Espino, Stacey - Corralling the City Girl [Ride 'em Hard 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (16 page)

Chase looked at Brad, standing on the other side of the couple. Their gaze held volumes that words could never express. This was a ménage romance in the making, and Chase was dumbfounded. His daddy always taught him not to judge others on appearances, not until you’ve walked a mile in their boots. He admitted to judging his best friends, the Carson brothers, when they declared they were marrying one woman. Chase even found the arrangement nauseating, despite how happy his friends were. Eventually he decided it wasn’t his business, and stopped obsessing about their unorthodox relationship.

Now he was only a breath away from entering into something similar. The only difference was these men weren’t his brothers, but strangers. How would something like this ever work out? They all had homes and families to return to. Were they destined to break apart no matter how hard they worked at their relationship?

“What are you saying, Dawson Reed? Is this your way of redeeming yourself?”

“No, it’s the truth. You’re all I can think about, baby doll. I’d stall this cattle run until the end of time if it meant more time with you.”

If Dawson was this into Jane, then the possibility of things working between the four of them just increased. With three dedicated men determined to please one woman, they could shift the world off axis if they set their minds to it.

* * * *

Three nights until the deadline, and they all lay on their cots looking up at the stars. Observing the heavens from such vast grasslands was no different than floating on the ocean at night. Jane could transport herself anywhere with her imagination. The black expanse surrounding them was like a planetarium of stars. She was fascinated by the power and might of Mother Nature. Chase had mentioned the strength it could hold over a person before they started this life-changing journey.

“You see the dipper?” asked Brad, pointing to the well-defined icons in the sky.

“I’ve found them both,” she said. The heat had begun to increase again, making work and travel by day long and tiring. Evenings were another story. A gentle breeze caressed the land, traveling across Jane’s body and soothing more than her flesh.

Chase rolled to his side. “What do you say about coming home with me when this is all said and done? Forget the city, leave the rat race behind.”

She could feel the tension stir in the air. Brad sat up, and when she glanced at Dawson, his features were set hard, but he remained quiet. How could she choose one over the other? Could she really abandon everything she knew from the city?

“Actually I was thinking that maybe I wouldn’t sell my uncle’s place. Maybe I’ll fix it up and move in. I’m still thinking on it. And that’s assuming I don’t blow the deadline, which doesn’t look good at the moment.”

“Darlin’, if I could make the cattle grow wings, I would. But, regardless, I want you with me even if you don’t get the money,” said Chase, his voice rich with conviction. This was what she sought and never found all these years in the men she’d dated—passion, commitment, love. It must be too good to be true. Nothing fell in her lap, including her inheritance.

“I knew your uncle. He was a good man. I don’t think he’d have approved of a stranger working the ranch he built all his life. Some things should remain sacred and stay in the family,” said Dawson.

“You knew my uncle?”

Chase bolted up. “Wait a minute. You’re just trying to get her to refuse my offer. Let her make up her own mind!”

“I’m not trying to brainwash her like you, Garner. I’m telling her what I think is in her best interest.”

“And I suppose you’ll offer to move in with her?”

Jane didn’t want them fighting. All their suggestions only added to her confusion, which already had her bogged down. She’d had days, which felt like years on the prairie, to decide what to do with her future. It was premature, but she loved them each in their own way. She wanted to give the relationship a chance, to have the opportunity to learn about each man, their history, dreams, desires, likes, and dislikes. But she was also terrified of giving a man power over her life and emotions. Was she destined to end up like her mother—a jilted, torn, resentful woman who’d had to endure countless heartaches in her life?

“Stop!” She exhaled and silently pleaded to the stars to solve all her problems. “Can’t we just get along?”

“I have no problem with them,” said Chase. “The more the merrier, I suppose, but I know my momma won’t approve of me bringing two grown men home to share in my new woman.”

“Then maybe momma’s boy should head home alone.” Dawson’s impassive nature turned challenging. As much as she hated to see them at each others’ throats, it was bizarrely erotic. When had men fought for her before? Never.

“At least I know about commitment and roots. What’ll Jane do with a drifter when you get bored or crave to hit the circuit again?”

“Who said I was a rider?”

“I know that buckle.” Chase pointed to Dawson’s belt. “My neighbor, Wyatt, has the same one. Only hardcore riders earn those badges of honor.”

“Things have changed. Jane’s opened my eyes to better things.”

Brad had been quiet until now. “Jane, this is hogwash. You best make a decision. You know I care for you. I’ll do everything in my power to keep you happy.”

“If you three could get along, I wouldn’t have to choose!” Jane was up on her feet now, ready to play referee at a moment’s notice. She stomped her foot like spoiled child. She wanted it all. Making her choose would be cruel after growing close to each of them.

They all shut up as soon as she quieted. The lust dancing in their eyes was dark and hypnotizing. They’d all shifted moods at the same moment, as if her words changed everything.

Dawson ran a hand through his mess of thick brown hair. “Why don’t you show us just how much you want to share the three of us?” His words were smooth and tempting, like melted chocolate. Her body fired hot when the other men didn’t protest. They wanted her—all three of them. Her pussy and ass pulsed in anticipation. There was no rain to shadow any sexual act this time. It would be more real, and there were promises of commitment attached.

“You gonna to run away when things get hot?”

“Not this time, baby doll. There’re no more secrets, which means no more guilt. I plan to enjoy you proper.” He ran his fingertips along her cheek. Was that adoration in his gaze? “Do you remember your safe word?”

