Chapter Three #3
met and wished she’d had more champagne. More wine. Maybe a couple of
margaritas, but no, she’d had to stay in control. The minute she realized Cleo
was talking about a job, she’d decided to be an adult. She didn’t even have the
comfort of being totally smashed.
But they’d waited for her. They’d been at the bar, and now
that she thought about it, they’d walked out of Stella’s this morning behind
Cleo.
“Did you hear I was going to be at Hell on Wheels tonight
and showed up so you could be hanging around in case I needed a ride?”
They had already passed the deputy at the bottom of the
mountain. She thought it was the new guy who was all of twenty-one and
definitely not asleep since he had someone pulled over. She hadn’t recognized
the car, so some tourist was getting the full-on “sheriff needs a chair”
ticket.
“That depends,” Shane said.
“Depends?” They were different than she’d thought. All she
honestly knew about them was that Stef liked them and Max hated them. Rye was
somewhat indifferent, though probably leaned toward Max since he constantly
reminded Rye that they’d hit on Rachel.
“It depends on whether you think that behavior is a red flag
or the kind of flag that makes you feel like a desirable woman since two men
plotted and planned to be right here,” Shane replied.
Well, put that way… “I’m only here for a couple of weeks.
I’m just…stressed.”
Sure. That was sexy.
They were weirder than she thought they would be. Somehow in
her head they were like a lot of the guys she met when she came home. Concerned
with partying and rodeoing their way through life. A girl in every town. They
weren’t serious and wouldn’t ever be about a woman.
And that was exactly how she wanted it.
She was a conquest. But then they were stress relief. It was
good. No one would get hurt because there weren’t feelings involved. They
wouldn’t have any, and she wouldn’t let herself have any.
Except when Shane kissed her, it felt like something more.
It felt like the ground moving under her feet, the world shifting in a
significant way.
It scared her but she wasn’t going to let that stop her
since Bay’s kiss hadn’t been the same.
“I’m stressed, too,” Bay said quietly.
“Is there something going on out at the G? The cows giving
you hell?” she teased.
“He’s got an exhibit coming up, and Stef’s bringing out his
wealthy art critic friends,” Shane replied. “Not that it matters because his
worth is not tied to some guy from LA liking what he does.”
She’d forgotten he was an artist. She would blow that off
since everyone thought they were an artist, but there was the problem of Stef
Talbot being his mentor. If Stef was behind him, he was good.
Which meant he wasn’t a simple, gorgeous cowboy walking
around like sex on a stick.
Nope. That’s what he was tonight, and they only had tonight.
Besides, the kiss she’d shared with Shane hadn’t really been that good. It felt
that way because it had been a while. She wouldn’t respond to Bay the way she
had to him.
But she kind of wanted to find out.
She unbuckled the belt around her hips. Their truck was old
school, so it didn’t protest her lack of seatbelt as she moved and placed
herself on Bay’s lap.
“Oh, damn,” he breathed, but his hands went to her hips.
“This is not how I thought the night would go.”
She stared at him. He was a work of art. With sensual lips
and a straight jawline and green eyes that seemed to sparkle in the low light.
She took off his hat and tossed it in the small back seat before running her
hands over his hair.
He was hers for the night, and she was going to enjoy him.
Them. Both of them. Her treat for the night.
“How did you think it would go?” She whispered the question,
her lips almost touching his. “Did you think I would ignore my creepy
stalkers?”
“Well,” he whispered back, “I kind of hoped you wouldn’t
consider me creepy or a stalker. How about you think of me as an interested
party?”
“What are you interested in, Bay?” she asked, feeling her
whole body tighten as his hands started to move on her.
“You,” Bay replied, his eyes on her lips. “I’m interested in
you, Brooke Harper.”
Dangerous words, but she didn’t care at this point. He was
doing exactly what she needed him to do. Making her feel like she was
important, like someone wanted her.
