Bad Bride Good Cowboys (10 page)

Mickey thrust deeper, wanting more of her. Her tongue snaked around his as her pelvis met his thrusts. He fell into a rhythm and couldn’t stop working in and out of her tightness.

A small wail escaped her lips and ended the kiss. Her head leaned against the shower wall and her pussy clamped tight around his thrusting cock.

“Christ!” A single word escaped him as his dick pulsed in release as the contractions of her tight walls milked him.

“God, Felicia.” Her pussy sucked every ounce of release out of him.

Her body trembled in his tight hold. “Don’t let me go.”

He tightened his hold and kissed her lips. “I can’t.” He struggled to breath. “I may never let you go.”

Her hold on his shoulders increased before she wrapped her arms tight around his neck. “Share Brady with me.”

Her voice came out in a mere whisper, but his heart soared. “You belong with both of us, always have.

He tightened his hold as his cock pulsed one final time, emptying more inside of her. There was no way he or Brady would ever let her go now. She was theirs. The question was how did they keep her?

Chapter Six

Felicia
savored the feel of her robe against her skin as Mickey scooped her under the knees. She started to giggle. “What are you doing?”

He chuckled
as he carried her out of the bathroom and bedroom down the hall to the master suite. “Giving you what you want as usual.”

He eased her down on his and Brady’s lush
king size bed, and she rolled over to kneel on her knees as Brady knelt on the bed in front of her.

He glanced at Mickey and grinned. “Now this is what I call room service.”

“You apparently weren’t kidding when you told me not to plan on walking with my sway.” She raked her gaze over Brady’s naked form, marveling at his strong chest and chiseled abdomen muscles. Both men had bodies to die for—well die for and sex.

Desire sparked in his sky blue
eyes. “Actually, you might have problems walking in general.”

She darted a glanced at Mickey who dropped his towel and revealed he was already rock hard again. “Then I’ll just stay in your bed.”

Brady chuckled and Mickey climbed on the bed and wrapped his arms around her. “That’s the plan,” he whispered in her ear as his hands untied the belt.

Brady reached out and shoved the plush terry from her shoulders. His gaze met hers and desire blazed in the blue depths. He ran his hands over her skin and her body flamed as Mickey’s caress curled over her hips and dipped a finger between her legs. Having both men touching her after orgasms from both sexual encounters left her body ultra-sensitive.

Brady covered her mouth in a heated kiss and his tongue pressed between her lips. Mickey’s fingers teased her wet folds and she moaned against Brady’s tongue. The men were going to make her climax again in record time. She eased out of the kiss from Brady and came hard against Mickey’s solid chest. His hard arousal teased her ass cheeks and a finger entered her. She moaned as Brady played her nipples between his strong touch.

Meeting Brady’s gaze, she smiled and slid the pads of her fingers down his seeping length. “Lie down, cowboy.”

H
is glorious solid and muscled body stretched out. Her lips came down against his defined torso and trailed kisses down over his abs, taking time to dip her tongue over every groove of his magnificent body. Again, her pussy clenched in need—despite the fact she’d been brought to climax twice already by the two hottest men she’d ever known. Brady’s cock lay hard against his body and she wrapped her hand around his dick.

Strong hands grabbed her hips and she groaned as Mickey’s thick large length taunted her entrance while his touch worked between her ass cheeks and teased her anus. Her tongue licked Brady’s erection in sequence
, while her hand stroked from the top down then back again.

God
, she loved them both and her soul reveled from being able to give herself to the two cowboys that stole her heart. It was so long ago she couldn’t even remember when it happened. Her pussy grew tighter as her tongue snaked across the slit and his taste touched her palate. She flicked and tormented him savoring the taste.

Wrapping her mouth around the large dick in her hand, she lowered her
self over Brady’s length and sucked him. He bucked below her grasp and her lips and tongue worked up and down with her hand until he writhed beneath her. His hands cupped her head and his fingers laced through the strands. Felicia groaned, sending a vibration down Brady’s length as Mickey thrust hard into her pussy

“Oh God, Felicia,” Brady rasped.

She picked up speed and enjoyed the musky scent and taste. Mickey inched his cock almost all the way out then plummeted all the way in.

“
I love seeing you two together,” Mickey groaned and plunged into her deeper and harder.

Brady again bucked and fell in synchronized rhythm with Mickey. He eased out of her lips as Mickey thrust then when he pulled his solid dick back for another erotic plunge. The cowboy in her hold raised his hips and more of his pre-come worked over her tongue
, arousing her even more. Her hand continued in quick strokes while she laved over his solid length with her mouth. Mickey’s rocking picked up speed and the pressure in her belly coiled tighter. His touch caressed down the crack of her ass and he tested the area around the hole. She sucked harder and Brady groaned. “Oh! God!”

She
pressed her fingers behind his sac and sheathed Brady to the back of her mouth. Felicia’s wet walls stroked Mickey’s cock, and again the pressure tightened in her stomach as Brady’s release squirted in a hot stream down her throat. The tight band around her belly uncoiled itself, and her pussy clamped tight around the thick length buried inside. A fierce orgasm sent her body into shivers and trembles, but Mickey’s thrusts didn’t slow, and with a hard thrust he buried himself completely into her and groaned against her tongue. His hold on her hips tightened further, and his climax pulsed into her in thick spurts and her body shook again from the pleasure.

Having swallowed all Brady had to offer she lifted her head and took in the satisfied expression on his face.

Mickey’s cock withdrew from her before easing her down onto the bed. He draped an arm over her and rested his hand on Brady’s hip. “Felicia you’re amazing,” Mickey whispered and gently kissed her cheek.

Brady nodded. “You’re more
than a fantasy.”

