Boots and Chaps

by Myla Jackson

  What would it hurt? His balls and his dick, that’s what. If he didn’t get some relief soon, he’d bust the buttons on his jeans. Jackson resisted adjusting himself, refusing to let his brothers know how much their little stripper had him under her spell.

  He forced his shoulders to relax enough to shrug. “I guess I’d better stick around and make sure you two don’t make any unwanted advances.”

  Mark’s hands slipped around Kiki’s waist and down to the triangle of material. “Hey, sweetheart, let me know when my advances are unwanted.”

  “Oh, baby, I’m wanting.” She clasped his hands and slid them inside the white fabric, leaning back against him, her head resting on his chest, exposing the long, sexy line of her neck.

  Jackson staggered backward, his butt connecting with the arm of the sofa. He perched on the edge, promising himself he’d leave if the dancing got any more graphic. He’d never been one to watch while others fucked. It wasn’t right.

  The dancer reached out and flicked the buttons of her shirt open, loosening the knot beneath her breasts.

  Behind her, Mark lifted the shirt from her shoulders, peeling it down her arms to her elbows. He stopped there and twisted the fabric behind her back.

  Kiki’s eyes widened, her lips forming into a pout. “But I can’t move my arms.”

  Mark grinned. “Exactly. It was the kinky part we asked for.”

  Jackson half-rose from the couch, ready to intervene.

  The blonde’s eyelids drooped, a sexy smile curling the corners of her mouth. “Okay. So you like to play a little rough?”

  “Oh, yeah, baby.” Luke grabbed her hips, dragging her hard against him. “For a stripper, you’re wearing too many clothes.”

  “Let me dance.” She cast a glance over her shoulder at Mark. “I’ll remedy that little problem.”

  Mark’s brows dipped, his hand tightening on the fabric of the shirt clinching her arms together behind her. “I don’t know. I kinda like the rough play. Perhaps my brother can help you with the rest of your stripping routine.”

  “Only if it’s the other brother.” She nodded toward Jackson.

  “Uh-uh.” Jackson crossed his arms over his naked chest. “I told you, I don’t do foursomes.”

  “Come on, Jack. We want to see what else she has to offer,” Luke begged.

  “If he doesn’t come out to play, I’m done for the night.” Kiki tilted her head toward Jackson in challenge.

  “You gotta do it,” Luke groaned. “What I’m feeling is amazing.” His hand slipped lower, dipping between her thighs. “All wet and juicy. Damn it, Jackson, have a heart.”

  Jackson stood with every intention of leaving the room. But the eyes looking out from the black mask mesmerized him, drawing him closer.

  “Please.” She tugged against the shirt binding her arms behind her back.

  “Not what I had in mind.” With a slight frown, Mark relinquished his hold.

  Kiki pulled her shirt back up her shoulders and stuck out a hand, her fingers long, tapered, the nails neatly trimmed and plain, no colored polish, just the way Jackson liked them.

  Try as he might, he couldn’t resist. As if of its own accord, his arm rose, his fingers clasping hers, letting her draw him into the circle of her sensuality. Damn, he’d never live this down with his brothers. But at the moment, he didn’t care. He was fully under the stripper’s magic charm.

  Audrey couldn’t believe she was getting away with her charade. Her body burned, her pussy wet with her juices. Having Jackson watch as she strutted her stuff in front of his brothers had been so much of a turn-on, she’d broken most of her rules of stripping, and she was raring to break all the rest.

  Luke let go of his grip on her pussy and backed up a step, allowing more room for big brother.

  A thrill of adrenaline shot through Audrey, her core heating to molten hot. The twins were handsome with their dark Kiowa skin, high cheekbones and jet-black hair, and she wouldn’t mind making love to both of them. At the same time. But Jackson…

  She sucked in a long, deep breath and let it out slowly. This was a man’s man. Strip him down to a loincloth and he’d fit right in with his ancestors, hunting buffalo, fighting wars and making love with his woman. His broad shoulders flashed in and out of the strobe, the light casting shadows, emphasizing the distinct muscular definition of his chest and arms.

  Her gaze dropped to the top button of his jeans, flipped casually open as if he’d been in the process of undressing when she’d begun her little dance.

