Reined In: Lone Star Lovers, Book 7 (4 page)

“Baby, you’re beautiful,” he said, his voice thick.

Her gaze softened.

Joe felt a moment’s doubt. She was young. Did she really know what she wanted? “You can change your mind,” he said, ignoring Cam’s rolling eyes. So yeah, he was echoing Cam’s words, but he had to know she wanted this. All of it and them. “You can change your mind, but you have to do it now. These pants come off, I’m not stoppin’.”

Stormy swallowed hard, her face filling with yearning as her gaze went from him to Cam and then down at her nude body. She gave them both her answer. Not in words. Instead, she scooted up the bed, laid her head on the pillow and placed her arms at her sides, surrendering.

Chapter Five

Stormy was nervous. Her body began to shiver. But she lay still, letting Joe look his fill. Cam still knelt beside her, with his fists curling, like he wanted to touch her but wouldn’t. Not until Joe said so.

She’d always known Joe would take the lead. He’d been the first to touch her, turning her over his knee when she’d been a brat. She’d fought him, sure, cussing and scratching, but once his palm had landed the first strike, she’d arched like a cat, her body on fire.

Cam had given her tenderness, and she’d dreamed of that first kiss, but she needed more. Needed someone stronger, more stubborn than she was. Meaner, even.

Not that she feared Joe. He was firm. Stood up to her sass. Didn’t give her an inch of room to defy him.

No one had ever done that. And she knew, deep inside, she needed a man who’d take her in hand to bring out the woman in her. Cam would be the strong chest she nuzzled against, but Joe...ah, Joe
knew
her. The real her, which was why when she did horrible things to him, like grinding her heel on his hand, he didn’t just walk away. He’d seen her challenge for what is was. A plea.

For his mercies. For his strong, hard hands. She shivered on the bed, letting him stretch out the moment until her nervousness caused her belly to quiver and her arousal grew so strong it wet the covers beneath her.

Her gaze ate him up as he sauntered toward the bed. He sat on the edge and glanced sideways at her. Then he patted his thigh.

“Think I’m a puppy ready to hop up on your knee?” She blurted that before she had a chance to consider what she ought to say, and her eyes widened immediately.

Joe’s gaze narrowed to ornery slits. His pouty lips, lips she’d fantasized about for years, firmed into a thin straight line. He held out his hand. “You know you want this. Why play games?”

Because she loved the game, she wanted to shout, but she came up on her elbows. “I want you to spank me,” she said, suddenly breathless. “What does that make me?”

“Sexy as hell, Peaches.”

“I hate that name.”

“I know, but it’s what I’m gonna be thinking about when you’re draped over my thighs and your juicy pussy gets me all wet.”

“You’re crude.”

“And you’re already wet.” He patted his thigh again. “Come here, Stormy.”

It was the harder edge of his voice that took away the rest of her breath. And that had her slowly sitting and then crawling toward him. When she was beside him, she gave him a look, letting him see her doubt, her tension, mirrored in her eyes and the tremble of her mouth. God, she wanted this, but could she really handle it? Handle him?

Joe palmed her breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. “It’ll be just my hand. This time. Nothing more than you can take. Swear.”

The soft drawling whisper seduced her. She moved over his lap, dropping her feet to the floor, one hand grasping the covers as she bent.

Faced downward, she hated she couldn’t see his expression, or know whether he communicated with Cam. What must Cam think about her? Then she wondered what it would be like to be spanked by him and had to squeeze her thighs because the thought was too wicked. Big, gentle Cam would die before he hurt her.

Joe placed a hand in the center of her back and pressed down to hold her still. He smoothed his other hand over her ass. “You’ve got a soft ass, Peaches. So pretty when you walk. I’ve imagined you like this a thousand times. Did you think about me, about what I did and how wet you got that first time?”

“I was a kid.”

“Which saved you from having me pull down your pants and give you the spanking you really deserved. I’m a pervert, but I wouldn’t go that far.”

