Chapter 25 #2
“Though I’ve also heard rumors that you are with Dylan Montaigne and if anyone could tempt a girl away from her morals, it's that one. Though the Brazilians all say you’re with that hottie bullfighter.
And there's rumors that you came out of the med tent all flushed with Branch’s best friend Beau the other day.
See, gossip. I guess it was to be expected when you are the only woman rider.
I’m dying to know which rumor is actually true. ”
My cheeks flushed scarlet. Caly watched me shoot my whiskey with narrowed eyes that went comically wide. “All of them? T.M.!”
Ugh. “Call me Tessa.”
She waved a hand. “Tessa. Okay, but don’t dodge the question,” she almost screeched. “All of them?”
I tried to judge if I could trust Caly. She gave me good feelings, and I trusted my gut.
But if I was going to be in a relationship with all four guys, I was going to have to get used to conversations like this.
I could use this as a test run. “It’s not like that.
I’m not sleeping around. I’m, uh, in a committed relationship with all four of them.
” Well, Branch was touch and go, but that was my business.
Caly’s mouth flopped open like a cod fish. “They know? About each other?” I nodded. “And they are cool with it?”
“Yeah. I mean it's new, but we are working it out. We are keeping it quiet though.”
Caly was shaking her head like I just told her that Santa was real and knew just how naughty she’d been. “Obviously I’ll keep my mouth shut, but how does that even work? Do they see other people?”
I shook my head. “Nope just me. I don’t understand it either, but I’m not fighting it.”
Caly downed her drink and waved at the bartender for two more.
She slapped my arm. “Obviously you wouldn’t fight it, you lucky bitch.
Four hot guys who want just you? Jesus, when do you have time to breathe?
It must be a sausage party all the time.
Oh my god? Do you have orgies?” She screeched that bit a little louder, and I flushed when the bartender looked between me and Caly with surprise.
Whoops. He placed two drinks on the bar top.
He was kind of cute, wearing a button down with the sleeves rolled up, a pair of suspenders and a bow tie.
He raised an eyebrow and looked between us one more time, his grin getting wide and full of mischievousness.
Calypso looked him over once, and made a small satisfied hum.
“Don’t look at her, she’s got her hands full.
Actually not just her hands,” she teased with a wink in my direction.
She looked up at the bartender with heat in her eyes. “When do you get off?”
The bartender leaned forward. “Whenever you let me, Ma’am.
” The light in Caly’s eyes got almost predatory.
They hooded and she leaned forward, whispering something in his ear.
His Adam's apple bobbed and he nodded once.
He stood, picking up the bar rag and walked away, but not before throwing a wink in our direction.
He kinda had a nice ass too. Caly turned so he couldn’t see her and fanned her face. “Hole-y shit.”
An arm slid around my waist, and I looked over to see Branch behind me. I couldn’t help the goofy expression on my face when I looked at him. Caly snorted and sipped her drink.
“You getting into trouble, Nugget? Don’t let this one lead you astray.
” He lifted a chin toward Calypso, whose look of mock outrage was ruined by the laughter in her eyes.
“ Moi? No way. If anyone is getting led astray here, it's me. Tessa and I were just having a little girl talk. It was well and truly overdue. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a very pressing engagement.” She waggled her eyebrows at me and sashayed off like she was under a spotlight and every eye in the room was on her.
Which it kind of was. It was hard not to watch Caly, because she pulled your gaze to her like a magnet.
Probably why she went into show business.
I turned to Branch, keeping a respectable distance between our bodies even though I wanted to curl into him like a cat in heat. The look he gave me almost made me moan and abandon my respectability. “I’m ready to leave,” he growled in a low voice that hit me straight in my lady bits.
I shot the two fingers of whiskey and nodded.
“What about Dylan?” I looked around the room, spotting him easily in the crowd.
He must have felt my eyes on him, because he looked up and gave me a smile that made my knees weak.
He excused himself from whoever he was talking to and made his way through the crowd toward me, the look on his face making my heart pound.
It wasn’t lust, or passion, or anything like that.
He looked at me like I was literally the best thing in this room, hell in this universe. It was both heady and terrifying.
He stopped in front of me and looked like he desperately wanted to kiss me. “Damn, Baby Girl. We need to get out of here and get you out of that dress.”
