Hooking Up (Menage a Trouble #3)

Chapter Seven

If someone had told Bella that three people could fit on her double mattress set into the back of her trailer, she never would have believed it. But it wasn’t difficult when they were stacked up like pats of butter melting together.

Every nerve ending in her body throbbed as she straddled Carter’s face. The scorch of his tongue against her clit thrilled her as much as Quint moving inside her from behind. He sank into her ass, and Carter suckled her throbbing button. With each move, she launched higher.

A haze of passion stole her mind. She had too much invested in these guys for her liking, but she’d make sure to put the brakes on all emotions tomorrow. For now, she wanted them more than anything.

Carter clamped his lips around her clit, using the tip of his tongue to lightly stroke the ball of nerves. She cried out. Quint thrust deep again, and her scream ended on a long moan.

God, they’d been at this for hours and still she wasn’t satisfied. With Quint and Carter, satisfied wasn’t even a word in her dictionary. She always needed more, more, more.

A deep burn spread through her lower belly. The guys knew just what to do to pull the loudest noises from her. If anybody walked by the trailer, they’d think a wild animal was inside.

Grinding her hips, she felt a brush of fingertips and realized with a jolt that Carter was fondling Quint’s balls as he fucked her ass. Her orgasm rushed up fast and hard. Her body shook as the biggest release of the night raged through her.

Carter gripped her hips, holding her tight as Quint caressed her spine with his lips.

“Come on, darlin’. Give it all to us.”

She had a feeling they were really asking for more than her screaming orgasms. They wanted her mind, body and soul.

She couldn’t be harnessed by a man, though.

But maybe two can hold me?

With her hands braced against the wall, she rode out the last of her bliss. Fatigue washed over her. As if knowing this, Quint slipped from her body and Carter lifted her off his face. She found herself curled between both men, a Bella sandwich.

She giggled.

A light slap came down on her outer hip, and she squealed. “Are you laughing at us, wench?” Carter rumbled.

“No, just thinking I’m like the filling of a sandwich.”

“So now we’re dough-y like bread.”

“Not remotely.” She’d run her hands over their muscled chests if she had the strength. They’d worn her out. That and worry. She wasn’t ready to confide yet.

“Well, you’re definitely a sweet filling. Strawberry jam or honey. Mmm.” Quint swirled his tongue in circles up the column of her throat to that favorite spot of his behind her ear.

She let her eyes shut and let them give her ease. If she told the guys about Josey Wheels, they’d understand. Who else could? But voicing her fears was too difficult.

Barrel racing horses experienced a lot of strain on joints and tendons. Normally the rider wrapped the legs to protect them, but she’d been careless and warmed her up without the wrappings.

After the first few turns she’d realized her error and had quickly stopped. The day after she hadn’t noted any issues with her horse, but before the race in Alabama, she’d noticed her horse had a little tenderness along one leg.

Backing out of the race was the only way to keep her animal from true injury, and she’d seen to the tender spot herself, turning a hose on the affected area and letting the cold water run over it. Now she was watching the mare closely. No precaution was too silly—an injury could end her career.

As soon as she’d seen to the horse upon arrival, all looked well. But she couldn’t help but think of her upcoming event. She’d be throwing down against Wynonna Calhoun again, and losing didn’t set well with her.

“She’s asleep.” Quint’s rough whisper made her eyes fly open.

Carter’s chuckle vibrated her. “Sure she is.”

“Good to see you’re up. I’m not willing to wait much longer for an explanation,” Quint said, his dark eyes serious.

A shiver ran through her. She refused to believe it was because she didn’t like his disapproval. No, she’d chalk it up to his dark, dangerous appearance…his mussed hair and the red marks on his throat from Carter’s beard. How fucking sexy.

“If you think I’m going to have some deep talk about feelings, you boys are crazier than I thought.” She wiggled out from between their bulk and popped out at the end of the mattress. Her bra was clear across the room, so she settled for the first thing she saw—Carter’s shirt.

The worn cotton felt good when she wrapped it around herself. It smelled of him—sunshine and clean male. She resisted the urge to brush her nose over the collar, though, because the guys were looking at her that way again.

Like they were going to eat her alive. This time she didn’t believe they meant to fuck her, even if neither of them had gotten off during the last round.

