by Brynn Paulin
Her cries built behind the gag until they became a scream. Colors flew before her eyes and blood rushed past her ears. She was flying. Dying. She’d never experienced such…pleasure. It was…exquisite.
“Yes, baby. Yes.” She heard the words distantly. He’d pulled off the gag and kissed her passionately. She gasped into his mouth, barely able to breathe as her release clamped around her. And his fingers were still pumping, still stroking, obviously intent on drawing another climax from her.
As her vision grew fuzzy, her focus narrowing to see only his eyes, she gave herself over to it.
“You feel so good. Been so long,” she muttered against his cheek. “So long… Oh God!”
His nail flicked over her clit, delivering a pleasure/pain that sent her over the edge once more.
“Shit, man,” Sully grated over the seat. “I’m hard as a spike just from listening. Let’s just pull over.”
“Not until we’re home,” Pete growled as Moon’s senses cleared slightly. He was on edge. She felt him on the inside of her thigh where it pressed his crotch, and she saw it on his face. He was barely keeping from crawling over her.
“Take me here,” she urged. “Please.”
The windows were tinted in the back. Even on the slim chance they met traffic, no one would see inside.
“I don’t have a condom,” he said then shook his head as one sailed at him from the front seat. Moon giggled, pressing her head into his neck. Apparently, Sully had protection covered.
Groaning, Pete shifted her. Swiftly, he yanked off her pants then shoved down his own. His thick cock jutted upward, a flag of his desire. He pulled her over to straddle his lap then yanked open her blouse. The rope wound her middle, leaving her breasts free and at his mercy. Tugging aside one cup of her bra, he clamped his mouth over her nipple while she felt his hand moving between them.
Moon shrieked as instant rapture arrowed from her chest to her core when he drew hard on her. At the same time, Pete drew her down and impaled her on his cock. His hips jerked up into her as she rocked, fucking him with the full frenzy winding through her.
His teeth raked down the tip of her breast then he pulled down the second cup and latched on to the other peak.
“Yes,” Moon called.
“Holy crap, that’s so hot,” Sully muttered from in front.
Moon heard a thumping and the swoosh of fabric against fabric, but she wasn’t sure what it was until suddenly, a second pair of hands ran over her shoulders and upper back. Sully. Pete turned to lean against the door while Sully knelt behind her. His body pressed to her back as he cupped her breasts. He held one to Pete as he rolled the opposite nipple between his fingers. Oh yes, she hadn’t forgotten this…yet…she had forgotten how decadent, how wonderful it felt.
Sully reached between her and Pete to find her clit. As Pete fucked her, Sully rubbed the bundle of nerves, until Moon could hardly stand the overwhelming pleasure rolling over her in waves. It was too sharp, too strong…
“Let go,” Pete murmured as she fought the sensations. “Let go. Let it have you.”
“No,” she groaned, but her orgasm was too much. “Yes! Oh God! Yes,” she sobbed.
“Oh fuck,” he ground out. His hands clamped on her hips, and she felt him exploding into her, his face slack with his release.
She was still breathing hard as Sully lifted her from Pete’s lap and settled her onto his erection. “My turn,” he grated, harshly as he plowed upward.
“Oh God,” she gasped. “Oh my God!” She’d be exhausted before these three were finished with her—she had no doubt Cord would take her soon, too.
Where Pete had gone slow with her, Sully had no such compunctions. Eagerly, he surged into her, fucking her hard and swift. His fingers bit into her hips as he guided her up and down his shaft, but she didn’t care. Every touch, every sound, the rough seat beneath her knees, where they were…it all worked together to keep her at a high that threatened mindless oblivion.
“Shit, honey, you feel like a dream around my cock. And these…” Sully leaned in and captured one of her nipples. “I could stay here all night.”
Moon shuddered as lightning burst through her and brought another release as her spasming walls squeezed his cock. Pete turned her head toward him and kissed her hard, capturing her cries while Sully grunted beneath her.
