Boots and Chaps
Page 7
A bright light blinked in the darkness of the living room.
Jackson’s heart skipped a beat.
The light blinked again, then settled into a steady rhythm, strobing the darkness with brilliant flashes.
His stomach flipping over, Jackson jumped down from his truck and ran for the house.
No way. It couldn’t be.
As he burst through the front door, a familiar figure swayed in the intermittent lighting, her body smooth, sensual and practically naked, wearing nothing but a thong, a white lace bra and those damned chaps. Instead of the red boots, she wore a pair of white cowboy boots. The long blonde hair scraped the top of her ass, a white cowboy hat balanced on her head at a jaunty angle.
Hallelujah! Jackson’s heart sang. She’d come back.
Heat surged beneath his collar. She’d come back to dance for his brothers, not him.
Mark sat in the wooden stool Jackson had occupied the night before, a grin splitting his face, his hands reaching for the woman cavorting in front of him.
Luke glanced toward Jackson. “Told you she’d come back. All I had to do was call the Ugly Stick and here she is.” Luke stood with his shirt off, his jeans riding low on his hips, his feet bare on the wooden floor.
Jackson moved closer, not entirely sure he liked the idea of Kiki dancing for all three of them. After their night in bed, he kinda felt he owned the right to claim her as his.
The anger built until another thought followed on that. Maybe that was Audrey’s point to pushing him away and disguising herself as another person. She didn’t want to commit to one man. Didn’t want anyone staking a claim on her.
That set him back a step or two. What had caused Audrey to be so gun-shy on commitment? Had some fool cheated on her? Maybe Jackson made her feel less than a woman or worse, he hadn’t measured up to her sexual appetites.
Jackson edged closer. There had to be a reason.
Kiki spun away from Mark and circled Luke, her hands trailing over his chest, fingers dancing along the man’s muscles.
Jackson could almost feel the strength in those hands, the same hands that had wrapped around his cock, guiding him into her mouth. His jeans tightened, his dick pressing against the hard metal rivets.
Luke grabbed Kiki beneath the legs and swung her up in his arms. “You’re just about the purdiest thing I’ve seen.” He kissed her soundly and spun her in a circle.
“Hey, don’t be greedy. She was dancing for me,” Mark complained.
Luke set her on her booted feet, and Kiki danced toward Mark, planting her heels on either side of his thighs, grinding her pelvis toward his face.
Mark clamped his hands on her hips and held them steady as he ran his tongue from her bellybutton to the low cut of her thong.
She hooked her thumb in the elastic of the thong and dragged it lower, exposing the furry mound of hair beneath.
Mark plunged his face into it, his fingers clasping the globes of her buttocks.
She laughed and pushed his face away. “That tickles.” Then she turned and sat in his lap, bending to touch her boots.
It gave Mark and Jackson a prime view of her pearly white ass.
Jackson groaned, wanting to join her dance but not yet willing to share with his brothers. Which gave the twins free rein with the beauty. Well, to hell with that.
He stomped into the middle of the room and jerked Kiki by the hand up into his arms, slamming her against his chest.
Her eyes widened and her mouth rounded into a surprised O. Then her eyelids drooped over her blue eyes, the mask still firmly in place.
Jackson reached up to lift the mask.
“Don’t, or I leave,” she warned, her body shifting against him, her breasts rubbing into his shirt. “You don’t want me to leave, do you?”
He shook his head. “No.”
“The last time I was here it was your birthday. Tonight it isn’t.” She ran her fingers up the front of his shirt, over his chin and to his lips.
He captured one and sucked it into his mouth.
“I owe it to your brothers to entertain them tonight. After all, I’m here on their dime.” She pulled her finger out of his mouth and pressed her lips to his. “If I don’t do a good job, you can spank me.” She shrugged and flipped her hair over her shoulders. “If I do a good job, you can spank me. Or not.” With a quick spin, she danced out of his arms, her bare bottom, a tempting target, shaking in his face.
How he wanted to bend her over his knee and spank her for teasing him. Then he wanted to drive his cock into her and spank her more.