Quint disposed of his condom in a small trash can and took a seat at the end of the mattress. Before she could move away—or want to—he caught her hands in his and dragged her closer.

Carter reclined on the bed, but she didn’t believe for a minute he was calm. A crease stood between his dark brows and his jaw was set at a stubborn angle.

They wanted her, probably wanted much more than sex with her. So many guys did, but why should she commit? It was more fun to play around and fly by the seat of her pants.

She couldn’t stand the waiting anymore. “Look, I know what you’re going to say.”

How was it possible they gave her the same skeptical expression?

“Do you guys practice that or something?” She wagged a finger between them.

“Practice what?”

“That look you’re sharing.” When they stared at her, oblivious to what she meant, she continued, “Forget it. This was fun, guys, but I think it’s time for you to go.”

At that, Carter sat up. Every muscle rolled as he moved to sit beside his gorgeous partner. Damn them, ganging up on her this way. Two naked, gorgeous cowboys begging her with their eyes? She was a bowl of pudding wrapped in plaid.

She couldn’t move with her fingers locked in Quint’s.

“You’re not booting us out, darlin’. We’re here to stay. And you’re going to tell us why you ran back in Alabama.”

Should she confide her worries about her horse? Any rodeo person would make noises of sympathy, but she’d seen similar things before. One racer’s horse had gone down with a broken leg and while the other women in her event felt the pains of that, deep down they were relieved to be competing against one less person.

Carter and Quint were different, though. They wouldn’t have a reason to pretend.

She pushed out a breath. “Fine. It’s my horse.”

Carter’s brows drew together to match Quint’s. If she weren’t upset about vocalizing this, she might have laughed. They really had so much in common, though each personality stirred her separately. And together, they were a force to be reckoned with.

“Something’s wrong with your horse?”

She told them the story, and they took turns compressing their lips. “Did you get somebody to look at her?” Quint asked at last.

She shook her head. “I think she’s okay, but if I suspect anything at all tomorrow before the race, I’ll pull out again.”

“You can’t keep forfeiting these races, Bella. You won’t get anywhere.”

She looked down at her hands trapped in Quint’s. “I know.”

“I’m glad you told us,” Carter said, wrapping his fingers around her thigh. His pinky stroked the backside of her knee, sending new ripples of lust up into her pussy. The back of her knee wasn’t normally an erogenous zone, but he could stroke her little toenail and it would turn her on.

“Okay, that’s one question answered.” Quint eyed her.

“There’s more?” She lifted her chin in defiance.

“A few. Don’t get your panties in a bunch.”

“I’m not wearing any.”

As if they’d forgotten, both cowboys looked down at her pussy, barely concealed by the tails of Carter’s shirt. Two cocks stirred in their laps, and she prided herself on throwing the dogs off her scent.

Or onto it, rather.

Quint shook himself. “We need to know why you’ve been avoiding us.”

“Easy. I was done with you.” She picked at a thread on the cuff of the shirt.

Carter snorted. “That’s why you let us into your trailer and wrapped yourself around us. Let us have you in ten different ways.”

“Umm, I figured you only live once. We have fun in bed. Why not pass the time?” Her bravado was failing as they stared right through her charade.

“Pass the time,” Carter echoed. “Sure, sweetheart.”

“It’s true.”

“You don’t have a bit of attachment to either of us?”

“Well, you do look hot as hell when you’re together.”

They exchanged a look that threatened to set her aflame all over again.

With a bit of pressure on her knee, Carter pulled her closer. Quint let go of her hands and held onto her hip. They spread her legs before she knew their intentions.

Several fingers met at the wet seam of her pussy. Quint pushed a thick finger inside while Carter drew a circular pattern over her rapidly swelling clit. Breathless, she tried to gather her wits. Moving away wasn’t an option, so she might as well give in and tell them what they wanted to hear.

“Fine, I…” pant, pant, “want you both.”

“You mean you want this?” Quint splayed his fingers and teased her anus with one while thrusting deeper into her pussy.

She swayed forward, and they caught her. Carter supporting her while stroking her into a four-alarm blaze again.

