Hooking Up (Menage a Trouble #3)

Chapter Six

“I hope you guys don’t think for a minute you’ve tamed me.” Bella paced back and forth in nothing but her skin and a glow of total satisfaction. Both guys stretched on the bed, their hard cocks already stiff and those bad-boy smiles on their lips.

Of course, this strange ménage couldn’t progress past today. But if she only had a few more hours to enjoy herself, she was damn well taking advantage.

“Never, darlin’. We don’t claim to have tamed you.” Quint’s drawl sent desires skittering over her bare skin. She stopped at the foot of the bed and folded her arms. Aware that her breasts were pushed high and on display, she smiled at her victims.

“That’s good, boys. Because you can’t turn me into one of those sappy romantics who loves getting flowers and trinkets.”

“Would never dream of it, sweetheart.” Carter folded his arm beneath his head, and in the dim light streaming through the crack in the ugly striped curtains, the dark hair on his jaw seemed even blacker. “No flowers or trinkets. Not for our girl. We’d bring you leather and new spurs.”

She eyed them. Maybe they really did know her. “What kind of spurs?”

“Maybe those ones with the antique copper posies on the sides and the crystals?”

Okay, those were flashy, but she might be guilty of coveting a pair. “You’re warming me up.”

Carter crooked a finger at her. “We haven’t even started yet. Come to bed and see what we can do.”

She looked between two dark gazes, amazed that she was still so insatiable with two men to take care of her. Her nipples pinched into hard pebbles and her pussy throbbed. “Maybe I haven’t seen anything to convince me to come to bed with you.” She started pacing again.

The weight of their stares were welcome caresses. When had she ever felt so beautiful, sexy and desirable?

When has any man let me feel I have a choice in how I play in the bedroom?

She threw them a look from the corner of her eye. They weren’t paying any attention to her, though. No, some silent communication was going on between them. Was this a team ropers thing? As by unspoken agreement, they rolled to their feet and circled the bed from either side.

She froze.

“There’s no escape, darlin’. Just let it happen.” Quint closed the gap first and caught her against his hard, heated body. His muscles chiseled to perfection, the set of his square jaw sexy as hell. She squirmed, but Carter clasped her hands and raised them high above her head. Quint released her for a second, and in a blink her hands were bound.

With a gasp, she drew her hands in front of her face. A short length of rope bound them. “Where the hell were you hiding that? Do I want to know?”

“We’ve got a few tricks. Now come back to bed, you sassy wench.” Carter tugged her bound hands. When she dug in her heels to resist, Quint didn’t waste a second plucking her off her feet and tossing her onto the bed.

She bounced but before she could scramble away, they were pinning her. Big male bodies, hard lips and harder cocks. She was combusting under all these hands and tender kisses. As Carter sucked on her nipples, Quint finger-fucked her slow and deep.

When he pulled his fingers free, Carter said, “Gimme a taste.”

She raptly watched as he sucked Quint’s fingers clean. God, did they know what a turn-on it was that they didn’t have any inhibitions with each other? Seeing them pleasure each other was as good as being pleasured by them. Well, almost.

Tugging on her restraints, she said, “Untie me.”

“Don’t worry, you’re still in control. You just can’t touch us. Or yourself.” She didn’t like the teasing glint in Quint’s eyes.

Hovering over her, he trailed his lips back and forth over hers, a breath away. Not close enough.

“Quint,” she warned.

His chest rumbled with a laugh he didn’t release. But his eyes danced as he skated a fingertip over her collarbone and down to the tip of her breast. Except he didn’t circle her nipple or twist it the way she needed.

She mewled, arching upward for more that never came. Instead, Carter eased a finger down her stomach. She sucked in on a sharp breath, waiting for him to touch her where she needed it most.

With a dark look of invitation, he got on his knees, cock in hand. She wet her lips, eager for a taste of his fat cock. She strained toward him, but he turned to Quint. “You want a taste of this?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

They fell upon each other. Sixty-nining. Their mouths working each other until their muscles strained and she knew they were about to blow. She must have made a noise of disappointment, because they broke apart and stared at her.

“You want in on this, sweet thing?” Carter pronounced it as thang.

“I sure as hell don’t feel in control here,” she grumbled.

“Oh you are. You get to tell us what you want. Do you want us to keep doing this?” Quint gripped Carter’s cock at the root. “Or do you want something else?”

She felt her eyes glaze over. They did look fucking hot sucking cock. And she enjoyed the burn of having her orgasm withheld. But she wanted what only they could give.

