Espino, Stacey - Corralling the City Girl [Ride 'em Hard 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (17 page)

“Roll her over.” Brad tugged her his way until she met her stomach.

“She has such a cute little ass,” said Brad. “I can’t wait to fuck it again.”

“You had it last time while I watched. This time it’s my turn.” Dawson’s tone didn’t leave room for argument, and it made her hot. Her pussy pulsed and she clamped down, only to feel the gingerroot release in her ass in a painful wave. She squealed. “Relax.”

Chase pulled the rope taut, stretching her arms so she couldn’t fidget or fight to get free. “What are you doing to me?”

“This punishment has been a long time coming, darlin’. I put up with your forked tongue for nearly a week.” He pulled her panties down to her thighs. Dawson’s hand came down on her ass, the fleshy sound filling the campsite. She tightened, only to regret it. His big, rough hand came down several times on each ass cheek, and every time she squeezed her muscles, earning her a sharp burn from the gingerroot.

“Get it out!” A hand smoothed up and down her back, attempting to placate her. She wouldn’t admit that this wicked night made her cunt hungry. Her mind drifted to every base desire she’d ever imagined.

“Once you relax through these spanks, I’ll know you’re learning.” Dawson smacked her ass, harder, and she fought for control this time. She didn’t clamp down, and the vibrations traveled all the way to her engorged clit. It was an eye-opening moment, and she knew things would only get better.

“Learning what?”

He switched positions with Chase, who answered for him. “You’ll learn you belong to us, that we love you, and that we’re in control when we fuck.”

“It’s all for your pleasure, darlin’.” Brad brushed the hair off her forehead. “If you stop fighting, I promise you’ll like it.”

“You’ve done this before, too?” She was shocked that all the men seemed to know another use for ginger. Never in her life had sex been like this for her. It had always been vanilla and unsatisfying. Her greatest thrills came from her toy, and it couldn’t compare to what these men offered her.

“I think every cowboy of age has. You’ve been in the city too long, Jane.”

Chase spanked her, not as hard as Dawson had. After each spank, he trailed his fingers between her legs and teased her clit. Every sequence taught her more, and she relaxed as they suggested and truly began to enjoy the sting of each spank. Pleasure and pain combined, beginning the build-up of a monumental orgasm. But this was only a prelude, and she wanted their cocks, not just their sex games.

“I want cock,” she said. Her cheeks heated after the words escaped her lips. It sounded so dirty, and she hadn’t meant to say it aloud.

“Bring her to her knees,” said Dawson. Chase’s strong arm slipped under her belly and hoisted to her knees, doggy-style. Brad continued to hold her rope, so she couldn’t rear up to her knees. “That’s better. You look lovely like this, baby doll.” He took the rope from Brad and tugged it up so her face was near his groin. She sat on her knees, her panties below her ass, and the ginger still penetrating her. He unbuckled and unzipped, only releasing his erection. She didn’t have to be asked. She wanted to taste him, to please him. Jane sucked in the thick head, twirling her tongue around the spongy surface, flicking the firm nub on the underside.

“That’s enough. I need to be inside you. Right now.” His sudden urgency made her stomach flutter.

He pressed her back down until her breasts hit the grass, her ass still kissing the night air. Dawson plucked the root from her anus, and she sighed in relief. She could feel the moisture from the ginger and fat drip down after it was released. He didn’t wait, didn’t let her stretch, just forced his big cock into her ass, and he was big. She moaned, savoring the fullness, the sweet relief and the rawness of the act.

“Do you like my dick in your ass, little one?”

She nodded, unable to speak, only focusing on the rhythm of each delicious stroke. Jane wanted it harder, faster, and to be honest, she wanted another cock to fill her body. “More!”

Chase didn’t let her down. He dropped to his back beside her, gloriously naked, his cock jutting up, virile and proud. “Come straddle me, sweetheart.”

Dawson assisted her, shuffling them over without pulling out of her body. She rested her bound hands on Chase’s chest, and he reached down to tear her thin panties clear off her body. “More,” she repeated, feeling more savage than human.

“Sit on my dick. I’m gonna fuck you until you’re screaming my name.”

She sank into relief, enjoying the tug and tightness as the second hard erection fought for space in her body. Jane loved it—the naughtiness, the grit, the untamed desire. She rode him hard, and Dawson rode her. They were one pass of flesh and fucking. The only missing element was her sweet Brad. She searched for him. He was standing a few feet away, holding the slack end of the rope, watching.

“Brad, I need you.”

He dropped the rope and followed her voice, crouched beside Chase’s prone body. She licked her lips, an invitation which he took. They kissed as the other men worked her body—deeply, passionately—enough to create their own bubble of space within the foursome.

“I don’t want you just watching, Brad. Give me your cock so I can suck it.”

He didn’t ask questions, only stood up and fed her the prominent erection. The balance was the biggest challenge. Fucking, being fucked, and sucking was an artwork, a delicately played choreography. The craziest thought entered her head. If only Mandy, back at the office, knew she was being triple-teamed. She’d never believe it, not coming from Jane.

Her orgasm began to reveal itself in small spasms. She knew it was coming, but wanted to hold off, to enjoy this night for as long as she could. “Come, Jane,” said Dawson, slamming into her ass. “Now. Come for me!” He commanded her, and it ignited a volatile heat in her cunt. She took small gasps, bracing for the detonation she wasn’t sure she could handle. “Now!” That last gruff order sent her orgasm over the peak, and she cried out into the night.

Brad pumped his cock a few more times and sprayed his ejaculate over her breasts, streams of hot, white cum dripping down her chest. Her other two cowboys rocked her as she settled, releasing into her body, groaning like animals.

