by Jenny Penn
“Point made.” Travis held up his hands in surrender as he dropped both items on the foot of the bed. Then he was kneeling down and crawling across the mattress to loom over her, his arms caging her in on either side. “You don’t really want to argue, do you?”
Tara stared up at him, and he had the distinct impression that she was truly upset, but then she swallowed and shook her head.
“No.”
She’d agreed with him, but Travis could still sense her lingering doubt and knew that he had truly ruined the moment. That didn’t mean he couldn’t make it up to her. That was just what he planned on doing as he knelt back between her legs and reached for the oil.
The scent of cinnamon filled the air as he snapped the cap open, and Travis breathed deeply.
Cinnamon was one of his favorite flavors. Right up there with the sweet taste that was Tara’s alone. Travis couldn’t wait to combine the two.
Chapter 5
Tara lay back and let Travis work his magic over her. All thoughts and concerns about other women faded away as he methodically massaged his way down every muscle in her body until he got to her feet. There he hesitated, taking his time to work every bit of tension from her soles. It was heavenly.
She could grow used to this.
That thought should have scared her. Tara didn’t want any attachments. Travis certainly wasn’t the right kind of man to attach to. It was clear from his earlier comments, the way he had toys already stored, and just the expert skill with which he touched her that the man was a serious player.
He was to be enjoyed, not coveted, but how could she not want to lie there forever when it felt so good to have his hands on her body? They were big and rough and strong, applying just the right amount of pressure everywhere they traveled. Even his thumbs were magical. They rolled into the high arch of her feet, making her toes curl.
Then his lips were brushing over her, following his hands back up the curve of her ankle and bulge of her calf to tease the sensitive skin behind her knee as he bent her leg wide. Travis nibbled his way up the inside of her thigh, allowing only the hot wash of his breath to tease her swollen folds as he turned his attention to her other leg.
By the time he’d worked his way down and back up, Tara was moaning and twisting on the rumpled cotton sheets, desperate for more. Her cunt wept and pulsed, hungry for dick in a way that it had never been before. It was almost painful, and she was whimpering, her fingers digging into Travis’s hair by the time his breath once again heated the weeping folds of her pussy.
This time he didn’t deny her but covered her cunt with kisses that grew ever more intimate until his tongue was twirling around her clit, making Tara pant with the rising tide of pleasure flooding through her. It was brilliant and bold and made her tingle in ways that she couldn’t help but grow addicted to.
Travis was a master with his tongue and even better with his fingers. Tara’s breath caught, her whole body arching as he screwed first one and two more of those thick, blunt fingers deep into her sheath, making her cunt pulse and clench around him as her body desperately tried to suck him deeper. Travis resisted, pulling back and allowing the sticky, callused tips to slide down the slick crease that led from her pussy to the entrance hidden between the cheeks of her ass.
Once again Tara’s breath was catching, this time with a hint of apprehension that had her muscles straining as he began to gently but insistently invade her ass. The pressure was almost too much, and she moaned out in confusion as Travis’s tongue began to lap rapidly at her clit. He drove her to the peak of ecstasy, even as he began to fuck her ass with a slow, smooth motion that filled her with a delicious kind of tension.
It was almost too much to bear, and when the rapture searing through her finally shattered, Tara found herself crying out as Travis’s lips lifted so he could thrust the dildo deep into her cunt. It wasn’t thick enough or long enough to truly satisfy her, but Travis wielded it like a pro, fucking it hard and fast into her and driving Tara from one release to another.
Every nerve in her body was singing with a glory that shattered into a molten tide of pure bliss as Travis withdrew the dildo to line its slender head against the tight opening to her ass. Then he fucked his tongue straight up into her pussy as he pumped the toy deep into her body. It was an amazing moment, and Tara couldn’t help but scream out with the pleasure as her body began to writhe and twist, matching Travis’s motions until he grunted and heaved himself over her.