“Fu-uck!” Sully yelled as his head fell back, and his eyes slammed shut. He jerked under her as he lost himself. She smiled against Pete’s lips. She hadn’t been this happy in a year. Thank God, they’d decided to make a move today.
The truck lurched as Cord braked harshly. Worried there was trouble, she looked up as Sully moved her from his lap and pulled his pants into place. They were in front of a large, red-painted house with white trim. Before she could contemplate it though, the door beside her whipped open and Cord pulled her from the cab. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her, and she kissed along his neck. Though she was bare from the waist down, she trusted these men not to expose her to anyone.
Between them, Cord fumbled with his pants then a condom. Before she knew it, her back smacked into the front door, and he slid deep inside her.
“Man, you guys are anxious,” she laughed breathlessly as he pumped into her. Pete came up beside them, kissing her again while Sully moved behind Cord. Hands brushed her chest, but they weren’t cupping her. They were caressing Cord as he moved.
“It makes me so hot watching you fuck her,” she heard Sully whisper into Cord’s ear. “Fuck her harder.”
She gasped into Pete’s mouth as Cord followed the command from his male lover. Pushing her shoulders against the door for leverage, she arched her hips into Cord, fucking him as powerfully as he did her. She cried out as her clit rubbed his pubis, the friction sending sparks before her eyes.
“Holy…oh damn,” Cord gasped. Both his arms wrapped her waist and he pulled her flush to his chest. He burrowed his face into her neck as he grunted. None of them moved, even as the spring chill licked at their skin. Silence surrounded the four of them, broken only by their heavy, jagged breaths.
Slowly, Moon’s mind cleared, and she realized there wasn’t silence at all. Cows lowed nearby, and she heard a tractor in the distance. A bamboo wind chime swung gently in the slight breeze, its dulcet, soothing tones relaxing her.
“Where are we?” she asked, craning her neck to look over Cord’s powerful, wide shoulder.
“Home,” Pete replied.
“Home? I thought you lived in town.”
“We did then Pete got promoted,” Sully told her. “Since we’re his team—and his friends and such—we got to tag along.”
Pete blew out a deriding breath. “You’re not tagging along. You’re as close to a family as I have, and you work damn hard, too. There’s no reason for you not to share the benefits.”
“Promoted,” Moon repeated, feeling as if she had so much to catch up on. She laughed. “Congratulations. Must be good if it came with a house.”
“He’s the ranch foreman now. The fire was the fault of the old foreman, and even more, it was worse because of his negligence. Pete was already picking up the man’s slack, but there was only so much he could do and get his job done, too,” Sully told her sounding both disgruntled at the former employee and proud of Pete.
Pete slung an arm around Sully’s shoulders. “My own personal cheerleader.”
“Rah,” Sully joked.
Moon cuddled closer to Cord—or at least as close as she could get without her arms. As much as she wanted to catch up on what had been happening while she’d been away, she was mostly naked and getting chilly. Cord’s warmth helped, but her ass felt icy. Plus, well…she was in quite the compromising position outside and apparently, they were somewhere on the Flying D where sundry cowboys or God forbid her sister could come wandering past.
Pete stroked her cheek and grinned, somehow guessing her thoughts—perhaps because of the heat she felt creeping into her cheeks. “No one comes back h
“There’s always a first time,” she muttered. “And my rear’s getting chilly.”
Cord’s hands scooped down to splay over her buttocks.
She tilted back her head to look at him and raised an eyebrow. “Not helping. So boys, is there a reason we can’t go in the house?”
Cord eased her to her feet then guided her into Pete’s waiting embrace. “Actually, I left the keys in the truck. Be right back.”
He took off, doing a half jump-half jog as he adjusted his pants. Moon snorted, filled with absurd joy at the way her day had turned out.
Chapter Three
The entry and the front room of the men’s home hit Moon as male, totally male. The guys had been given carte blanche to do what they wanted with the house—well, Pete had anyway, since he was the foreman now. Apparently, what they wanted was rugged, fresh off the range cowboy.
