The damn dance ended, and she jerked away from him, full of sass and shameless taunting. With a feisty smile, she wrapped the robe around herself and tightened the sash.
“I need you naked,” he ground out through his tight jaw.
“Little ol’ me? I’m a law-abiding lady.”
“Honey, I don’t know what kind of a game you’re playing, but you break laws just for sport.”
“And so do you.”
“How about we break a few more laws together?”
“Do you think I’m that type of girl?”
“You’re exactly that type of girl. You just about fucked me on the dance floor. Earlier you stripped down to nothing and deep throated my dildo. Whatever game you’re playin’, I’m in.”
She gazed up at him. Her eyes sparkled with excitement. “So am I.”
* * * *
Her sexy outlaw dragged her back to the table. Lust flared in his eyes and boiled over like a volcano erupting.
“Sheriff, the lady here is violating the law.”
“In what manner?” Max took a puff on his cigar. His hooded eyes gave nothing away. Damn, but the man was sexy.
“She was all over me like a nympho who’d just been rescued from isolation in the wilds of Alaska.”
Max turned his attention to her. “Is that true, ma’am?”
Macy brought a hand up to her cheek. Whisker burns abraded her face from Jesse’s sexy stubble. Her pussy ached for a cock, actually two cocks, Max’s and Jesse’s. She’d never dared to do such things with an audience. It was so naughty, so dirty, so depraved. She wanted to try it in a safe environment like this. Desperately. Her closet penchant for exhibitionism clawed to be released from its cage. Jesse and Max held the key.
Jesse held out her chair. She sat down with the two men on either side. Max’s and Jesse’s eyes were on her, more accurately, on her tits which were falling out of her robe again. She reached for the robe to pull it tightly closed.
“Now, honey, there are penalties for exposing yourself and driving grown men crazy.” The sheriff grabbed her hands and pulled them behind her back. He held her wrists in one big hand. She struggled, but Max held tight.
“Now, darlin’, you don’t want to be handcuffed, do you?”
Macy raised one eyebrow in response. She squirmed, wetter than she could ever remember. Her skin tingled from the lust flowing between the three of them. The smell of sex floated in the air.
Jesse sipped his beer. “Sheriff, the lady is a tease. She makes promises she doesn’t keep and uses her body to drive a man to commit crimes he wouldn’t normally commit for a night in her arms.”
“I’m afraid we have strict punishments for women like you.”
“Punish away, Sheriff. I deserve it. Throw the book at me.” She batted her eyelashes and pressed her legs tighter together.
“You’ll need to satisfy both of us, and it’ll be a life sentence.”
Macy met his eyes and nodded. “I’m guilty as charged.”
Jesse grinned. Macy lowered her eyes, afraid to reveal the aching need shining in them.
“And you, hombre. I’ll need some help corralling this little lady. You’re gonna help me, or I’ll throw your ass in jail.”
“Yes, sir, Sheriff. Anything you say.”
“Search her for weapons.” Max indicated her breasts with his free hand.
“Oh, yeah.” Jesse rubbed his hands together.
Max held her hands loosely, giving her the option of freeing herself. She didn’t.
“I’m at your mercy.” Her voice trembled. Her body vibrated. Her nipples hardened and ached for his fingers. Jesse parted her robe even wider and stared in awe. Macy sat up straighter and relished her naughtiness. She was more than game for pushing the envelope.
“You are so incredible.” He spoke with reverence. She half-expected him to cross himself.
“Search her good. She’s a clever woman.”
“Certainly. I take my job seriously.” The outlaw pressed his finger to the tip of her nipple. Natalie drew in a breath and held it. Her nipples begged for more. She strained against Max’s hands holding her arms behind her back. He tightened his hold. The men intended to torture her by taking their time.
Jesse rolled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She leaned into him, begging for more, and moaned. He rolled the other nipple, the pierced one, carefully and lightly. He muttered something unintelligible.
“Suck her nipples, Jesse. Macy likes that.”
