Taming Jenna [Sequel to Saving Grace] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Stacey Espino

  “You’re too big,” she whined, her breathing coming in rapid gasps.

  “Hush.” He continued to push in, slowly filling her. Her pussy clamped impossibly tight around his dick, nearly making him come before he started.

  “Relax, darlin’,” said Trevor, brushing stray hairs from her forehead. He dipped his hand down her body and teased her clit. Conner didn’t brush him away—he wanted Jenna to enjoy herself, and Trevor knew how to make her relax. There may be something to sharing after all. They seemed to work together with a woman as easily as they did in the fields.

  Jenna began to make sexy mewling sounds, licking her lips and tightening around his cock. “She wants to suck something, Trev.” The men shared a wicked glance. Trevor climbed the solid table and straddled Jenna’s chest.

  * * * *

  Trevor couldn’t wait to feel Jenna’s sweet lips around his throbbing erection. When he watched her suck Conner, he only imagined taking his place. He looked down on Jenna, her arms straight above her head. She’d never get free from one of his knots. When she licked her lips, he thought he’d lose it. “You’re not gonna bite me, are you, sweet thing?”

  “I thought cowboys weren’t afraid of anything.” She licked her lips, and he couldn’t wait another second. Her mouth opened in a gasp as Conner pushed into her pussy from behind him. He used the opportunity to feed her his cock. Holding the base of his shaft, she clamped down around him, sucking greedily. Every time Conner thrust, she sucked harder, expelling her energy on his dick. He dropped forward, bracing his weight on his arms as he fucked her mouth.

  He lost track of time when Conner’s gruff voice suddenly commanded Jenna. “Come!” She tugged Trevor’s dick side to side in her mouth as she writhed on the wooden table. Any minute and she’d explode as she had in her apartment last night with him. His balls tightened as she continued to suckle him. “Jenna. Come!”

  She released her latch on his cock and called out as tremors wracked her body. It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. Conner groaned behind him. Trevor began to fist his shaft, desperate for release. Jenna’s body seemed to melt once Conner pulled out of her body. She watched him through hooded eyes as he straddled her, masturbating quick and hard. He tossed his head back as the pressure built up, taking him to that perfect pre-orgasmic realm. When he erupted, he watched as a strong arch of white ejaculate sprayed over Jenna’s breasts and neck. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen, but he also worried she’d kill him for defiling her.

  “You okay?” he asked. Her breathing appeared steadier now. He slipped off the table and noted Conner already untying her legs. Trevor did the same for her arms. As soon as she was free, he pulled her into his arms and held her. “Darlin’, answer me.”

  “I’m fine.” She rubbed her wrists, but he took them in his hands and kissed them.

  “I’m taking her back to my place to wash her up.” Conner already had his jeans and boots back on. “I’ll see you at sunrise.”

  Trevor didn’t want to leave her, didn’t want to hand her over to another man. But the two shared a brief look, one that said they needed this time alone together. Trevor wasn’t married to the woman. This was just some hard-core playing. He didn’t have the right to lay claim to her. “See you in the mornin’.” He kissed Jenna on the forehead before she was whisked out of his arms by Conner.

  They disappeared into the cool night air, consumed by darkness as soon as they crossed the threshold of the bay doors. Trevor grabbed a clean rag hanging over the nearest stall and cleaned himself before redressing. His cock was still semi-firm. He wanted to double fuck Jenna, to feel her tight, virgin ass grip him until he reached his peak inside her. But tonight crossed enough barriers. She’d need time before accepting two cocks at the same time.

  He held his shirt in one hand as he made his way back to the trailer. If he was expected to be alert for the last day of branding, he needed rest. If he could get Jenna off his mind, maybe he’d get some much-needed sleep.

  “You’re out late.” He nearly jumped out of his skin when the girl appeared from the corner of the barn.

  “Brittany? What are you still doing here?”

  It was too dark to make out her features, or what she wore. Instead, her hands landed on his bare chest. “Our mother wanted to stay an extra week. Apparently she likes it here.”

