Boots and Bareback: Ugly Stick Saloon, Book 3 (10 page)

Gabe’s finger left her anus and his cock pressed the entrance.

“You’re not going to…” Isabella’s gut clenched and she squeezed shut her eyes as Gabe eased into her. “Oh, my. Oh, my… Oh…” She dragged in a shallow breath, then another. The pain subsided and the pressure of Gabe’s cock in her ass seemed more natural.

Sean loosened his hold on her thighs and eased her down until the head of his cock prodded her pussy. “Ready?”

“Two?” She gulped. “At once?”

Tanner laughed. “Babe, you will never be the same. I only wish I was a part of it.”

“Come here.” She waved him closer and grabbed his naked dick, then nodded. “Ready.”

With Gabe’s cock in one end, Sean’s cock sliding into her cunt, her hand gripping Tanner, Isabella couldn’t think, breathe or move. Tanner cupped one of her breasts and leaned close to her ear. “Ride it, sweetheart.”

And she did.

Chapter Six

Isabella slept until noon after a fitful night in which all three O’Brien brothers played a big part in keeping her from the rest she needed. She’d never had erotic dreams before she’d met the O’Briens, nor had she considered multiple sex partners in real life, or her most sordid sensual imaginings, until recently.

But what they’d done in the Ugly Stick Saloon was stuff fantasies were made of.

And her dreams… Whew!

All three men had been in her dreams, in her bed at one time, each trying to win her over by performing lewd and wonderfully lascivious deeds on her body, touching her in places she’d only heard about or watched in the occasional porn movie.

The T-shirt she’d worn to bed lay crumpled on the floor, the sheets had been shoved to the bottom of the bed and she’d awakened to find her legs wrapped around a pillow, her pussy throbbing, her mind and body humming with the images of the three men lying naked beside, beneath and over her.

Her nipples remained puckered from the dream-licking they’d taken and her cunt throbbed, still aching from all the times she’d been fucked by one brother after the other.

Isabella lay back for a long moment, letting the sun shining through the window warm her bare skin. Her hand slid down her ribs toward her belly and lower. She threaded her fingers into the hairs guarding her clit, riding the wave of desire left over from the aftermath of her disturbed slumber.

What would it feel like to have all three O’Brien men in her bed, not in a saloon?

Isabella closed her eyes, sliding a finger between her folds, envisioning Gabe licking her there, while Tanner with his brooding eyes and huge, thick cock, nudged from behind. Sean would be lying beside her thumbing her nipples, sucking them deep into his mouth, bragging that his cock was bigger than his brothers’. When they were done, he’d prove his bragging held merit.

A moan rose from Isabella’s throat. When she flicked her clit with the tip of her finger, her body tensed, her back arching off the mattress.

Raw hunger washed over her, wave after wave of electrical tingles shooting through every nerve in her body, burning a path straight to her core.

Her finger dipped into her pussy, coming out drenched in the honey of her desire. She swept it to the bundle of nerves, slathering the juices over and over.

A warm tongue, strong, thick fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, broad shoulders pressing against her inner thighs…

Yes. Right there.

Another flick and she stilled, her body tightening as a sensation so intense rocketed her up and over the threshold she thought unattainable.

Isabella held her breath, riding the surge to the end when she collapsed against the sheet.

Her eyes widened.

For the first time in years, she’d given herself an orgasm, the feeling so powerful it left her body trembling.

And she’d done it by herself on the tail-end of an explosive night followed by a dream about the three handsome cowboys that had shown her what put the “O” in orgasm.

Her doorbell rang, startling her out of her sex-induced euphoria.

She leaped out of the bed, snatching up her discarded T-shirt and a pair of shorts.

Halfway to the door, dragging on her clothes, the doorbell rang again and Isabella tripped over her shorts and almost fell.

By the time she reached the door, she’d earned a bruise and was breathing hard, her body still warm and tingly from masturbation.

The doorbell rang again.

Isabella grabbed the knob and jerked the door open. “Where’s the damned fire?”

Gabe O’Brien, holding a bunch of wildflowers, smiled. “No fire, just me.”

Her first impulse was to yank Gabe into the house, strip the clothes off his back and make love to him on the cool tile floor.

A warm, Texas wind wafted through the doorway, bringing with it the dry scent of dust, reminding Isabella of the last time she’d made love to Daniel. The day they’d split—the same day he’d fired her.

She squelched the urge to jump Gabe’s bones. No matter how good he’d been in her dreams, she was raw and a little shy after having achieved the big “O” with the three O’Briens. “What do you want?”

“I want to take you out…alone.”

Fear knotted her belly.
Maybe all three, but not just one. Not yet.
“I’m not sure it’s a good idea. Last night…was…well…I don’t know.”
Magical. The sexual highlight of my life. Incredibly insane?
Her gaze shot to his, her cheeks burning as if the man could read her lurid thoughts.

“Okay, let’s not call it a date. It’s an outing.”

“What’s the difference?” She crossed her arms, refusing to relieve him of the wildflowers no matter how touching. Isabella much preferred wild to the hothouse variety.

“I promise not to make a pass or anything like I would on a regular date. I just want to take you somewhere I know you’ll enjoy.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I have to work this evening.”

“I’ll only take a couple hours of your time.” He drew an X over his chest and held his fingers up in a poor attempt at a scout’s salute. “Promise.”

His face appeared so open and honest, his eyes wide and hopeful. “Please, take a chance. You won’t regret it.”

Her frown deepening, Isabella tried to hold on to her resistance, but failed miserably. “Fine.” She glanced down at her rumpled T-shirt and threadbare shorts. “Is what I have on good enough?”

