How to Break a Cowboy (9 page)

“Kiss me, boys,” I say as I stroke Wade’s cock like it’s
mine. “Suck my cock.”

All three men groan as Dallas approaches from one side and
Connor from the other. They fall on me—on Wade—like they’re diving for
treasure, excited, frantic, desperate.

I lean back and press myself against Wade, feeling the other
men’s tongues graze me, feeling almost as if I have a penis and know what it’s
like to be sucked off. It’s fucking heaven, let me tell you.

“Dallas,” I say through panting breaths. “Straddle Wade’s
face. Wade’s going to suck your cock like’s he’s been desperate to do for
months now.”

Dallas raises his head to glance at me, then he looks at
Wade. But Wade’s eyes are closed. Wiping his mouth, he cautiously moves around
the bed and does as I ask. The minute his legs are positioned on either side of
Wade, Wade takes hold of Dallas’s legs and spreads his ass, raising his head to
lick him from balls to anus.

It takes me a second to realize Wade’s freed himself from
his bonds. Okay, so maybe I’m good with numbers…not so good with knots. It
doesn’t matter. What matters is how greedy Wade is as he feasts on Dallas and
the expression of ultimate bliss on Dallas’s face as he moans and backs himself
up, keening like an animal in heat.

“Now that is fucking hot,” Connor says as he pushes me onto
my back and crawls on top of me, a mirror image of Wade and Dallas. His knees
straddle my head and his erection bumps suggestively against my face as he
leans forward to kiss Dallas.

So much for being in control!

But I don’t care because it’s finally happening. The four of
us are going at it like we’ve all wanted to since we met. Dallas and Connor lean
down again, a continuation of their battle for control of Wade’s cock, while I
grate my pussy up and down, up and down. I’m licking and biting the inside of
Connor’s thighs until he raises his pelvis enough to give me a better angle so
I can take his cock in my mouth. From the grunts and moans, I can only assume
Wade is still tongue-fucking Dallas and it’s all one glorious session of
four-way fellatio. 

But I want more and I’m not the only one.

Wade shifts and somehow, despite all of us leaning on him,
he’s crawled out from under us. Breathing heavy, he stands at the edge of the
bed, his penis hard and purple and angry.

“You three will pay for that,” Wade says. But unlike his
cock, his expression isn’t angry. There’s no more doubt left, at least none
that I can see. In its place is the most beautiful expression of love and lust
and I smile in relief.

“Tess Darlin’, you want three cowboys, well you’re going to
get three cowboys.”

Holy shit. I’m in trouble because I see a familiar glint in
Wade’s eyes; a glint that lets me know that, while he was willing to let me
have control for all of five minutes, Wade’s happiest when he’s calling the
shots. It shouldn’t surprise me. He’s the alpha and if truth be told, I love it
best that way too. I’m sure I speak for Connor and Dallas as well.

“Con, cover your cock. Tess is going to ride you.”

“Fuck me,” I hear Dallas whisper as he crawls off the bed to
make room for Connor.

Wade grabs Dallas’s chin. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you
alright. You think you can handle that?”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” Dallas asks and I realize
this is the way it needs to be between these guys, combative. The fact they’re
both smiling, confirms that’s how they like it.

I don’t realize I’m rubbing my pussy until Connor grabs my
hand and pulls me down on top of him.

“Straddle me Tess,” he says. “Come on. I need to be inside
of you.”

My pussy is so wet, so slick, I slide effortlessly down his
length.

“Oh God, that’s good.” Connor grips my hips and thrusts up
nice and hard. It’s the closest I’ll ever get to riding broncs.

“Where do you want Dallas? In front or behind?” Wade asks me
as he lifts my hair out of my face.

I glance at Dallas, at his enormous cock, then I look up
into Wade’s fevered gaze. “Behind,” I whisper.

Wade swipes his thumb across my parted lips. “That’s my naughty
girl,” he says, like I’ve passed some test. He takes the lube out of his drawer
and moves around behind me, pushing me down onto Connor’s chest.

“You think you can handle this tight little ass?” he asks
Dallas as he lubes me up and slides a finger into me.

“Fuck,” Dallas says with reverence, and I feel another set
of hands on me, fondling me, pressing into me. “I don’t know if I’ll last long
enough. She’s so fucking tight.”

