Unridden: A Studs in Spurs novel

by Cat Johnson

Chapter Nine

  Jenna’s heart pounded as she climbed the steps up into what proved to be nothing at all like she pictured a trailer would look. It was more like a huge, luxury RV, with a kitchenette, two beds, one large, one smaller, with another loft area up above. There was even a toilet and a small shower.

  “Wow. This is nice.” Jenna had trouble diverting her eyes away from the large bed.

  Her heart pounded. She was nervous, very nervous, and making conversation seemed the best way to postpone the inevitable—that being her and two cowboys she barely knew together in that big bed. But the moment she’d suggested they come back to the trailer, her decision had been made. After seeing the looks on both of their faces, she was pretty sure they knew it too.

  There was no turning back now. Not that she wanted to. The internal do I or don’t I debate was done—she only hoped her bravado lasted long enough for her to actually go through with it without passing out from nerves.

  “I like to try to stay at hotels during the competitions, but they were all booked,” Mustang explained apologetically. “On top of the bull riding finals, there’s some huge romance convention in town, or so I was told.”

  As Mustang grinned pointedly at her, Jenna bit her lip and cringed. “Yeah, that would be the one I’m at. Sorry about that.”

  Mustang laughed. “Don’t be. It’s not your fault. Besides, Slade actually likes the trailer better anyway.”

  Jenna glanced at Slade, who was watching her and Mustang closely while not saying much, or actually, anything, as usual. “I don’t blame him for liking it. It’s a nice trailer.”

  “Exactly how many trailers have you been in, darlin’?” Mustang asked, brow raised in challenge.

  “Counting this one? Um, one.” Jenna felt her cheeks heat.

  Mustang grinned. “That’s what I thought. Make yourself comfortable. I’m gonna hit the head, then get us those drinks.”

  After Mustang closed himself into the tiny toilet room, Slade finally spoke. “What’s all this about, Jenna? Guzzling your drink at the bar. Asking to come back here to the trailer when last night you wanted nothing to do with it. You’ve done a total one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turnaround since yesterday. What’s up?”

  She considered his question and her answer very carefully. “Today’s my birthday, Slade.”

  His head dipped once in a nod. “Happy birthday.”

  “It’s my thirty-fifth.” She tried not to wince.

  Slade shrugged. “So what?”

  “So what.” Jenna laughed. “Easy for you to say. What are you? Like twenty-five?”

  “I’m turning twenty-seven next month actually. Mustang’s twenty-five, though.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Great, that’s just great. Well, at least I’m not old enough to have birthed you both.”

  Slade shook his head. “What does it matter? You’re only as old as you feel.”

  “Maybe that’s my problem, Slade. I feel old. I’m thirty-five, have no boyfriend, and I’m starting to seriously doubt my career choice. I’m not where I thought I’d be at this point in my life.”

  “First of all, you don’t look thirty-five.”

  Jenna snorted . “Thanks.”

  “As for the rest, I don’t know shit about writing or books or what plans you had for your life, but as far as the no boyfriend part… I can’t say I’m unhappy about that.”

  She raised her gaze to meet his. “Really?”

  That had been quite a revelation from the man of few words. For the first time since meeting him, Jenna really looked at Slade, without looking away this time.

  She stared deep into his dark eyes and saw the man beneath the stone hard exterior as he nodded and said softly, “Yeah. Really.”

  Maybe it had been the vodka and her deepening gloom over her crappy cowboy book on top of being yet another year older that had prompted Jenna to suggest going back to the trailer in the first place. But right now, it was Slade and his sincerity that made Jenna not doubt her decision one bit. She wanted this. Hell, she was pretty sure she needed this.

  Jenna stepped forward and leaned toward him. There wasn’t much distance between them to begin with given the size of the trailer, and now Slade was right in front of her, their bodies almost touching.

  Slade was still too tall for her to reach what she wanted, until, eyes never leaving hers, he lowered his head a few inches, meeting her halfway. Tipping her head up to close that last temptingly tiny space, she touched her lips to his. She heard the sharp breath he dragged in through his nose at the contact.