  She drew him near and flicked the other three buttons from their bindings with quick, desperate strokes. As the last button poked through the hole, his cock sprang free, slipping easily into her palm.

  “Knew you weren’t immune to Kiki.” Luke laughed. “Hey, Mark, check out that boner.”

  Jackson jerked back, sliding out of Audrey’s grip.

  Mark swung a wooden stool into the center of the floor and shoved Jackson toward it. “Sit. And no jerking off.”

  He sat and growled at his brothers, his hands going to his open fly and the shaft jutting straight upward.

  Luke cranked the music volume up a notch and danced toward Audrey. “Now that you have the birthday boy in position, let me help you out of that shirt.”

  It wasn’t what Audrey had in mind, but the angry frown on Jackson’s face gave her the courage to taunt him more, show him what he was missing. A little foreplay was just what he needed to make him eager to join the fun.

  Audrey tied the tails of her shirt beneath her breasts, a good start for a strip tease.

  “Did I give you permission to dress?” Luke shook his head and stalked her. “You know what the Gray Wolfs do to naughty girls?”

  Her body quivered as she backed away from Luke and into Mark’s chest.

  Jackson lunged forward.

  “Down, boy.” Luke clamped a hand on Jackson’s shoulder and shoved him back on the seat. “You’ll have your turn. We want to get her ready for you. This is your show, brought to you by the brothers Gray Wolf. Sit back and relax.”

  Jackson growled again, his arms crossing over his chest, hands fisted. “Relax…hmph.”

  Luke grabbed the lapels of Audrey’s shirt and yanked it upward, extending Audrey’s arms high over her head. There he twisted the fabric, knotting it tightly around her wrists. She stood in the bikini thong, chaps and her prettiest black lace demi-bra, her breasts pushed up, ripe for the tasting, should any man in the room care to go for it.

  Audrey’s skin stung where the shirt sleeves had scraped across, the slight pain even more titillating than she’d imagined. She wanted more. “Hey, what if I want to play too?” She tugged, but couldn’t free her hands. As a woman who’d been in control for the past two years, she was struck by this new sensation. These men had her at their mercy, a place she’d rarely allowed herself to be. A place she’d sworn she’d never go to again. But damned if she didn’t want more. She’d play along, just a little.

  Luke wagged a finger at her. “We are the masters. You don’t have a choice. Submit or suffer punishment.”

  Master. A wash of juices rushed through her pussy. Audrey had been submissive once. What had it bought her? Bruises, broken ribs and heartache. Her ex had shown her the worst side of a Dom-sub relationship. With Luke towering over her, her hands tied in front, her knees shook, but not out of fear. They were liquid with desire, her core tightening, her body screaming for release. Her mind rocked with the realization, her mouth watering for another taste of what was happening to her. How could she be so ready to fall back into that trap?

  “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Kiki.” Jackson’s voice cut through the jumbled fog of her thoughts.

  “I am my own master,” she whispered, her throat dry in anticipation.

  “Not in this house.” Mark crossed his arms over his chest. “If you don’t like it, you can leave.” He jerked his head, indicating the exit.

  Audrey’s gaze skittered toward t
he door, her breaths now coming in short, rapid succession. She didn’t want to go. “No.”

  Jackson’s eyes narrowed. “All you have to do is say the word and I’ll kill them.”

  “I know my limits.” Her chin rose. “If I want you to stop, I’ll let you know.”

  Luke crossed his arms, much like Mark. “How?”

  “I’ll say crackerjack.” She laughed, reminded of the little boxes of caramel-coated popcorn. As a child, she’d had so much of the sticky-sweet, candied corn, she’d gotten sick. Could she have too much of a good thing by letting all three of the Gray Wolf brothers touch her? Last time she’d been surrounded by men lusting after her, she’d been stripping for her rent money, unwilling to let her customers touch her. When she’d bought the bar, she’d sworn never to wear the mask, chaps and boots of her alter ego Kiki again.

  Never say never.