“I wanted it,” she said and then bit her lip. “And I kept after you, hoping you’d do it again.”

He glided his hand on her bottom again, more firmly now. “I know. Which was why I stayed far away from you. You were a little Lolita, tempting me every time you swished your ass.”

“I don’t swish.”

“Liar.” He lifted his hand.

She held her breath, but when his palm landed, it was barely a tap. “My memory must have blown the first experience way out of proportion,” she grumbled.

Joe’s chuckle was low and dirty.

The next swat was sharper and left her ass tingling. She’d have savored the sting, but he followed it quickly with more swats, each harder than the last until she rocked forward with each slap. “Jesus,” she gasped.

Her bottom was on fire, but so was her pussy. Just as he’d predicted, her arousal spiked, a wash of liquid spilling from her channel, so that the next slap landed in moisture, directly over her folds.

Her back arched. Her whole body tightened with delight. She was warm, her breaths coming in choppy pants. “Oh fuck,” she groaned.

“You haven’t earned that yet.”

Joe gripped her shoulders and helped her ease off his lap. She crumpled to the carpeted floor, her knees under her as she kept her head down, her face and bottom so hot she started to sweat.

He stood beside her and eased his pants down his legs. Eager for a glimpse of what he bared, she peeked at him, her mouth drying as she stared at the slight curve of his thick cock.

As he stepped out of his pants, Joe gripped his shaft and gave himself a couple of strokes. Then he sat on the bed again. He pushed his cock downward and the tip glistened with a moist pearl of his arousal. “You know what I want.”

Because she was just as eager, she scooted on her knees until she was right in front of him and then stretched upward to take the tip into her mouth. Her eyes closed as his steamy cock filled her mouth. She sucked it, her tongue sweeping his shaft.

Joe’s breath hissed between his teeth, and she almost smiled, knowing he loved everything she was doing. But then he dragged his fingers through her hair and molded his hands around her head, forcing her forward and back, deeper with each forward motion until he tapped the back of her throat.

Before she could unlock her jaws and take him deeper, he pushed her back, and her eyes slid slowly open. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she met his gaze.

A swallow worked his throat. His cheeks were dark. His eyebrows lowered. He’d never looked more dangerous—or sexier, with his belly tight with tension, his cock gleaming from the moisture of her mouth.

“Cam,” Joe said, not looking back at his best friend, whose face was equally hard. “Fuck her until you both come.” He stood and walked to an upholstered chair that he dragged beside the bed and then sat, his hands wrapped around the padded arms.

Cam was stretched out on the bed, leaning on an elbow. Sometime while she’d been pleasuring Joe, he’d donned a condom.
 

Her breaths shortened. Surely he’d take her now.

“Come here, baby,” he said, holding out a hand.

She reached for it, aware Joe watched her every move. Excited for the chance to tease him and to get her fill of Cam’s enormous cock.

Cam pulled her onto the bed, moving his hands around her waist as he drew her close and then turned her to lie on her back. “He wants to watch,” he said, his gaze raking her body as he hovered over her.

“So he’ll watch,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “Show me what I’ve been missin’.”

He shook his head, a crooked grin stretching his mouth. “You like playin’ with fire.”

“Gonna make me burn?”

Cam chuckled. “I’ve had my fantasies too, you know.”

Stormy picked up a lock of hair sticking to her skin and used the end to tease one of her hardened nipples. “Haven’t we all?”

He surprised her, leaning down to kiss her, then bypassed her mouth to scoot down her body. He dove straight for the breast she’d teased and gobbled it up, pulling as much of the round globe into his mouth as he could and sucking hard—so hard her toes curled and her legs drew up instinctively.

Cam angled his body over hers, settling between her spreading thighs and letting her feel his weight. He burrowed his mouth into her breast, flicking his tongue at the tip and then nibbling at it until she gripped his broad torso with her thighs.