Abandoning the dildo to latch onto her hips, he held her steady as he slammed the full length of his thick dick deep into her cunt. Then he was riding her with a franticness that had Tara coming apart at the seams. She was clawing at him, crying out with her need as her body bucked and went wild with the sudden, endless rapturous throb that seized her.
Tara came hard and fast, once, twice, three times before Travis finally joined her. By then he was sweating, trembling, straining as he roared out and collapsed under the strain of his release. Tara did the same, passing clean out with one single thought whispering through her head.
This had been exactly what she’d been missing in her life.
* * * *
Bryant squirmed and twitched and paced all night long, but still he couldn’t work off the excited energy he had built up in his veins. He didn’t need an active imagination to know just what Travis was up to. He just needed to know Travis, and he did, very well. The bastard was taking Tara for a ride, and that didn’t seem fair since Bryant had been the one to spot her first.
Now he was going to be stuck having her second.
That thought normally wouldn’t have bothered him. Truthfully, he didn’t mind sharing Tara with his buddy, but it had been clear from the first moment he’d kissed her that she didn’t have a lot of experience. While innocence had never been a thing he’d gotten off on, it seemed like his taste were changing because the very idea of tutoring Tara in all the ways to please a man had kept him hard for eight straight hours.
Alex really was a jerk. Any hope the men had had that him hooking up with Heather would finally calm him down had been a hope in vain. All Heather had really done was let Killian and Adam out of the doghouse. Those two really did deserve to live there. Still, if Bryant was being honest, so did he.
This time, though, was different. This time the punishment actually hurt. It had been worth it, though. It would be worth even more when he got home, which was just why Bryant had spent the entire night counting down the seconds. It didn’t help that it was a slow night, leaving little to distract him and three pots of coffee needed to keep him awake. By the time Brandon arrived to relieve him at the desk, Bryant was damn near vibrating.
There was no better way he could think of working off all the energy than by fucking Tara into complete exhaustion. It was that idea that had him speeding all the way home, or he would have if Alex hadn’t caught him. The son of a bitch knew just why Bryant had been giving it a little too much gas. Of course, he had to write Bryant an actual ticket and take his time doing it. The man was a real bastard, and he was enjoying himself.
Bryant wasn’t. He was simmering, barely holding on to his patience by a thread. Only the certainty that, if he so much as whispered a complaint, Alex would take all that much longer kept him silent. It also kept him going the speed limit as Alex followed him all the way to his driveway, where Bryant completely forgot about him at the sight of unknown compact parked in the drive.
It had to be Tara’s.
It was definitely her purse, shoes, skirt, and, he suspected, panties littering the front hall. Somebody had gotten stripped and, no doubt, fucked within a foot of the front door. Fucking was just how he found Tara and Travis as Bryant headed straight for Travis’s bedroom. The two lovers were tangled on top of the sheets, one of Tara’s curvy legs thrown over Travis’s swaying hips as they lay facing each other.
They were kissing and grinding into each other in a sensual dance that had Bryant’s cock swelling impossibly harder. With every int
ention of joining them, he started to shed his clothes as he came up behind Tara. She was completely unaware of his presence, and Bryant planned on taking full advantage of that fact, catching her by surprise as he slid onto the mattress behind her.
He’d have burrowed his aching dick straight into her ass and simply joined Travis in taking her for a ride, but the dildo peeking out between her cheeks warned him that she needed to be stretched first. That was just too bad for Travis because, without a second’s hesitation, Bryant latched onto Tara’s hips and jerked her back off of Travis’s dick and right onto his. The warm, wet heaven of her pussy enveloped him as Tara turned to offer him a sultry smile.
“Miss me, sunshine?” Bryant murmured, earning him a laugh as she shook her head.
“Sorry to break it to you, stud, but I’ve been busy.”
“And you’re about to get busier,” Bryant assured her as he dragged his dick back until the aching head of his cock lodged against the weeping opening of her cunt.
