by Brynn Paulin
Table of Contents
Title Page
Roped by the Team Copyright © 2014 Brynn Paulin
Book Description
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
About the Author
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Roped by the Team
A Daly Way Story
By Brynn Paulin
Resplendence Publishing, LLC
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Roped by the Team
Copyright © 2014 Brynn Paulin
Edited by Liza Green and CJ Slate
Cover Art by Les Byerley
Published by Resplendence Publishing, LLC
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Electronic Release: March 2014
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places or occurrences, is purely coincidental.
A year ago, Moon Szuzman had a life-changing encounter with three cowboys out on the range of the Flying D ranch. It promised to become something forever, but when they returned to civilization, everything went crazy. A freak fire plunged the men into nonstop work yet caused Moon to lose her job. Needing employment, she took another in LA, leaving her family, the men and Daly far behind.
Now returning for vacation, she finds three determined cowboys ready to do anything to convince her stay. She agrees to a fling—and only a fling—unsure they’ll want her once they learn her secrets. She soon finds herself roped by the team she left behind, and that team isn’t willing to let her go without a fight.
Note: The original encounter between these four is contained in the short story, One for the Team, however Roped by the Team is a standalone book that can be enjoyed without reading the original work.
To my faithful and patient readers. Much love!
Prologue
Moonbeam Szuzman shifted, her eyebrows drawing together as she wondered why her front side was chilly and her back was so warm. And when had her bed ever been so hard? Her shoulder ached as if someone had slipped a rock beneath her sheets.
When firm lips pressed to her neck and an arm tightened around her waist, it all came back. She’d been stranded in the middle of nowhere. Three cowboys—cowboys who’d shown their interest in the past months—had rescued her, and as one thing had led to another, she’d given herself to them. Not just one of them. All of them.
It wasn’t an unusual a thing in Daly, Wyoming, where they lived, but it was rather unusual for her. After college, she’d vowed to be less wild…less like her free-spirited mom…less like the frat groupie she’d once aspired to be. For six years she’d been good.
Now in one night she’d blown her vow. Well, the mean girls who’d liked to call her a whore weren’t here where there was nothing but stars, cows and cowboys. One indiscretion—one freaking hot indiscretion—wouldn’t hurt her. And being with Pete, Sully and Cord didn’t seem wrong, but it could only be this one time. She couldn’t slide down the slippery slope of sex, sex and more sex. No matter how much she liked it. She had a professional reputation to maintain.
“You’re thinking too much,” Pete growled low against her ear. He rolled her onto her back on the bedroll and yanked the blanket so it covered them as he settled between her thighs. They’d gotten dressed before bedding down, but the ridge of his cock pressed against her pussy. Her body responded with a warm melting sensation in her middle. Though she’d had the three men earlier, she wanted to be filled again.
“What about…” Biting her lip, she slid her gaze sideways to where Sully and Cord slept on the other side of the campfire. They’d pleasured her thoroughly, but she’d soon discovered they were a couple. And darn it, if they weren’t adorable curled together as they slept—not that she’d dare to let them hear her call them that.
“Trust me, they won’t mind,” Pete answered. His lips brushed over hers. Once…twice…as if testing her willingness. He groaned when her lips parted and she lifted her head to press closer to him. His fingers threaded into her hair as he cupped the back of her head. His mouth sealed over hers, and he groaned again, his tongue delving inside and the sound vibrating through her.
Moon shifted restlessly beneath him, needing to feel more of him and wanting his naked body against hers. “Yes…Pete…” she breathed against him as he cupped her breast through her shirt. She wanted him inside. She needed his calloused, work-hardened palm scraping over her soft flesh and tormenting the sensitive nipple. A flood of need slicked her cunt while his caresses caused her nerves to grow taut, tugging…tugging…harder at her core.
How could he have her mindless in less than two minutes? Foreplay be damned. She wanted him in her now.
His mouth left hers, and he kissed a trail along her jaw to her neck. His day-old whiskers abraded her tender skin and reminded her that this was no ordinary man preparing to fuck her. This was a legendary rugged man, the sort immortalized as the toughest of guys. The cowboy—tonight, her cowboy.
“I want you so fucking much,” he muttered as he unbuttoned her shirt partway then pushed it off without messing with the rest of the closure. She hadn’t bothered to put her bra back on earlier since she’d been going to sleep, and now, Pete closed his mouth over one peak and drew hard.
Dear God…
She groaned loudly, burying her face in his shoulder to muffle the sounds of her deep arousal. Had she known what utter pleasure these cowboys were capable of giving her, she would have found a way to be with them sooner—
No, she wouldn’t have. This was against her rules. But…holy freaking cow… The way he sucked one nipple and pinched the other had her pussy clenching in near orgasm. She was so close.