“I want you both inside me.” Her voice sounded smokier than usual. Damn, she really was affected by them far more than anybody she’d been with yet. Her ex was a distant memory. What they’d done together seemed like boring missionary now.

“You heard the lady. She wants us to fill her up.” Quint rolled away, and Carter went for the condoms. Her clit swelled at the thought of both men deep inside her, moving together again.

She tugged her bonds again.

“Carter, get that condom on because that hot, tight pussy needs you.”

“Yes,” she whimpered.

When he stretched out and rolled her atop him, she realized just how much she really was calling the shots. The only difference was she didn’t need to say it aloud all the time—they knew what she needed, wanted.

She sank over Carter’s veined shaft. As each inch filled her, he kissed her into soft submission. She looped her arms around his neck, bracing herself, and Quint pushed at her backside with his cock.

The spongy head breached her pucker, and a deep quake began in her core. She wanted them so bad. When she was between them, she’d felt totally adored. She was never one to dwell on her past, but Frazer wasn’t going to ever fill her head with nonsense about never doing better. She’d done it times two.

Her breath hitched as both men stretched her. Stealing her mind. She met Carter’s gaze, and something passed between them, a slow and sweet honey she wanted to savor. He cupped her face, brushed her hair out of her eyes and kissed her with a deep passion that sent her into another world.

“Fuck.” Quint pushed into her.

“So tight.”

“More,” she whispered, her mouth suddenly dry again.

As each man found his place and she let them take over her pleasure, she felt herself sinking into a headspace. A spot where pure joy took over. Their arms kept her safe, their bodies supported. And a few dirty words didn’t hurt either.

“Take that cock. That’s it.” Quint sank deep.

Carter palmed her nipples as he jerked his hips. Her pussy contracted around his length. Her mind was spinning like a top, her temperature ten degrees hotter.

Quint licked the perspiration off her throat, and she angled her head to give him total access to that spot she loved kissed. He was so damn good at it too.

He latched onto the tender area and sucked.

“I feel you gripping me so tight, sweetheart. Are you ready to come for me?” Carter grazed the other side of her throat with his teeth.

Crying out, she nodded. “Yes!”

“Good. Come for us. Come on our cocks like a good little cowgirl.”

His words sent a brand new heat to her insides. She rocked between them, reaching toward that end that was a bright star in the sky of her mind. Her whimpers grew louder, throatier.

“Right there.” She could barely rasp the words through the pleasure haze smearing her mind.

“Here?” Carter did something with his hips that sent his cock right into her G-spot.

She contracted once…twice. And came with a cry. As her walls clenched around Carter, his rugged features shifted. He was close, but she wasn’t finished with him yet.

She slowed to extend her orgasm, but the guys were having none of that. Quint buried his cock in her ass at the same moment Carter plunged back in. The double action sent her flying again.

“So fucking beautiful when you come, darlin’. That’s it. Come for us.”

“We’ve got you.” Carter’s eyes were as dark as night as he held her gaze.

Yes, this was what she’d needed. In the bar, she’d hoped to get a thrill from riding that bull or having a night of tipsy fun, but in the end, these guys knew exactly what to give her.

Passion lifted in her, and she locked her body more firmly to Carter’s as she rode out her orgasm. As the last traces flowed away, Quint spattered her shoulders with kisses.

“Ready for more?” he asked.

She nodded, panting already. By the time she left this room, she’d have a hard time walking let alone racing. But hells to the yeah, she looked forward to the memory of these moments.

* * * * *

“Congrats on your win.” Coming from Jeb Anderson, the words sounded smug and backhanded.

Carter eyed him and gave a nod of thanks. Whatever the guy was up to, he didn’t want a part of it. He started to walk away.

“Hey, can I get some advice, Fallon?” Jeb took off his gloves and slapped them against his thigh.

Leerier than ever, Carter walked back. “Sure.” I’d better get some brownie points for this in heaven. Every single second talking to Jeb deserved a fucking medal. The guy was an arrogant dick.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“It’s a sensitive topic. I’ve got a date with…” Jeb jerked his head toward the stalls some distance away where Bella and a toad-faced barrel racer stood, preparing for their races.

“A date with the one in the blue hat?” Carter’s heart was pounding out of his chest but he didn’t let on. If Jeb told him he and Bella had a date, he needed the element of surprise when he bashed Jeb’s teeth out.

Jeb chuckled. “Uh, no. With Miss Roberts.”

Stay calm. He might be lying.

“Yeah? So where’re you gonna take her?” His words came out flat.

“That’s the million-dollar question. I’m not familiar with these parts and I hoped you’d be able to tell me a place to go.”