Cleo had done that, too. Her old friend had asked her to
come in and look at the costumes for the season that opened in six weeks. She’d
agreed to it since it wasn’t like she had anything better to do, but being a
basic seamstress for a rural theater hadn’t exactly brought her spirits up.
This was. The way they looked at her. Like she was the most
gorgeous woman on the planet. She realized this was all a part of their
routine, but it worked.
“Good, because I’m interested in you, too…” She was about to
call him Kent. She’d planned on calling both of them Kent, but Shane had
stopped her from putting that careful distance between them. Damn Dom. She knew
one when she met one. It wasn’t like she hadn’t understood what happened in
Stef Talbot’s playroom. She’d just thought they’d gone because of the kinky
sex. He’d been serious with that question.
Did she want vanilla sex? It was all she’d ever had, and
honestly, there hadn’t been much of that in the first place.
It didn’t matter since they had one night, and she intended
to make it last.
But first she was going to kiss Bay again and remind herself
that they weren’t perfect since the connection she’d felt to Shane hadn’t been
in that first kiss with Bay. It had been a little awkward, like the man
himself. It was good because the last thing she needed was to find wild
chemistry with both of them when she wasn’t going to keep them.
She stared at him for a moment, memorizing the stark lines
of his face and how his jaw tightened as he stared back at her. It wasn’t the
only part of his body that reacted. She could feel his cock under her, and it
took everything she had not to rub herself against him. She leaned over and
kissed him.
His lips were soft and warm and the kiss was nice, but it
didn’t stir her the way Shane had.
It was okay. They were a team, and if she didn’t fall for
them both, she was completely safe.
“Bay, I think it’s safe to say you’re off the leash,” Shane
said quietly. “It’s okay. She’ll tell you if it’s too much.”
Too much? She wasn’t sure how it would be too much since Bay
seemed reluctant to really touch her.
The words seemed to do something to Bailey Kent. His gaze
narrowed, and he seemed to go from kind of goofy hot guy who knew way too much
about the sexual practices of koala bears to a predator. She could practically
feel the heat coming off him. His hands tightened on her hips and then one
moved up her back to grip the nape of her neck.
“Do you have any idea what I want to do to you, girl?” Bay
asked, his voice far deeper than it had been before.
It did something for her. Was this the real Bay? “Tell me.”
One hand found its way from her hip to under the shirt she
was wearing. She shivered as she felt his fingertips running along her skin,
moving up to cup her breast.
“I’m going to put my mouth on you. Everywhere, Brooke. I’ll
kiss your lips and taste your tongue. I’ll work my way down, but only after I’m
sure you’re going to be a very good girl for me. Will you be my good girl,
Brooke? Understand this isn’t a question I would ask anywhere but the bedroom.
I know you’re a strong, independent woman who can handle her own shit and
probably deal with all mine, too, but when my mouth is on you, when my cock is
in you, you are my good girl.”
Oh, that should not work on her but it did. Who the hell was
he? He was goofy and weird and gorgeous, and now he was also good with the
dirty talk. “I can be good.”
If she thought he would want her to submit to him—because
she was absolutely certain that’s what they were talking about, thanks, Uncle
Stef—she would…well she would probably still spend the night with them, but she
felt better that he wasn’t some twenty-four seven, do-my-will guy.
His thumb brushed over her nipple, and even with the bra
between them she could feel both get hard and needy. “You can and you will, or
you’ll face our discipline, sweetheart. Have you ever had that gorgeous ass
spanked?”
She felt her whole body tighten at the thought, but she was
feeling sassy. “How do you know it’s gorgeous? It might be terrible.”
She nearly yelped when he twisted her nipple. It didn’t hurt
exactly, simply caught her attention.
“Brattery will be punished, baby.
I know it’s gorgeous because every single fucking thing about you is gorgeous,
and I won’t hear anything else. Do I make myself plain, Brooke? I will not hear
anything bad about you. Not from the people around us, and definitely not from
you.”
“He’s got a thing about it,” Shane explained quietly. “There
are reasons, but this isn’t a therapy session. And there’s zero doubt in my
mind that your ass is going to be beautiful. You know how beautiful you are.”