  As Slade’s rough palms came up and cradled her face, his mouth pressed harder against hers…and then the latch on the trailer bathroom jiggled.

  In the blink of an eye, Slade raised his head and took one giant step back, leaving Jenna alone with her raging hormones.

  She and Slade maintained eye contact for what seemed like forever before Mustang came to stand next to them again. Jenna turned in time to see the interested look Mustang gave them both.

  “Hi.” Jenna smiled at him.

  Mustang raised a brow and drawled out a slow, low, “Hey, darlin’.” The sound sent a quiver straight through Jenna.

  Oh, boy, was she in trouble.

  It was Slade who finally moved and broke the silence. “I need a drink.” He went to a cabinet built into the wall of the trailer, took out a bottle of bourbon and a glass, and poured himself a healthy amount. “Who else wants one?”

  Mustang looked at Jenna questioningly. “I’ve got a beer in the fridge if you prefer.”

  Jenna shook her head. If she couldn’t do this sober—or at least fairly sober—she probably shouldn’t be doing it at all. Besides, this was for certain a once in a lifetime event and she wanted to remember it. “Nothing for me. Thank you. I’m good.”

  Bottle still poised in the air, Slade waited for Mustang to shake his head no before he downed his own shot in one gulp, poured another, then capped the bottle and put it back in the cabinet.

  Mustang eyed Slade’s bourbon consumption with a raised brow, before turning to Jenna. “So…you wanna go over the notes we made in your book some more?”

  “No,” she answered Mustang simply, noticing Slade’s eyes rarely left her.

  Mustang ran a hand down her arm. “Why not? Because of what I said? I told you I don’t know what the hell I’m talking about when it comes to romance novels. Don’t listen to me.”

  She scowled. “No, you’re right. It stinks.”

  “It doesn’t stink. It just…”

  Jenna interrupted Mustang. “It doesn’t matter because even if I can come up with a better story idea and get it written before the deadline, you still said the sex sucks.”

  “You said the sex sucks?” Slade accused Mustang.

  Looking uncomfortable, Mustang turned to Slade. “I didn’t say that.”

  “But it’s what you meant.” Jenna pouted.

  “No, it wasn’t.” He shook his head.

  “It’s okay, Mustang, it’s true.” Jenna sighed again. “My sex scenes are boring.”

  “I wouldn’t say boring…” Mustang began.

  “No, it’s fine. That is exactly what one reviewer wrote. Boring.” Jenna snorted out a bitter laugh.

  Mustang ran a finger up and down her arm until she looked at him again. “Not boring. Just…two-dimensional. The mechanics are there but all the other stuff is missing.”

  She narrowed her eyes at him. “What other stuff?”

  He grinned. “All the good stuff.”

  “I need a little more than that, Mustang.” Jenna scowled. She felt more frustrated than she’d been in a long time. In so many ways.

  “Come here.” Mustang held both of his hands out to her. She hesitated, then stepped forward into his arms. He pulled her closer and said, “Good. Now, close your eyes.”

  Jenna swallowed hard and did as she was told.

  She sensed Mustang moving even closer. When he spoke he was near enough to her face she could smell t
he beer he’d drunk at the bar. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”

  Nervous. Horny. All things she felt but wasn’t willing to admit aloud. Maybe that wasn’t what he meant. “I’m not sure what you want me to say.”

  “Okay, I’ll go first, then it will be your turn.” Mustang took a deep breath before he spoke again. “I can smell your shampoo. It’s something fruity but nice, light. I can see the pulse pounding in your throat. Fast. Mmm. I like I make your pulse race, darlin’.”

  “Don’t let it go to your head,” she managed to say.

  He laughed. “Don’t worry. I won’t. Okay, what else? I can feel you shaking a little bit—I like that too. And your lip gloss...” His tongue tickled her lips and her eyes flew open at the contact. He pulled back just enough to say, “It tastes like berries. See, darlin’? Smell, sight, touch, taste. That’s what is missing in your book. Sex is more than just body parts.”

  Jenna felt her lower parts heat. She was so aroused at this point if he even touched her she would come right there on the spot. This cowboy ten years her junior, most likely a player who had a different girl in his bed each night, knew more about not just sex but sensuality than she did.