Felicia inhaled
a full breath of air as her body relaxed. She lifted a hand and covered her mouth as she yawned. “Only fantasies don’t leave me quite this tired.” Both men chuckled and she snuggled in closer to both of them. Her eyes closed and silently she wondered how she could stay in their arms and their bed.

Mickey woke to Felicia’s soft touch stroking his chest. His gaze met her chocolate brown eyes, and he immediately smiled. Out of the men and occasional woman who had shared his and Brady’s bed over the years, having the sexy and lovely Felicia was an erotic dream come true. Even now, his cock stirred from her round breasts against his chest, and her feathery caress.

He glanced over to Brady and noticed his lover’s arm protectively draped over her waist. They had brought her so much pleasure and
as threesomes were nothing new to them, Felicia had provided one of the ultimate sexual experiences of his life. In the years gone by Brady had aroused him like no other and from the moment his lips had grazed the other man’s mouth he knew they were destined to be not just friends, but together forever. The same had held true with Felicia.

They needed to finish the conversation they had started in the shower. There were things she needed to know and even more he had to tell her. He could admit when he was wrong, and the last few years of his life could have
been very different. His heart took a stab, knowing that in the end there would be Collin to contend with. After sharing her with Brady, she belonged with them. Of course, that was the easy answer. The truth of the matter, the fallout from what they had experienced couldn’t be undone, nor could the change in relationships.

A heavy weight settled over his chest as he lifted his finger to his lips, signaling to be quiet then shifted and removed himself from the bed then held out a hand to Felicia.
She glanced at his hand then untangled her body from Brady’s embrace and turned. Her lips grazed his sleeping lover’s and the tenderness and affection on her face reached down to Mickey’s soul. Beyond all doubt, Felicia cared for them. She stretched out and took Mickey’s hand. He grabbed her heavy robe and helped her into the thick terry before slipping on his own robe. His fingers wrapped around hers and he quietly led her from the room and down the stairs into the kitchen.

He walked over to the coffee maker and started preparing a fresh pot. Felicia pulled out a chair and sat at the table in silence. He darted a glance to her to see her staring at an invisible spot on the tabletop, lost in thought. A small jolt of fear hit his heart and he hoped she wasn’t having regrets.  Mickey inhaled a shallow
, ragged breath and walked over to the table and took a seat across from her.

She lifted her gaze and met his. The smile which curled across her lips eased some of his hesitation and doubts. “I hate my life in L.A. I don’t want to go back.” The words left her mouth in a soft but matter of fact tone.

He nodded his understanding, she hadn’t been happy when he’d seen her a month ago and the last couple days with Brady and him, she was returning to her old self. “You being here with us, like this, is incredible.” He cast a grin and lifted his brows. “I admit I was worried you were having regrets.”

She shook her head, indicating she wasn’t. “No, actually, I…um…” A thoughtful expression crossed her pretty features and she debated—as to what, he had no clue.

“Doll, what is it?”

“I want to stay here, I feel close to my grandparents when I’m in this house. I have so many memories of them and of you guys.”  She glanced
at the coffee maker, then pushed her chair back and walked over to the cupboard.

Mickey shifted in his seat took in her tanned legs beneath the large white robe of Brady’s. No
denying she was sexier than hell and obviously struggling with some thought process as she grabbed two mugs and proceeded to fill them.

She turned and passed him one of the coffees, but instead of sitting she remained standing and leaned against the counter. “I don’t regret anything we’ve done. I actually think the three of us are great together.”

Brady’s footsteps echoed from the stairs only seconds before he walked into the kitchen. He’d thrown on a pair of jeans and Mickey bet, that was the only thing he had on considering both his feet and chest were bare. Brady’s gaze raked over Felicia as he stepped toward where she stood. She held out the mug she had poured for herself and passed it to him. He lifted the coffee from her hand then leaned in for a quick kiss.

Mickey’s cock stirred
at the sight. He’d already gotten accustomed to seeing them together and doubted he’d ever get tired of watching the two people he loved being intimate.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Brady explained
, as he cast Mickey an apologetic grin.

“You weren’t,” he assured the other man. “Doll, go on with what you were saying.”

Felicia sighed and nodded, bounced her look between the two men then turned away and faced the cupboards as Brady pulled out a chair and joined him at the table.

She reached up and pulled out another mug. “As I was saying, I think the three of us are great together and…” her words trailed as she poured a cup of coffee and stepped over to the fridge. She remained quiet as she hauled out the container of creamer, added some of the contents to the mug and returned the carton to the fridge.

Mickey darted a glance at Brady who wore a skeptical expression. “Felicia was explaining how she hates her life in Los Angeles.”

“Christ, doll!” Brady studied her as she
grabbed a spoon and stirred her coffee. “Then leave. Pack up your stuff, move back home and figure out what will make you happy.”

Felicia placed the spoon down on the rest and turned to face them. “I already know what I don’t want to do. I don’t want to be an accountant anymore for a big firm, or live in the city, especially one as ostentatious and as busy as Los Angeles. More importantly, I don’t want to be good all the time. The perfect socialite, the perfect fiancée, and I most certainly don’t want to be with Paul.” Defeat
filled her last words and a weight settled on Mickey’s chest.

“Baby doll, what do you want?” He already knew the answer—or at least he hoped he did.

Hesitation darkened her pretty face as she blinked at him and Brady. “I want to be here with you both.” Her voice wavered with emotion and he worried she was going to cry. “Once upon a time, when I was younger and even into my twenties, I always thought I belonged with one of you—that I would end up with one of you.”

Grief fluttered in her dark gaze. “It didn’t work out that way. I ended up dating men
who were completely wrong for me, men that mom would approve of and somewhere along the way I became miserable.”