Tequila Truth (4 page)

Chapter Six

Kylie awoke to the sound of whispers in the dark room, but she was too exhausted to figure out who was speaking or what they were saying. Hell, she was too tired to care where she was. A slight tug on her wrist brought the truth crashing down around her. Weekend. Fantasies. Heath and Colt.

Her eyes flew open as she felt another strange pull, this one near her ankle.

Looking around, she saw Heath at the head of the bed securing her right hand there with a silk scarf. At her feet, she watched Colt tighten the final knot that secured her, spread eagle.

“No,” she whispered, starting to fight against the sensation of being helpless. Heath leaned down and kissed her gently.

“Hush, Red. We aren’t going to hurt you and you have your safe word, remember?”

She nodded numbly trying to overcome the irrational fear permeating her body. Colt must have sensed her distress because he started loosening the scarf at her ankle.

“No,” she cried. “Wait, please.” She tried to take a deep breath, but couldn’t seem to get enough air into her lungs.

“Dammit, Kylie. We don’t have to do this. I’m untying you.”

“No, Colt. Please. Just give me a minute.”

Heath lay down beside her, surrounding her with his comforting warmth. “You don’t have anything to prove.”

“You don’t understand,” she said, struggling to still her racing heart. “I wanted this. Used to dream about it and Scott took that away from me. I was such an idiot to trust him.”

Colt joined them on the bed, claiming the other side of her. It was strange, she thought, that a few silk scarves left her feeling helpless, while being surrounded by these two, huge strapping men made her feel inordinately safe.

“You’re damn right you were.” Colt’s words were harsh and she saw Heath give him a dirty look.

“You weren’t there, Heath. You didn’t see what that man was doing to her. She put herself at serious risk and if I live to be a hundred, I’ll never be able to erase the image of her, hurt and helpless and crying. Shit, it’s the last thing I see every night before I go to sleep and it eats me up inside.”

Kylie’s throat seized at his confession. The words seemed to flow straight from his heart and she had never heard her old-fashioned, stoic friend ever sound so vulnerable. She’d been so wrapped up in her own self-remonstration and guilt; she never stopped to think how much her ordeal had affected him.

“I’m sorry, Colt.”

He gave her a crooked grin, apparently embarrassed to have revealed so much. “That’s okay, darlin’. At least I got to kick the guy’s ass. Heath missed out on the brawling part. Not that I needed his help. Did you see that guy by the time I finished with him? He was blubbering like a baby.”

Heath rolled his eyes and she couldn’t resist adding to Colt’s ribbing joke.

“You were very macho and strong.” Her words evoked an annoyed groan from Heath.

“Good God. You don’t need to stroke that ego.”

“Unfortunately, I don’t seem to be able to stroke anything at the moment.” She wiggled her fingers and laughed as both men seemed to grow an extra appendage at the same time. Glancing down at their naked bodies, she added, “Ooh, look who’s come out to play.”

Heath thrust his rejuvenating erection into her hip as Colt leaned forward and captured one of her nipples in his mouth. She sucked in a breath as his teeth toyed with the tip, amazed by the sudden sensitivity of her breasts.

“That looks tasty,” Heath murmured.

“Lucky thing I have two.”

She expected Heath to laugh before realizing the joke was on her. His bright blue eyes narrowed in on her breasts and he leaned down to stake a claim on her offer. While Colt continued to tease her with his teeth and tongue, Heath’s response was to use only his lips to suck on her, hard and deep. The contrasting actions were almost more than she could stand and she marveled at her coming orgasm. Christ, she’d never come from someone fondling her breasts and yet she couldn’t deny the pressure building below.

“Oh God,” she screamed as her body splintered with the sheer pleasure of it. “Holy hell.” She trembled and struggled against her bonds, not from fear, but frustration. She needed someone hard inside her—now.

The sound of soft laughter and Colt’s “slow down” alerted her to the fact she’d made her demand out loud. Sadly, their response didn’t soothe her ragged nerves.

“Now,” she repeated, through gritted teeth. “One of you needs to get inside me now.”

Heath’s smile hovered, but a flash of annoyance seemed to cross Colt’s face and his dark eyes narrowed.

“Darlin’, you’ve got to learn that you don’t go around making demands here.”

