Unridden: A Studs in Spurs novel

by Cat Johnson

  She released a shuddering breath. “I thought the G-spot was a myth.”

  Mustang raised a brow at her. “Does that feel like a myth to you?”

  Jenna leaned harder against his chest. Her voice wavered when she answered. “No.”

  Mustang grinned wickedly. “Well, okay then.”

  Slade had watched the exchange between Mustang and Jenna for longer than he should have considering how badly he needed to sink himself into this woman.

  Enough already. Jenna began to tremble from what Mustang was doing to her. If she came again, it should be with Slade’s cock inside her, not Mustang’s damn fingers.

  “Not that this conversation isn’t fascinating, but right now I have some unfinished business to take care of.”

  Jenna’s only protest was a surprised squeak when Slade scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the biggest of the beds. With Jenna lying on her back in nothing but boots and bra and looking insanely tempting, Slade quickly kicked off his own clothes and kneeled naked between her legs.

  Being helpful for once, Mustang pulled a strip of condoms from the drawer and tossed it to Slade before settling himself in the chair with a bottle of lube, giving Slade and Jenna some space.

  Maybe it was selfish, but Slade liked that this first time with Jenna would be just him and her alone. Aware of Mustang in the nearby chair, belt unbuckled, jeans unzipped, stroking his already lubed cock, Slade amended that. He and Jenna weren’t alone, but at least it would be only him who made Jenna come this time.

  Needing her badly, Slade allowed himself only a moment to enjoy her sweet mouth as he kissed her breathless before forcing himself to break away from the magic of her lips. He didn’t escape from the headiness of that kiss himself. Her mouth got him so crazy he needed to taste more of her and slid down her body to settle between her legs.

  She spread her thighs for him. He dipped his head low and took a long, slow taste of heaven as she gasped at his touch. Her clit peeked out at him, all pink and beautiful. Slade ran first his tongue, then his teeth over it. She jerked above him and he smiled before lifting her hips with his hands and burying his tongue deep within her.

  Her body trembled, and getting his head back on straight, Slade remembered how badly he needed to be inside her. He tortured her for a few more minutes, right to the brink of another orgasm, before he rose up on his knees, covered himself quickly and laid his body over hers. He slid into Jenna, who he knew firsthand would be hot, wet, and more than ready for him.

  Beneath him Jenna’s breath caught in her throat and her eyes drifted shut as he entered her. Then those beautiful eyes were open again, staring up at him with a look of amazement.

  Slade was pretty amazed himself. As her hands roamed his skin, leaving trails of goose bumps in their wake, he realized it had been a while since he’d taken a woman face to face. It had been an even longer time since he’d wanted to see a woman’s face as he loved her, like he so desperately wanted to watch Jenna’s features react to every movement he made inside her now.

  Slipping one arm beneath her hips, Slade angled her pelvis so he hit the sweet spot inside her with every thrust. Mustang wasn’t the only one who knew how to rub Jenna the right way, and Slade intended to prove that right then and there. Judging by her gasping breaths and the way her nails dug into the skin of his back, he was doing a good job.

  Buried deeply inside her, Slade kissed her lips, nibbling the lower one he’d watched her bite countless times since he’d met her. Still holding her face, he stopped kissing her to enjoy her adorable flushed cheeks and sex-brightened eyes.

  She cried out his name and a shudder ran through him at the sound of it. He both heard and felt her gearing up to come again, and when her muscles gripped him, he thought he’d died and gone to heaven.

  “Ah, Jenna. Yes.” Slade held deep and enjoyed every single pulse of her body surrounding his.

  He stayed deeply inside her as the spasms finally slowed and stopped.

  Slade realized the error he’d made when he had to thrust hard and fast and for far too long to finally make himself come. Too much hard liquor always did that to him and, though he never wanted to leave the warmth of Jenna’s body, he was afraid he’d make her sore. Besides, Mustang was still waiting his turn.

  For the first time, Slade felt his stomach twist at the thought of Mustang sliding in right after him. Maybe Mustang would settle for a blowjob instead. The image of Jenna and Mustang like that didn’t make Slade feel much better as he imagined how nice it would be to have Jenna’s mouth wrapped around his own cock instead of Mustang’s.