“Well, I’m feeling kind of sexy right now.” And off kilter
since she’d never contemplated how the tiny sting of getting a nipple tweaked
would make her wet and hot and ready for sex. Right here. Right now. Going
fifty miles an hour down the highway and she wanted to ride Bailey Kent’s cock.
His cock seemed to swell against her. She felt the hard
ridge under her pussy. “When we get back to your place, you will strip for us,
and we’ll show you how fucking sexy you are. We’ll put our hands everywhere.
There’s not going to be an inch of your skin left unworshipped. Tell me
something, Brooke. Do you want this?”
He pressed his pelvis up, and a wave of sensation jolted
through her as he rubbed against her clit.
Why did she wear jeans? Skirts. Skirts were better. Skirts
could be pulled up and panties down, and then she would have him.
Had she ever wanted a man more than she wanted to breathe?
How had she thought for a second they didn’t have a connection? There was a
live wire running between them, and she couldn’t help but pick it up and let
the electricity flow through her.
“Yes.” She didn’t even recognize the breathy sounds coming
from her mouth. “I’ll be honest. I really want you. I want an orgasm, and I
want it from you.”
His hips moved again, and her eyes nearly crossed. It felt
so good.
“Then take one,” he urged, his hands back on her hips. He
got his pelvis in the perfect place. “Ride me. I want to watch you come. I want
to know how to make you scream. I want to make you crave my cock the way I
crave you.”
“You are a bossy man,” she whispered as her hips rolled.
“You have no idea, and you haven’t really met my brother
yet,” Bay whispered as his hands shifted to her backside. He squeezed her.
“He’s going to want to fuck you here.”
She would have protested but she was rubbing herself against
his dick, the pleasure building and building and it didn’t matter that they
were on the road that would lead to the house she grew up in. She looked at
Shane, whose jaw was tight, hands carefully gripping the wheel. “You have to go
around the back way.”
“I am, baby,” Shane promised, his eyes still on the road as
though he didn’t trust himself to watch them. “I’ve delivered hay to your
brothers before. I know which way the help comes in.”
She didn’t like the sound of that, but she wasn’t thinking
straight. All that mattered was the fact that she was riding Bailey Kent like
the stallion he was, and it felt so good. It felt like control and power and
something she might not have felt before.
She leaned back against the dashboard, hips moving in time
with his. One big hand came up and traced the line of her jaw. Then his thumb
came out and ran along her bottom lip and she couldn’t help it. She licked him,
sucking his thumb into her mouth and giving him a nip.
He hissed, but it wasn’t a bad sound. It was the sound of a
man who wanted more. More of her.
She wanted more, too. She wanted this night. Needed it.
These men made her feel. Oh, it would be rough in the morning when they were
gone and she realized this was how they worked as a team, but she would take it
tonight.
A cry spilled from her throat as she came. Sparks went
through her system making her whole body sing, and she slumped forward, letting
her arms go around Bay.
Who was not boring. Who was not a typical party cowboy, and
that made him infinitely more dangerous than he’d been before.
It didn’t matter.
She breathed him in. He smelled like soap and leather and a
bit of beer.
She should get some beer so it was in her fridge for…
Nope. Not going there. She started to come out of it. Maybe
she should say goodnight and send them on their way.
“I’m going to eat your pussy like it’s my fucking goal in
life, girl,” Bay whispered. “I’ll tie you down so you can’t squirm when I give
you orgasm after orgasm. You’ll start to wonder if there was a time when my
tongue wasn’t inside you, and that’s when I’ll give you my cock. For real. That
was an appetizer.”
Or she could not.
The truck rolled to a stop, and she realized she was home.
Or an approximation of it.
She looked over and Shane put the truck in park and killed
the engine and then leaned over and kissed her.
“I’m going to play with your ass,” he vowed. “And give you
my cock, too. We won’t let you sleep until dawn.”
It was an offer she wasn’t going to refuse.