“You’re gonna make me come,” she gasped into his neck. She felt it twisting up on her center, readying to unfurl into a screaming cataclysm and he hadn’t even gotten off her clothes yet. Her jeans were still zipped and firmly buttoned at her waist.
“I want you to come,” he replied, dark amusement in his tone. The control of it made her shiver as it spoke to secret needs, deep inside her. Needs she’d once tried so desperately to fill. “I want you to come,” he repeated, “then I’m going to drive my cock into you so hard you’ll feel me for days. I want to feel your cunt squeezing every bit of the seed from my cock as you clamp around me.” He shifted so he could bring his mouth to her ear. “While you milk it from me.”
A shudder of pleasure worked through her at his naughty words, spoken so quietly they were only for her. Though Cord and Sully were mere feet away, she and Pete may as well have been alone.
“Please,” she whispered. She reached for his waistband, but he gently moved them away.
“Put your hands underneath you,” he commanded quietly. “Cross your wrists and keep them there.”
She bit her lip, intrigued by his bondage without bondage. Following his command, she moved her arms as he’d said. On the hard ground, barely padded by the bedroll, the position was a little
uncomfortable, but the excitement of what they were doing erased any twinges of tenderness. As soon as she’d complied, he opened her jeans and worked them down her legs. They caught on the boots she’d put back on earlier, not trusting any critters not to eat her toes in her sleep. She could bend her legs, but not get free. Then Pete’s knees anchored the fabric, and she was well and truly stuck.
“I guess your legs are all bound up, too,” he commented, delight dancing in his eyes as he positioned himself to gaze down at her. “Some day, we’ll have to play with my ropes.”
She licked her lips, imagining being even more bound for him. Yes, she wanted that. Too bad, this was only for tonight.
“I like that you’re at my mercy,” he told her. One of his hands snaked under her, and he captured her wrists in one hard-fingered fist. Propped on the elbow of the same arm, he brought his other hand to the juncture of her thighs. Slowly, he traced the seam while she trembled beneath him, her body jerking in response and deep need. She liked being immobilized beneath him and at his whim. Right now, his whim was to tease her to madness.
“Please,” she moaned. Her eyes closed, and her head lolled back and forth on the lumpy excuse for a pillow.
“Please?” he asked. His lips traced her ear before his teeth caught her earlobe. “Please what?”
Please…what? She didn’t know. More. She just needed more.
“Stop teasing me,” she begged. “Just deeper. Touch me.”
“I am touching you,” he countered as his thumb then his knuckles traced her crease once more.
“Inside,” she almost growled between her clenched teeth. Her arms jerked, but he held her firm.
“Like this?” he asked. One long, thick finger pushed inside her channel until he was as far as he could go. His thumb rubbed her clit, circling, tapping, roughly flicking. The invading digit pushed in and out of her while her hips lifted into him as far as she could with his body pressing her down. Soon, he added a second finger. All the while, he tormented the nub of nerves that was driving her wild. Her breathing shuddered out of control then his mouth clamped over hers as she screamed, her pussy closing like a vise around his pumping hand, her entire being exhilarated at being held down, restrained by him as she exploded under his touch.
Just as he’d promised, he shoved down his jeans enough to free his cock and roll on a condom. He plunged inside her while the walls of her pussy were still clamping down in orgasm. His wide length forced apart the tender tissues as he drove deep. There was no gentle claiming. He took her to the hilt, hard, his pubis knocking into her clit with enough force to explode new stars behind her eyes.
“God, yes,” she moaned, trying to lift into him as he pistoned. He was rough, and that was just what she needed tonight. Just what she’d needed after the months of stress she’d had.
“Damn, you’re so fucking wet, so fucking hot,” Pete growled into her ear. “Your cunt is like a fist around my cock. Hell, baby, I’m not gonna last.”
Yet he pumped forcefully into her until she exploded again, her cum flowing around him and trickling down to her ass. His fingers tightened almost painfully around her wrists, and he bent so he could draw on a nipple. He sucked hard, until she writhed beneath him, on the verge of another orgasm. And when his teeth caught the tip, she went over the edge, with him following right after.
* * * *
Pete watched as Sully pulled Moon up to sit behind him on the horse. Part of Pete protested, but he squelched it. He and Moon had had fun last night, but she was for the three of them, not just him. He couldn’t be selfish or this ménage thing wouldn’t work. His life had already been destroyed by selfishness once, and now that he’d rebuilt his existence, he wasn’t letting that happen again.
“Everyone’s going to know what happened here,” Moon said. Pete bit back a smile as she tried to suppress her groan. She’d been fucked so thoroughly last night by all of them, then by him, then by all of them once more as the sun rose, that it was a wonder she could walk this morning. His team would be useless today, and Moon would be in dire need of a nap.
“No one will know,” Pete assured her. “We cleaned up in the stream. Our clothes look all straight.”
“You just have to stay awake so we don’t have to explain how you fell off the horse,” Cord added. “Well. Hmm. They might spot the circles under your eyes, but hey, the crew are all men. They’re not that perceptive.”