  “It is a beautiful piece of land.”

  “It’s boring.”

  His first reaction was to tell her that he could keep her boredom at bay. Any other time, he’d usher her back to the trailer, or to the tack room, and fuck her until she begged him to stop. This time, he said nothing. He realized that Jenna was branded on his brain, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was dishonoring her by being with another woman. What was wrong with him? He’d always been carefree when it came to sex. It’s how he lived.

  “Cowboy? I’m cold. Aren’t you going to warm me up?”

  The idea of intimacy with Brittany felt wrong. Somehow Jenna had claimed him. Was it the mark on his neck, or had she worked her way to his heart? Whatever it was, he wouldn’t bed another woman when all he could envision was Jenna’s baby blue eyes.

  “I’ll show you back to the house. Wagner usually has a fire going this time of night.” With a hand to her back, he navigated them through the dark backyard to the main house. She had her arms crossed over her chest, like a sullen child when the spotlights highlighted their forms.

  “Thanks for nothing.” Brittany slammed the patio doors to the kitchen shut behind her, leaving him alone with his confused thoughts and the long walk back to his trailer.

  Chapter Ten

  Jenna sat on the edge of Conner’s large bed and used the damp cloth he gave her to clean her chest. She’d never spent time in his cabin, only popped in every once in awhile with clean linen. It was small, but tidy. Simplistic. Conner was anything but simple. She wanted to know everything about him. Part of her had claimed both men as they each claimed her body. Were they even capable of committing? Was she even capable of love?

  “So this is where you hide out.” Jenna looked around the room. It was just one room with wood plank walls and a single window. No need for a kitchen since all the men had their meals at the main house. There was a long dresser and mirror, a blanket box, and a night-side table. An old, worn, brown leather chair sat in the far corner. She imagined him spending countless hours in that chair, staring at the walls and reflecting on memories better left forgotten. So much like her.

  “I’m not good with people.”

  She studied his back, the muscles flexing as he rummaged through his drawers. “You seem to get along well with Trevor.” He’d easily shared her with the other man, but without an emotional attachment to her, it wouldn’t be that hard. Just another fuck.

  “No more talking.” He turned around and held some sort of rubber sex toy in his hand. Her pussy clenched, and her heart rate picked up. Could she handle what he dished out? She wasn’t so sure now that she was alone with him.

  “Shall I call you master now?” She scoffed and tugged up the blanket to cover her breasts.

  “How about ‘big daddy’ then?” Jenna cringed.

  He tossed the toy on the bed and sat down beside her. Although he always looked ready to kill, she rarely saw him flustered, and he never raised his voice...He was an enigma. “I know about your father. Forget him. I’m your daddy now, understand?” Did she actually hear concern in his voice? Could it be that simple—allowing Conner to replace the wicked men from her past?

  “Conner, don’t go there. You don’t know the half of it.”

  “That’s the past. I’m here now. Nobody’s going to hurt you again because you have me.”

  He was close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his bare skin. Conner was a tall man, all sinewy muscle and broad shoulders. Nobody ever spoke gently to her, always treating her as she portrayed herself—tough and cold. She felt tears pricking at the backs of her eyes, but she didn’t do tears. What wa
s happening to her? “I have you tonight. Tomorrow’s another story.”

  He scowled. “Lie down.”

  Why the fuck not? She’d already crossed too many personal barriers to fathom. She dropped to her back with an exhale. There was no fight left in her.

  “You’re beautiful. You know that, right?”

  “You’re not so bad yourself.” She offered a smile. Conner wasn’t one to give compliments, and she appreciated it, for what it was worth.

  He ran a finger down her inner thigh, making her shiver. “I’m going to teach you to trust me, Jenna.”

  “You’ve got your work cut out for you, cowboy. I don’t do trust.”

  “That’s why I have to teach you.” He parted her legs, standing directly in front of her prone body. Conner stared down at her with a blank face—no lust, no hunger, no love or hate. She felt her nerves rising under his scrutinizing gaze. When she reached for the sheet to cover herself, he shook his head slowly, so she dropped her hand. He had such a dominant energy that even she felt compelled to obey.