They all collapsed together, spent, and sated. Their ménage relationship may have been cemented, but the journey wasn’t over. She’d never rely on a man, no matter how honorable. If they didn’t make the deadline, she’d be forced to return to her job in the city…and she knew that was the one place her cowboys couldn’t follow her.

Chapter Sixteen

“What’s wrong with her?” Jane leaned over his shoulder as he examined the heifer.

Dawson replied, “Looks to be milk fever. These animals need to get to their new grounds and given proper nutrition and licks.”

“There’s tons of grass here.”

“That’s not enough, darlin’. They’re getting low on minerals, which is probably why they needed to be moved in the first place.”

Jane looked genuinely concerned. She started out hating the cows, thinking of them as filthy beasts, but slowly grew fond of them. Now he’d catch her talking softly to them as the sun rose. They would have been hers, but it didn’t look like they’d make their deadline tomorrow. There was no way they’d get to their destination in less than twenty-four hours. No one talked about it because there was no sense worrying over something they couldn’t change. Besides, things were different now. The outcome of the drive wouldn’t dictate if they had a future. Jane was theirs. It had been reconfirmed every night since they committed to each other.

“Can we do anything?”

“It’s not far now. They’d be okay until then.”

Jane ran her hand over the side of the animal in a loving gesture. “The more I think about it, the more I wish things would have worked out differently. It would have been nice to live on my uncle’s ranch. All my happy memories were grown there, and after the past two weeks, I know there’s nowhere else I want to be.”

His heart went out to her. The thirty-grand paycheck meant nothing to him now. All he wanted was Jane, her happiness, and a future with roots. “We’ll make the deadline.”

She laughed. “That’s impossible. Don’t worry, I’ve accepted the fact, it just hurts knowing that if I tried harder I may have succeeded.”

“I ain’t joking. I’ll drive them straight through the night. No rest. We’ll make the deadline.” He rose to his feet and cupped her sweet, angelic face in his palms. “Don’t you understand, baby doll? What affects you affects me, affects us. I know Chase and Brad won’t complain about working through the night. If we can make the deadline, I’m sure we can all agree to settle on your uncle’s ranch. A new start for all of us.”

“Will Chase leave his family? What about Brad and his sisters? Even if they did agree, there’s no way we can make it. You said yourself, the cattle aren’t well. Pushing them too hard can’t be a good thing.”

“We’ll talk about it tonight at dinner, okay?” He kissed her, not liking that she was getting upset. Without hope, what the fuck did they have? If he had her, he could face any obstacle, but things were still uncertain. He needed to ensure Chase and Brad were as committed as he was, because Jane wanted each and every one of them. To break off a piece would ruin the whole. He never admitted it aloud, but the other two cowboys were okay. They were hardworking, dedicated, and fun company. He wasn’t used to having many friends, always being on the road. Settling down with his three travel companions would be a whole new experience for him, one he was eager to begin.

They continued to move the cattle, Jane tagging along with the pack horses. He wanted to push them as far as possible before nightfall. They’d stop, have a meal, and talk before working through the night, whether Jane agreed or not.

“They’re straggling,” said Chase, riding up alongside him, his little cowdog coming up the rear.

“I think it’s milk fever.”

“Fuck. I thought as much. This herd needs some serious TLC. I doubt they’ve been cared for proper since Mr. Williams passed.”

Dawson took off his Stetson and ran a hand through his damp hair before replacing it. “They’ll be ours to care for if we get them to the target on time.”

“Twelve o’clock tomorrow? It’s nearly sunset. How you plan on accomplishing that?”

“Cowboys aren’t afraid of hard work, eh? We drive them in the dark.”

“That’s fool talk!”

“Tell me, Chase. Where you headin’ when we’re done here?”

He scoffed. “Home, of course.”

“What about Jane?”

Chase scowled. He scratched the side of his head before speaking. “What about her?”

“She expects you want something long-term. You plan to walk away from her?”

“Fuck no! I just need to check on my family. I have parents, two brothers, and a little sister.”

Dawson began to ride away, but he called back over his shoulder. “You’ll break her heart because you can’t let go of the apron strings. Cut her loose. I’ll take proper care of her, same as Bradley.”

* * * *

Chase watched Dawson blend into the massive herd. Dust obscured him from view within minutes. He had nothing to retort because the man had been right. Chase hadn’t made any plans for the future, and like his momma constantly reminded him, he needed to. He was the eldest of all his siblings. Men his age had ranches of their own, women, children, real lives. What was he holding back for? He often convinced himself he had to stay home to keep watch over his baby sister, but she was a woman, and had Grant and Matthew to watch over her regardless.

If he could just let go, settling on the Williams’ ranch would be ideal. Five thousand head would be plenty of work for the three of them. They’d never be bored. His family ranch wasn’t too far, just an hour’s drive north. Could it really work? They’d have to get satellite, because he couldn’t miss the games. He could already envision Jane walking around the house in just one of his jerseys.

By the time they settled for the evening, he was saddle sore, and exhaustion had him walking hunched over like a man twice his age. He crashed by the fire Brad had started and took a cleansing breath as he stared up at the great beyond above him.

“You okay?” asked Jane, kneeling beside him. “Want a back rub?”

He smiled. Just seeing his little beauty was enough to brighten his mood. “Sounds good. You’re an angel, you know that?” Chase rolled to his stomach and struggled out of his shirt. When her hands began working his tired muscles, he groaned deep in his chest. She kneaded and rubbed until he nearly fell asleep under her touch.