“Oh, yes, please. Please.” She held her breath and waited.
Jesse leaned forward and planted light kisses on her breasts. He licked a circle around her nipple, then took it between his teeth and sucked. She pushed into him. She needed more. She needed something wilder, crazier, rougher.
“Harder,” she panted.
He responded immediately. His teeth raked her nipple. He sucked deeper while his tongue flicked the hard nub. She moaned. He pinched her other nipple, grasping the nipple ring and twisting, causing such exquisite pleasure/pain she almost came. She struggled to free herself so she could rub her clit. Max read her mind and held fast.
“Jesse, touch me. Dammit. Touch me. Someone touch me.”
Jesse looked up. A slow, knowing smile crossed his face. He withdrew. She whimpered and begged him to stroke her, suck her, relieve her unbearable need.
“You want to come?” Max nuzzled her neck.
“Yes, oh, fuck, yes.” Macy shook from head to toe, crazed with an unbearable desire.
“On the stage to serve your community service punishment.” Max pointed to the stage with its curtains now drawn.
“The stage?”
“The stage. Or would you rather spend the night in jail?”
“I’d rather service my community.” With those words, she sealed her fate, and she’d never been so ready to commit any sin known to man and for her men.
The sheriff stood. “Let me make the preparations. Meet me backstage in five minutes.”
She licked her lips and contemplated her fate. Macy wouldn’t contemplate. Macy would do. Tonight she was Macy, and they were Wild West men with wild lust and wilder needs.
She needed, too. Oh, hell, did she need.
Chapter 12
Max put his hands on his hips and watched his beautiful, sweet Natalie playing uninhibited Macy. He loved to see her cut loose and become more of the woman she was destined to become without her father’s emotional handcuffs.
He shook his head in amazement as he pictured her father screwing or being screwed by that pompous little chief-of-staff prick and the stick-up-her-butt publicist. That’d be a video that should be out there on the Internet for all to see. Regardless, the incident changed Natalie, made her more willing to live her sex life on the edge and absorb the role of Macy with more enthusiasm than he’d ever expected.
His instincts alerted him to differences in her, some subtle, some not, almost as if the universe shifted under his feet and changed her in ways subtle on the surface and drastic underneath. He almost grinned as he eyed her in the little lace negligee. Maybe not so subtle on the surface.
The most important question for him was did he trust her? She’d left him twice. Dumped him flat the first time when his sordid, private past became public. The second time she’d done it for love. He didn’t doubt for a minute her father would have found a way to lock them up for a long time to come. The man had the means and the devious desire.
Pushing his thoughts to the back of his mind, he closed them off and tried to think like an Old West sheriff. Tonight was all about the role, the fun, the letting go in a safe, anonymous way.
Returning to their table, Max held his arm out to the lady. Despite her harlot role, she was a lady, though tonight he needed to think of her as Macy.
Hooking her hand through the crook in his elbow, Macy tossed a sassy, come-hither look to Jesse as Max led her from the main room to the backstage. They walked down a long hall behind the small stage. Jesse hun
g back several steps, waiting and watching. Stopping, Max put his hands on her upper arms and pushed her gently against the wall. She gazed into his eyes, and his heart beat faster.
“I’ve missed you.”
“I missed you, too, Levi. I love you.”
“I love you, baby.” He tilted his head and caught her lips with his. Exerting light pressure, he savored the taste and feel of her mouth as if she were fragile crystal. She kissed him back. The tenderness of the moment soaked into his skin, his bloodstream, his bones. The depth of his love for her frightened and exhilarated him. She had so much love to give, enough for each of them. He didn’t mind sharing because she’d loved him first. “Are you sure you want to go through with this?”
“Absolutely.” She clung to him, one leg wrapped around his calf. Her kisses grew more urgent, more demanding, hotter and hotter until he swore he could smell the smoldering of their bodies. She pressed against him and drove him out of his mind. His cock hardened and grew to painful proportions. If he unzipped his fly, he could take her right there, against the wall with Jesse looking on. Her fingernails dug into his back, her mouth attacked his lips.
