol had loosened me up, as well as all the kissing and touching. My early morning tryst with Kane had made me horny as hell. If our plane hadn’t been leaving I’d have turned around and made him hard again… jumped on him and rode him until we both saw stars.

  God, was that really this morning? This was the longest, most glorious day of my life.

  In answer I spun around, throwing my arms around them both. I kissed them in turn, with heat and passion, sliding my tongue into each of their mouths. Four hands went to my body. Twenty fingers explored downward, sliding over my ribs, my hips, the flat of my stomach…

  Oh my God.

  … and even lower.

  “Yes…” I breathed, my voice swallowed up by the noise of the crowd.

  Austin pulled me tighter against him. A hand pierced my waistband, two fingers gliding down to hover over my button. My panties were already soaked through.

  “We didn’t hear you.”

  “Oh fuck…” I groaned, writhing in his arms. Then, more loudly, “I said YES.”

  “Did you hear her, man?” Austin teased. “I think she said something.”

  Maddox took my face in his hands. He lowered his lips to mine and gave me the hottest, wettest open-mouthed kiss of my life.

  Holy fuck.

  A finger slipped inside me. It went in so easily I could feel the wetness gathering along the insides of my thighs.

  If I didn’t do something soon they were going to fuck me on the street.

  “Take me back to our room,” I barked at the both of them. “NOW.”

  Austin raised an eyebrow. Maddox outright laughed.

  “Take you back and what?”

  I put one hand between each of their legs. Both of them were already hard.

  “Take me back to our room,” I growled, giving them each a squeeze. “And fuck me senseless.”

  Forty

  DALLAS

  Our secondary hotel was smaller and cozier than the first. Provided by Woodward’s men — who’d also sent for our things — it was also older and much more historic. Tighter in terms of space, it did have one major advantage: a single, king-sized bed.

  “You guys better not have clothes on,” I called out from the tiny bathroom.

  Maddox’s voice floated in on a laugh. “Come out and see.”

  I adjusted my thigh-high fishnet stockings. They ended in lace trim, attached to a red and black garter by snap-on garter belts. A cherry red satin bra and matching G-string panties completed my outfit, along with my Mardi Gras beads.

  Lots of beads.

  “Get in here or we’re coming in after you!”

  “Yeah,” I heard Austin agree. “Until you get here we’re just two guys laying uncomfortably in bed together!”

  That last part made me giggle. I killed the light and strutted forward, pausing in the doorway. Shifting my hips left and right, I did a slow spin so they could get the full effect.

  ‘God DAMN…”

  Austin swore. Maddox whistled. The two of them were lying on either side of the bed, naked except for their boxers. Their bulging boxers. That part I could barely take my eyes from.

  “You switched masks?” I smirked, approaching the bed. Maddox was the demon now, Austin the warrior. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

  Either they’d done it for fun or they were actually trying to trick me. Which was ridiculous of course, because I already knew every delectable inch of their bodies.

  “Can’t get anything past you,” said Maddox.

  “Nope.”

  My knees hit the bed, and now I was crawling toward them. Crawling between them. My lovers looked amazing in the twinkling half-light — all muscle and sinew and warm, delicious man-flesh. The thinnest sheen of sweat brought out every magnificent ripple of their flat stomachs, each ripped with its own quivering six-pack.

  Holy shit, Dallas! my mind swore.

  Austin tugged his own boxers down, and his cock sprang free. He closed his hand over it and began stroking it slowly up and down… a visual that made me instantly wet.

  What on earth did you do to deserve this?

  Out beyond our quaint little balcony, the sounds of laughter and distant partying were still winding down. The guys reached for me together, each closing a hand against my face. Maddox’s palm was warm, gently caressing my cheek. I closed my eyes and tilted contentedly into it, just as Austin slipped his thumb slowly, sensuously, into my mouth.

  Wow…

  Already I felt my breath going shallow. The last twenty-four hours had been the pinnacle of my existence; my best day ever. And it was about to get better…

  They pulled me forward between them, down into the softness of the bed. Then they began kissing me. Over and over they did it, their hands freely exploring my body, my skin, the satin and silk of my lingerie. They kissed me back and forth until until I was dizzy; until my head was swimming with lust, and need, and desire.

  And there was something else there too. Something that made me warm and tingly. Almost even queasy inside.