“Mmm,” Wade says. “So pretty too. But don’t be fooled.”
Someone slaps me and I jerk. I’m sure it’s Wade but I’m too crazed by the
sensation to turn around. “Miss Savage is a very bad girl.”

He slides his hand around my ass and up my back, scratching
my skin as he goes. “And where does this naughty little city-girl want me?”
Wade asks, one hand on my spine, the other stroking his cock. I turn my hazy
gaze up to his face, but he’s eyeing Dallas.

“In him,” I whisper. “While he’s fucking me. You think you
can handle that, Cowboy?”

Wade’s eyes widen in surprise. It’s not the answer he expects.
He thought I’d tell him to fuck my mouth. Then I’d really have three cowboys at
once. But the thought of Wade plowing into Dallas with all that pent up
aggression—well hell. I want to have some of that in me. I want to know what it
feels like, through Dallas. The thing is, once I’ve got the image firmly
embedded in my brain, the desire to see it through drives me fucking insane.

“Are you sure?” Wade mouths the words.

I nod. “Do it. Right now.”

Connor slows his penetrating thrusts and runs his hand up my
sweat-slicked sides. “You sure you know what the hell you’re doing?” he asks,
breathless.

I shake my head. “I have no fucking clue what I’m doing. But
I know what I want.” I kiss his chest and then lay on top of him, wriggling
myself along his shaft.

With a firm grip on my hips, Dallas dips both his thumbs
into me.

“Oh God. Yes. This is what I want.”

“Tessa,” Connor whispers. “If you need them to stop, you
just say so, okay?”

“I know, I know.” I lift my head and try to smile to
reassure him, but I’m panting too hard. Dallas has that thick, friggin’ cock of
his poised right at the entrance of my ass and I grit my teeth, waiting for the
pain of penetration.

“You’re so…” Dallas is panting now too. “So fucking tight, I
don’t know…”

“Let me help.”

There’s Wade again, behind me, stroking me, working me. By
the way Dallas is groaning and moving behind me, Wade’s fingering my ass
while
he’s sliding his hand up and down Dallas’s erection.

“Come on, Dallas,” Wade whispers. “Fuck her. You know you
want to. You’ve wanted to from the moment you met her. You want to share what
we have. You can’t wait to dip your dick in Tessa and see how fucking sweet she
is.” He presses into me with three fingers now. “See that? See how ready she is
for you?”

“Oh God,” Connor moans beneath me. “I’m going to come if he
keeps that up.”

I can’t answer. I can’t speak. I can barely think.
Because…oh-my-fucking-God! Dallas is inside of me. That huge cock of his has
penetrated and he’s deep, so fucking deep. Both him and Connor. They don’t
move. None of us do. We all just lay there for a second, frozen together.

“Oh hell,” it’s Wade who’s groaning now. I hear the sound of
a condom packet ripping. More of Dallas’s weight falls onto the bed as Wade
moves behind him.

“Fuck her. Come on. In and out, like this. Do you feel that?
What I’m doing with my fingers? Do the same thing to her.”

I scream because Dallas turns into a wild man, penetrating
me hard and fast, his movements jerky and out of control.

“Tessa?” Connor cries. “You okay, babe?” His words show
concern yet his hips drive just as desperately into me from below.

I’m crying, not because I can’t handle it but because it’s
so, so intense. I don’t know where one man starts and the other ends. I feel
them so deeply, in places I’ve never been fucked before.

Yet, somehow, I know exactly the second Wade penetrates
Dallas. I can feel it—I swear to God—like his cock is so huge it reaches all
the way through Dallas’s body into mine.

It only takes a couple of combined thrusts before I’m
wailing so loud I’m not only scaring coyotes but the bears and mountain lions
as well. My body quakes with the intensity of my orgasm. Spasms rock me like
aftershocks along a fault line. But my quivering pussy doesn’t stop the men. Oh
no. They keep going, keep fucking, keep driving their cocks home again and
again and again.

I’m hyperventilating. It’s the most intense love-making
session I’ve ever had and I don’t think I can take another second because I
swear I’m going to pass out. Connor takes hold of my hips and holds me tight
while he cries his release. Goddamn! Can Dallas feel it? I think so because
it’s only a few seconds later that he cries out himself, holding me tight, he’s
so fucking deep I can feel him at the base of my throat.