One step away from losing control, he drew back and smoothed her hair away from her face. They both panted from the exertion and the lust. She smiled up at him, a wicked, seductive smile. He smiled back.
“I hope you’re having a good time, ’cause I sure as hell am.”
“I’m having the time of my life, so don’t disappoint me now, Sheriff.”
“Never.” He crossed his heart.
“Then let’s put on a show no one will ever forget.” Through the mask, her eyes gleamed with nervous anticipation. She tilted her head toward the stage.
“Are you sure? We really don’t have to do this here.”
“Yes, of course, I am. Macy loves sex.”
“And Natalie?”
“Natalie loves sex with the right men. She doesn’t sleep around. So I’ll get the best of both worlds.”
“You will at that, but you don’t have to do it in public.”
She chewed on her lower lip for a moment, considering his words. “I know that. It seems so daring, so bold, so crazy to have sex in front of all these men. I know I should be appalled at the thought—part of me is—but the bigger part wants to do this. I don’t want to back out.”
Max nodded. “So, darlin’, are you ready?”
She rubbed her hot little body against her erection. “It appears we both are.”
“You’re amazing.” He couldn’t believe she’d go through with this, yet it appeared she would do just that.
“So are you. You’re looking forward to this as much as I am.”
“You have no idea.”
“I want this. I’m primed for it. I want the thrill of experiencing what it feels like to do such intimate things with an audience. Remember in the bar when we put on a little show for the construction workers at the next table?”
“Oh, yeah, I remember.” Did he ever.
“That was foreplay compared to what I want to do up there tonight.” Grabbing his hand, she pulled him up the few steps to the stage, hidden from the customers by the closed curtain. A large round bed with a red velvet bedspread now dominated the small stage. Jesse followed but kept his distance, obviously waiting for his cue to join in the festivities.
Never taking his eyes off her face, partially concealed by her mask, Max unbuckled his gun holster and tossed it aside. With quick efficiency, he stripped off the remainder of his clothes. He nodded at Jesse, standing off to the side. His buddy quickly followed suit. Macy cast an inviting look in their direction, full of carnal promise. She made no move to strip, obviously leaving that pleasant chore to them.
* * * *
Max and Jesse’s clothes dropped to the floor at an alarming rate of speed. Macy’s eyes drank in the beauty of such fine male bodies with honed muscles rippling in the dimmed stage lighting. Two men, all for her to do with as she pleased. She didn’t know where to start. She’d been turned loose in a chocolate factory with a hundred kinds of candy, hers for the taking.
On the other side of the stage curtains, glasses clinked and voices rose in conversation to be heard over the piano music. The noise slammed into her, reminding her of the audience several feet away. Her breath caught in her throat. She clutched at her robe and held it tight to her naked body. Fighting back her fear, she shivered, unable to drag her gaze from the curtain, worried it would open any second.
“You okay?”
“Getting cold feet, that’s all. I just need a minute to let it pass.”
“This’ll do the trick.” Jesse stepped forward with a bottle of whiskey in his hand. He took a long swallow and handed it to Max. They both imbibed. Eyes burning with desire, Max handed it to her. Macy tilted the bottle of amber liquid to her lips and let it run down her throat, warming her to her core. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to mute her inhibitions and wrap her in a protective cloud of physical need and override her mental misgivings.
“That better?” Max took the bottle from her.
She nodded and chewed on her index finger, unable to force her eyes away from the bed. In a few short minutes, she’d be on the bed with two men doing all kinds of delicious and forbidden things to her. She wanted it. Hell, yes, she wanted it. Her fear and misgivings made it all the more exciting.
Max and Jesse flanked her, hands at their sides, not touching her, and how she ached for them to touch her. One hand on his crotch, Jesse rubbed his erection beneath the material of his pants.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes.” She steeled herself for what came next. After all, the men on the other side of the curtain had already seen her naked. Now they’d see her naked in a sexual performance with two men, just another step down the path of debauchery in the name of true love.