Jackson stood at the edge of the makeshift dance floor, his arms crossed, his fists clenched.
Kiki spun and swayed around Luke, pressing her bare ass against his. Then she rounded to the front, wrapped her arms around Luke and leaned her breasts into his naked chest. She straddled his thigh, dragging her pussy along the hardened length. “Want to play with my boobs?” she whispered, the sound carrying just enough that Jackson could hear.
Luke nodded. “Hell, yeah!” He reached behind her and flipped the hooks loose, then slipped the straps over her shoulders and down her arms. He tossed the bra to the side. It landed on top of a lamp and dangled saucily.
Luke’s hands rose to cup her breasts, lifting and squeezing them gently.
“Oh, come on, I know you can squeeze harder than that. You’re a man, aren’t you?” She clamped her hands over his, squeezing firmly.
Jackson didn’t think he could get any harder. He jerked the top rivet of his jeans open, releasing some of the pressure. Not nearly enough, but he didn’t say a word. He wanted his shot at spanking her when she’d finished teasing his brothers and him in the process.
“Oh, hell, he’s not nearly enough man for you. Let me.” Mark moved up behind Kiki, shoved Luke’s and Kiki’s hands off her breasts and pinched the tips between his thumbs and forefingers.
“Mmm, that’s nice.” Kiki wiggled her bottom into the jutting ridge of Mark’s fly, while her hands dropped to Luke’s waistband. Her fingers flicked the top button loose. “Wanna come out to play?”
Jackson groaned and turned away. He couldn’t take more of this. He just couldn’t.
“Oh, hell yeah,” Luke whooped loudly.
Like a moth mesmerized by the flame, Jackson couldn’t remain with his back to the goings-on in the room. He spun.
Luke had his fly open and his cock jutting into Kiki’s hand.
She bent at the waist, Mark leaning over her from behind, his hands still cupping her breasts.
Kiki studied Luke’s dick and stretched out her tongue, licking it from the base to the tip. Her pretty pink tongue circled the hole and dipped in. She glanced over her shoulder at Mark. “Aren’t you getting hot yet?”
“Who me?” Mark squeaked. “Uh, yeah.” He nudged her with his fully clothed groin.
“What are you going to do about it?” She wiggled her bottom again, rubbing against the ridge.
Mark fumbled with the button and zipper, ripping open his fly. His cock sprang free, eliciting another groan from Jackson.
“Why are you doing this to me?” Jackson asked.
Kiki looked up, her brows rising into the bangs of that danged blonde wig. “Doing what?”
“Making me suffer.” How he wanted to rip off the wig and expose her long, strawberry-blonde tresses.
“Am I making you suffer? You don’t have to watch, you know. Your brothers have everything in hand.”
Mark reached into his back pocket and pulled a condom out. He held it up for his brother’s inspection. “See. I came prepared.” He ripped it open with his teeth and sheathed his shaft in record time.
Jackson stood rooted to the spot, unable to move, unable to look away as Mark tugged her thong aside and eased his dick into Kiki.
His cock pressed so hard against his fly, Jackson couldn’t stand it. He tugged the buttons on his jeans loose in one hard jerk. His member sprang free, giving him immediate, if not short-lived, relief.
He was reacting all right. His hand ran the length of his member, sliding over the steely hardness, his concentration flicking from where Mark entered her from one end to Luke from the other. The strobe light blinked, adding to the frenetic intensity of the scene.
Luke grabbed Kiki’s head and jerked free of her mouth, his come shooting over the hardwood floor.
Mark held on to her hips, his head thrown back, his body stiffening. He grunted loud and slammed hard into her one last time, holding her steady, his hands sliding along her sides to her breasts, easing her into more of an upright position, his cock still buried deep inside her.
Jackson’s hand ratcheted up and down over his dick. The tension had built to match that of his brothers. When he pitched over the edge, he came, his juices squirting out over the floor, drenching his hand.