“Wider, darlin’.” Quint nudged her thighs apart, and she obeyed. Following commands went against every cell of her being but when it came to Carter and Quint, she was a softie. They made her think of a bigger trailer and a bigger bed. Of exploring cities across the country together while doing what they loved.

And loving each other.

“You’d never let that ass Jeb Anderson do this, would you?” Carter’s question was a pail of cold water to her libido. She snapped her legs shut and folded her arms around her middle.

“Who would ever let that man lay a finger on them? He’s had every Buckle Bunny from Sacramento to the Jersey shore. Probably has more STDs than wins.”

Quint’s mouth quirked up, but he wasn’t fooling anyone—he was relieved to hear her say that. “So that’s a no?”

“A hell no.”

“We knew he was lying.” Carter stood, grabbed her and tossed her onto the bed. They followed her down and blew her mind all over again. When she surfaced from the ecstasy, would she even remember why she was trying to stay away from them?

Something to do with men not believing she was good enough. Or not being good enough for her. Hell, she couldn’t remember anymore, not with so many tongues and hands on her.

* * * * *

“Think she’ll come around a third time?” Carter watched Quint make a toss that missed its mark. They were both out of sync tonight, which was bad for their winning streak. Yet they could afford to go for a bit without prize money. After the last two cities, they had enough for gas, food and motels. What else did they need?

Bella. We need Bella.

She was back to the vanishing act. Neither of them had laid eyes on her since their night in her trailer. After checking in on her horse, they’d found it in relatively good shape. But no Bella around.

Quint issued a steady sigh through his nose then began to recoil his rope. His second throw missed its mark too. “She’ll come back. She just needs some time to work it out in her mind. Just like a strong-willed horse. You take a little then give them some lead.”

“She needs to run wild for a bit, is that what you’re saying?”

“Yeah.” Quint raked his gaze over Carter’s body, landing on his bulging fly. “You thinking about her?”

“And more.”

Quint’s jaw was dark with a five o’clock shadow, inviting a heat to settle in Carter’s balls. He liked this new extension of their relationship. Maybe it was time to take things solo, without Bella’s presence.

Stepping up, he caught Quint’s forearm, stopping him from throwing the lasso again. When he angled his head, his lover did the same. Their mouths came together in a rough kiss. Teeth and tongues added a dash of heat. And when they ground their cocks together, a low whistle sounded.

A flush heated Carter as he jerked away. Feminine laughter sounded, and together they turned to see the prettiest little cowgirl in the world leaning against the fence. Her hair was in a messy rope over one shoulder, her breasts pushed out as she draped her arms over the top rail.

“I see I started something between you.”

They broke apart and Quint wrapped the rope he still held. They moved toward her.

A quiver of some emotion passed over her face. Part excitement, part trepidation? Carter couldn’t tell, but he was certain about one thing. By the time they were finished with her, she’d forget the worry part.

“What brings you to this side of the arena, darlin’?” Quint drawled.

She tried to sidestep, but Carter hemmed her in against the fence while Quint used the rope to bind her hands to the fence rail.

Fire glinted in her eyes, making them a stormier gray than usual. The freckles on her nose stood out beneath her flush.

“Just passing through,” she said.

“Uh-huh. Looking for a good hard fuck, I say.” Carter ripped open her top. Buttons flew every direction. Back in one of the stables, a horse whinnied.

Bella’s eyes widened. “What am I going to wear out of here?”

“My shirt. We can’t let anybody see these beautiful breasts but us. You’re ours, Bella,” Carter said.

Her head fell back at his words, and he realized how affected she was by him. By both of them.

Quint sucked her nipple through the cloth of her bra while teasing her other nipple with his fingers. Small, squeaking noises escaped her—gasoline to Carter’s fire. He captured her braid in his fist, yanked her head back and kissed her.

For long minutes nobody surfaced. But when they did, he and Quint exchanged a knowing look. If she wanted to watch, they’d give her a damn good show. After all, they were professionals in the area of entertainment.

Carter released her and turned to Quint. They fell on each other. Rough hands, bruising kisses. Teeth grazing necks. When Carter flipped his lover’s belt open and opened his fly, Bella moaned.

“Aren’t you going to untie me so I can join in?” she whimpered, chest rising and falling.