The curtains opened. The spotlight brightened and illuminated the stage, bathing it in hot, blinding light. She couldn’t see beyond the ring of light, could only hear the din of the people in the audience. Like a wall between them, the bright lights protected her mentally from the masses, while the mask protected her identity.
Max put his hands on her shoulders from behind. He turned her and walked her to the front of the stage. If she squinted, she could make out the table of cowboys at the front table. Sliding his hands down her front, across her nipples, down to her sash, he untied it and slid the robe off her shoulders. The din of the crowd got louder.
A small spur, dangled from one nipple.
“Nice touch.” Max whispered in her ear. “Let’s do a little foreplay, get the audience involved, show these hombres what a real woman can do.”
Naked, she stood a few feet from the edge of the stage out of the bright spotlight. Yet, the dim lighting revealed enough details of her naked body that little was left to the imagination. Embarrassed, she squeezed her legs together and covered her breasts with her hands. Max covered her hands with his and rubbed, essentially causing her to caress herself.
His gravelly voice sounded in her ears. “Move your hands. Don’t you want them to see you? To lust after you, to fantasize about driving their hard cocks into you, all the while knowing they can’t have you? You’re ours. Doesn’t that turn you on?”
She nodded, her throat so dry she didn’t dare speak. Out of the glare of the spotlight, she gazed at the crowd of expectant cowboys, heard the occasional whistle and the murmurs of appreciation. Her eyes locked on one hot cowboy a few feet from the stage. He stared up at her like a man worshipping a goddess.
She smiled and let Macy take over. Taking a deep breath, she dropped her hands to her sides. The crowd’s murmurs grew louder. Bits and pieces drifted to her.
“Holy shit, look at that pierced nipple.”
“Look at those big tits.”
“I’d give anything to have those legs wrapped around my waist while I pound into her.”
“She’d be fucking a real man if she invited me onstage.”
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nd her, Max placed his hands under her breasts and lifted them, as if testing their weight. His talented fingers plucked, pinched, tugged, and teased those hard nipples. He flicked at the little spur with his index finger, and it swung back and forth seductively. Releasing her breasts, Max moved away from her, leaving her alone and exposed on the stage. He motioned to Jesse, who took his place behind her, so close his cock rubbed against her bare ass.
The sheriff stood in front of her. “I hear you’re possibly armed and dangerous.”
“Not as armed as you are.” She glanced pointedly at his enormous cock.
Max chuckled. His gray eyes darkened, warning her of an impending storm of pure animal lust.
“As the sheriff, I’ll need to have your body searched before I take you in.”
“What am I being arrested for? I’ve done nothing.”
“Indecent exposure without lewd and lascivious conduct.”
“How do I get the charges dropped?”
“We’d have to see proof that you’re more than just a cock-tease.”
“I might tease, but I also deliver the goods.”
“We’ll see. First we need to make a thorough search of your body for our own safety.”
“Yes, sir. Do what you will.” She held her arms out to her sides and giggled, surprised at how much she was enjoying herself.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I’ll prove my innocence once you’re satisfied I’m unarmed.”
“Oh, honey, you’re armed, but the hombre and I have our own weapons. If you continue on this path to ruin, we’ll be forced to use them.”
“I’m too far down that path to stop now.”
“Tie her hands behind her back, Mr. Jakes. We can’t have her escaping, now can we?”
“Anything you say, Sheriff.” Jesse bound her hands behind her with a soft cotton rope the bouncer tossed him.
Max took his time. He ran his big hands over his shoulders, down her sides, across her breasts. He paused to pinch and tweak her already sensitized nipples. Kneeling in front of her, he moved her thighs wider. Even though she saw it coming, she jumped back at the first touch of his warm moist mouth on the inside of her upper thigh. Bumping into Jesse’s bare chest, she couldn’t escape.
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