Then he was fucking himself into the sweetest, tightest pussy he’d ever sunk into before. It was heaven, and he couldn’t help but tighten his grip on her and press every last aching inch into Tara. She moaned in his arms, her hips pumping backward as her sheath rippled around him in welcome. It was the sexiest damn thing he’d ever experienced, but he didn’t have the patience to savor the moment.
Hopped up on way too much caffeine and driven by the many fantasies he’d spent his night dreaming of, Bryant didn’t even have the self-control to wait another second before he rolled her onto her stomach and reared up to ride her hard and fast.
* * * *
That was just how Tara came as Bryant fucked her from one explosive climax to another. Bryant’s cock was thicker than Travis’s but not as long. Fortunately for her, he was just as talented at fucking as his buddy, and, apparently, he could go just as long. Bryant proved that fact as he pounded into her with relentless force that had the whole bed shaking.
Just as she came one more time, Tara was sure she couldn’t take anymore and was ready to pass back out when Bryant latched onto the end of the dildo and began to pump it in and out of her ass. Instantly, the rapture whirling through her compressed into a smoldering caldron of need that had her crying out. It was too much.
She was going up in flames.
The flares grew only hotter, higher, until even her soul was burning with the ecstasy scorching up her spine with every thrust of his hips. Bryant’s dick was deliciously hard and thick, scraping over the sensitive walls of her sheath, even as the smooth, slender dildo pressed downward, making every nerve ending caught between the two cocks come alive.
Tara was coming alive, bucking and screaming as she gave herself over to the wanton, feral rhythm filling her body.
Her heart pounded faster than it had ever beat before as everything inside of her rushed toward an explosive climax that had her heaving with the molten rush of ecstasy. The inferno consumed her, burning away the rest of the world, and she was only distantly aware of Bryant’s shout of fulfillment as she finally gave herself over to the exhaustion pulling at her senses.
When Tara woke up hours later, it was to find herself still impaled on the dildo and trapped between the two heavy deputies. Between the two of them, they generated a heat that had her sweating, even on top of the sheets. It wasn’t the most pleasant experience, but it was a new, novel one.
She’d actually done it, had sex with not just one virtual stranger but two. It had been unbelievable. It was also a one-time deal. Tara might not have a lot of experience with one-night stands, but the title kind of spoke for itself. That meant that it was time for her to leave, to get home before her uncle realized she’d been out all night and started to worry.
It was probably a little late for that. Hopefully, he hadn’t sent anybody out looking for her. There was only one way to know and that was to get out of bed. That, though, was easier said than done. Tangled up in the heavy arms of each deputy, Tara had to wiggle around and carefully push them back to their sides of the bed.
Thankfully, neither one woke up because that would have just made the moment all the more awkward. Not to mention there stood a good possibility that they would start in on her again, and then it would be another few hours before she managed to get out of the bed. Tara didn’t have that kind of time to spare.
What she did have was a dildo stuck in her ass. That made every motion both a little uncomfortable and kinkily delightful at the same time. It also had her rushing to the bathroom to remove the thing in secure privacy.
Tara washed up a little too, but the bathroom was kind of gross, and she really didn’t feel that much cleaner as she began to put her clothes back on. She had to wade out into the living room half-naked to find her panties and skirt, along with her purse. Then she was fleeing out the front door.
* * * *
Bryant woke up hungry. Hungry for more. Hungry for Tara. With that single thought and the pain in his balls guiding his motions, Bryant rolled over in search of the warm, sweet body he’d only begun to feast on. What he found, though, was an empty bed.
Blinking open his eyes, Bryant reared up onto his elbow and squinted against the mid-morning sun pouring in through the windows to glare at the cool sheets rumpled over the mattress. Tara was gone. Gone? That couldn’t be right. He wasn’t done with her.