  You’re falling in lov—

  A hand slid between my legs and my thighs automatically parted. I was on my back, looking up. Staring at two of the most handsome, chiseled faces I’d ever known. Austin was dragging his tongue over my ne
ck. Planting kisses on all the most sensitive spots, while his hot breath sent shivers across my skin.

  And Maddox…

  Oh God.

  Maddox was nibbling his way down my stomach. Kissing lower and lower, until he reached the thin strip of skin between my garter and my panties, which were already so damp they were two shades darker than when I’d put them on.

  His mouth closed over my mound. Then my back arched, my hands clawing the sheets beneath me as he blew a steady stream of hot air right through my G-string and directly onto my pussy.

  “Unnnnghhhhhhh!”

  It came out as a groan — raw and loud and totally pure. There was no need for discretion. No need to be quiet. I could scream if I wanted to; I could let them pound me and jackhammer me and crush me beneath their bodies. I could yell out loud as they pinned me between them, utterly destroying me from both ends…

  And no one in the entire world would know but us.

  My bra came down, and a hot mouth closed over one nipple. Austin was kissing one breast while kneading the other. Rolling one hard nub firmly between his fingers, while tracing circles around my areola with the tip of his hot tongue.

  But down below…

  “MmmmMMmmmMmmm…”

  Maddox was driving me out of my fucking mind. He was still blowing, but now he was humming too. Eating me through my panties, licking and kissing and sucking my pussy with nothing but the tiniest, wettest strip of fabric separating his eager mouth from my aching, throbbing slit.

  How the hell did I get here?

  It was a fair question. If I’d met these men a year and a half ago it would’ve been as Connor’s brothers-in-arms. There would’ve been polite handshakes and warm smiles, maybe a few drinks and some storytelling. But that would’ve been it. That would’ve been the full extent of our relationship because these were my brother’s friends… and my brother’s friends had always been off-limits.

  But now…

  I gasped as Maddox’s tongue slid inside me. He’d finally pulled my panties to one side, then dove forward to devour me properly. His hands went to my stocking-covered legs, spreading them even wider.

  I swallowed hard, past the throbbing of my own frantic heartbeat. No, now things were different. Now I was as close to these men as Connor had been, if not through combat, at least mentally and emotionally. And physically…

  Well, physically I had him beat.

  This is crazy this is crazy this is crazy…

  My head thrashed side to side as I rolled my fists into Maddox’s hair. I was grinding him now. Rolling my hips into him like some greedy, needy whore. I glanced down, and saw I was being eaten by a demon. The image was so uniquely hot I wanted to sear it into my brain…

  My beads slid noisily as Austin shifted them out the way. He was teasing my nipples, alternating between licking one and pulling on the other. The way he was cupping and rubbing my tits felt wonderful. His hands and fingers looked perfect on me, so strong, so masculine.

  God, I could really live my life like this…

  The thought floated in randomly, through my haze of euphoria. For the first time I actually considered it. It could be like this, if the guys wanted me the way I wanted them. The four of us could make it work… maybe. At least for a little while.

  Could you, though?

  I sighed, biting my lip, as all new levels of arousal surged up from within. Without warning I was writhing, grinding, coming all over my lover’s face. Showering his lips and tongue with a stream of hot juice, as I squirted for the first time since my failed attempts at going away to college.

  “GODDDDDD!”

  I went literally out of my mind. My head smashed backward into the pillow as my body twisted, my hands squeezing uncontrollably around thick fistfuls of Maddox’s beautiful blond hair. Still clutching him I screamed into an imaginary sky, still coming, still squirting. Only vaguely aware of the warmth and wetness, somewhere beyond the pure white elation of my earth-shattering climax.

  When I came to, my chest heaved. My stomach fluttered in and out with every ragged breath. I looked down apprehensively, and everything was soaked. Maddox included.

  “Sorry for the mess,” I smiled apologetically. “I—”

  “Don’t be.”

  My thighs swung wide for him as he slid between them. The erection Maddox held in his fist was massively hard, the head swollen and huge. It felt like a small apple as he guided it against my throbbing, glistening sex… while Austin cradled my head in his warm, naked lap.

  “This doesn’t even begin to describe the mess we’re about to make of you…”

  Forty-One

  DALLAS

  I was already delirious when he began fucking me. My whimpers of pleasure turned straight into gasps as Maddox drove his cock deep, the throbbing head dragging wonderfully against my inner walls.

  I looked up at him and saw all new hunger in his eyes, an unstoppable need to have me. He was all business now. Totally devoted to the task at hand, which at the moment included pounding himself in and out of my tender body, fast and hard.