  With a sigh, Slade could delay no longer. He rolled off of Jenna. She was still panting when Mustang wasted no time moving right in.

  “That took fucking forever,” Mustang mumbled, before lying on the other side of Jenna. “Hey there, darlin’.”

  She smiled back at him weakly. “Hi.”

  “You doing okay?”

  “Yeah.”

  Mustang slid one hand between her gorgeous thighs and she drew in a sharp breath.

  A wrinkle appeared between those beautiful eyes, bringing a frown to Slade’s own face. “What wrong?”

  “I’m just a little sensitive. You took a long time to…um, finish.” She blushed deeper and couldn’t say the word come.

  Slade felt his own cheeks color. “I know. I’m sorry.”

  “It’s okay, I was just afraid I did something wrong.”

  “No. Of course you didn’t.” Slade glanced up and saw Mustang scowling at him.

  “Okay.” Her voice sounded so small and vulnerable.

  Great. Now Jenna felt like a failure all because he took so long to come. Slade flopped over onto his back next to her, staring at the ceiling.

  Slade turned his head in time to see Mustang crawl from his perch on the very edge of the bed to lie between Jenna’s legs. His fingers traced lines up and down her stomach, bringing goosebumps to her skin. “It’s nothing you did, darlin’. Slade here can’t finish when he drinks bourbon, or too much beer even. It always happens. Nothing to do with you at all.”

  “Always?”

  “Yup.”

  “How do you know?”

  Mustang leaned forward to pop one nipple out of her bra and nibble on it before he answered. “Because I’m usually there, darlin’.”

  The moment the words left Mustang’s mouth and Slade saw the look on Jenna’s face, Slade knew Mustang should have kept his mouth shut. He grinned at the stricken look on Mustang’s face when he made the same realization.

  “Exactly how often do you two do this together?” The fire in Jenna’s voice made Slade smile.

  With one firm shove of her tiny hand against his shoulder, Mustang was no longer enjoying the taste of Jenna, much to Slade’s enjoyment.

  Mustang turned to Slade for help but all Slade was willing to do was give him the you did this yourself, you dumb ass look. As if Slade was going to get Mustang out of the mess he’d made. Slade was too busy enjoying the fact that he’d gotten to have Jenna, even if it did upset her because he’d take so long to finish, which was his own damn whisky-drinking fault. But even so, in the meantime Mustang was the one with the dick hard enough to hammer nails, and the now pissed off woman between his legs who looked like she wasn’t about to help him out with it.

  Slade glanced at Jenna’s face and found her impatiently awaiting Mustang’s answer to her question about how often they shared women.

  “Um…well, you see…” Mustang turned to Slade again and this time, he complied.

  “Every chance we can get,” Slade answered for them both.

  Now it was Mustang’s turn to give Slade the you dumb ass look. Slade grinned and shrugged. Glancing back at Jenna to see her reaction to that little tidbit, he found her frowning.

  “Um… You okay with that, darlin’?” Mustang asked.

  She sighed deeply. “I guess I would have been stupid to assume I was the first.”

  But the expression on her
face said she’d assumed just that.

  Slade waited for Mustang to break out one of his usual lines. You’re the best. Yes, there have been others but you’re special. Instead he shocked the hell out of Slade and opted for the truth.

  “It doesn’t matter who’s been here before you, or even who will be here after you. Right now, I want you so bad I couldn’t even remember another one of those girls. Hell, I can barely even remember my own mama’s name.”

  Then Mustang kissed her, long and hard, and she kissed him back, her hips raising slightly off the bed as Mustang’s hand strayed between her thighs.

  “You feeling up to doing this, darlin’? I want to be inside you more than anything else in the world, but we can get creative if you’re too sore.”

  Slade watched Jenna’s tiny hand reach down and grasp Mustang’s erection as she smiled shyly. “I think I’ll be okay. I kinda want to give it a try.”

  Mustang grinned. “That’s fine with me.”