She nearly gasped. He was still ready to play games with her? Her heart raced as she tried to imaging what he planned for her body.
“Alberta.”

“I don’t want to hear it again unless you mean it, understand?”

Jane nodded, anxious for him to demand her clothes come off. There was something titillating about standing naked and exposed with three sets of eyes watching her every move. It was easier knowing they each cherished her body, constantly telling her how beautiful and tempting she was.

Brad moved behind her and pulled her shirt off over her head. She’d lost her bra since the rainstorm, so her breasts jiggled once the fitted shirt was removed. His arms snaked around her and he palmed her breasts. Brad’s hot breath was at the side of her neck, coming out as a half-growl as he kissed her erogenous zones along her neck, up to the shell of her ear. “Will you suck me like you did for Dawson? I haven’t stopped dreaming about it.”

His wish was her command. “Lose your pants, cowboy.” She twisted her head enough for him to kiss her lips, once, twice, before he broke away to remove all his clothing. It was strange, but somehow sex connected them, bonded them more than laughing, sharing memories by the fire, or working together ever could.

Chase unbuttoned her jeans and tugged them down her hips, leaving her in just whisper-thin lace panties. “We’ll leave these on for now,” he said.

She turned to see if Brad was ready. He was undressed, sporting a thick and ready hard-on. She salivated as he stroked himself, watching her with interest. “Ready?”

“Not hard enough for you, darlin’?”

Jane bent down to her knees, followed by Chase, who knelt down behind her, her calves between his. She reached for Brad’s cock and tugged it to her waiting mouth. He was warm once she wrapped her lips around him, and his appreciative growl only encouraged her to try and take him as deep as she dared.

Chase nipped along her shoulder, massaging her tits as she sucked Brad. When he reached around to impale two fingers into her cunt, she briefly opened her mouth to draw in more air. He didn’t finger-fuck her as she’d hoped, but dragged the moisture back to her ass. He caressed her puckered rosette, featherlight strokes that ignited all her nerve endings. She was in heaven, only the sound of crickets and wet sucking around the campfire. Chase began his invasion, pressing one digit deep into her ass, nearly making her come from the pressure alone. She clamped down hard, trying to pull him deeper.

“Our little lady loves being double-fucked, but tonight she’ll be getting it three ways,” said Dawson. She shifted just her eyes and saw he was shirtless, all those beautiful muscles dancing in the firelight. The bulge in his jeans proved he enjoyed the sight in front of him, and she wanted to impress him by not shying away from their rough handling. She noticed he had a whittling knife out, carefully carving what looked like a small piece of driftwood.

“She likes my finger in her ass,” said Chase, pulling out and adding a second finger. The tightness increased, slightly uncomfortable as he stretched her. She was too far gone to worry about pain, not when she knew how good it would feel once she was properly prepped for his cock.

Dawson patted Brad on the shoulder. “Don’t let her finish you off now, or you’ll miss out on the fun.” Brad pulled away from her mouth, but continued to slowly stroke his swollen dick, almost purple from arousal. “Chase, lay her on her back. I know she’s eager to experience some forbidden pleasure.”

Looking at the stars again, she gave thanks for the quick change of direction the night had taken. The evening could have turned out much worse. Now it couldn’t have been better. Her body was coiled tight and she couldn’t wait for her cowboys to give her everything they had, no holding back.

The cool grass against her back made her nipples pebble. Their fire was strong and the stars gave enough added illumination so that she could enjoy watching every move of the men, even if sinister and shadowed.

“Spread your legs,” Dawson ordered. He moved in closer and crouched between her open thighs. He observed her nearly nude form, every gaze marking her like a hot brand. When he held up the object he’d been whittling, she noted it was a large section of the ginger he kept in his saddlebags that he boiled in their tea. He’d carved it into the shape of a small cone, a few inches of a smooth tubular shape with a wide, flared base.

“What’s that for?”

“It’s ginger. You liked it in your tea, didn’t you?”

She nodded, feeling apprehension slip in. Jane supposed it wouldn’t be so bad if he wanted to fuck her with it, no different than her dildo the other night. The fact it was edible was odd, but not a turnoff, not with her hormones on overdrive.

“I’m going to put it in your ass because I don’t want you tensing up on me when I spank you.”

Her mouth went dry. She said nothing as he used some of the fat they used on their crackers to coat the moist tip of the root. He pulled her panties to the side and placed it at her nether hole and twisted it in. “Take it all, Jane. Be a good girl.” How could he keep his voice so steady and controlled?

She whined and bucked as he shoved all three inches of it into her ass. It wasn’t like a sex toy, though. When she clamped down on it, the ensuing burn made her yelp and reach for it in an attempt to toss it away.

“Tie her hands,” he told the other men. “She has to be broke.”

The bastards complied. Brad fetched a length of thin yellow rope from the side of his saddle and assisted Chase in tying her wrists together. They secured her bound arms above her head. “She’s secured,” said Chase. “Start the lessons.”

“It fucking burns. Get it out!” she blurted.

Dawson chuckled, holding her legs apart at the knees despite her attempt to close them. “I don’t hear your safe word, darlin’.”

“Dawson!”

“Nope. That ain’t it.” He trailed a fingertip down her stomach until he reached her clit. Only the thin lace separated him from touching her flesh to flesh. He pressed her button, holding his finger in place. “The ginger is meant to teach you. When you clamp down, it’ll hurt. If you learn to relax, trust, and enjoy, you’ll be just fine.”

She tried her damndest not to clench her muscles if that was the key to avoiding the unpleasant burn.