“Hell yes.” I grinned and we got out of there as fast as my converses could carry me. We stuck to the edges of the room so the guys wouldn’t be pulled into conversations again. We burst out the front doors like we were escaping Alcatraz and Dylan swaggered up to talk to the valet attendant.
When a limo pulled up out the front of the hotel, I raised my eyebrows. “Um, I think we have the wrong car.”
Dylan laughed and opened the door. “One of the sponsors in there wants to woo me with pretty things.” He ran a finger down my spine as I climbed in. “Not going to lie, I’m easily wooed by pretty things.”
I slid into the back of the limo, sitting on one of the long bench seats. I’d never been in a limo before and there was an actual bar back here. “Jesus, who wants to sponsor you?” I asked, grabbing beers from the fridge and passing them around.
“Machina Tuff.”
I nearly dropped my beer. They were one of the biggest sponsors in the industry. They made industrial tools and they were basically a household name. I squealed and launched myself across the limo.
“Oh my fucking god, congratulations. Dylan that’s amazing.”
Branch slapped him on the back. “Well done, man. You deserve it.” He rolled up the partition between us and the driver. “Don’t need to give him a show.”
Dylan growled low in his throat, his hands running down over my ass.
I grinned. “Mmm, no. But maybe we could give Branch a show, what do you say?”
Dylan kissed me as an answer, my red lipstick smearing across his mouth.
“Fuck yeah.” He grabbed the long train of my dress and hiked it up over my waist so he could run his hands over the smooth globes of my ass, groaning into my mouth.
His fingers brushed under the side of my thong and there was an echo of his moan on the other side of the limo.
I dragged my mouth away from his so I could unbutton his shirt.
I ran my hands over the smooth lines of his chest, working my way down his abs.
I hiked my dress up a bit more and slid off the seat so I was kneeling on the car floor, the scratchy carpet rubbing my skin. “Celebration blowjobs are now a thing.”
Dylan looked at me between his knees, his pupils blown wide. I unbuckled his belt, and then unzipped his pants. I kissed his abs because honestly, how could I resist?
I slipped my hand inside his boxer shorts, and wrapped my fingers around his dick.
He was hard for me already, and when I liberated his cock from his dress pants, my mouth watered.
He leaned his head back against the seat and moaned.
“Damn Tessa, if I look at you right now I'm going to blow my load before I'm even in your pretty mouth. You are so fucking gorgeous.”
I stroked my tongue up the length of his shaft, flicking quickly over the head. He wrapped his fingers in my hair like he was anchoring himself to me, but didn’t try to move me anywhere. I slid him between my lips and he let out a long moan. I hoped that the partition was soundproof.
“Damn, Baby Girl. That mouth…” I sucked gently and his hips bucked upwards. “That mouth,” he moaned again.
I bobbed my head up and down on his dick, sliding him further and further in with every pass. I felt fingers brush against my pussy and moaned around Dylan’s cock.
“Holy shit,” Dylan shouted as his hips bucked. “Make her do that again!”
Branch’s fingers slipped beneath my underwear and stroked my clit and pleasure raced through my limbs.
Dylan’s eyes had rolled back in his head and he was thrusting lightly into my mouth.
The finger on my clit got firmer, more rhythmic, playing my pussy like an instrument and my moans were the music.
He slid his fingers up my slit and slipped one finger, and then two, inside me.
I gripped Dylan’s hips, my pace on his cock now wild and as uneven as his thrusts, messy and wet.
“Fuck, Tessa, I’m going to come.”
I took him deep and swallowed the hot shots of his cum even as Branch’s fingers went back to my clit, his other hand coming to the party to sink two fingers into my aching heat.
When he curled his fingers at the same time he pressed my clit, I bucked back against his hands as my orgasm hammered into me.
I moaned around Dylan’s softening cock, making him whimper a sound between pleasure and pain.
I slipped him from my mouth as my orgasm continued to pound into me, biting his thigh through his dress pants.
He grunted but his hand remained tangled in my hair as they let me ride it out between them.
Branch’s clever fingers slipped out from my thong, and he lifted himself back onto his seat. I knelt on the floor, panting, until Branch reached down and hauled me up and into his lap. He kissed me, despite the fact that I still had to have Dylan’s salty taste on my lips.
“That was…” he whispered against my mouth.
I grinned. I knew exactly what he meant.