“Tara!” Bryant hollered as he sat up and swung his legs over the bed, thinking that Travis might have spirited her off to the shower for a little alone fun. That bastard had had enough alone time. He was about to go make that point clear when Travis came strolling out of the bathroom dressed in a pair of old sweats and swinging.
“Sorry, man.” Travis shot him a smile that contradicted his words. “The little miss ran off.”
“But…” Bryant sputtered before shaking his head. “No.”
“Yes,” Travis shot back with a smirk. “Don’t give me that look. I wasn’t the one who scared her off.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Bryant puckered up instantly at that.
“It means that you didn’t even bother with so much as a hello before you were banging that poor girl’s skull into the headboard.”
“I did not bang her skull into anything,” Bryant snapped, certain he hadn’t, though he couldn’t honestly remember.
“Uh-huh. Then why have I got a dent in my wall?”
“You’ve got a lot of dents in your wall,” Bryant shot back as he shoved out of the bed.
He needed a shower. Then he was going to hunt down Miss Tara and explain a few things to her, starting with the fact that they weren’t done fucking. Hell, they weren’t done with a whole lot of things.
That thought should have given him pause. When it came to women, he never really had wanted much more than a good fuck, but Tara was different. Bryant couldn’t explain it, didn’t even try. All he knew was he wanted something more from Tara, like right then he wanted to know where the hell she was and what she was up to and whether or not she was thinking about him.
Bryant knew that put him on the emotional level of a teenager with a crush, knew, too, that he should have stiffened his spine and gathered his dignity, accepting her dismissal with the nonchalance he normally showed, but fuck it. He had a crush, and it felt kind of good, kind of exciting and new. He’d missed that feeling and wasn’t about to abandon it now.
Pausing only long enough to shoot Travis a pointed look, he reminded his best friend of the truth. “And most of those dents were put there by other women.”
Travis didn’t deny that. Instead, he just grinned and stepped out of Bryant’s way as he shoved past him into the bathroom.
* * * *
Travis listened to the shower click on in the bathroom behind him and knew that Bryant was going to be busy for at least fifteen minutes. If Travis hurried, that would mean he’d have a good ten minutes head start on tracking down Tara. He knew that was exactly what Bryant intended to do. After all, they were best friends and tended to think
alike.
Right then, Travis was thinking he wanted another round with little Miss Tara. Maybe two. Maybe three. Maybe more. They’d sort that all out later once he caught up with her and explained a few things. Like she’d run off, but she hadn’t been dismissed.
Of course, Travis had to find her first. It seemed obvious where to look, and all it took to confirm his suspicion was a quick call out to the mayor’s place. The maid answered and informed him that Miss Tara was not available at that moment. He didn’t know what the hell that meant but still suspected that she was out there. That left him two choices. Pull on a suit and head on out there for a formal call or put on his camis and lay siege to the mayor’s house.
There really was only one right choice, which was why he got his camouflaged gear out. It was probably overkill. After all, the mayor didn’t have a gate, a fence, or even a dog to overcome, but Travis had fun anyway. He scurried through the yard, ducking behind bushes and hiding behinds trees as he circled the pool to the guest cottage.
Travis knew the layout of the mayor’s place by heart, having been invited to enough employee Christmas parties at the large, brick mansion. The guest cottage was much smaller and very quaint. It was the perfect place to stash a niece. He knew he was right on the money with that thought as he pushed up the bathroom window and lifted himself through it.
Almost instantly he was engulfed in the sweet scent of feminine products that blended together into a unique fragrance that he recognized instantly as Tara’s. He took a moment to sniff his way through her lotions, perfumes, and other assorted toiletries, admiring just how neat and perfectly she kept her bathroom.
A sound from the main room drew his attention away from all the various and sundry products every woman seemed to need and toward the door, which he cracked open to spy Tara in the little kitchenette area prepping what looked to be a sandwich on the counter. She had her back to him and was singing a little song to herself that disguised the slight sigh of the door as he eased out into the luxurious main room. He crept silently across the tilted floor to come up right behind Tara.