“We’ve been busy as a box of angry hornets since moving in here,” Pete told her as he gave her a brief tour of the first floor. “We haven’t got a chance to do anything with it,” he explained then scratched the back of his head, looking abash. “Well. Hell. I can’t say we woulda really decorated or anything. That’s not really our thing. Good enough is good enough.”
Good enough is good enough? What did that mean?
“It’s picked up,” she offered. Maybe she could help the guys with getting in some comforts while she was on vacation. The couch seemed—well, as old as it was she wasn’t so sure it shouldn’t be called a settee. And it didn’t appear comfortable. It just looked ancient and sized for petite women.
“We don’t use this part of the house much. I just use the desk over there.” He gestured at a roll-top desk to the side of the room that was littered with papers and writing implements. A shiny, laptop computer sat on it, looking out of place.
He took her gently by her upper arm since she was still tied and led her through the large foyer. “Everyone calls this place the Red House. It’s one of the oldest structures here so it’s kind of a landmark. It dates back to the mid-eighteen hundreds or something like that. It sure creaks enough to remind you of its age.”
Sully and Cord followed silently behind them as Pete showed her the formal dining room and a vacant room that had once been a library or office but was just storing boxes now. A couple steps down, took them into an obvious addition to the back of the house where they entered a large, airy kitchen with a long counter to one side, dividing it from the family room on the other half of the space. This was where the men lived. Not up front.
She looked around at the guys to find them all watching her. Three sets of eyes devoured her. She bit her lip. They wanted sex again. Her heart sped up, and a warm thrill seeped through her pussy. She wanted them, too.
She wiggled her shoulders. “Any chance of you untying me?” she asked.
“Mmm, don’t think so,” Pete replied. “You seem to be a flight risk.”
Moon lifted an eyebrow. “Yeah, I’d get really far with no car and no clothes. I’d probably be waylaid by every cowboy in a ten mile radius.”
“Probably more than that,” Cord laughed. Sully stood behind him, with his arms around the man’s waist, free with his sexuality in the privacy of their home.
Pete on the other hand growled at her words. She turned to look at him. “You’re picky about who you share with?”
“Yeah. Really picky,” he answered.
Her stomach lurched at his possessive tone. It wasn’t as if she’d sleep with whomever offered. Cord, Sully and Pete were the exceptions to the rules she’d set out for herself after her wild youth. Being with them was normal around here, but “Daly normal” wasn’t exactly her grown-up life goal.
She’d lost so much respect in high school and college. She’d been known as the girl most likely to fuck anything on two legs. It hadn’t exactly been true, but she’d still been really lucky not to get pregnant or catch something. Most of the girls she’d known had hated her. Heck, she hadn’t had many favorable thoughts about herself either. Being the daughter of a hippie wanderer had left her lonely and rootless, though. Sleeping with those guys, well, she’d felt connected and important just for a moment, never mind how she’d felt afterward.
She couldn’t let herself go down that road again. It was only recently that she’d stopped seeing herself as worthless trash. She was important. She didn’t need sex to feel worth. She could make a difference in her world without being a mattress for every horny man she met.
But these three…
These three torched her resolve to be good.
These three made her long for things she couldn’t have. She couldn’t have a permanent relationship. Not without coming clean about her past. A union built on lies would crumble once it ate away her soul bit by bit. And she couldn’t stay here in Daly. She had no purpose here. Her job was on the west coast, managing the life of one of the world’s hottest stars. That was her purpose. That was how she’d affect the world.
“Moon. Baby, are you okay?”
She blinked as the room came back to focus. Pete’s face was inches from hers as his concerned gaze bored into her.
“I…” She shook her head then offered a rueful explanation. “Sorry, just remembering something.”
Pete’s warm palms cupped her shoulders, brushing the exposed skin. “You looked upset,” he said quietly.
She shook her head again. “No. No, I’m fine. Really.”
She grinned and looked over at the other two men, determined to make the most of this interlude before she returned to her straight-laced life where her boss, Ree, and his acquaintances regarded her as The Ice Queen. Ree had lain down the law to the other men—and a few women—that Moon was off-limits. He would not have another assistant run off by constant come-ons.
