Ramagos, Tonya - Running from Angel [Sunset Cowboys 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (10 page)

“You shouldn’t have come here.” Solid ice hit her in the form of words, sending those now-familiar frigid fingers of trepidation dancing down her spine. He turned his back on her, walking away yet again but leaving the door open.

At least he didn’t slam it in my face
. She stepped inside, pausing a moment to let her vision adjust to the darker atmosphere of his apartment. “Yeah, you keep saying that.”

“Seems to me once a woman hears something enough she should learn to listen.” He veered right, bypassing the muted big-screen television that occupied the wall just inside the door and heading for a computer desk in the adjoining room most people would have used for a dining area.

Angel closed the door behind her, blinked, and then narrowed her eyes to bring his computer screen into focus. She caught sight of a photo of a redhead beneath the words PerfectMatch.com a nanosecond before he clicked the web browser closed. She lifted a brow and gnawed her bottom lip. Did he really think he could replace his need for her with some stranger on the Internet?

There’s not a chance in hell of that happening, darlin’
.

“Seems to me,” she countered, following him to the other room, “that when a man finds what he wants he should have the brains enough to stop looking.”

His head whipped around, pinning her with a glare so dangerously sexy it actually made her pussy wet.

“That’s quite a temper you’ve got.” She pursed her lips and stared back at him, steady and hard. She would not back down.

“I figured that would’ve been clue enough about me to make you stay away.” The kitchen connected to the dining area by a narrow archway, and he walked through it, returning seconds later with a pitcher of water.

Angel noticed then that the man actually had plants in the corner of the dining room flanking the window. She couldn’t help but smile. “It’s not directed at me. I’ve been on the receiving end of a temper many times. I know the difference.” She shuddered, pushing away the memories of Mack’s anger, of the times he’d degraded and humiliated her, of the times she had feared he would go so much further. “The thing is I can’t figure out why you’re so pissed at yourself.”

“You don’t need to figure it out. It’s not your problem.” He didn’t look at her as he watered the plants and returned the pitcher to the kitchen.

“Don’t I? Isn’t it?” Angel let out a humorless laugh. Men could be so freaking clueless sometimes, but one thing seemed to make every man tick: sex. He had already given her more ammunition than necessary to take him on that subject. “The sex in the barn was great. A bit one-sided and definitely too short, but…”

“I snapped. I shouldn’t have made you do that.”

“No,” she said slowly. “You should’ve made me do more. You should’ve done what you really wanted to do, Mitch, take me the way you’re burning to, the way we’re both wanting you to.”

Angel heard the front door open and shot a glance over her shoulder, not surprised to see Jacob enter the apartment. She met his gaze briefly but didn’t say anything. He wasn’t the one she needed to corner anymore. Mitch was.

“You’re just in time,” Mitch told Jacob before his gaze landed on her once more. “You know you’re pushing this, pushing me.”

“Apparently I have to.” It worked in the barn, almost. She had gotten what she wanted. He had taken what he needed, almost. She was sick of almost. She wanted it all.

“What I should do, what I want to do, is show you what happens to a woman I own that talks to me the way you’ve been doing since you got to town.”

Twin bolts of excitement and apprehension shot through her system, ricocheting off every erogenous zone in her body. A third bolt managed to separate from it all to settle in her chest, swirling around her heart. “Am I your woman?” She could barely ask the question for the hope that clogged her throat.

“You’re damned right you are. You have been for over a fucking year, from the moment I spotted you with that no-good son of a bitch you were with.”

“Then prove it.”

She’d done it. His expression didn’t change as he closed the distance between them in two long strides, his gaze didn’t waver, yet she knew without a doubt the demons holding him captive had finally let him out of his cage completely.

He’d been afraid, she realized, scared to let the dominant side of his personality go with her because of the abuse she’d taken from Mack. It wasn’t the same, of course. The dark desires and control that ruled Mitch sexually were completely different from the humiliation she’d endured in the past. This was passion, pleasure, an ecstasy that would rock their worlds two ways from Sunday and create a bond between them no force could break.

His fingers caught the neckline of her shirt and pulled, buttons flying as he ripped the shirt from her.

“Hope you know how to sew,” Jacob muttered, a hint of amusement lacing his tone.

“You never wore the shirt anyway,” Mitch countered, his hands already moving for her shorts.

“Wait!” Angel snagged his wrists, surprised when he actually listened. “How about you let me take these off? I only have a couple of pairs of shorts with me.”

“You won’t need any of them for a while, but fine, you do it.” He went to work on his own clothes instead, stripping in front of her in record time. Then his hand found her nape, cupping the back of her neck and yanking her closer. He kissed her hard and demandingly, his lips searing hers. His tongue invaded her as if he had every intention of crawling inside her through her mouth. He tasted magnificent, of solid male control and pure eroticism, exhibiting skill she knew she would never outmatch but would spend the rest of her life enjoying to the max.

Somehow she managed to find a sliver of herself not wrapped in the kiss and used it to remove her shorts. She stepped out of them, kicking them aside, moaning into Mitch’s mouth when she felt the heat of Jacob’s body close in behind her.

Mitch’s arm wound around her to caress her ass before sliding back to come to rest on her hip. His hand slid from her nape and broke the kiss, spinning her between his body and Jacob’s, pulling her back so she stood with her back flush to his front. He nuzzled his face against the side of her neck and whispered, “So hot. So hungry.”

She felt him bend slightly, felt him nestle the length of his solid cock in the crack of her ass, and she sucked in a startled breath. She had suspected the time would come when one of them would want to fuck her there. She wanted it, burned for it, knowing it would be the only way she could truly have both the men she loved at once. And she did love them. It amazed her that she could’ve fallen so hard and fast for not one but two men. It fascinated her more that it happened so quickly. Still, there was no mistaking the deep-set feeling for these men in her heart, in her very soul.