Luke chuckled. “Big brother got something out of that.” He cupped a hand around Kiki’s chin and kissed her lips. “That was great. Thanks.”
Mark patted her ass and pulled free. “It sure was. Can’t remember better.” He stretched and yawned. “Well, I’m all done for. I’ll call it a night.”
“I’m not.” Luke stared down at his boner. “I could go another round if you’re up to it.” He glanced up hopefully at Kiki.
Kiki shot a look at Jackson. “Only if your big brother joins us this time.”
Jackson frowned, the evidence of his own ejaculation still gleaming in his hands. Though he’d gotten off by himself, he hadn’t gotten the satisfaction of being inside Kiki or playing rough with her as they had two nights before.
“If it’s to be Luke and me, I’m calling the shots.”
Kiki shrugged, a grin pulling at her lips. “Are you the master?”
Jackson’s eyes narrowed and he stalked across the floor, his boots hitting the wood hard. He yanked her into his arms, forcing her chin up so that she had to stare into his eyes. “You tell me.”
Her gaze held his for a long moment, then her eyelids dropped over her blue eyes. “You are the master.”
“Hot damn!” Luke clapped his hands together.
Mark hovered near the doorway to the living room. “Can a man change his mind?”
“Hell no—” Jackson started.
Kiki raised her finger to his lips. “Yes, he can.”
“Four’s a crowd.”
Kiki’s chin dipped low, a slight smile lifting her lips. “You’re the master. As you said, you can call the shots. Remember, I like it rough, but it’s my decision who I want to be with, and if I want more than just one man.”
Jackson’s cock jerked. “What if I want a one-woman man?”
She pulled free of his arms. “Find someone else.” She started to walk away.
Unable to let her go, Jackson grabbed her arm and yanked her back against him, his hands rising to cup her breasts. He pinched the nipples hard, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers. “You’d walk away?” His dick nudged the crease of her ass, pressing toward her anus.
Her breath caught and she paused before whispering, “In a heartbeat.”
“So be it. I’ll share you with my brothers, but we play by my rules.”
Her hands reached behind her, skimming down his waist to his hips. She dragged him closer, his damp cock sliding between her cheeks. “As you wish.”
Audrey didn’t know what had gotten into her. From swearing never to fuck Jackson Gray Wolf again to being at his mercy all in the space of forty-eight hours. She knew she had control if she wanted it. But she didn’t. Her toys couldn’t begin to satisfy her like the Kiowa warrior. And the added bonus of his two brothers was ice cream with the cake.
The question nagging her was how long she could keep up the pretense. Audrey kept telling herself she was only in this charade for the sex. One glance at the tall, dark Texan and she knew it was a lie. She wanted a hell of a lot more out of him than that. But what?
After her relationship with Randy McNabb, the two-timing, abusive son of a bitch she’d hooked up with in Austin, she never wanted a man to dominate her so completely that she didn’t know who she was. With Randy she’d lost herself, lost all of her confidence and had been forced to move from Austin to Temptation, Texas to get out from under his heavy hand.
With Jackson, it was different. She’d invited Jackson to dominate her on her own terms. With him, she welcomed the pain. With Randy, she’d come to hate it and flinched away from him. He hadn’t understood limits. Jackson did. The two were as different as night and day. That Jackson was willing to share her showed how much he cared about her feelings.
Still, was she ready to reveal herself as Audrey instead of Kiki? She liked when he took control in the bedroom, but she wanted control of her own life in public.
Did she want someone in her life who had such a sway over her emotions and actions? She’d worked too damned hard to rebuild her shattered life. She had too much riding on the respect she’d earned in this little corner of Texas to lose it now.
No, she couldn’t let Jackson in. The mask remained. The relationship would end if the Gray Wolfs ever discovered the truth.
In the meantime, she wanted to lie with the wolves and enjoy a little nooky. Tomorrow Kiki would hang up her boots and chaps and totally disappear from the face of the earth.
Chapter Seven
Jackson pointed to Luke. “Move the table.”