Shooting a look toward Bella, he noted that she didn’t seem to give a damn that the man she was supposedly going out with later had just come off a great run himself. Sure, he hadn’t won, but there was only one winning team, and that was him and Quint.

If she was really interested in Jeb, wouldn’t she be looking at him?

A voice in the back of his head shouted that she wasn’t glancing his way either. Dammit.

Scrubbing a hand over his jaw, he said, “I’m not the right person to ask. I don’t know this area either. I hear there’s a Chinese buffet up the road. Passed it on the way in, actually.”

He chuckled. “No, I don’t do Chinese food. Makes me gassy. Know of a steakhouse?”

“No, I don’t.” He caught Quint striding his direction, a huge grin on his face that faded the minute he spotted who Carter was speaking to. “Hey, I gotta go. Good luck with…” He waved toward Bella.

His gesture caught her attention. The minute she saw all three of them standing together, her look turned serious.

Then thunderous.

Whirling away, she strode off, ducking into the crowd.

Carter watched until she was out of view, and then he walked away too. Quint caught up to him. “What the fuck’s that about?”

“Which event are you talking about? The fact that Bella looked pissed when she saw us and walked away or that Anderson claims he has a date with her?”

Quint went dead still. The hardening of his shoulder muscles alerted Carter of his temper rising long before his dark brows drew downward. “Like hell,” he grated out.

“That’s what I thought—before Bella saw us talking to him and left. An innocent woman doesn’t run.”

“A stupid one would go out with a jerk like Anderson. She’s not stupid.”

“I know. But maybe she’s trying to prove something.”

“Like what?” Quint’s underlying nervousness was something only Carter would pick up on.

“Maybe she’s trying to show us that last night meant nothing.”

“Like hell,” he said again, louder this time.

Carter echoed the feeling, but he masked his features when he noted the cameras surrounding them. A reporter thrust a mic under his nose and started rifling questions about their win and how they felt about the next city. Whether or not they’d make it all the way to the finals in Vegas this year.

He and Quint took turns answering, always playing off each other. When they finished, a group of fans flocked them, waving papers and T-shirts for them to sign.

By the time they’d finished seeing to the fans and ignoring the Buckle Bunnies who sauntered up and smacked their painted lips, Bella had disappeared completely from view.

“She’s competing soon, right?” he asked Quint.

“Yeah.”

“Do you think we should go find her?”

“Yes.” Quint gave everyone a final wave, scattering them as he wheeled around and headed back toward the place they’d last seen Bella. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

“Me too.” Carter’s hackles on his neck stood up. He quickened his pace. The last person who would be a victim was Bella, but obviously Jeb was gunning for her, and Carter wouldn’t put it past the snake to corner her and try to take what he wanted.

A growl built in Carter’s chest until he could barely draw a full breath. When they passed Wynonna Calhoun, he swung around. “Have you seen Bella?”

She gave him a look that said she didn’t give a damn where Bella was. There wasn’t any love lost between them, though Carter didn’t know the whole story. Yet. He planned to uncover every mystery Miss Roberts held. She wasn’t slipping away from them.

How crazy that he thought of her as belonging to both of them. After last night, she damn well did. If she was running, it was only because she knew it too.

“Haven’t seen her,” Wynonna said, tossing her long red hair over her shoulder. Damn, she had as much attitude as Bella. Maybe all barrel racers had it.

He tipped his hat to the lovely woman and took off toward the place Bella had her horse stabled.

Of course she’d have her animal out right now, exercising it before the ride. But when he and Quint reached the area, it was vacant.

“Dammit, I know she’s avoiding us. I don’t know what’s worse—that or knowing Anderson’s stalking her,” Carter said.

“He’s not a dangerous guy. Just a cocky asshole.”

They exchanged a look. “Bad enough.”

“Damn straight. C’mon. I know where to look.”

“There aren’t many places where a woman and a horse can hide, but one of them worries the hell out of me.” Carter took off straight for the parking lot. She hadn’t competed yet, but maybe she’d taken off early—hopped in her truck and pulled out without a backward glance.

It was something Bella would do. She didn’t follow rules, even ones regarding a sport she loved. She followed her every whim and spoke what was on her mind at that particular second. He didn’t put it past her to withdraw from her competition just so she could avoid him and Quint.

And Jeb.

When the overhead parking lamp shined down on the spot where Bella’s truck and trailer had been, he and Quint stopped dead in their tracks.

“Son of a bitch. She skipped.”

“Hell.” Carter’s oath echoed two things—emotion he felt for the woman he’d never let go of so easily, and a passionate need to turn her over his knee and give her a sound spanking.