Switching to the opposite side, he continued to play with the abandoned nipple, tweaking and tugging while he drew on the other breast.

Her breaths shattered, coming in gusts. Her body writhed. He scooted downward again, hard hands gripping her waist as he sucked at her abdomen, leaving love marks on her belly as he moved lower still.

When he hovered over her mound, she didn’t think she’d last a minute, because the look in his eyes was desperate, his face so tense, the set of his jaw determined. When he stroked her folds with his tongue, she jerked upward, the first touch so electric she couldn’t hold back a cry. The next and the next had her head thrashing on the pillow.

Joe sitting in the chair was forgotten. Cam filled her vision, stole her breaths and her mind, sliding his tongue into her and then retreating to lap the length of her pussy before he narrowed his focus on her clit.

He stroked it with his tongue, flicked it, swirled on it, alternating the actions until she was raking his scalp with her fingernails, desperate to come. “Cam, oh please, please.”

He latched his lips around her swollen bud and suckled, and at last, she was lost, moans coming one after the other as darkness crowded in on her.

And then suddenly, he stopped. He crawled upward, his intent clear. She spread her thighs, making room for him, eager to be filled at last.

He knelt between her legs and thrust his arms beneath her knees, lifting her bottom and nudging her entrance just once before sliding inward. Thickness crowded inside her, stretching her. He pumped to ease his way inward.

She was wet, so ready, but her channel still burned as he thrust. Her gaze went to where their bodies joined, watching as he drove inside her, loving how the thick, reddened shaft disappeared again and again.

A sound like a choke came from beside the bed, and she glanced at Joe whose gaze was riveted on her. Stormy cupped her breasts and rasped her nipples with her thumbs. She let him see her lips draw away from her teeth as Cam’s sure, strong strokes drove her ever higher. She was going to come again, but this time she’d share the moment with Joe, inviting his gaze to follow her hands as she pleasured herself.

Slowly, she dragged fingers down her belly and thrust them in the curling hairs at Cam’s groin. She tugged, loving the sound of Cam’s hissing breath, smiling sexily at Joe to let him know she was thinking about doing the same thing to him.

Cam bounced her in his arms, and her gaze shot back to his face. His eyebrows were lowered. Was he jealous she’d been staring at Joe? God, she hoped so. That hint of fire ratcheted up her own excitement and she reached for her clit, toggling it with her fingers as Cam’s thrusts grew stronger, deeper.

He was impossibly deep. Her entire body tightened. Her eyes widened as pleasure swept her away and she lay shuddering, panting, crying at the last as Cam threw back his head and shouted.

Before Cam released her, Joe was out of his chair and climbing onto the bed.

Cam dropped her knees and fell to the mattress beside her, dragging in deep breaths as he rolled off his condom.

Joe flipped her to her belly, reached past her for a pillow and shoved it under her hips. Then he was inside her, pumping wildly, bucking against her so strongly that he pushed her up the bed with each hard thrust.

She hadn’t thought there was anything left to give, any pleasure left to be found, but the first swat on her ass as he hammered her electrified her, brought her to the precipice again.

Her hands bunched up the bedding and she got her knees beneath her, meeting each thrust with her own backward bump. They met in a wet, messy flurry, fucking each other so hard the bed slammed against the wall.

Another slap and she gave a keening wail, her body going rigid as she exploded.

Joe was right there with her. Pumping into her, hot flashes of liquid filling her. Semen drenching her channel. Fucking hell.

Chapter Six

“You’re fine. We’re fine,” Joe said, his hands soothing Stormy’s back. He wasn’t sure what the hell had happened, but her sudden turnaround from hot as hell to sobbing worried him.

Stormy aimed a scowl over her shoulder that failed to make him quail because she was cute as hell when she was angry.

Joe smothered a smile. “Peaches, tell me why you’re cryin’.”

“I’m twenty-four years old,” she said turning, slapping at his hands. “I don’t fuck without protection, and you’re—
you
, Joe Halloran.”