As usual, Wade lasts the longest, but not by much. And, if I
thought I was loud, Wade’s ten times louder. I’ve never heard him lose control
like he does right then. His heart-wrenching cry moves me to tears.

“Oh baby,” Connor says, wiping my face. “We’ve hurt you.”

“Oh hell, no,” I pant, unable to move a muscle. “That was
amazing.” My words get caught on a sob. “So, so amazing.”

The next thing I know, Wade’s beside me and then Dallas
slowly withdraws and lays down on our other side. All three men are stroking my
back, making soft sounds at the backs of their throats.

“Tess?” Wade’s voice is rough and uncertain.

Somehow I manage to turn my head to him. I smile.

“Are you—?”

“Shhh,” I say, putting a finger to his mouth. “I’m good. I
may not be able to walk for a week, but I’m
so
good.” I close my eyes
and sigh. “Now, everyone just be quiet and let me rest…but don’t stop petting
my back. It feels really nice.”

Wade laughs and Connor wraps his arms around me. Dallas
strokes my hair, tucking it gently behind my ears. I’ve never felt so loved or
cared for. It doesn’t take long before I slide into an unconscious stupor to
the wonderful background music of my favorite cowboys whispering together.

*****

I wake and the bedside clock reads 4:35am. Quietly I
disentangle myself from the mass of male bodies. I pause at the foot of the
bed. All three men. Together. Naked. Limbs entwined, sleeping peacefully. It’s
quite a sight.

It doesn’t take long for me to gather my things. I don’t
want to risk waking the men, so I dress in my robe and quietly roll my packed
suitcase out the door, down the rocky slope to the pool house. There are
showers there and I’m sorely in need of one. I’m also just plain sore. But it’s
okay. It’s a good sore. It’s the kind of sore that brings a smile to my face,
reminding me in vivid detail of one of the most remarkable nights of my life.

I take my time in the shower, gingerly soaping my sensitive
body, replaying images from last night behind my closed lids as the water
cascades over my flesh. After I towel off, I dress, tie my hair back and apply minimal
makeup. My flight for London—the next stop on my work schedule—leaves in four
hours. I’d planned on taking a later flight, but after last night I’ve changed
my mind.

If I leave now, I’ll leave while everything is perfect.

It’s just the way I like it.

Only Wade has other ideas. He’s standing beside my rental
jeep, waiting for me in the grey light of dawn.

“You were just going to slip out without saying goodbye?”

“Yes,” I say as I throw my bag in the back seat and then
turn to him with a smile. “Last night was the perfect goodbye.”

He shoves his hands down deep into his pockets. In the dim
light, I can see his bare chest beneath his open jacket. A part of me wants
nothing more than to bury my face in his naked warmth, but I don’t. Instead I
open the driver’s door and climb in.

“So that’s it?” Wade asks. He sounds so different from the
Wade I know. He sounds uncertain.

It’s good.

I shut the door and turn down the window. “No, that’s not
it. I’ll be back…if that’s what everyone wants.”

“Of course.”

I smile again. Then I blow him a kiss. “Bye Wade.”

“Wait.” He leans forward into the open window. “Tessa, I…ahh
hell. I want to thank you. I don’t know why I was such an idiot. If it wasn’t
for you—”

I silence him with a kiss. “Don’t thank me.”

He breathes in deeply, right next to my ear and exhales long
and a little bit sad. “I love you, you know,” he whispers against my cheek.

“I love you too.” Pulling back a bit, I meet his gaze. Then
I nod my head in the direction of the Big House. “Now go love some more.”

His nod is slow and steady. He’s going to be okay. My
cowboys are going to be okay. It gives me an enormous sense of relief and
pride…and love.

I start the jeep and put it into drive. Wade nods and steps
back. As I drive away I watch him in the rearview mirror, getting smaller and
smaller against the backdrop of the shadows of the Rockies.

Will I be back? I don’t know. I love these guys but I’m not
sure we’re ever going to be able to recreate what happened here this weekend. I
suspect Wade shares my hunch. I’m a little bit sad about that.

Am I glad I came out here to the Lazy L? Damn straight.

Am I going to follow my own advice, and go out and love some
more? Of course.

My name is Tessa Savage and I’m not the grey wolf…nor am I a
cowboy.

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