“Does that frighten you?” Mitch’s voice was rough and darkened by his own obvious needs.

“Yes,” she answered honestly, her gaze locking with Jacob’s as he lifted a hand to the side of her face.

“Why?” Jacob asked softly.

Her gaze faltered, falling from his eyes to his bare chest. He had taken off his clothes while she and Mitch undressed. “I’ve n–never done it before.”

“You’ve never let anyone fuck this sweet ass, darlin’?” Mitch pushed a hand between her body and Jacob’s, his palm cupping her aching pussy.

“No.” The word turned to a strangled gasp as Mitch pushed a finger between her smoldering lips to apply pressure to her throbbing clit. He flicked the tip of his nail across the sensitized bud, and she bucked from the sensation, the sharp sliver of pain morphing to an almost-immediate slice of pleasure.

“I can smell your fear,” Mitch growled. “I like it. It excites me. You’re right. I have been holding back, or trying to, at least. I can’t seem to hold it all in with you. I can be a bad boy, darlin’. I like being bad.”

“I n–never asked you to be good.”

His hand delved farther down, his callused fingers deliciously abrading her flesh until he pressed two fingers against her sodden entrance. “I’m going to fuck that sexy ass in just a few minutes.”

Angel arched into his touch, wicked hunger feeding off his roughness as she attempted to draw his fingers inside her. Her pussy flamed, the need for penetration so acute it created an emptiness in her center that made her want to weep. Her ass flexed with the promise of a similar intrusion, making her mindless with desire, putting her on the very edge of begging for it.

“We want to take you together, Angel.” Jacob’s hands dropped to frame her sides then tickled their way back up to cup her breasts. She fit perfectly in his hands, in their hands. He fondled her breasts, squeezing and rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger until they pulsed with pleasurable pain.

“You’re going to watch as we do,” Mitch added, his breath hot against her neck as between her legs his fingers sank into her throbbing wetness.

Surprised pleasure had her rocking back, feeling his cock pressing against her forbidden entrance. Their hands tortured her deliciously, Jacob’s tormenting her breasts as Mitch toyed with her pussy until all sanity got lost in the sensational bliss.

“You’re wet,” Mitch whispered huskily. “Hot and ready. Your ass is going to be so tight around my cock. It might hurt for just a moment, but you’ll love it, won’t you?”

“Yes.” The word came as a barely audible whisper as equal parts consternation and dire need surged through her system. “Please.”

“Follow Jacob to my bedroom.”

She couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped as Mitch withdrew his fingers from her channel, as Jacob’s hands dropped from her body and he turned to walk away from her. She followed him on legs that trembled, not seeing anything around her except for the glorious sight of Jacob naked until they entered Mitch’s bedroom.

Her gaze fell on the bed first, an oversized king similar to the one they had shared in Jacob’s room last night. Then her attention flicked up, and she noticed the mirrors lining the ceiling. So that’s how she would watch them take her, fuck her together. Her belly did a slow dancing roll at the realization.

Jacob turned to her and held out his hands. She went to him, moaning as he yanked her against him, his hands releasing hers to grip her hips. “Ready?”

She was beyond ready. Her body ached to feel him, the need so strong she felt she might die from it. Blessedly, he didn’t wait for her to answer. His hands slipped to the backs of her thighs, and he lifted her, impaling her with his thick cock in a fluid motion that made her feel more alive than she’d ever felt in her life.

“Thank you,” she breathed as her head fell back on her shoulders. She wound her arms around his neck and let herself fall into the deep pit of ecstasy he brought her.

He chuckled, a low, guttural sound tight with his own pleasure, and lifted her higher by sheer muscle alone before dropping her back down on his stiff cock. Her head flew up, moans tearing from her throat as he fucked her all the while moving to the bed. Somehow he managed to crawl onto the bed with her, his hold on her tight as he laid her in the center of the bed, her thighs spread wide with his body between them.

Angel looked up, seeing the intense concentration on his face first, then the mirrors above him. She saw herself reflected back, face flushed and eyes heavy lidded, and the back of his head as he stared down at her. The muscles in his shoulders flexed as he held her ass off the bed, pulling his cock back until only the head remained inside her cunt before pistoning inside her sopping channel once more.

“Watch yourself, darlin’.” Mitch’s voice came out of nowhere. Her gaze slid right, finding him in the mirror as he crawled onto the bed beside her and Jacob. His attention fixated on her in the mirror. “See how he’s fucking you.”

Jacob pushed his upper body up, the move driving his cock deeper inside her, exposing more of their bodies to the reflection.

“See how his cock slides in and out of that sweet pussy. Your juices are covering his cock. Did you come for him already?”

Angel shook her head, unsure if she could speak with the riot of sensations racing through her.

“That’s a good girl. I don’t want you coming until I’m inside you, too.”

Her heart skipped a beat in apprehension. She couldn’t look away from Mitch, couldn’t watch Jacob fuck her, when Mitch talked about something she burned to feel and dreaded at the same time.

Jacob leaned down again, brushing his lips to hers and capturing her attention despite herself. “You’ll be okay. A little pain and a lot of pleasure.” As he spoke, he rolled, taking her with him until she was on top, straddling his hips, his cock still buried deep in her cunt. His arms formed a tight vise around her waist, holding her lower body flush against his. She rested the weight of her upper body on her forearms on either side of his head.

“God, you have an amazing ass.” Mitch growled as the bed shifted and she felt him moving in behind her. His hands splayed on her ass cheeks, squeezing and caressing, teasing and ratcheting her uneasiness to a wickedly exciting level. Then he slipped a finger between her cheeks, the callused pad pressing against the tight ring of her anus.