  He took a deep breath and opened the drawer to his night-side table, and then reached for the toy lying beside her. She watched in fascination as he drizzled the clear lube onto the red rubber toy.

  “What do you plan on doing with that thing?”

  “Do you know what it is?” He held it out for her visual inspection.

  She shook her head. It was too small to be a dildo.

  “It’s a butt plug.” Conner licked his lips, looking down on her with a new feral need. “Have you ever been fucked up the ass?”

  “Hell no!” She shifted up to lean on her elbows.

  He scowled, his eyes darkening. “I guess I should have warned you. When you refuse to listen, you get punished.”

  As much as she wanted to kick him in the nuts and bolt from the cabin, her curiosity was also piqued—and the man looked so goddamn sexy standing there in just his faded blue jeans. What would it feel like to trail her tongue over his chest, down his ripped abs? She wanted to feel his nipple rings as she sucked them. Besides, she was a big girl, and not often afraid of physical pain.

  She resigned. “Do your worst, cowboy.” She may have agreed to play along, but he didn’t intimidate her.

  Before she knew what was happening, he’d twisted her around to her stomach and hoisted her further up on the bed so he could straddle the backs of her legs. She tried to push up on her arms, but a strong hand forced her back down to the mattress.

  “Three should be enough for a first offense, don’t you think?” She wasn’t sure what he was talking about until his palm came down hard on her ass. Jenna screeched and twisted in an attempt to dish out the same punishment to Conner, but again, he held her in place. Another spank, and then another. The guy had big hands, just as he had a big dick to match. Her ass cheek throbbed, but for some reason her clit had been sent into overdrive and now pulsed to a desperate beat. She wanted more, but wouldn’t dare ask and show weakness.

  “Now we can get somewhere.” Conner spread her ass cheeks apart, and the cool jolt of the lubed toy hit her puckered hole. She clenched down hard in an attempt to resist his invasion.

  “Stick that thing up your own ass!”

  “This will be much easier if you relax. But if you want it hard and fast, I have no problem with it. You’ll be the one with the sore ass.”

  He had a point. This was going to happen, so she may as well get the most out of the experience. Jenna realized her ass was a virgin, untouched. She didn’t want another painful memory, but a good one, good enough to help her forget the other.

  She took measured breaths and loosened her muscles. She wanted to tell him she was afraid, that this was all so new to her, but sharing her feelings felt too foreign. Instead, she braced herself as he twisted the toy into her impossibly tight opening. He didn’t use force, but slow, measured movements. When it lodged snuggly, he rolled her to her back so he straddled her waist. “It feels weird,” she said.

  “It’ll feel much better soon enough. I just need to loosen you up so I can share you properly tomorrow.”

  More than a night? “You’re gonna share me with Trevor?” she asked, disbelief ringing in her words.

  “He likes you. If I try and keep you for myself, there’ll be a shit storm to pay.”

  Her mind reeled. Trevor and Conner acted as if these sex games were going to continue long-term. Did they plan to keep her as the ranch whore, to be used as needed? No way in hell would that happen. She’d given herself to Trevor when she was at an emotional low. After he taught her the pleasures of the flesh, she had willingly allowed Conner to join them, only because she’d harbored secret desires for both men for years.

  “Now for those pretty little nipples.” He drew two pink clips from his jean pocket.

  “Nope. Uh-uh.” She fought him now, not willing to have him torture her breasts. Jenna managed to land several sharp blows to his chest before he shackled her wrists by the sides of her head. She felt vulnerable without a weapon, but it also felt liberating to hand over power. He had said this was about trust, but trust was the hardest thing to give over.

  He dipped his head and sucked her tit, his goatee grazing her sensitive flesh. As pressure rose in her cunt, she clenched around the rubber toy and gasped at the thrill that spiraled through the length of her body. “That’s a girl. Now you’re getting it.”

