Wrap Me, Cowboys

by Alexa B. James

  “Is Waylon still out there?”

  “He had to run into town real quick,” Sawyer said, stepping back over to the stove.

  “In this?” I asked, gesturing to the window. “Is he crazy? When did he leave? How long has he been gone?”

  “Uh…I don’t know, a while back,” Sawyer said, rubbing the back of his neck. “He’ll be back real soon.”

  “Yeah, well, he’d better,” I said.

  Half an hour later, the blintzes were done, but Waylon had still not arrived. “He’ll be fine, Amber,” Holden said, patting my hand. “We grew up here. He knows how to handle the roads in any condition.”

  “He went to the bar, didn’t he?” I asked, turning to Sawyer and planting my hands on my hips. Nothing could get Waylon going like dwelling on jealousy for a while. He’d let me go all the way to the airport and almost get back on a plane with my ex before he’d shown up. This time, he’d probably dwelt on me and Cody being at church together until he couldn’t take it, but since he couldn’t barge into the church in the middle of a service, he’d gone down to Boots & Spurs to drink himself silly.

  Sawyer shuffled and looked uncharacteristically guilty. I was used to seeing Holden at a loss for words, but never Sawyer. That’s when I knew I was right. “Tell me he didn’t go to the bar to forget about Cody coming over tomorrow and because he was pissed that I went to church with him,” I said, crossing my arms and glaring at Sawyer.

  “I didn’t go,” he burst out. “I stayed and waited for you to come home.”

  “Fuck Waylon,” I said, grabbing him by one hand and Holden by the other. “I’m not going to sit around here wasting our one chance to be alone together because he’s too stubborn to deal with his feelings like an adult. Come on. Let’s make him wish he wasn’t at the bar swatting away that annoying gnat Millie.”

  I dragged the guys upstairs and down the hall to our room. I took the time on my way to send one text.

  Fuck you, Waylon Westling.

  That ten seconds was all he was going to get of my evening.

  Well, maybe twelve. A minute later, I got a text that I took two seconds to read.

  I’ll hold you to that.

  By the time we got to the bedroom, Sawyer was already shedding clothes, and Holden had his shirt halfway unbuttoned. “Where do you want us, Princess?” Sawyer asked, kicking his boots off by the door.

  “Inside me,” I growled, yanking at my zipper.

  Sawyer came up behind me, his hands coming around to cup my breasts. He kneaded them gently, finding my nipples through the fabric and giving them a little squeeze. A wave of pleasure trembled straight down my body to my clit. Gasping, I arched my back, grinding my ass against his crotch. “We only have thirty minutes,” I said.

  In answer, Sawyer dipped his face into the hollow of my shoulder, his lips finding the sensitive skin on my neck. I threw my head back against his shoulder, sighing with pleasure as Holden’s hand settled on my hip. He stood in front of me, his mouth claiming mine while Sawyer continued driving me crazy with little nibbles on my neck. His stubble rasped across my skin, sending a shiver through me.

  “You gonna let me in here tonight?” Sawyer rumbled against my neck, slowly grinding his hardness against my ass. “I told you, all I want for Christmas is you.”

  “You’re shameless,” I said, but my ass was already responding to his touch, pressing harder against his lap.

  “You know it, baby,” he said. “That’s my middle name.”

  My breath came faster as Holden slid his hands up from my knees, tugging my dress up around my waist. When he saw my thin black panties, he groaned and slid a hand between my damp thighs. His cold fingers against my hot skin made me gasp, and my knees went weak, my legs helplessly parting for him. I leaned my weight into Sawyer, who accepted it against his hardness with a moan. His mouth dipped to find the nape of my neck, where he planted kisses while he slid my zipper down. My knees went weak from the sensations racing through my body as Sawyer’s tongue swirled over my skin. Holden slid a hand down the front of my panties and palmed my mound, slowly rubbing the heel of his hand against my clit as his fingers dipped between my slick folds.

  “Damn, you’re sexy in this dress,” he said. “Can I go down on you?”