  Mmmmm…

  Absently I wondered if his expression looked like this on the battlefield. Fun-loving Maddox… suddenly intensely focused, devoid of humor. He was drilling me now with strong, powerful strokes, unaware that his fingers were turning into talons as he pinned my knees back to either side of my head. I was bouncing beautifully against his rock-hard body. Staring up at him in awe and wonder, in happiness and lust and yes… even love.

  Love.

  Damn, there was that word again.

  A warm, tingly feeling stole over me, sending all new butterflies fluttering through my stomach. I decided to table those emotions for now. Put them to the side, and focus on the task at hand.

  “Damn bro,” Austin chuckled. “You’re gonna break her.”

  The pleasant ache deep inside me would’ve told me this was true, even if I wasn’t watching Maddox currently fuck the shit out of me. A finger — no, a thumb — entered my mouth, and I turned my head to suck it. Austin was holding either side of my face. He pinned my hair back over my ears as I sucked his thick digit into my hungry, eager mouth.

  It went on and on, Maddox screwing me deeper and deeper until I could feel tears of joy gathering at the corners of my eyes. Somewhere in the back of my mind, my legs ached. His fingers were no doubt leaving bruises on the undersides of my thighs, and my leg muscles would be sore tomorrow from being stretched past all normal limits.

  Holy… holy shit…

  Jesus Christ, I was going to come again. If he kept fucking me like this…

  “You gonna give that up anytime soon?” Austin jeered, “Or am I gonna have to take it from you?”

  Maddox pumped me a good two dozen more times before reacting to his friend’s statement. He actually looked frustrated as he withdrew.

  “Turn her over,” said Austin. “I’ve got an idea.”

  They flipped me together, as easily as they were tossing a pillow. Austin took me by the wrists, pulling my arms over my head. Then he dragged me downward, to one corner of the bed.

  “Put your head down.”

  I did was I was told. I was face down, ass up in my own wetness. On my knees with my pussy still throbbing, ready for anything.

  Suddenly I felt a tug. A moment later Austin was taking my beads and pulling them over my head. There had to be a few dozen of them; cheap plastic Mardi Gras necklaces painted in every conceivable style and color.

  He bunched a few together and began wrapping them around my wrists…

  Oh wow.

  Alone they were thin and fragile. Together, they made a strong sort of braided rope. Austin looped some together, binding my left and right wrists until they were tight against each other. Then he looped more necklaces through those, and tied the whole thing off to the corner bedpost.

  “There. Now she’s ready.”

  I twisted a little, testing my bindings. They held firm. Much firmer than I thought they would for
a bunch of plastic beads.

  “Go on,” he said. “Try to get out of it.”

  I pulled harder, but the result was the same. I was hopelessly tied to the bed, face down, my arms high overhead.

  One calloused hand went to my ass. It rubbed my skin slowly, in tantalizing circles. The touch felt wonderful… until the hand left me and came down hard with a loud SLAP.

  “OHHH!”

  “Dig in,” growled Austin, as he slid into position behind me. “You’re about to have fun.”

  Not as much fun as you, I wanted to say but didn’t. I was already breathless. Totally turned on by what was about to happen to me.

  His hand came down a second time, then a third. Each time I flinched, but now I was clenching my jaw through the wonderfully exquisite pain. I hadn’t been spanked in ages. And never like this… Never like—

  “FUUUUCK.”

  Austin spat the word out as a curse as he sank into me. It felt like being split in half. He was bigger and harder than ever, and the downward angle made my pussy so tight he could barely complete the stroke. If I weren’t so hot, so juicy fucking wet…

  He shoved himself snugly against me, until I could feel the hard ripple of his abdominals tight against my ass. I was trying to swallow, but there was a baseball in my throat.

  “You like getting filled like this, don’t you?”

  His voice was tight and jagged, like gravel. His two hot lips were pressed against my ear.

  “Yes.”

  It came out a little too faint, too meek for him. He brought his hand down again, slapping my ass, and I yelped in pain and delight.

  “YES!” I repeated, this time nodding and biting my lip.

  Austin accepted my response this time, and went straight into fucking me. Every push was pure pleasure. Every return stroke stretched me tight against my bonds. The beads clacked against each other, in steady rhythm with our lovemaking. Only this wasn’t lovemaking. I was being thoroughly and completely fucked.