Luke snapped to attention and practically leaped at the big coffee table in the middle of the living room floor. Mark hurried to the other side, and together they shoved the table to the corner of the room.
The music played on, the strobe light flickering to the beat. Kiki smiled and pulled away from Jackson, her body writhing, swaying and turning in rhythm to the sexy song playing on the sound system. “What do you want first?” She shimmied, her breasts shaking, bobbing and tempting Jackson into a permanent hard-on.
“On your knees,” he demanded.
She danced to the center of the large area rug in the middle of the living room where she dropped to a kneeling position, swaying backward, her hips churning, her arms floating in the air.
God, she was beautiful. Her skin glowed a blue gold, her bleached-blonde wig shifting jerkily in the intermittent light.
Jackson didn’t want to think about how he’d include his brothers in this orgy. He just wanted to jump right in and screw Kiki—er, Audrey. But she wanted more than that. If he was to win her trust, he had to go along with her demands, while making a few of his own. This delicate game of Dominance and submission would take a certain amount of finesse if he didn’t want to scare her away for good.
Jackson dropped to his knees in front of her, his hands circling her hips, rising to capture her breasts. He bent to kiss each nipple, tugging on them one at a time. Then he bit into the tip, hard enough to cause pain, but not too hard to draw blood.
She gasped, her head falling back, exposing the curve of her neck, a perfect path for Jackson to follow up to her lips.
He nipped and tongued his way across the frantically beating pulse at the base of her throat and up to her mouth where he bit into her full, tender lips, tugging gently. She tasted of mint toothpaste and sex. Jackson’s cock swelled tighter, anxious to plunge into her moist depths.
“Eh-hmm.” Luke cleared his throat, his hand on his engorged dick.
“I’m getting there,” Jackson growled. “I’m calling the shots, remember?”
Mark edged in. “You got that right. Move over Luke. I can take a little direction better than you can.”
Kiki smiled at Jackson. “What would you like me to do first? Or should I say who?”
“I’m going to fuck you,” he said, his voice hoarse, caught up in the raw sensuality of what was about to take place. “And while I fuck your cunt, my brother Luke will fuck you in the ass.
” He waited to see if she’d shy away from his demand, praying she wouldn’t. If she said crackerjack, he’d back off immediately.
Her eyes widened and her tongue swept across her lips, her gaze darting from Jackson to Luke and back. “Is it possible?”
“I’ve never done it, but we’re about to find out.” He pointed to the floor. “Lie down.”
Luke hesitated, scratching his head. “I don’t know about this. I mean, I like my brother, but isn’t that putting us a little too close? I’m not into guys and definitely not into my brother.”
“But you’re into me, aren’t you?” Kiki lay on her side on the floor, a smile curling her lips. She nodded toward Jackson. “Luke, if you don’t, I won’t. Jackson is the master.” She patted her bottom. “Or is it that you’re afraid of a little anal sex?”
Luke shook his head, a grin stretching across his face. “Hell no.” He jerked his jeans down his legs, kicking them to the side, then dropped to the floor behind Kiki and pulled her bottom toward his hard dick.
“Not yet.” Jackson sucked in a deep breath. He’d never been with a woman while with other men, least of all while his brothers watched or participated. Kiki, or Audrey—whoever the hell she pretended to be—was his first shared woman. “I’m going in first.”
He shed his shirt slowly, familiar with disrobing in front of his brothers, but not in front of a woman and his brothers. They’d skinny-dipped a number of times in the creek, so seeing each other naked wasn’t new. Naked and aroused, now that was a different story. He toed off his boots, stripped his jeans and kicked them to the side. His shoulders straightened, his cock jutting forward, hard, thick and ready for Kiki. As the master, he made the next move.
He dropped to his knees in front of Kiki, his cock dangling over her face. “Touch me.”
She reached out and caressed his cock. “Like this?”
“Faster.”
Her hand circled him, her grip strong but soothing as she fucked him with her hand.
Jackson’s groin tightened, the warmth and friction driving him deeper into this fantasy. “Enough.” He grabbed her wrist, bringing her movements to a halt.