  “God, yes,” I gasped as Sawyer slid my dress down over my shoulders, taking my bra straps with it. He worked it all down together, freeing my breasts. My nipples went instantly hard, anticipating his touch. He didn’t make me wait long. As Holden dropped to his knees and lifted my legs over his shoulders, Sawyer’s hands spread over my breasts, pinching my nipples between his knuckles. He squeezed, and I let out a yelp, bucking against Holden’s mouth as my clit throbbed.

  Holden took that as an invitation. He buried his face between my thighs, moaning as his tongue slid between my folds and found me already soaked. Cradling my ass in both hands, he used his thumbs to spread me open so his tongue could tease my entrance. I squirmed against him, wanting more, wanting his huge cock inside me, filling me up until I thought I’d split in two.

  I reached behind me, grabbing Sawyer’s cock through his boxer briefs. It strained against the fabric, throbbing in my hand. I ran my hand up his hot, hard length, shuddering with need. Sawyer growled and grabbed my thighs, lifting me higher and spreading me wider for his brother. Holden moaned into my pussy, sliding a long, cold finger into my slippery depths. I cried out, arching back as he began to move in a rapid rhythm, his tongue and finger driving me toward the brink. I pumped my hand up and down Sawyer’s shaft, desperately needing his size inside me.

  “More,” I cried, trying to close my legs around Holden’s head. Sawyer spread me wider instead, and Holden worked a second finger inside me. His hand was slick with my juices, and after a second, I felt the pressure of a wet finger against my ass. Instinctively, my muscles tightened.

  “Relax, baby,” Holden said, sitting back and looking up at me, his eyes full of concern. “We’re not going to hurt you.”

  Ha. Easy for him to say. I’d only done anal with Sawyer a few times because it hurt too much to do it often. They all had massive cocks that were not meant for my tender ass. Holden would never ask, and I was a little scared to let Waylon tear into me. He was so rough sometimes I couldn’t tell if it was fear or excitement taking over my body when he was fucking me—and that was just regular sex.

  But Holden was looking up at me with so much love and tenderness that I knew he was right. He would never hurt me, not even by accident. I tried to relax, and after a second, his finger worked its way in. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head, and I squirmed on his hand, still needing more. He leaned in, circling my clit with his tongue as his fingers began to pump into me again. Sawyer leaned down and nipped at my neck, his hot breath sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. Tugging down the elastic of his boxers, I freed him from the fabric. A rush of heat filled my pussy at the feel of his bare cock in my hand, and Holden moaned in pleasure at the increased wetness. He lapped and sucked them up as I gripped his hair, riding his shoulders while I pumped a hand along Sawyer’s impossible, iron length.

  Sawyer wrapped an arm around my chest, massaging my breast harder and grinding his cock into my hand. Holden closed his lips around my clit and began to suck in rhythm with this fingers that slicked into my ass and my pussy at a frantic pace. Suddenly, Sawyer grabbed my nipple and squeezed, and the tip of Holden’s tongue landed straight on my clit.

  The sensations rippling through me were too much. A volcano exploded through my body. My back arched, my toes curled, and cry after cry tore from my lips as my walls clenched around Holden’s thick fingers, buried to the knuckles in both holes. Sawyer held me still even as I bucked involuntarily, my whole body wracked with pleasure. Holden’s tongue slowly caressed my clit as it throbbed out my climax.

  “Steady there, girl,” Sawyer murmured, still holding an arm across my chest and one inside my thigh to keep it wide for his brother.

  Just then, the door swung
open and Waylon glared in at us. “If you’re going to fuck with guests in the house, at least keep it down,” he growled.

  I burst into a fit of giggles. I couldn’t help it. Sometimes he was such a Grinch that I could imagine him sitting on the porch with a shotgun across his knee yelling, “Get off my lawn!” I was still trembling with the aftershocks of my orgasms—hell, Holden’s fingers were still inside me, and he was scolding me to be quiet.

  Because we had guests.

  Before I could wrap my head around what that meant, a shadow moved in the hallway outside. Sawyer clapped an arm over my breasts, but it was too late. My eyes locked onto Cody’s over Waylon’s shoulder. My pussy throbbed so hard my whole body rocked, and I gasped aloud.