  She didn’t need the money and could have canceled had she wanted. Audrey had taken this gig for a no-strings-attached chance to get lucky with Jackson Gray Wolf. She’d pushed him away after the incident in the storeroom, unwilling to give up her independence or show any signs of weakness. The bar business wasn’t for sissies or women, the previous owner had warned her.

  Audrey had bought the bar anyway, and set out to prove everyone in the county wrong. Having a fling with a local didn’t fall into her plans. Disguised as a stripper, no one need ever know she’d gotten her sex fix with the man of her dreams. No one could prick her Achilles’ heel and watch her bleed to death if Jackson pulled the old fuck-’n’-dump so many of the men she knew did. And if she felt like she was losing control, she’d leave and no one would know where to find Kiki.

  And to have all three of the Gray Wolf brothers at once was an unexpected bonus. If she had to play by their rules, so be it, as long as her identity remained a secret and she came away satisfied.

  “You understand what we might ask of you?” Mark turned her to face him.

  She nodded slowly, swallowing hard on her nerves, willing the rapid beat of her heart to slow. “This is some kind of Dom-sub thing, right?” A shiver of excitement skittered across her skin.

  Jackson’s lips pressed into a thin line. “You’re going too far,” he warned, his gaze shooting between his brothers.

  Audrey shook her head. “No, we aren’t. Kiki is willing to try anything.” She would have clapped her hands together had they not been bound, ready to take on a little BDSM.

  “Do you talk of yourself in third person often?” The big Kiowa Indian’s eyes narrowed, and he stared hard at Audrey.

  “I’m willing to try anything.” Audrey fought to keep her cool and not blow her cover, kicking herself for her vocal blunder.

  “Trust us, brother. I won’t take Kiki anywhere she doesn’t want to go.” Luke glanced from Jackson to Audrey. “Crackerjack it is.” He grinned, then his face smoothed into a confident mask, and he tugged hard on the bindings around her wrists. “Dance for Kiowa warrior Master Gray Wolf.”

  Chapter Four

  Jackson had never been involved in anything quite like what the boys had in mind. And damned if he could stop it from happening. His entire body radiated the heat of a bubbling volcano.

  Kiki spun away from him, her chaps flapping wide, her buttocks shining in the light from the strobe. Her hips swirled in a figure-eight motion, with ever-widening thrusts like an experienced belly dancer. She raised her bound hands in the air and turned again to face him. Her black lace bra was thin, sheer, the strategic placement of the thicker lace flower petals covering the tips of her nipples.

  Jackson wanted to reach out and yank off the scrap of lace. He yearned to pluck the hidden fruit beneath with his teeth, or tongue the nipples into tight little buds.

  How could he make love in a storeroom with one woman the day before and want to fuck the stuffing out of another in less than twenty-four hours? It wasn’t right. Nothing about this night had been right from the start. Yet he couldn’t walk away. Didn’t want to. He’d made no promises to Audrey. In fact, Audrey had pushed him away, calling their hookup a mistake.

  The dancer circled behind him.

  Jackson struggled to keep from spinning on his seat, his heart pounding. Instead he glared at his brothers. “You’ll pay.”

  “We already did, brother. We already did.” Mark nodded, his smile stretching across his face. “And she’s worth every penny.”

  The blonde hooked her bound hands over his head in a body-rubbing hug, her fingers slipping down over his naked chest. Warm, soft skin nudged his back, the lace bra abrading his skin in a sensuous, side-to-side motion.

  Fingers slipped downward, the nails digging into his abdomen, scraping gently upward.

  A moan escaped his throat, and he leaned his head back into the cushion of her luscious breasts.

  Dear Lord, had he lost all sense of propriety? His brothers were watching as his cock swelled and a strange woman caressed his naked chest.

  Jackson’s dick twitched, his groin tightening even more. He shifted on the hard wooden seat. Nothing short of shedding his jeans would alleviate the constraints on his manhood.

  Luke crossed his arms over his chest, his face stern, his eyes twinkling. “Enough teasing. Show my brother what he can have.”

  Her hands slid lower, and she ran her fingers across the tip of his cock. Then she was gone, her warmth removed from Jackson’s back.

  Spinning in his stool, he watched as she shimmied and gyrated around the room, her body languid, graceful and sexy as hell.

