Allister, J. Rose - Disowned Cowboys [Lone Wolves of Shay Falls] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (23 page)

“You
are
wrong about me.” She pushed at Dillon’s legs, which were barring her view of Kyle. Her chain rattled as she scooted on her knees as close to Kyle as she could get. “I didn’t come up here to sell out to the highest bidder. I came here to admit I was wrong to let money be a factor in my decision in the first place.”

“Coincidentally the very day you found out Kyle ain’t the scruffy stray dog that I am,” Dillon said. “How philanthropic of you.” Her eyes widened, and he laughed. “Yeah, darlin’, I know big words and everythin’. Kyle ain’t the only one who came from a life of comfort once upon a time. He, fortunately, still has access to some of that comfort.” He eyed her up and down as though she’d been dragged in by the family cat. “I, on the other hand, seem to keep losin’ every damn last thing I try and take comfort in.”

“Not every last thing,” Kyle said.

Dillon turned to him with a snort. “What, you? I don’t have you most of the time, and when you are with me, you hold yourself back because you don’t want to get too close.”

The other man’s eyes flashed. “You know why I have to.”

“There ain’t no real comfort in it, regardless.”

Angry tears threatened Aimee’s vision, and she blinked them back hard while she jammed a hand into her blazer pocket. “Here,” she snapped off, pulling her cell phone from her pocket and holding it out to Kyle.

He scowled at her. “What’s that for?”

“Call the damn clinic. Tell them to reverse the payment.”

His jaw tightened. “No.”

“Fine.” She flipped it open. “I’ll do it myself.”

“Forget your phony games,” Dillon said with a note of disgust. “You know good and well you won’t get a signal in here.”

Staring at the empty bars on her phone display, she heaved a sigh. “So I’ll go outside and do it myself.” She glared back and forth between the men. “I told you, I didn’t come racing up here all fluttery eyed because Kyle has money. I came here to undo the mistakes I’ve made these past few days. I came to apologize, even knowing it could mean losing Kyle’s help
and
my job.”

“Makes a pretty speech, anyway,” Kyle said, reaching over to grab her shirt and blazer and drop them in front of her. “Don’t bother. Just leave.” He gave a disgusted growl. “Take this damn thing off.”

He took hold of the collar hanging loose around her neck, but she flinched away from him and backed up on hands and knees until she was pressed to the wall. “No.” In desperation, she reached up and squeezed the collar latch together until it locked with a metallic
click
.

Kyle sighed. “I have the key, you know.”

He fished in his pockets, but she held up a hand. “Don’t. Just hear me out.” She took a deep breath to steel herself against the dual pair of distrusting gazes that were trained on her. “I’ve obviously screwed things up. I’m not exactly an expert on relationships, you know. I’ve only been on a few dates in my life, most in high school.” She tossed her phone lightly on top of the blazer lying in a heap a few feet away. “My mother has been sick since I was seventeen, but I can’t honestly blame her illness for robbing me of a love life. I just never cared about romance before.” She rubbed at the knees that were throbbing in protest of having knelt on the packed dirt. “Mom is
my
responsibility—not yours, and not David’s. She will be until the day she passes, and that fact is completely separate from my involvement with any man.”

Kyle grunted. “Yet you were plannin’ to marry the man payin’ for her care.”

“
Helping
to pay,” she said with a biting edge. “That’s because I spent years thinking love was just a fantasy. David said he felt the same way when he proposed. I started thinking maybe there was one reason to let a man into my life, and it had nothing to do with desire. When I stumbled into this cave, however, I discovered that there are actually two reasons, and both of them are standing right here.”

Kyle’s expression was still guarded, but Dillon’s eyes had warmed with a bare hint of golden glow.

“I’m sorry if I acted like you weren’t good enough,” she went on, meeting that warm gaze. “That wasn’t my intention. I wasn’t judging your right to be in my life. I was judging myself for feeling so out of control around you. I was afraid if I truly gave into you that I’d go off the deep end and throw my duty to Mom right out the door. It wouldn’t be right to turn my back on her for the sake of selfish desires. I’ve never looked for anyone to lift her burden off my shoulders. I don’t need a sugar daddy. But I have been terrified to realize just how badly I seem to need you both.”

She stopped and looked up at them both with pleading eyes. They eyed her, then each other, and then her again.

Without a word, Kyle reached into his snug jeans, sliding one hand and then the other into his pockets in an obvious search for the key. Her heart sank, pulsing in her gut while he patted himself down. After pulling his hands from his back pockets, he sighed. “Well, it seems fate has decided.”

“What’s that mean?” Dillon asked.

Kyle was still eyeing her. “It means she’s stuck here. I was in such a hot rush when I sensed you goin’ wild on her that I forgot the damn key in my other pants.”

Her mouth fell open, and her hands flew up to the collar. Great. Well, at least now he couldn’t throw her out.

Dillon broke into a wide grin. “Yep, fate decided, all right. And so have I.”

He was on his knees in front of her in a flash, pulling her into his arms and grinding her lips against his with near fury. “I believe you, Aimee. I know you want me. I could feel it from the first moment you entered this cave. I can’t wait anymore to have you as my own.”

His fevered lips boldly roamed along her jaw, pressing kisses right to the metal collar and down to her breasts. She arched her back and reached between his legs, rubbing the thick ridge behind the fly of his jeans. He ground his hips against her hand and moaned against the nipple he pulled into his mouth, sending a shudder through her. Her pussy released hot juices she could feel dampening her panties.

“I want your clothes off,” she whispered. “Now.”