  11

  Amber

  For a long moment, no one moved. Sawyer’s cock stayed pressed into my palm, the tip of it leaking a hot drop of come onto my ass cheek. His other arm covered my breasts, since my dress was pulled around my waist from both directions. Holden sat between my thighs, my knees still resting over his shoulders, three fingers buried to the hilt inside me, his face wet with my juices. Waylon’s eyes blazed with the kind of lust that made me shiver with fear and longing at once. And Cody’s eyes drank me in, as hungry as a starving coyote out in this cold blizzard. I could see him swallow with effort, his Adam’s apple jerking up and down. My sheath fluttered helplessly around Holden’s fingers, and wetness pooled inside me again.

  “This looks like quite a party,” Cody said quietly, his voice strained and husky.

  “You sneaky son of a bitch,” Waylon said, spinning around and grabbing his brother. “I told you to stay put. You don’t live here anymore.”

  “I never was good at minding,” Cody said, his words strangled as Waylon lifted him nearly off the ground by the front of his shirt.

  Sawyer’s thumb flicked over the tip of my nipple, and I almost cried out.

  “Shut the door,” Holden barked in a voice I’d never heard before.

  “Let him go, Waylon,” I said.

  Waylon shoved his brother against the wall and spun on me, his eyes blazing. “What the fuck are you saying, Amber?”

  “I’m saying he’s already seen,” I said dismounting Holden’s shoulders. I could feel a drop of my own wetness trickling down my thigh as he slid his fingers out of me.

  “All right,” Cody said, pulling the door closed. “Now things are starting to make a lot more sense.”

  “He meant shut the door in your face,” Waylon said. “You’re supposed to be on the other side of it.”

  “What do you want?” I asked Cody. I couldn’t imagine how trashy this must look. I wasn’t in any kind of position to bargain with one guy’s arm covering my tits and another one licking my juices off his fingers. He’d walked in on me in the middle of a frantic orgasm before which I hadn’t even bothered to undress, one of my brothers eating me out while another played with my nipples and got a hand job. But he didn’t look disgusted. Instead, I could almost see his calculations. The wheels were already turning, and I might as well get a jump on things before he figured out too many repercussions from this news getting out.

  “I want in,” he said.

  “I’ll fucking kill you,” Waylon said, lunging for his brother as I tugged my prim little Christmas dress down to my knees.

  “I think Amber should answer that question” Holden said, looking down at me, his eyes all concern. It was hard to believe his eyes could look that tender when his fingers had been fucking me senseless less than a minute ago. I turned, my eyes meeting Cody’s. He’d always been so chill around me, almost cool toward me. I’d seen glimpses of his admiration, the desire he kept in check. But now, his eyes blazed with lust that shocked me a little. I didn’t know what a man would do in that state. Maybe go downstairs and tell his mother exactly what he’d seen. Maybe worse.

  “That’ll take some time,” I said. “But I think it could be arranged. For now, maybe you can watch.”

  Cody gulped so hard I could see his Adam’s apple bob. The heat of his gaze made my skin warm with some delicious sensation. I liked that I’d made him look that crazy. I liked that he wanted me that much. I liked the thought of him sitting over there wanting, and not being able to have me, and seeing how good I took care of his brothers. I wanted him to see me on all fours taking it from two of them at once. I wanted him to see me even dirtier than this.

  “What are you saying?” Waylon demanded, his jaw so tight I thought his tendons might snap.

  “I don’t mean right now,” Cody said, tearing his eyes away from me and holding up both hands. “And I don’t mean her. I don’t have to blackmail a woman to get laid. I want back into this family. In return, I won’t say a word. To anyone.”

  A shiver worked its way down my spine, and I slipped my arms back into my dress. I hadn’t given him enough credit. The look on his face told me he knew exactly who I was.

  “And what happens when you change your mind?” I asked.

  Cody smirked. “I can control myself.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “Can you?” I challenged. He was looking at me like he thought I was just that full of myself to think every man who set foot on the ranch would fall in love with me just because all my stepbrothers had. I didn’t, but I knew a lusty look when I saw one. He may not be willing to blackmail me, and he didn’t give off any creepy vibes, but he already wanted in on what we had. Not just the sex, but all of it. He saw our relationship, and he couldn’t help but want it. I couldn’t blame him one bit, but I was wasn’t about to let him come in and change things between us.