  She glanced over to where Slade still silently watched them, glass in hand, a tempting erection clearly outlined in his jeans. Jenna swallowed hard and looked back at Mustang as he spoke to her again.

  “Now your turn, darlin’. Close your eyes.”

  Jenna frowned. “You were allowed to keep your eyes open.”

  Mustang grinned down at her from so close his impressive erection pressed into her hip. Judging by the physical evidence, it seemed the arousal was equally spread all around among the three of them.

  As she fought the urge to reach down and touch Mustang and feel what had inspired his name for herself, he nodded his head. “Yes, I did keep my eyes open, but I’m better at this than you are. You need all the help you can get. You can skip the sight part and just do the other senses. Now, eyes closed.”

  With a scowl, Jenna let her lids shut. Mustang’s hand moved from her arm for a moment, then returned, right before a second hard body pressed close against her back and another pair of arms slid around to envelop her from behind.

  Slade. He laid two large hands firmly upon her body, pressing one very low over her quivering stomach, and the other slightly higher, just below her breast.

  “What do you feel, darlin’?” Mustang whispered, his breath warming her throat where it touched even as a shiver ran through her.

  Heart pounding, Jenna took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I can feel your breath, warm against my skin, tickling my throat.”

  Jenna sensed Mustang smile. “Good. What else?”

  “I can feel Slade’s heart beating against my back. He smells like a mix of whisky and something else, something fresh and clean. It’s either soap or deodorant, maybe, but it’s nice. And I feel him…his…you know…pressing into me.”

  Slade drew in a sharp breath. She’d give anything to reach back and touch him. All of him. Jenna satisfied herself with laying her one hand over his and, making the boldest move she’d ever taken, guided it up and over her breast. He released a shaky burst of air, then Mustang’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

  “What else, darlin’?” Mustang continued.

  This is it. Now or never. Jenna took the plunge and let one hand stray down between them, pausing in the vicinity of his erection.

  “I can feel you against my hip. You’re hard…” she swallowed, then continued, “and big.” Not circus freak big, which is kind of what she had been afraid of when contemplating this threesome, but definitely bigger than the average man.

  Mustang’s deep laugh vibrated through her, as did his voice, low and husky as his mouth hovered near her face. “Ah, darlin’, you are right about that. I am both. Very. You think you can handle it?”

  “Please. I’m not one of your eighteen-year-olds. I’ve got toys under my bed bigger than you.” Jenna put on an exaggerated scowl, playing with him.

  Mustang’s deep chuckle reverberated through them both. “Good to hear, darlin’.”

  Torn between leaning into Mustang or back against Slade, she let out a satisfied groan when they both pressed closer to her.

  She opened her eyes again just as Mustang’s mouth was upon hers, his tongue taking no time to breach her lips. Jenna welcomed the kiss, then let her hand roam where it had wanted to go before, all the way down to trace the tempting outline of him within his jeans while he pressed hard against her.

  Behind her, Slade’s hands set in motion. While the one that cupped her breast began to work the now hardened nipple through the fabric of her dress, the other headed in the opposite direction, down to lift the hem of her dress and stroke the bare skin of her thigh.

  As Mustang’s mouth consumed hers, Slade’s warm breath tortured the whorls of her ear. Slade’s fingers lifted her dress further and found the edge of her panties, then slid inside them. Jenna braced her hands against Mustang’s chest for support as Slade hit the spot she needed him to and her knees went weak.

  Mustang broke the kiss. Breathing as fast as she was, he reached down and grabbed the bottom of her dress, already held up around her hips by Slade.

  Mustang raised the garment slowly, up and over her head. “This needs to come off. I wanna see you, darlin’.”

  She drew in a shaky breath as, somewhere past the haze of pleasure Slade was causing with just the tip of one finger on her clit, the typical female thoughts assaulted her. What would they think when they saw her naked? The little pooch that had recently appeared on her formerly flat belly drove her crazy. And would her breasts measure up to the perky eighteen year-olds’ she’d seen in the audience eyeing her two cowboys all night?