“Who says?” Her voice was confrontational, but she didn’t care. She was barely clinging to her sanity.

“I say and Heath says. In case you failed to notice, you are tied up, Kylie.” His frown was replaced with a wicked smile. “At our mercy. Ours to torment and take whenever we feel like it.”

She pressed her hip against Colt’s hard-on and gave him a sultry grin when he hissed. “Feels like you’d like to now.”

Heath laughed at their sexy banter and she turned her heated gaze toward him. Of the two men, she suspected Heath would be the most susceptible to her demands.

She lowered her voice, adding a huskiness she hoped he wouldn’t be able to refuse. “Heath, I need you. Put your big cock inside me, baby, and fuck me. Please.”

Heath’s laughter died and his eyes seemed to darken.

“Geez, she’s good,” he muttered.

“And naughty as hell.” Colt leaned up and turned her face back to his with a strong hand on her jaw. “You’re playing with fire, darlin’, and believe me, the only one who’s going to get burned is you. Now behave yourself and you’ll get everything you’re asking for.”

She started to protest, but Heath must have decided to save her from herself as he bent down and claimed her lips in a kiss that screamed passion and possession. His tongue forced her mouth open and swooped in to tangle with hers. The power of the kiss was overwhelming by itself, but intensified when she felt Colt’s fingers drifting softly along her stomach.

Her hips rose in an attempt to capture Colt’s touch, but every time he seemed on the verge of giving her what she most desired, his fingers detoured, stroking the tops of her thighs, her knees, her hips. She wanted to scream at him, rant and rave and insist that he touch her where it would do the most good, but Heath wasn’t giving her a chance to complain. His tongue and teeth were tormenting her lips and she was struggling to breathe from the onslaught of his kisses.

Finally, she felt one of Colt’s callused fingers against her clit. Just a quick tap and it was gone, but the touch was enough and she fought against the bonds at her feet, desperate to rub her legs together for some sort of relief. She heard a strangled cry and realized it was coming from her. Heath responded to the sound by releasing her lips.

“I think our girl wants something a bit stronger, Colt.”

Colt didn’t respond with words, but with another tap, this one harder, on her clit. She bucked up into his touch, but his hands continued to elude her.

Heath’s lips trailed along her cheek until he reached her ear. Pulling the plump lobe into his mouth, he nipped lightly at it, his warm breath teasing her as much as Colt’s hit-and-run fingers.

“Please,” she whimpered.

“Oh yeah, Red,” Heath whispered in her ear, his voice darkly seductive. “I like the sound of that. Beg us. Beg us to fuck you.”

Kylie’s independent streak wanted to fight against his dominant demand, but that seemed to be the only part of her body not willing to acquiesce. The rest of her was pleading…big time.

In the meantime, Colt’s touches were becoming more frequent, harder, longer and the power of speech deserted her entirely.

Heath continued to whisper in her ear. His words wrapped themselves around her and turned her on as much as Colt’s fingers. Colt’s strokes grew bolder as he alternated between the teasing taps on her clit and his circling rubs around her wet opening. He gathered up her juices rubbing them into her labia. She wanted to ask him to put his fingers inside her, but realized the men were determined to move at their own pace and they’d only prolong the torture if she fought against their control.

“We bought a toy for you, Kylie.” Heath’s hushed words traveled on a mere breath. She sensed Colt reaching for something, but didn’t complain as he continued to caress her.

“It will get you ready to take both of us into your body.” Heath continued to explain as Colt reached down and released the scarves securing her ankles to the bed.

“As you’ve seen for yourself, Colt and I aren’t exactly small men and your pussy alone is as tight as it is sweet.”

She was gasping for air, the potent power of Heath’s words combining with Colt’s nonstop actions, paralyzing her to everything but the coming of her own climax. Colt briefly rubbed the spot around her ankles where the scarves held her before lifting her legs over his shoulders. She could feel his hot breath near her pussy and tried to use her legs to draw him down to her. He chuckled darkly at her attempts. She couldn’t budge the man. Instead of giving her his mouth, his fingers returned and she flinched as he unexpectedly drove two of them deep into her vagina.

“Yes,” she hissed.

Heath’s hands drifted down to toy with her breasts, but his touches there were light and gentle, a direct contrast to the hard way Colt was fucking her with his hand. Heath continued to whisper in her ear.

