Cowboy Rescue [Men for Hire 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (10 page)

Is this what watching a real strip show like Chippendales is like? Naw. This is better.

She decided to encourage him. “Ooh, baby, yeah, that’s it.”

He paused, shot her a “what the hell” look, then kept the dance going. Slowly, inching it upward little by little, he exposed an ab that wasn’t a six-pack, but a freakin’ eight-pack. He skimmed his hand over his stomach, and she couldn’t help but lick her lips.

“Do you want some of this, sugar?”

“You know it, big guy.”

He grinned and swiveled his hips, moving his pelvis in a circle. Turning in a slow circle, he patted his butt and ran his tongue over his lips. All at once, he jumped, twirling his body around to face her, then thrust his hips forward, punching his crotch toward her. He jabbed forward two more times, then spun around to wiggle his butt at her.

“Ooh, yeah. I love the way you dance. Talk dirty to me, Jackie.”

He froze, craned around to stare at her, then pointed a finger at her. “Don’t ever call me Jackie, okay? If my brothers heard you call me that, I’d never live it down.”

“Sorry, Jackie.” She faked an “Oops, I did it again” expression and pressed her fingers to her mouth.

“Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be, is it?” His grin grew wider. He faced her again and started working on the button of his jeans. “Do you want me to keep going? Because I only strip as Jack, not Jackie.”

“Yes, please. Keep going,
Jack
.”

A wicked gleam flared in his eyes. “Good girl.”

He slid the zipper down then danced his way to putting his back to her. Looking over his shoulder, he winked and let his jeans ease over his round buttocks to expose half of his butt cheeks. He slapped one cheek. “Do you like what you see, baby?”

“Uh-huh.”

He dropped his jeans to the floor as he toed off his boots. “And now?”

“Even more.”

He drew closer to the edge of the bed. “Then how about a little spank?”

She forgot about the sheet covering her and hurried to the end of the bed on her hands and knees. Drawing back her hand, she paused, then whacked him on the butt. His tanned skin—
tanned even under his jeans?
—rippled a little, making her want to slap him again.

“Do it again. I know you want to.”

She didn’t hesitate to give him another spanking on the other cheek.

“Now bite me.”

“What?” She flattened both hands against his butt cheeks.

“Bite my ass.”

She hadn’t thought to do it before he mentioned it, but now that he had, he did have a very delectable-looking ass. Holding on to his lean waist, she leaned forward and gave him a little nip on the butt.

“Yeah, girl, that’s it.”

She hadn’t bitten hard enough to draw blood, but she thrilled at the imprint of her teeth marks on his skin. “I want to bite you again.”

“Then do it. But just know that I might bite back.”

She scraped her teeth against the flesh of one cheek then smacked him on the other side. He jumped a little, but not far enough to get away from her.

Would Brad prefer to give spankings or get them? Her mouth watered as she imagined nipping at all three delicious bottoms.

“Ooh, I love nibbling on your butt.” She leaned forward and slid her palms over his flesh. “I think I’ll do it again.”

“How about you do something else, first?”

He turned in a quick spin, and she found herself up close and personal with his cock. She inhaled as the huge instrument of pleasure brushed the end of her nose. His scent, one filled with a musky, sexier-than-hell aroma struck her nostrils, and she drew in yet another breath. He smelled a lot like Mike, but with an added tangy fragrance that was all his own.

A drop of pre-cum wet her nose. She flicked her tongue out and wiped it away.

“Aw, shit, sugar, you’re going to make me come.”

“Isn’t that the point?”

“Not yet, it’s not.”

“Then hold on.” She took his cock by the base and whipped her tongue over the bulbous end.

He groaned, the sound going low in his throat to rumble into his chest. “Hold on? That’s asking a lot of a guy.”

She didn’t bother answering with words. Instead, she drew his cock in, sucking hard to enclose him bit by bit. He tunneled his fingers through her hair, pulling it away from her neck in a rough yank. The sting it gave her only made her want him more. She sucked harder, taking the end of him as far back into her mouth as she could without choking.

What would his cum taste like? She’d never drunk a man’s seed before, because she’d never wanted to. But if she had the chance, she’d drink Jack’s. Or Mike’s or Brad’s. Or all of three of them. She trembled, thinking about how wickedly sexy she’d become since they’d come into her life.