His gaze slipped over her from top to toe, a smile curving his lips. “It’s more than good enough, if we were staying here. But we’re not. Get some jeans and cowboy boots on. If you have a hat, that would be a good idea as well.” He glanced up. “No clouds in the sky, which means the sun’s gonna be hot today.”

“Oh, you mean outing as in outside.” She hesitated. “I don’t know. I’m really tired.”
From having sex with you and your brothers.
More heat suffused her cheeks.

“Please.”

When he put it like that, with soulful green eyes, her hand dropped from the doorknob. “Okay, then. Give me a minute to pull myself together.” She turned, leaving him standing in the open doorway. “You might as well come in.”

Isabella entered her bedroom and rifled through her closet for her best pair of jeans and a white ribbed-knit T-shirt that fit over her curves like a second skin. She brushed her hair, pulling it straight back from her face in a ponytail.

“Nice place,” Gabe called out. “What do you call the decor? Country?”

“Thrift shop special.” Isabella emerged from her bedroom, carrying her cowboy boots and a pair of socks. “I’m not very girly. I go more for functional.” She sat on the old floral couch Audrey had insisted she take, claiming she had another on order and didn’t have room for two in her little cottage.

Isabella suspected Audrey hadn’t had another couch on order until she’d moved the pretty floral one into Isabella’s apartment. It had been her first piece of furniture in her apartment and functioned as a bed until she’d found an inexpensive mattress and box springs at the warehouse store in Austin.

“I particularly like the pictures.”

A lump formed in Isabella’s throat. She bent to tug on her socks, fighting back a rush of tears.

“This is you, isn’t it?” He pointed to a picture of her standing beside Sundance, the jockey, Daniel and his mother Margaret in the winners’ circle at the Oaklawn Race Track.

Sundance had won his very first race, his future bright and Isabella had been on top of the world, having been included as part of the team that had resulted in the win.

“Yeah, that’s me.”

Gabe frowned and leaned closer to the photo. “Is this your old boss and her son?”

“Yes.” Isabella tugged her boots on and stood.

“Do you still have feelings for him?”

“Oh, hell no. It’s the only picture of Sundance I own.”

“Who’s Sundance?”

“The horse.” She straightened. “Are we going? I need to be back in exactly three hours.”

“Right.” Gabe grinned and motioned to her head. “Hat?”

Isabella opened the hall closet and retrieved her cowboy hat from the shelf, clapping it on her head. “Ready.” She gathered her purse and keys, opened the front door and waited for Gabe to exit.

As he passed Isabella, he paused and leaned close. “Anyone ever tell you that you’re hot in jeans and cowboy boots?”

Warmth spread over her skin and swelled in her heart. Daniel had never complimented her when she was wearing her work clothes. And though she had on her best jeans, they were just jeans, the cowboy boots worn and still dusty.

She snorted softly. “Liar.”

He captured her chin in his fingers and tipped her face upward. “I don’t lie.” He dropped a kiss on her lips.

The action was too brief, making Isabella wish for more.

Gabe sauntered away before she could do anything about it.

Just as well.

“You promised you wouldn’t try anything,” she called out after him.

“I did,” he said without turning around.

“What do you call that?” she demanded.

“What?” He glanced over his shoulder, his eyes wide and all innocent-like.

“That…that…” She flung out her hands and stomped past him. “Oh, never mind.”

“We can go in my truck.”

Isabella rattled her keys. “I’ll take my own, thank you.”

He shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

“I will.”

While Gabe strode toward his shiny white pickup truck, Isabella climbed into her rattle-trap pickup that her dad had bought new twenty years ago. Besides photographs, the truck was the only thing she had left that had belonged to her father. She wouldn’t part with it for all the money in the world.

Gabe backed out of the driveway and onto the street, leading the way to wherever he had in mind.

Isabella fell in behind him, wondering what had possessed her to go along and glad she had the alone time to pull herself together.

Every one of the O’Brien men had trouble written all over their handsome faces and bodies. After the previous night’s performance…Isabella knew she could be in too deep.

She spent the drive time drilling it into her head that handsome men were no good. Hadn’t Daniel taught her that lesson?

The devil on her shoulder argued,
Even handsome men who can make you come?

She forced herself to relive her last day on the Circle C Ranch.

Daniel had used the excuse that he wanted her to ride with him out on the property to check on the horses grazing the north forty.

Isabella should have recognized it as a ruse.

Once out in the north pasture, Daniel had stopped the engine and leaned across the seat to kiss her.

His lips had been dry, the kiss short and Daniel had been in a hurry to get her out of her clothes and into the bed of the truck.

Isabella had gone along with his plan, while secretly going through all the work she had waiting for her when they returned to the horse barn.

Daniel spread a thin blanket over the hard metal truck bed, lay down beside her naked body and ran his fingers down to the apex of her thighs, seeking the center of her folds. For all of approximately two minutes, he had strummed her clit. He hadn’t bothered to moisten his efforts, his dry finger rubbing her sensitive parts until they stung.

Isabella had tried to get there, to find that elusive spot, to rise to the occasion, but no matter what fantasies she’d envisioned, mental coaching or prayers to the sex gods, she just couldn’t.

When Isabella had shown no signs of climaxing, Daniel muttered a curse, dropped his drawers and fucked her. Two minutes later he rolled off her, zipped his jeans and climbed out of the truck bed.

Isabella had collected her clothing, mentally castigating herself for her failure to come. She’d climbed into the passenger seat and buckled her seatbelt, her heart squeezing in her chest. Why couldn’t she come? She’d loved Daniel, didn’t she? They’d spent a lot of time together with the horses. He’d been very attentive and had made love to her over and over. Surely that was love.

“Look, Isabella. I can’t keep doing it with a woman who won’t even respond to my efforts.”