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass?”

She shook her head, thrilled by the intimate question. At Heath’s words, Colt’s fingers left her, drifting slowly back to that forbidden portal. His fingers were dripping with her arousal as he pushed one digit into her completely.

He groaned and she could sense the impact that sound had on Heath.

“Do you like that, Red?” he asked.

She nodded her head jerkily as Colt pulled out to the fingernail, then shoved back in again. Her ass was on fire and her mind was struggling to absorb the impact of the feeling. That was only one finger. What would it feel like to have Colt’s cock inside her there? Heath wasn’t lying. Both men were well-endowed, thick and heavy.

“I can see you’re worried, Kylie.” Heath’s fingers never stopped their gentle ministrations to her breasts and she marveled that she could feel them there despite the overwhelming stimulation of Colt stretching her ass.

“We won’t hurt you and believe me, before this weekend is over, you’ll be begging both of us to take you there. Now breathe.”

Colt’s finger left her ass entirely as she released the breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. His hand ventured back to her gushing pussy and gathered up more moisture. When he returned to her ass, this time it was two fingers tunneling into her.

“God,” she gasped, but he continued as if she hadn’t uttered a sound.

“Feels tight, doesn’t it?” Kylie wasn’t sure how Heath was so in tune with Colt’s actions, as his head never lifted from the pillow, his lips never left her ear. “It’ll get tighter, just wait. We bought a butt plug for you.”

Colt’s two fingers were fully enclosed and she fought back a scream as he opened them up inside, scissoring them around her virgin flesh.

“The plug’s not as large as we are, but it will get you ready. We’re going to put it in you tonight and then Colt’s going to get his turn inside that gorgeous pussy of yours.”

She moaned at the picture Heath was painting with his heated words. “Yes, please.”

“Then you’re going to sleep with the plug inside you, filling you, stretching you.”

Her hips buckled up off the bed and she struggled to grasp the orgasm that was hovering right outside her reach. Colt’s muttered curse fell over her and she gave him back one of her own when he withdrew his hands from her completely. He didn’t want her coming yet.

Heath bit her earlobe in warning. “Now, now, Kylie. No bad language. If there’s only one thing I regret about this weekend, it’s the fact that I can’t spank that gorgeous ass of yours. We may have to negotiate for another night after you’ve healed so we can work that fantasy in.”

She shuddered at the suggestion, desperate for the reality of it.

“She’s close, Heath.”

Kylie flinched at Colt’s deep voice. He’d been silent through the entire episode.

“Are you ready, Red?” Heath never moved, his lips and hands still soft and soothing against her overheated skin.

“God yes,” she said. “Please.”

Something cold touched her ass and she squirmed with surprise.

“Colt’s putting some lube in your ass. It’ll make it easier for him to push the plug inside.”

No sooner had Heath spoken than Colt matched his words with the action. Something hard pressed against her nether hole and she started to protest its size.

“It’s bigger than his fingers, Kylie, but not as big as us. Don’t fight it. Let Colt slide it in, baby.”

She fought to release the tension gripping her. She wanted this. She wanted it so badly she could taste it and with that thought, she felt her muscles give way. The toy slid in to the hilt, leaving her full to bursting.

Before she could think about the reality of it, she heard Colt opening up a condom and her hips lifted of their own volition. A whole rainbow of colors began to swirl behind her eyes as she felt her climax coming to claim her. The toy in her ass, Heath’s soft kisses and whispered words, and the mere thought of Colt’s hard cock were enough to push her over the edge.

Colt’s words brought her back from the precipice once again.

“Don’t you dare come until I get inside you, darlin’, or bruised ass be damned, I’ll spank you.”

“Then hurry your ass up!” The words flew from her lips and she felt Heath’s laughter against her neck.

She expected Colt to be angry and was surprised by the humor lacing his voice as he replied, “Yes ma’am,” and plunged into her in one thrust.

Chapter Seven

Kylie’s orgasm gripped his cock on the first shove and the tight clamping of her pussy muscles almost drove him over the cliff. Colt gritted his teeth against the impulse to give in to it until his jaw ached with the effort. Heath would never let him live it down if he came so quickly and for the first time, he considered why sharing a woman with his best friend might not be so great. If he’d been alone with Kylie in the bed, he would have given in to the orgasm, apologized, then fucked her again when he got himself together.