  Holden shifted and cleared his throat. “She’s got a point.”

  “Look, I made mistakes, and I apologized,” Cody said. “Believe me, I’ve learned my lesson. I may be a lot of things, but I’m not a liar. I don’t want your woman.”

  “You’re lying right now,” I said, staring him down. “If you want in on this, be a man and ask. You’re being sneaky as hell, Cody. That’s not how this works. We’re open and honest. You sitting out there alone in your cabin pining to be included isn’t going to work for any of us. In case you forgot, that’s what happened last time, or close enough.”

  “What are you suggesting, then?” he asked. “I can’t have in on it, I can’t stay out of it. What do you want from me, Amber?”

  The guys were all looking at me now, like I was the only one who could make this decision. Like it was my relationship, not our relationship.

  “I want you all to get along,” I said. Then I turned to Waylon. “I want you to work things out. I’m not making this decision. It’s not about me. When it comes time for a physical relationship, then it’s my turn to make the rules. But I won’t come between you. I’d rather bring you together than tear you apart.”

  “I already made a decision,” Waylon said, his voice hard.

  “Yeah, well, you made the wrong one,” I said. “So work it out. I want to have an amazing Christmas with my new family, and I don’t want two of you refusing to speak to each other for the next week or however long we’re snowed in. I know he hurt you, Waylon. I do. Trust me, I know it hurts.” I stepped over and took his hands in mine, silently begging him to understand.

  “I thought you weren’t making this decision,” Waylon said gruffly. His fingers tightened around mine, and even though his eyes were hard, I could feel the desperation in his grip.

  “You can’t hate him forever,” I said, squeezing his hands so he’d know I was there for the long haul. He didn’t have to hang on that hard. He didn’t have to hold on at all. But if he needed to, well, I was damn sure going to be there.

  “I wouldn’t be so sure,” Cody muttered.

  I kept my eyes on Waylon’s. “Somewhere in that big crabby heart of yours, under the claws and the prickly shell, you really love him. If you didn’t, you couldn’t hate him so hard.”

  After a long, long moment, Waylon gave an almost imperceptible nod. “I’ll work on it.”

  “Welcome to th
e ranch,” Sawyer said with a grin, clapping Cody’s back. “We’ve got a shit-ton of work to do to keep it from going under.”

  “I’m up for the challenge,” Cody said, looking slightly more relaxed now. He held out a hand to Waylon. After the longest five seconds of my life, Waylon gave his hand a quick pump. He barely looked at Cody, but at least he didn’t punch him, so I figured we were coming along at a great pace.

  “Let’s start with a probationary period,” Holden said. “To make sure we can trust you again.”

  “One year,” Waylon said, pulling me under his arm and squeezing me to him.

  Cody’s lips tightened, and his eyes flickered to me, but then he gave a quick nod. “One year.”

  “You work your ass off like the rest of us, pull your weight, and don’t even think about touching Amber.”

  Cody nodded again.

  “Not even if she begs,” Sawyer said. “And trust me, she can be pretty persuasive when she begs.”

  “Shut up,” I said, punching him in the arm.

  “And I gotta watch,” Cody said, his face stony. “Is that a punishment or a privilege?”

  “That’s up to you,” I said lightly.

  The look he gave me had me clenching my thighs together, heat pooling between them.

  “Ready to get back downstairs before someone else comes knocking?” Sawyer asked. He was still wearing nothing but boxer briefs, but he sure as hell wasn’t modest. Not that I wanted him to be. I could barely keep from leaning forward and licking all that bare skin. But he was right. It could have been worse than Cody. It could have been their mom who’d walked in on us, and I really didn’t want to deal with a dead body on Christmas Eve, especially if her death was caused by seeing her sweet little stepdaughter’s every orifice stuffed with a foot of cock at once.

  I straightened up my clothes a bit, Sawyer pulled on his pants and threw on a T-shirt, and we headed downstairs to greet Lidia. The living room was lit by the golden glow of the Christmas lights twinkling merrily on the tree and the blazing fireplace. The logs shifted and crackled, and Bing Crosby music floated from the kitchen. The smell of Cedar from the tree mingled with the scent of Sawyer’s distinctly un-burnt cookies.