A memory of how her life was before she’d met them filtered through her mind, swamping her with sadness. Once the job was over, they’d go back to their ranch, leaving her alone. She shoved the emotion away and concentrated on the fun at hand.

She slowly withdrew him, and his hold on her hair tightened. Tilting to the side, she took his cock out then slid her tongue along its length as she gazed upward. His eyes were closed and his face slack as he laid his head back. She felt more powerful, more in control than she had since getting the first terrible e-mail.

No, I won’t think about that either.

Instead, she took hold of his hips, steadying herself as she wrapped her mouth around his cock again. Keeping one hand in her hair, he brought the other down to fondle her breast. She moaned, blowing air over him, and felt him tremble. He rocked gently back and forth, helping her make more friction.

“Maria, we’ve got to stop.”

She took her mouth off and gaped up at him. “Stop? You mean you’re leaving?”

“Hell, no. I’d die a slow and painful death if I left now.” He took her face in his hands and lifted her so he could press a kiss to her lips. “But if you don’t stop doing what you were doing, I’m going to blow. And I don’t want that happening yet.”

Her body sang as he crawled onto the bed and came behind her. Wrapping his arms around her, he took both her breasts in his hands and nibbled on the back of her neck.

“You are so fucking sexy.”

“I am?”

“Oh, hell, yeah. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” He slid one hand lower to push between her pussy lips.

She jerked as he found her clit and massaged it, taking it from pulsating to throbbing. At her moan, he eased a finger into her pussy and used the pad of his palm against her clit. She leaned her head to the side as his nibbles got harder, sending pleasure-filled stabs of pain into her shoulders. His hand quickened, shoving his finger deeper as he rubbed her clit harder. She’d thought she’d been turned on before, but he fired the flame inside her to an even hotter pitch.

Covering his hand over her breast with hers, she fondled her other breast, tweaking her nipple. She could feel his gaze on her, loving the way she pinched and tortured her tit. She pushed her butt against his hard cock, egging him to do more than use his finger to fuck her.

“I want to sink my cock deep inside your pussy.”

She smiled the satisfied smile of a woman who had total command over her lover. “Then do it.”

She yelped as he grabbed her under the arms, picked her up, then turned her around.

So much for total control.

But she didn’t mind. She’d dreamed of a man, of men, who would overpower her in a rough but loving way.

He leaned back, positioning her ass on top of his thighs. His cock pressed against her pussy, and she prepared herself for his entry.

He was as big as Mike had been, and she remembered, could still feel, how he’d stretched her pussy to the limit. Jack clutched her hair, hard enough to make her whimper, then fondled her tit.

“Damn, but you’ve got such great hair. I can’t touch it enough.”

His words were mumbled as he spoke and licked her nipple at the same time, but she understood him clearly enough.

Taking his hair in a tight hold in much the same way as he had hers, she made him look into her face. “Fuck me, Jack-
ie
.”

“Jackie, huh? You, woman, have a demon inside you. But that’s okay. I’ve got a bit of a devil in me.” He lifted her with one hand, then positioned his cock right under her and brought her down hard and fast.

She gasped, impaled by his thick cock, then threw her head back as the tip of his mushroom cap struck as far into her pussy as was possible. He wrapped his arms under hers and gripped the top of her shoulders, pinning her to him. All she could do was grip his shoulders and hang on.

She rocked against him as best she could, but her attempts to meet him halfway were no match to his strong thrusts. He kept his gaze on her, his eyes wild, yet clouded with lust. All she could do was dig her fingernails into his arms and hang on for dear life.

“You…”

He thrust upward, pushing the breath from her with the brute force of his blow. She closed her eyes, letting the sensation of getting fully fucked barrel through her.

“Are…”

Again, he rammed into her.

“So fuckin’ amazing.”

He continued to fuck her, his cock pushing her pussy walls outward and sending delightful friction along her pussy to spread outward. Her body tingled with lust as he pounded into her time and again. She panted, taking gasps in between each “uh” that she spoke.

“That’s it, baby. Ride me. Don’t let me buck you off.”