Right now, it was all he could do to hang on. Kylie’s pussy was so hot and wet and with the plug lodged in her ass, she was tighter than a virgin. Colt wasn’t sure he’d ever really grasped the words
heaven on earth
until that moment. Christ, she was a wet dream come to life. Between her moans and Heath’s erotic words, it had been all he could do to get the condom on. He’d never been harder or hornier in his life and watching as Heath kissed her through her orgasm was not helping his resolve to hold on.

Closing his eyes, he forced several deep cleansing breaths into his lungs as he tried to think of anything except the tightening of his balls. Puppies, his mother, the Queen of England, anything to distract him—then she moved against him and everything else fell away. He retreated almost halfway before his body rebelled against his mind and pushed him back in. Over and over, his internal war was waged in a series of shallow thrusts until she cast the fatal blow. Her body trembled with yet another orgasm and this time, he was helpless to defend himself.

“Fuck,” he cried, his climax almost painful in its intensity. Come spurted from the end of his cock in such abundance he wondered if the condom could hold it all.

“Beautiful,” he heard Heath mutter as he fell to the empty side of the bed, sucking in air in great bellows that reminded him of a thoroughbred horse after a race.

He felt Kylie’s small hand lying lifeless on his chest and wondered when Heath had untied her. Reaching up, he drew it into his own big paw and dragged it up to his lips where he kissed it.

Heath repeated his earlier sentiment and he looked over to see his friend grinning at their exhausted forms.

“I’ve never seen a woman in the throes of an orgasm. I’m usually too busy trying to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head to appreciate the beauty of it. I could watch Kylie come a thousand times and never get sick of it.”

“I think I did come a thousand times.” Kylie’s eyes were tightly closed and her voice was hoarse. Her teasing words, so like her, lightened his heart. Heath’s original concern about giving her all of themselves melted away like butter in the sun. She was with them in this adventure—hook, line and sinker. More than that, she was every bit their equal. Her obvious enjoyment of their bed play, undeniable trust and lusty nature proved once again that Kylie Halston fit them to a tee, and while that thought thrilled him to his toes, it left him slightly uneasy as well. When this weekend was over, how on earth would they ever return to their platonic friendship?

As he glanced at Heath, he saw the same concern written on his face. They listened as Kylie’s breathing grew slower and deeper as sleep claimed her. When they were sure she was asleep, Colt started to voice his fear.

“No.” Heath cut off his question with a quiet whisper. “It’s too soon for regrets. There will be plenty of time to figure this out at the end of the weekend. Let’s not worry about it until then.” Then Heath gave him a cat-who-ate-the-canary grin. “I have no intention of spoiling one second of this.”

Colt glanced down at Kylie’s sleeping form. “Me either,” he acknowledged. Then before he could stop the words, he added, “She’s incredible, absolutely amazing.”

“More than amazing,” Heath agreed. “Better get some rest, buddy. Something tells me we’re going to need our strength.”

Heath woke up alone in Colt’s bed. He frowned when he heard his friend’s off-key singing coming from the shower in the bathroom next door. Damn them.

He hopped out of the bed and stomped across the room, annoyed that Kylie and Colt had failed to wake him and were leaving him out of their water play. He was about to slam the bathroom door open when the sound of dishes rattling in the kitchen drew him up short. Colt was clearly showering alone.

Shaking himself for his anger, Heath headed down the hallway, grabbing a pair of sweats from his room and pulling them on before heading toward the smell of breakfast.

Kylie, dressed in his T-shirt and nothing else, was standing by the stove, frying up last night’s dinner. Heath rubbed his empty stomach as it dawned on him they’d forgotten to eat it.

“Now there’s a tasty-looking breakfast.”

Kylie threw a grin over her shoulder that changed immediately to a frown when she noticed him looking at her and not the food.

Pointing down at his apparent erection, she said, “Put that on the back burner, Frank Jr. I’m starving to death and nobody’s getting any more sex until I eat.”

Heath laughed as she called him by the nickname she’d given him in college. An architect, he idolized Frank Lloyd Wright the way most teens idolize rock stars. Upon graduation, she dubbed him Frank Jr. and started calling Colt Baretta. The nicknames didn’t really stick and only reemerged whenever Kylie was annoyed with them.