“You first.” He reached around her to unhook the bra he’d pushed out of the way in his earlier haste, and she moved her hands out of the way so he could undo her slacks and shove them down over her hips. When she was naked at last, his tongue laved her breasts while his hands groped and kneaded the flesh of her buttocks. “Your ass is so perfect,” he growled. “Every inch of you makes my cock ache.”

Her hands got busy tugging on the zipper of his jeans while he pulled his shirt off. She pressed her nose to his broad chest, inhaling the potent male aroma that drove her wild. He hastily pushed down his jeans to let them fall to the knees he rested on, but he didn’t bother to take them the rest of the way off. He grasped his pulsing cock and slid it between her thighs, flaring the heat and need inside of her. She spread her legs as best she could and arched herself until she felt the delicious, unbearably sensual feel of his cock spearing her wet heat.

“I’ve thought of little else but doin’ this to you again,” he said, pushing himself deeper and shutting his eyes. “You feel like thick, warm honey coatin’ my dick.”

She didn’t get a chance to reply because Kyle strode up, already naked and with his cock jutting out temptingly near her lips. She glanced up at him. “Fate decided?”

“I decided.”

Dillon arched back out of the way a little, grabbing her ass cheeks to steady himself while Kyle took hold of the back of her head and pressed himself closer. He guided her to his musky, purpled erection, and she licked her lips nervously while remembering the way Dillon had eagerly sucked Kyle’s long cock. She hesitantly flicked out with her tongue to taste the shiny tip. A drip of salty-sweet musk greeted her, and the taste infused her with need, as though the clear fluid held a potent aphrodisiac.

She opened her mouth and slid the head in just a few inches at first, but then she greedily slurped in as much of Kyle’s shaft as would fit. She felt him stiffen as he moaned, still holding her hair. Instinct replaced uncertainty, and she worked her mouth back and forth to fuck his cock with her mouth in a rhythm that matched each thrust of Dillon’s hips against hers. Her tongue swirled along the length as she sucked, sampling the ridge of every vein, the velvet texture of the shaft, and circling the tight, satiny feel of the mushroom head she was fast coming to favor.

The sensation of being fucked in two orifices this way was decidedly different than in the shower the previous night, but no less erotic. Her clit practically screamed in excitement, each thrust tightening her need into a coil she knew would unleash with volcanic force.

Her hand ran up along Kyle’s taut, corded thigh to brush against his ball sac, and the smooth skin reacted by wrinkling and pulling close to his body. Fascinated, she let her fingertips explore the ridges while she sucked his rod with enough fervor to send saliva dribbling down her chin.

Kyle’s growl deepened, and his grip in her hair tightened. He began pressing his hips forward, meeting her with each stroke to push his cock almost to the back of her throat.

“Jesus, look how much you’re lovin’ his cock in your mouth,” Dillon said, ramming himself into her until his pubic bone bounced off hers. “You hot bitch, you’ve got my animal risin’ right up under my skin.”

Hot tingles ran through her at hearing him talk to her that way. It made her feel so sexy. Erotic. Still, she pulled away from Kyle to throw Dillon a mocking look. “Don’t call me a bitch.”

“Didn’t mean no offense, darlin’. What do you want me to call you, then?”

She bent close to him, hovering just over his lips. “Just call me yours.”

He growled and captured her mouth with his while he started to move inside her again. Kyle came around to kneel behind her, and she felt him spread her ass cheeks. His cock was still slick with her saliva while he pressed the tip against her anus, and with a gentler nudge than he’d given her in the shower, his hard shaft began to fill her to the brink of madness.

“Oh, God,” she cried out. “When you both fill me like this I can barely move.” Her head fell back against his hot shoulder.

“That’s right,” Kyle said. “Give me your submission. Tip your head to the side to show me that delicious neck.” He thrust his cock deep in her ass, and she cried out in pleasure.

“Make the mark,” Dillon said, pushing himself in and out. “Now, before she changes her mind.”

“I won’t,” she breathed, feeling the swirling near ache of orgasm already climbing.

“I accept that you are Dillon’s true mate,” Kyle growled in her ear. “And mine. I accept you into my pack. Do you take both of us as part of you? Are you sure that you want this?”

“More than anything.”

“Then take my mark and be bound to us for life.”

She bent her head aside to give him access and steeled herself for his bite.

“Well, lookie what the fuck we’ve got here.”

Aimee gasped at the intrusive new voice, and her head whipped around to see four—no, five—men filing in through the cave tunnel. The black-haired man in front, who she assumed was the speaker, was the tallest of the group and also the most imposing. Tall but decidedly not skinny, every inch of the man’s body was solid, and the tight, gray sweater and jeans he wore did little to hide it. While the men grouped around him came in different sizes and hair colors, they all had two things in common—an intimidating amount of muscle and familiar gold flecks in their eyes that glittered with varying intensity.

“
Solomon James,” Dillon muttered. “Shit.”

“Got that right, boy,” the leader said, spitting on the ground. The narrow, brown-gold eyes glaring out from his square face turned first on Kyle, then on Aimee, who Dillon was doing his best to shield with his body. She willed herself to shrink into the dirt and disappear as Solomon’s eyes slid along her curves as if she weren’t tightly sandwiched between two men. Then he spotted the collar and chain around her neck. “I hadn’t figured out exactly what the hell you’ve been up to lately,” he said to Kyle, “but this is the God damn last thing I expected.” He lacked a cowboy’s drawl, instead snapping off each word like a drill sergeant. Combined with his closely shaved haircut, the man carried a distinct military air.