  “But I was naughty. Aren’t you gonna spank me again?” Please spank me.

  His chuckle was dark and sinful. This cowboy was sex on a stick, and she wanted everything he had to dish out. “Only if you call me, Big Daddy.”

  That was a difficult one, but so necessary. The past needed to stay where it belonged. Jenna was a strong, independent woman. She shouldn’t be a prisoner to her nightmares—she was better than that.

  “Spank me, Big Daddy.” She swallowed hard. Once the words came out, the floodgates of her desire were unleashed.

  “Say please.”

  “Fucking spank me!” She tugged her hands, still locked in place against the mattress by his strong hold. He looked at her with a twisted desire. She preferred this over the blank slate—at least he could feel something.

  He shifted until he had both her wrists in one hand and nearly dragged her body to the edge of the bed as he stood up beside it, like a primitive man and his mate. With a firm hold on her, he dipped his free hand under the bed and came up with a length of rope. “Hold still,” he said as he stretched her arms up toward the wooden headboard. “You sure you wanna get spanked again? You may just regret that decision.”

  Conner wasn’t gentle, but didn’t hurt her either. She enjoyed this rough side of him. Jenna may be petite, but she worked as hard as any of the men on the ranch. She craved Conner’s brutality, his rough and dirty cowboy handling.

  Once secured, he rolled her to her side and smacked her ass. Hard. She yelped, and then begged for more. Jenna promised herself not to beg, but she needed this so damn badly. Her body had heated to such a degree, that if he released her, she’d wrestle him down just to get a feel, a taste.

  He wiggled the toy in her ass, sending an illicit jolt through her body—followed by a solid smack to her ass cheek. Conner continued the sequence until she was moaning. The meaty sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the small room.

  “Had enough?”

  She narrowed her eyes, tugging at her binds. “Untie me.”

  He shook his head, so she attempted to kick him. Her mind and body battled with a violent mix of desire and aggression. She wanted to hurt and fuck, even sink her teeth into his thick muscles. Conner easily grabbed her calf and kissed her ankle teasingly before tossing her limb back on the bed unceremoniously. He kicked off his pants, leaving her in awe at the size of his monster cock. She’d actually had that inside her earlier.

  “You’re being a bad girl, Jenna. Maybe I shouldn’t give you my cock.”

  If he denied her with her body this pent up, she was sure she’d die. “Fuck you, Conner. G
et your ass on this bed!”

  “You don’t understand how this works, do you?” He knelt on the bed, his cock jutting out like a virile arrow. She attempted to kick him again, so he pinned her legs between his as he straddled her. “I’m in control.”

  She bit her tongue. He could say whatever he wanted now because she wouldn’t be restrained forever. Conner leaned forward and collected her breasts in his hands. His hot mouth covered one of her nipples and sucked. “God, yes!” She was starved for stimulation at this point. Her ass continually convulsed around the evil phallus, nearly bringing her to orgasm.

  “If I untie you, will you be a good girl for your Big Daddy?”

  “Untie me.”

  “Don’t fuck with me or I’ll spank your ass until it’s red as a branding iron.” He leaned up to unfasten the rope holding her arms above her head. The moment she was free, she lunged to a sitting position and gripped his shoulders. She did a quick visual sweep of his body, so close. Those nipple rings and tats had a direct effect on her hormone level.

  “Your ink…”

  He glanced at his upper arm. “What about my ink?”

  She bit her lower lip as her stomach cramped with need. “I wanna taste.”

  * * * *

  Conner wasn’t used to allowing women to have their way with him. He gave the orders, and they followed willingly. Still, he couldn’t deny Jenna. The thought of her lips grazing the flag on his chest or demons on his arms made his cock pulse and thicken.

  “Then taste.”

  She started at his shoulder, tasting and nipping, moving down his muscled arm. Her tongue painted a hot trail along his tat. He’d gotten those after he left home for the last time, after he faced off with his father. They were symbolic of the demons that plagued his thoughts. If he could give them residence on his body, maybe they’d leave his head—no such luck.