“Seems to me, Colt and I worked pretty hard at keeping you filled up last night.” He walked toward her as he teased.

“Back off, buddy. I have a spatula and I’m not afraid to use it.”

He laughed and gave her a playful swat on the ass. At her sharp intake of breath, he looked down.

“The plug,” he said, the hunger in his stomach forgotten. “You still have it in?”

Kylie flushed slightly and he marveled at the sight. The woman never blushed.

“You didn’t say I could take it out,” she answered quietly.

“Show me.” His words were a demand as he was desperate to see the sight he’d missed last night.

“W-what?”

Stepping back, he pulled out a kitchen chair, sat down, and gestured for her to come closer. “Bend over and show it to me. You forget—Colt had the seat with a view last night. Not me.”

“But—”

“I’m not asking, Kylie.”

She licked her lips and he watched her brown eyes go black with arousal. Oh yeah, she was certainly more than a little bit submissive. He wondered how in the hell he’d missed that part of her personality for so long. Then he considered her actions with him and Colt. She was a tough-talking tomboy. She’d never shown her feminine side to either of them. No wonder she was running around like a loose wire, all that electricity and passion locked up inside her body, looking for a place to escape.

As soon as she was within arm’s reach, he grabbed her hips and turned her away from him.

“You better not have panties on under that shirt, Red.”

Even from behind her, he could see her tremble at his words. Slowly, she leaned forward and her borrowed T-shirt crept up her hips, revealing her to him fully.

“Grab your ankles and don’t move,” he demanded. He intended to soak up every bit of her bare offering. He drank in the sight of the plug lodged firmly between her butt cheeks. It was shiny from the juices slipping out of her pussy and he wondered if she stayed wet or if her arousal had started flowing when he joined her in the kitchen.

Drawing his eyes away from her stretched anus, he saw for the first time the bruises that were fading along the back of her thighs and ass. Reaching out slowly, he dragged his fingertips across the injured flesh.

“I should have been here,” he whispered and once again, he felt the unbelievable guilt that swamped him whenever he thought about the abuse she’d suffered at Scott’s hands. While he was grateful Colt had been here to help her, he couldn’t dismiss the thought that he should have protected her somehow.

She shuddered at his touch and started to rise. He wanted to chastise her for moving without his command, but his words were lodged in his throat.

“It was my fault.” She turned to face him and her hands reached down to caress his face. He grabbed her hands and started kissing each fingertip. “I was stupid and reckless. I made a bad judgment call and I meant what I said last night. You and Colt aren’t to blame.”

“Why didn’t you come to us, Kylie?”

Kylie laughed and then gasped as he sucked one of her fingers into his mouth suggestively. “I had no idea you guys would be so accommodating. We’re friends, Heath. Friends don’t ask friends to tie them up and spank them into an orgasm.”

“Says who?” Colt’s deep voice came from the doorway. Heath released her hands and stood up quickly, expecting to see the same anger he’d felt upon waking and thinking he’d been left out. Instead, he saw desire etched in the lines of his friend’s face and it hit him. When he thought Colt and Kylie were showering together, his anger hadn’t been based on jealousy, but instead on disappointment at being left out. Fact was, he would have no problem with Kylie and Colt alone together if he wasn’t around, and from the look in Colt’s eyes, Heath saw his friend felt the same way. He tried to process the importance of that revelation. He and Colt were truly sharing Kylie. Jealousy and petty one-upmanship would never enter into this relationship.

Kylie shook her head at Colt’s comment and returned to the stove. “I’m going to tell you what I just finished telling Frank Jr. Nobody’s touching me until I eat.”

“Frank Jr., eh? Well, looks like somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” Colt’s joke affirmed he knew their little wildcat was irritable. “Somebody must be hungry.”

“Ungrateful girl doesn’t appreciate our efforts at filling her up last night. Or this morning.”

Colt’s gaze narrowed and zoomed to her ass as he said the last.

“Tell me you’re still wearing that plug, darlin’.”

“I’m wearing it, but one of you is going to have to take it out soon. Nature is calling.”

Heath laughed. Only Kylie would be so bold and honest.

“Later,” Colt growled along with his own empty stomach. “Right now, I want some of that breakfast. Steak and eggs. My favorite.”