  Jackson turned in his seat as she came back around to face him. When he started to rise, she laid her hands on his shoulder and pressed him back on the hard wood.

  Before he could move, she straddled his lap, her high-heeled, booted feet planted on either side of his thighs, her pussy at mouth level. Nothing stood between Jackson and her cunt but a thin scrap of white material.

  His mind fogged with lust, Jackson’s hands reached for her hips, grasping her hard, his fingers digging into her bare bottom. He dragged her down until her pussy perched over his jutting member.

  “Not so fast, Kiki.” Mark grabbed her hand and spun her out of Jackson’s grip.

  Jackson growled and rose half out of his seat. “Is this my birthday or not?”

  Luke, the logical one of the twins, lifted his hands, palms upward, his expression serious, no hint of laughter. “You were the one who didn’t want anything. The least you can do is let us have a little fun too.”

  With a wicked spark in his eyes, Mark nodded. “Kiki, you’re making me hot. Too hot for these jeans. Do something about it.”

  Kiki rubbed her body along Mark’s, purring like a cat in heat. Her hand cupped his crotch, squeezing gently.

  Anger warred with the rapid rise of desire inside Jackson. How could he be turned on by watching a woman coming on to his own brother? At once jealous and intrigued, he couldn’t fathom his own reaction, nor could he glance away. Damn Mark for the rebel he was. He had to be the instigator, coming up with stunts Luke would never dream of. Luke usually kept a level head and made smart choices—except when Mark talked him into some crazy scheme. And this had to be the craziest.

  Jackson groaned as Kiki slipped the button loose on Mark’s jeans and eased the zipper down. When his cock dipped out, she grasped it, sliding her fingers along the hard length, her gaze not on her hands or even Mark. No, she glanced across at Jackson, a smile teasing the corners of her mouth.

  “Suck it,” Mark commanded. “Suck my dick.”

  Was that her body quivering?

  Jackson’s gaze narrowed, and he watched for her to do it again.

  Kiki dropped to her knees, maneuvering herself and Mark sideways so that Jackson could see everything. Her fingers curled around Mark’s cock and she bent forward, kissing the tip of his dick, her full, soft lips pressing gently to the rounded head.

  Air caught in Jackson’s throat and lodged there.

  Mark grabbed the back of Kiki’s head and pushed her forwar
d, forcing her to take the full length of him into her mouth.

  Jackson snarled. “Don’t hurt her.”

  His brother pulled his cock from her mouth. “Am I hurting you?”

  “N-no. Not at all.” With bound hands, she gripped his dick and drew him back into her mouth.

  “Damn, I’m getting horny.” Luke flung himself on the floor on his back and lifted one of Kiki’s knees, sliding beneath her. “Want some of what you’re giving?” he asked.

  Kiki let Mark’s cock slide free of her mouth, nodding. “Yes.”

  Pushing the white bikini thong aside, Luke tongued her cunt. “Mmm…I never dreamed of eating a woman in chaps and boots.”

  Jackson could take it no longer. He stood so fast, the wooden stool crashed to the floor behind him. “Damn it, it’s my birthday!”

  Luke laughed from beneath Kiki’s pussy. “Was wondering when he’d wake up.”

  “Kiki, our brother is feeling neglected.” Mark stepped back, freeing her mouth. “Suck his cock hard. He obviously needs it more than I do.”

  She slid her fingers along Mark’s cock and turned toward Jackson. Color rose high in her cheeks as she climbed to her feet. “Does the birthday boy want it?”

  “Damn it!” Jackson pointed down. “Does it look like I want it?”

  A chuckle rose from her throat, sending waves of heat radiating from Jackson’s chest all the way down into his rock-hard cock.

  The dancer’s hips rotated left, then right, her arms rising above her head, wrists still bound. As she neared Jackson, her movements became more pronounced, her studded boots scooting across the floor, much like a pair Jackson had seen recently.

  A niggle of recognition tugged at Jackson’s lust-fogged consciousness.

  When Kiki stopped in front of him, her arms dropped, her pale eyes peering through the mask. “What exactly do you want?”

  For a long moment, Jackson stared into those eyes, that twinge of something nagging at the back of his mind. “Do I know you?”