  Mustang slid one leg between hers while Jenna more than willingly let him, and Slade felt a fist grab his heart and squeeze.

  Chapter Eleven

  “Jenna? Hellooooo. Earth to Jenna.”

  She looked up to find Barb waiving a hand in front of her face. “Huh? Did you say something?”

  “Um, yeah. I asked you a question. Where is your head today? You’re totally zoned out.”

  Her head was where the rest of her wanted to be, back in the trailer with the two cowboys. Jenna shook the images of the night before from her spinning brain. “Sorry. I’m just tired.”

  “I’d say. You look like you didn’t sleep at all last night. You okay?”

  “Yeah, fine. You know how I am. I don’t sleep well if I’m not at home in my own bed.”

  In fact, Jenna hadn’t been in her own bed at all last night. There’d barely been time after Slade and Mustang had dropped her back at the hotel that morning to shower and get to her first session, forget about catch a nap. Jenna sure as hell couldn’t tell Barb she’d been awake having sex with two pro bull riders in their trailer in the parking lot of the sports arena for most of last night.

  With that thought, the memories again flooded her mind, and the rest of her body. Mustang pushing his very impressive erection into her. How she lied through her teeth and teased him afterwards that he wasn’t that big after all. Then, after an hour or two of exhausted sleep between the two hot, hard, male bodies, waking up in the dawn light to discover Slade sliding into her while Mustang snored beside them.

  Slade had loved her slowly, silently, until they both shook with orgasm as his mouth covered hers in a deep kiss. She’d felt strangely sad and empty after he finally pulled out and slipped from the bed to use the toilet. Slade’s exit from the bed, or maybe the sound of the closing of the bathroom door, had woken Mustang, who apparently was as ready again after his short sleep as Slade had been.

  In the midst of the ballroom, Jenna shifted in her chair and felt the tug of soreness in muscles she hadn’t been aware existed and body parts that were sadly not used often enough.

  She let out a sigh and noticed Barb watching her with concern. “Luckily we aren’t here for much longer. Then you can go home to New York and get some rest.”

  Jenna nodded even as her stomach twisted at the thought of leaving. She’d go back to New York. Slade and Mustang would go she didn’t know where, but she was sure of one thing, wherever they went, there’d be plenty of willing females. The guys would forget all about her. Unfortunately, she wouldn’t be able to put either of them out of her mind as easily.

  The wait staff circled their table like sharks and Jenna noticed they’d cleared everyone else’s lunch plates except hers, which remained barely touched. As she poked at her chicken Caesar salad half-heartedly, Barb whipped out her conference itinerary.

  “So we have the book signing for the rest of the afternoon and then the awards dinner after that. Ugh. Did you see who’s up for Author of the Year?”

  Jenna had seen, all right. She’d been green with envy the day that list had been posted online. She groaned. “Yeah. Lizzie.”

  Barb’s mouth twisted into a grimace. “Yup. Oh, well. At least it will be an early night. There’s nothing planned for after the awards.”

  Jenna nodded absently, her mind obsessing about what Slade and Mustang would be doing while she was begrudgingly applauding for the award winners over her prime rib, baby potatoes, green beans, and strawberry shortcake, or whatever typical conference meal the hotel had planned to feed them that evening.

  The two bull riders wouldn’t be riding bulls, of that Jenna was certain because they’d told her they had today off from competition so all the riders could rest up for the final round the next night. The question was what, or rather whom, would they be riding?

  Never let it be said that Jenna wasn’t up for a little good old-fashioned jealousy, whether it be in her personal or her professional life.

  “A few of us were talking about going out after dinner. Maybe find a townie bar, check out the local color. You up for it?”

  Sad and one step away from outright pouting over thoughts of Slade and Mustang out in a bar checking out some eighteen-year-olds, Jenna shook her head. “I think I’ll be heading to bed early.”

  “Oh, come on. We won’t be out late.”

  Jenna took a drink of her complimentary unsweetened iced tea and grimaced at the flavor, reaching for the bowl of sweetener in the middle of the table. “But we all have that publisher’s breakfast mixer bright and early tomorrow morning.”