Before she went back to that insular life, she’d raise one more bout of hell and fuck these three cowboys enough to keep her satisfied for years.
You’ll never be satisfied.
She pushed aside the thought.
“So…what now?” she asked, ducking away from Pete’s hands and the caresses that touched far more than her skin. It made her uncomfortable with a longing that couldn’t be requited. Forever, belonging and familiar intimacy weren’t hers.
She purposely turned away from him as she grinned at Sully and Cord. The tip of her tongue flicked across her bottom lip. “I’m kinda hungry.”
She dropped to her knees, making her meaning clear and distracting them the one way she knew always worked with men.
“Dear God, I remember that mouth,” Cord groaned. He was across the space separating them before either of the other two thought to move. “Me first,” he demanded, catching her hair in his fingers and tilting her head back. He bent over her, devouring the lips she’d have wrapped around him as soon as possible.
Her fingers curled as she wished she could reach for his fly and hurry him along. As if sensing her desire, he unzipped his pants. He hadn’t bothered with the button when he’d sprinted to the truck for the keys and the denim had been riding tantalizingly low during the house tour. She could see where the thin strip of hair that trailed down from his navel widened. They’d all removed their boots when they’d entered the house, so he had his jeans off in a flash.
Her mouth watered at the long, thick cock before her. Cord and Pete were quite similar, though Pete’s erection was heavily veined in comparison. She loved to palpate those throbbing ridges with her tongue. She hadn’t been paying a wit of attention to structure in the truck, but she remembered Sully wasn’t as long as these two. He was wider. All of them were endowed for decadent pleasure.
This could be an absolutely amazing vacation.
Anticipation lit through her as Cord straightened and stepped closer. She opened her mouth, leaning toward him, trying desperately to keep her balance. She had to widen the stance of her knees and as the cool air licked at her overheated folds, she was struck by how submissive this all was, how close to some of the BDSM books she’d read. Not that she thought any of these guys were heavily into that—maybe Pete more so than the others—but it turned her on in dark ways she’d only ever contemplated in her head.
As Cord’s cock pushed between her lips, she closed her eyes and moaned. She was their slave. She was theirs to do with as they wanted. And she let everything else in life slip away. All her worries, all her baggage, tomorrow… All that mattered was right now.
Cord groaned as her mouth closed around him. His hand was in her hair again, and as she opened her eyes and rolled her gaze upward to look at him, she saw his face tipped back in pleasure. Gratified, she closed her eyes once more and focused on the warm shaft invading her. He fucked her mouth in easy, slow strokes, going only deep enough to come close to the back of her throat, but not to choke her. It was exactly as laid back as this easygoing cowboy was. She increased her suction, intent on making him lose his calm demeanor.
As she bobbed, she felt one of the other men move behind her and heard the crinkle of a wrapper being opened. He knelt between her legs, pushing them wider. His hands moved over the rope circling her abdomen and arms. He yanked at her blouse, opening it farther so her breasts were completely exposed and the garment hung low to her bound elbows. The hiss of ripping fabric rent the air. The sound repeated a moment later, and she felt her bra being pulled away. It thumped to the ground a few feet from them, obviously tossed aside by the cowboy behind her. Pete. It had to be Pete. Sully wouldn’t rip off her bra.
Pete’s urgency sent heat flooding into her already slick pussy. His hands cupped her breasts, and she moaned around Cord’s cock.
“Do you have any idea how hot you look?” Pete rasped into her ear. “Watching you with him makes me want to take you to my bed and fuck you all night. Would you like that?”
She moaned low in her throat. She wasn’t sure if he understood or not then he growled and she knew he had. Her pussy was so wet at the idea of being at his mercy all night long. So far, she really liked being roped by Pete. For that matter, she really liked everything about this situation…being tied, Cord, Sully…the wicked things Pete did with his fingers as he played with her nipples. If her mouth hadn’t been full of Cord, she would have bit her lip against the pleasure. Instead, she could only vocalize her happiness with moans, letting them vibrate around the cock she sucked.
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