“Not yet. You need to see what keeps bringing you back.” Quint reached into his boxers and pulled his thick cock free. Without hesitation, Carter did the same. His swollen head was beaded with pre-come.

Using a hand on his nape, Quint dragged Carter close until their bodies bumped. Carter wrapped his fingers around both of their thick shafts and pumped.

Bella moaned and strained at her bindings. Quint’s mouth was scorching as he kissed a path over Carter’s chest. Then he dragged his beard upward until their lips collided in a crash of epic proportions.

“Oh God,” Bella murmured. There was a violent creak of the fence, and then she was free somehow. Carter barely had a chance to chuckle at the fact Quint had tied a half-assed rope so she could free herself and join in.

They opened their arms for her, but she dropped to her knees and parted her lips for their cocks. A growl of pleasure rushed up from the depths of Carter’s being as they took turns sinking their cocks into her sweet, hot mouth. A glow coated her skin, and he wanted nothing more than to strip her and bend her over the fence.

But he was too close. Quint too. Their breathing was fraught with need. Bella’s little whimpers didn’t help. When she opened her jaws wide and took them at the same time, her cheeks bulging with their cocks, he couldn’t hold back another second.

Come rushed up from his balls. Spurts jetted from him, and Quint’s primal groan let him know he was coming too. Bella tipped her head back to take them further. Gripping his cock at the base, Carter pulled free and finished on the crests of her round breasts. Painting her, marking her as his.

Quint followed suit, hips jerking with his release. He spurted over her breasts too, and she blinked up at them, a pleading in her eyes.

“Oh yeah, sweetheart. You’ll get your turn.” Carter gave his cock one last pump then drew her to her feet and kissed her, tasting their combined flavors. He never wanted to let either of his lovers go.

*

“Grab that rope,” Quint instructed Carter. He didn’t take his gaze from Bella’s. She was too lovely to tear his gaze away from, all soft and compliant. Her lips rosy and swollen from sucking their cocks. They’d cleaned up her breasts with her ruined top, but a sheen of their essence gleamed under the afternoon sun.

Carter held out the rope, and Quint closed his fingers over the end without even looking at it. He drew the frayed ends to Bella’s nipples, which had accidentally popped from her bra after Carter had destroyed it.

The garment lay in tatters on the dirt ground next to a few buttons. They’d have to be careful not to rip up any more pieces of clothing or she’d be going back to her trailer wrapped in a feed sack.

The idea held appeal, he had to admit. She’d look gorgeous in one.

Her rough gasps fed the fire of need inside him. She might try to run from them, but she kept running back into their open arms. Whatever was holding her up from investing emotionally, they’d work through it—together.

He unfastened her jeans and shimmied them down her hips. With her clothing around her ankles and her thighs spread as far as she could, he took the edge of the rope and skimmed her clit with it.

A light, teasing touch that ripped a cry from her.

“Shh, darlin’. We don’t want anybody to come running.”

“You’re going to…have to…gag me,” she ground out.

“Mmm, not a problem.” Quint took a clean handkerchief from his back pocket and fastened the gag around her mouth. Carter stared up at her wide, bright eyes and continued his torment.

Circling her clit. Each hemp strand catching on her swollen nubbin. Teasing the edges. Caressing the small hood covering her core. Using a forefinger, he pressed the hood back and grazed that spot.

She shook, juices squeezing from her pussy.

“She smells like candy. I can’t do this very long before I taste her,” Carter warned his other lover.

Quint started kissing her neck and reached around her body to pinch and twist her nipples. She rocked into both of their touches. Her body was strung as tight as an instruments, and damn, he loved playing her.

If ropin’ and ridin’ were his first loves, pleasuring Bella was vying for the top spot. A muffled moan left her, and Quint clamped down on her nipples. Carter dropped the rope and buried his face in her pussy. Dragging his tongue back and forth with more and more speed. She tensed, gave one shuddering sob…and came.

A wild noise escaped his throat as he sucked her pussy clean. Pulling on her clit until she grew too sensitive and then wagging his tongue through her slickness. When he raised his head, he caught movement from the corner of his eye.

Jeb Anderson, and he’d had seen them.

Carter licked his lips slowly like a beast who’d just gotten his fill.