  “Yeah, so I see. Right back here in the good old Grand Ballroom, which is where we’ll be eating dinner tonight, too.” Barb consulted the itinerary one last time, then shoved it into her bag. “I really do think it would be a shame for you to see nothing but this damn ballroom before we leave Tulsa. Don’t you wanna absorb some true Oklahoma culture? Maybe find a cowboy or two?”

  At that Jenna nearly choked on her second sip of tea.

  Not noticing, Barb looked around. “I wonder if one of the wait staff knows where there is a real dive. You know, the kind of bar where a pitcher of beer costs like nothing and the men all wear cowboy hats and dance to whatever country song is on the jukebox.”

  Jenna bit her tongue so she didn’t accidentally spew out the fact that she knew exactly where such a bar existed. Then the jealous, possessive wheels in her head began to turn. She pictured Mustang’s cocky grin as he made some cowgirl laugh. Jenna imagined Slade’s dark intense stare focused on another woman and she couldn’t stand it anymore.

  A plan began to form. Why couldn’t she just show up at the bar? It was a free country. If Slade and Mustang happened to be there, and Jenna happened to look amazing in her dress for the awards ceremony, so what?

  Before she could stop herself, her lips were moving and words coming out. “Um. I heard about a bar like that.”

  “Really? From who?”

  “Um, from my cousin. Remember? The one that lives near here. Well, not too near, but near enough.”

  “I remember. That was where you were last night instead of at the Vampire Ball after-party. It was your cousin’s daughter’s birthday or something.”

  “Mmm hmm. That’s the one. Anyway, her husband told me about this bar.” Shit. Jenna better quit while she was ahead before she got caught lying. Paranoia over Lizzie stealing her cowboy source may have started this string of lies, but now Jenna felt stupid telling Barb the truth. It was plain embarrassing that she had been lying for days. It had seemed simpler to keep on doing it, until now.

  “Great! Let’s go there then. This is going to be so much fun. I never get to go out at home.”

  Jenna tried to mimic Barb’s glee as her own heart began to pound in anticipation of seeing Slade and Mustang again. When exactly had Jenna lost her mind over these two cowboys? She’d like to say she could peg the exact moment at sometime between her third and fourth orgasms. She sure as hell wouldn’t mind going for a few more of those tonight. Unfortun
ately, she feared orgasms were only a very small part of her attraction to the two men.

  That thought was interrupted when Jenna’s cell phone started ringing. She glanced down at it, saw Astrid’s name on the caller ID, and hit the silent button.

  Astrid would want to know what had happened last night. Jenna couldn’t admit to herself what had gone on in that trailer. How was she supposed to admit it to Astrid? Jenna was sure of only one thing. She wanted it to happen again.

  With a quick text to Astrid explaining she couldn’t talk now and would call later, Jenna wove one more lie into her ever-growing web.

  Chapter Twelve

  With a stretch of stiff muscles, accompanied by the popping of joints and a groan, Slade rolled over in the narrow bed and squinted at the clock on the other side of the trailer.

  Peering through the dim light, Slade noted Mustang still sprawled unconscious across the bigger of the trailer’s two beds. Mustang had spent the night as busy as Slade had, and in the exact same way…with Jenna in that big bed. Slade tried not to think too much about that.

  The time displayed on the digital readout told him it was already late afternoon, but Slade couldn’t regret sleeping the day away, especially considering the reason why. He’d gladly sleep all day every day if it were because he’d been up making love to Jenna most of the night.

  Damn. Just the thought of Jenna had Slade hard again.

  Really good memories of her hit him hard. Her soft sighs when he had slid into her early that morning. The feel of her beneath his hands.

  Then there were the images of her that had nothing to do with sex. The way she’d giggle when Mustang made a stupid joke, or how she would listen intently to everything Slade said, as if he was the most interesting person in the world.

  Shit. He had to stop himself from thinking about Jenna anymore because on top of being hard as a rock, he also really had to pee. Time to get up and take care of at least one of his current bodily needs.