  In spite of all that, Jenna didn’t protest Mustang’s undressing of her. She’d envisioned this moment, though the reality was way more intense than the fantasy had been back in the hotel room, when she’d chosen her nicest bra and underwear to wear tonight just in case.

  Mustang let out a long, slow breath. “Damn. You are a sight.”

  Jenna was sure that was true, in nothing but black cowboy boots, a black lace bra, and a pair of matching panties, which currently had Slade’s hand inside the front of them.

  He’d taken a step back while Mustang slipped the dress over her head, but Slade had gone immediately back to work, in earnest now. He zeroed right back in and with incredible precision, Slade found the spot guaranteed to make her knees buckle with one sure stroke.

  Jenna let out a gasp when his finger connected with her clit again. She leaned back against the hard wall of chest behind her, reaching one hand up to hold Slade’s head in place. She wanted to keep him from ever leaving that oh so sensitive spot on her neck his lips now tantalized while his hand tortured her down below.

  As the roughened fingers of his one hand rolled the tip of her breast through the lace of her bra, Slade’s touch between her legs sped faster, harder, and Jenna’s heartbeat and breathing kept pace. She let her head loll back against him.

  In front of her, Mustang trailed one finger tenderly down her cheek. She opened her eyes and saw him smile. “I’m going to enjoy watching you come, darlin’.”

  Jenna didn’t have the opportunity or the wits to respond to that before he bent and pulled her panties down over her boots, all the way to her ankles. She somehow managed to step out of them without toppling over.

  Aching to be filled, Jenna purposely left her legs further apart than they had been. As if he could sense what she needed, Mustang slid one finger into her quivering insides. He hit upon a spot that made Jenna’s breath catch in her throat, eliciting a feral groan on his part.

  Mustang worked that spot relentlessly while at the same time her clit swelled in response to Slade’s ministrations. The combination of sensations nearly took her off her feet.

  Slade’s free arm abandoned her breast and wrapped tightly around her just in time before she was in real danger
of collapsing.

  “Don’t worry. I’ve got you.” Slade’s voice close to her ear, so deep and gentle, sent her that one last step over the edge. He did have her. They both did. Inexplicably she trusted Slade, just as she trusted Mustang, so she let herself go, totally, for the first time in a long time.

  As she struggled to keep her eyes open she noticed Mustang’s gaze never left her face. Slade’s mouth still roamed her neck as the spasms began deep inside her. Overwhelmed, she erupted.

  Unable to control any part of her body any longer, her eyelids squeezed uncontrollably shut and she came, long, hard and loud, pressed between the two cowboys she’d met a mere twenty-four hours before. Somehow, that was okay.

  Chapter Ten

  Slade held on tighter, enjoying the weight of Jenna slumped against him as her orgasm slowed to a stop and she tried to catch her breath.

  Deciding to give her a break for a few minutes, he left her swollen clit alone and moved that hand up to cup one lace-covered breast. They were real and perfect and Slade found he couldn’t get enough of touching them, or her.

  He was in no hurry to move the arm wrapped around her middle, though. It still very happily held her half-naked body tightly to him. The pressure of her against his hardened cock was nice. Being inside her, hopefully very soon, would be even nicer.

  Slade was about to take steps to make that wish a reality when Jenna said breathlessly, “Oh my God, Mustang. What was that you did to me?”

  Mustang trailed one finger down her stomach playfully, and Slade felt Jenna’s muscles jump. “No wonder you have problems with writing your little sex scenes, darlin’, if you’ve never had an orgasm before.”

  Jenna smacked at Mustang’s hand. “Don’t touch me there. My belly is fat. And I’ve had orgasms before. I mean, what did you do inside me?”

  Mustang grinned broadly at that question and continued to move his hand down to between Jenna’s thighs. “You are anything but fat, and that darlin’, was your G-spot. You liked that, did you?”

  From behind her Slade couldn’t see, but judging by the way Jenna’s body jerked, Mustang had slipped a finger or two inside her again to illustrate his point. Jenna gasped as Mustang obviously located the spot in question for a second time.