* * * * *

Quint settled on the edge of a new motel bed in a new town and let his shoulders slump. After a long drive west to Arkansas, he was bone-weary. Carter’s brooding silence hadn’t helped ease the tension in the truck either.

Neither of them had seen or heard from Bella. They had sighted Jeb alone at the last rest stop, which fueled the only happiness Quint had felt in a long, dismal day.

This was all about Bella having the last say. She didn’t want to be left vulnerable for even a minute, but didn’t she know that sometimes more strength came from leaning on someone?

Or two someones, in this case.

Carter tossed his bag on the other bed and stood there for a long minute, staring at it.

“We should go look for her,” Quint said.

“Yeah. If she’s here, she’ll be parked on the grounds.” They exchanged a look. “This time we meet her on her turf.”

Quint’s chest welled with affection for his friend. His lover. They hadn’t touched each other since Bella was between them, but it had definitely added a new dimension to their relationship. Neither of them spoke of it, but he didn’t feel a hint of strain. They’d always worked things out with few words. This was no different.

“Let me wash my face, and then we’ll go out and see if we can find this naughty little cowgirl.” Quint got up.

When he came out of the bathroom, Carter was changing into a fresh shirt, his back muscles flexing as he slid his arms into the sleeves. Quint came up behind him and hooked an arm around his middle. They stood that way for a long minute.

Breaking apart, Carter shot him a crooked grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Then he buttoned his shirt. When the ends were tucked in and his hat straight, they set out.

“Who do you think hurt her? That asshole she was with years ago? That bull rider from Oshkosh?” Carter asked.

“Yeah, I think it starts with him.”

“Should we hunt his ass down and stick straw under his fingernails until he tells us what he did to her to make her so afraid of getting close to anyone?”

Quint shot him a wry look. “The idea has merit, but we should probably try to coax the information from Bella first. Though I don’t think she’s hung up on someone so much as a little wild.”

“Mm. Yeah.” Carter climbed behind the wheel of the truck. Their trailer had been offloaded and their horses tucked up in the nearby stables, being pampered with fresh hay and water.

Once they were on the road toward the fairgrounds where the next rodeo was held, Quint said, “So we have to lure the wild horse close enough to pet without breaking her spirit.”

“I like the way you think.” Carter took a left turn.

“What if we can’t figure out how?”

“I think we already did—she likes having both of us. Two of us can chase her down better than one.”

Turned out they didn’t need to search far. She came to the door of her trailer on the first knock. And damn if she didn’t open her arms to them.

Heart thumping with joy, Quint launched into the trailer, lifted her and bore her inside. She made a sound of surrender as he claimed her mouth. The long strokes of her tongue against his said she’d suffered without them as much as they had.

When he broke free of the kiss and let her slide all the way down his body, Carter picked her up and seated her on the small tabletop. As he tipped her face back for his kiss, Quint watched through hooded eyes. Damn, they looked beautiful together.

“I see you wasted no time in finding me.” Her voice was reedy and her lips thoroughly swollen from the last five minutes of their attentions.

“We shouldn’t have to come find you, darlin’.” Quint crowded closer to her and Carter. “You know where you belong.”

She met his gaze and for a solid heartbeat, he awaited her protest—her smart comeback. But none came.

Wrapping an arm around each of them, she brought them down to her level. Her forehead pressed against his, and Carter rested his jaw to the place they touched.

“Why’d you run, Bella?” he asked after a moment.

He felt the change in her. Stiffening, she pushed away and got to her feet. The trailer was too small to put much distance between them, but she managed. With her arms folded and several pieces of furniture separating them, she was doing a damn good job of showing her position on the subject.

Quint took a step toward her. “What happened back in Alabama, that isn’t the end, Bella.”

“I wanted it to be,” she said hoarsely. A knife twisted in his gut. She stared at him sidelong, a glint in her eye. “But I could probably go for one more ride.”

Quint arched a brow. “We’ll start at one then get you agreeing to two by the end of the night.”

“Or three…or forever.” Carter closed his fingers over the hem of her tank top. When he peeled it off her, leaving glowing, tanned skin, Quint’s cock jumped to instant attention.

“By the time we’re finished playing with you and come together, darlin’, there’s going to be a nuclear meltdown.” With one flick of his fingers, Quint unclasped her bra. He tossed it away and they went right for her breasts.

Throwing her head back, she cupped their heads to her as they sucked her nipples into their hungry mouths. She gasped and moaned and begged for more. “Just one more time,” she whimpered.