“They’ll notice,” she murmured.
Grinning, Pete rode ahead of the pair while she and Sully spoke quietly. When he looked back, Sully had moved Moon to sit in front of him. Probably a good thing. She looked about ready to drop—and dropping from a horse would pretty much ruin the great night they’d had.
Cord rode up beside him. “You doing okay?”
“Yeah…why?”
“You and Miz Moon there seemed pretty into each other last night. You sure Sul and I aren’t third wheels?”
“All for one and one for all,” Pete quipped. Funny how that seemed to be taking on new meaning. They were all for Moon and she was the one for them. “We’ve talked about this before,” he said. “We all share.”
“That was great in theory when we were talking about our future,” Cord said. “But what about now? You know, now that you’ve had her?”
“We all share,” Pete reiterated. That’s how it would be.
Chapter One
A year… It had been almost a year since she’d left Daly. Moonbeam Szuzman looked around the town as she took in the changes. There weren’t a lot. In fact, if it weren’t for the still-melting snow banks from the early spring storm that had hit last week, the place would look exactly the same.
She wrapped her arms around her waist as she stood on the sidewalk in front of Leena’s Diner, the only place in town to grab a bite. She’d parked her car a few yards away and it was a damn sight chillier here than in Southern California where she’d been working, but nostalgia had her lingering and staring about like a tourist. Or a homesick woman.
She’d lived here less than two year before she’d left, but Daly had left a huge mark on her being. She’d fallen in love with Daly, the underdeveloped town with an air reminiscent of Beaver Cleaver’s Mayfield. Well, except for it pretty much being the ménage capitol of the world. But who knew what June and Ward had done in their bedroom anyway.
She shook her head, chuckling at the thought and conceding that despite its penchant for polygamy, Daly still held to wholesome family values. After the dog-eat-dog, backstabbing months away from here, this town was a breath of fresh air.
So who cared if she was currently freezing her butt off? She needed to absorb this place.
“Moon?”
Jumping, she turned toward the deep voice that sent pleasure skating along her spine.
“Pete…” God, he looked good. All rugged, hardworking cowboy. His shirt and jeans molded to his muscular body, the knees dirty and the lower leg splattered with mud. His boots, too, were caked by dirt. He held his hat in his hands and his dark hair was askew from an apparent finger combing.
Anxiously, she tried to breathe around the instant arousal that pulsed through her. No slick celebrity had ever looked as good as this ranch hand. Peering into his tanned face and the dark eyes eating her up, she knew her craving wasn’t one-sided. He still wanted her, even after all this time.
“I thought I was hallucinating,” he said, with a dry laugh. “This was the last place I expected to see you after you took off the way you did.”
She frowned. Okay, maybe she’d imagined that he still desired her. “I didn’t take off,” she snapped. She shook her head, took a deep breath and told herself to calm down. Carefully, she modulated her tone as she would when dealing with a self-entitled rock star. “I lost my job because of the Flying D’s fire, and I left. End of story.”
“You didn’t even say goodbye. You didn’t give us a chance to—” He cut off suddenly as if not wanting to finish his sentence.
“It was one nigh
t,” she replied gently. One perfect night but one night nonetheless. They’d ridden up to the main compound that next day and found two of the ranch’s main buildings fully engulfed in fire. The losses had been huge, and the Flying D had dropped their sponsorship for the upcoming Daly Rodeo and County Fair. Without them, there could be no event, and without the event, Moon had no work. Overseeing the rodeo had been ninety percent of what she’d been hired to do here. Pete and his team, Cord and Sully—also her lovers for that midnight tryst—had been so consumed with repairs and recovery at the ranch, that she hadn’t seen them before she’d left town, just a week later.
“It was more than that,” he said quietly as he shoved his hat back on his head. Replacing his armor. Moon recognized the action. “How long are you here?” he asked.
She shrugged. “My boss is on vacation. I don’t go back to work until he gets back, so I’m visiting my sisters.”
“So a week? Two?”
“Or three or a month, maybe two. Or it could only be a few days.”
Pete’s brow furrowed.
She sighed. “I’m a personal assistant for…someone famous,” she hedged, not wanting to reveal exactly who. “He tends to take time away every year to rediscover himself and when he does, he doesn’t tell anyone where he’s going, he doesn’t take anyone with him and he never says when he’s coming back. He returns only when he’s ready. So…I don’t know how long I’m visiting. I’ll get a call a few days before I have to be back.”
“Weird.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Sun told me you work for Ree Mac.”
“You know of him?”
“Yeah…”
Silence stretched between them after that, as if neither had anything to say. Moon shoved her hands into her pockets and scuffed her shoe on the sidewalk. She actually had plenty to say, things she wanted to tell him, but none of it seemed appropriate right now. Too much time lay between them.