“I don’t know that I can. I’ve never even ridden a horse. And you’re much more than a horse.”

“That’s okay. Once we get you back to the ranch, you’ll be able to ride anything we put between your legs.”

Back to the ranch?
But she didn’t want to break the mood between them to ask what he meant.

He tugged her hand off his shoulder and brought it between her legs. “Play with yourself, sugar. And open your eyes. I want to see them when you come.”

She found her clit amid the wet warmth of her pussy and rubbed. Then, opening her eyes, she did as he told her, staring into his hypnotizing depths again. Her tits bounced up and down as he bent his head and flicked his tongue over first one nipple then the other. Her moans grew louder, and he laughed, covering her mouth with his hand.

“Shh. You don’t want to wake up Brad.”

She smiled into his palm. He took it off then pressed a quick kiss to her lips.

“Or maybe you do?” He thrust upward, his hips moving faster, harder. “Is that it, sugar? Do you want to get fucked by all three brothers?”

She couldn’t answer. Was it really all right with them?

“Don’t worry. It’ll happen in time. And when it does, you’re going to be raw the next day.”

The storm of lust inside her whirled to an impossible height with his promise. She leaned back, letting him hold her upright and giving his cock the perfect angle to find her sweet spot. He did, sending her straight into the center of the storm. She cried out as he hit her G-spot and felt him tense along with her. He didn’t cover her cry this time, but instead, shoved his mouth against her shoulder to muffle his own shout.

Together, their climaxes broke free, pummeling their bodies. They shook together as they clung to each other.

Wave after wave rolled through her to meet with his answering shakes. She whimpered as the shudders morphed into jerks and then into trembles. Perspiration dotted her forehead as well as his as he pulled them over to fall onto the bed.

“Holy shit.”

She laughed as they spread out on their backs and stared at the ceiling. “I think that’s how this got started.”

* * * *

“I’ll put you on speaker, Fletcher. Tell us what you’ve found out so far.”

Brad held out the phone as Mike and Jack gathered near him. If Fletcher’s call hadn’t come as soon as he’d walked into the living room, he would’ve asked Jack what was going on. His brother hadn’t said anything, and, judging from his wet hair, he’d already showered, but he’d noticed the smug expression on Jack’s face as soon as he’d seen him. No man, especially after spending the last few hours awake and on guard, should look that damn happy.

Damn it. He got to Maria last night without my knowing it.

He glanced at Mike, who quickly averted his gaze.

And Mike’s in on it. Did they both sleep with her? If so, that meant they left the living room deserted, which means they were too fucking busy fucking to keep on their toes
.
Damn them.

Granted, part of his anger came from the knowledge that he was the only one of the three of them not to have her, but that wasn’t all of it. He’d butt their heads together later. Right now, his primary concern was for her safety.

“I won’t go into the details—” Fletcher’s voice sounded like he was in the room with them.

“Which means you don’t think we’d understand the computer lingo anyway,” interrupted Jack.

“Anyway, I’m like ninety-nine percent sure that the person who set up the fake Friends Place page was her ex-roomie, Sharron Watkins.”

“Why that fucking bitch,” muttered Mike. “I’d like to wring her scrawny neck.”

Although Sharron was by no means unattractive, Brad understood how Mike felt. No one could compare to Maria. “Go on, Fletcher.”

“Anyway, she set up the page under the name of Torrie Winters and pilfered photos from Maria’s real page. Then she had a field day playing with a bunch of different men that contacted her. She’s quite the adventurous girl as far as sex goes, if you know what I mean. I’m pretty sure she hooked up with a few of them, maybe even our stalker e-mailer. There wasn’t much she didn’t promise to do with these guys.”

Brad relaxed his grip on his phone. Otherwise, he’d let his anger get the best of him and might break it in half. “But she didn’t give Maria’s real e-mail address to any of the others, except the one man, this freak who calls himself King of the Night. Is that right?”

“You got it. She left most of them hanging when she started concentrating him. The others finally gave up and quit trying to reach her. But him? She got into him big time, especially once he started telling her that he loved her. Hell, once she admitted that she wasn’t the one in the photos, she still tried to get him to meet her. Not sure about that yet, though. She did give him her real name, her real photo, and her home e-mail address.”