Mastered by Mavericks [Doms of Destiny, Colorado 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Chloe Lang

  Reed’s thirst seemed unending as his hands and mouth continued their assault on her pussy. Sawyer’s, too, as his conquered every inch of her upper half, breasts, neck, arms, tummy, and more.

  “Time to show this beautiful creature what we can do for her.” Reed’s lusty tone caused her insides to violently pulse again and again.

  Suddenly, she was no longer on the bed but in their arms, pinned between them. She could feel their cocks lined up against her body—Reed’s to her pussy and Sawyer’s to her ass. This was what they meant to do to her just like she hoped they would. They wanted to claim her, all of her, and with everything inside her, that was what she wanted, too.

  Reed smiled and then stuck out his tongue until it hit the tip of her nose. She found it odd that he would do that. Then he began licking her nose, which was even stranger.

  “Reed, what are you doing?” she asked, reaching up to push him away.

  When her fingertips touched not Reed, but something with tiny legs on her face, she opened her eyes and screamed.

  Chapter Eight

  Nicole opened her eyes and swatted at the thing on her nose that had pulled her from the dream she was having about Sawyer and Reed. What was it? She looked down the bridge of her nose but her eyes didn’t seem to want to focus. Her mind was still fuzzy from her recent doze in the tub.

  Suddenly, she heard footsteps and then the sheets fell to the ground. Sawyer and Reed stood there with their guns drawn and ready for whatever assailant she faced.

  “You okay, Chicago?” Reed’s worried eyes locked on her.

  “It’s a–a…”

  “A what?” Sawyer asked, looking around the porch.

  And then the monster came into view. “It’s a moth,” she confessed, shocked and embarrassed.

  “What do we do now?” Reed said, aiming his gun at the winged insect now rising into the air. “Do you want me to shoot it?”

  Coming out of the water and to her feet, she laughed, grabbing the towel they’d left for her and wrapping it around her body. “Now do you believe me when I say I’m a seasoned cop?”

  Both men cracked up, and that fueled her hysterics. It felt good to laugh, to let go, to be happy.

  She felt herself shivering and looked down. The towel didn’t cover much. The sudden heat in her cheeks reminded her of that fact.

  “Here’s another towel, Chicago.” She looked up and into Reed’s steady gaze, which was fixed on her eyes. “The temperature drops fast in the mountains this late in the day.”

  As her giggles softened, she took the welcomed longer towel and wrapped it around her body. Reed was supposed to be the lustier one of the two cowboys. At least that was what he’d consistently been like since she’d met him. “A damn moth. Oh my God.”

  A new round of happy shrieks left her lips, causing them to all nearly fall to the floor again.

  “We’ll always save you, Chicago,” Reed said, his tone taking on a serious note.

  “Thank you.” Lost in the moment of his sweetness, she couldn’t remember ever being so relaxed, so calm. It wouldn’t have happened without Reed and Sawyer. They’d helped her get to this wonderful state. “I don’t know how I would’ve survived that beast without you.” The cowboys smiled and she leaned forward and pressed her lips to Reed’s and then to Sawyer’s. These men had brought out a side of her she’d never experienced.

  Again, she shivered but this time it wasn’t from being chilled—quite the opposite. This time it was from her insides warming up. She turned her attention back to Reed and Sawyer. They were looking at her with potent stares. Oh God, why did I do that?

  “Thank you for the sweet kiss, Chicago.” Reed cupped her chin. “But now that I’ve tasted those gorgeous lips of yours, I want more.”

  His mouth came crashing into hers. Her kiss had been meant as a sweet thank-you. His was something else entirely. He clearly intended to take charge here, to flood her with his will. He tasted warm and so very manly. Heat spread through her as his tongue traced the line between her lips and then pushed in—into her mouth. Her toes curled and her heart swelled in her chest. When his arms came around her, a tingle spread through her. Such rock-solid muscles pressing against her soft flesh reminded her she was a woman, feminine and vulnerable. Even in this state of vulnerability, she felt protected by him. His lusty kiss went on and on, and she began to feel woozy.

  This is real. This isn’t a dream.

  She could feel his rugged hands on her shoulders, sending quakes through her body from his fingertips. She’d been drowning for years, flooded with guilt and loneliness. For the first time in a very long time she could stop trying so hard and just be. God, it felt so good, so wonderful, so…there just weren’t words to describe what she was feeling.

  Reed released her lips for a moment and pulled her hair out of the towel she’d wrapped it in. She looked at his face, so incredibly handsome. Feeling his hands on her back took her breath away.

  “Sawyer, you have to taste her lips. They’re delicious.” Reed took a step back.

  Sawyer moved in front of her. The sweet gentleman cowboy she’d come to know in him was gone. Now, he looked more savage than civilized, more dangerous than sweet. His hands caught her hair and the little tug he gave her locks caused her breath to catch in her chest. “Yes, I must.”

  He leaned down and kissed her fully on the mouth. It wasn’t a gentle brush of his mouth against hers by any definition. There was clearly hunger in his lips and tongue, deep and hot. Her body’s reaction startled her. Never had she gotten so wet so fast, and especially not from a kiss. Her clit began to throb steadily. She felt so very warm as Sawyer’s domination of her mouth continued. As he pulled her in closer, his tongue swept past her lips.

  Suddenly, Sawyer shoved his arms under her knees and hauled her up his massive frame. Nicole was thrilled at how light she felt in his hold. She placed her forehead on his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck. As he carried her back into the cabin, Reed followed behind.

  Still groggy from the lazy bath, she closed her eyes, relishing the indulgent haze.

  Sawyer held her tight. “You’re beautiful, sweetheart. So fucking beautiful.” He spoke like she was a goddess and he was her worshiper.

  “Thank you,” she said, feeling the prick of happy tears in her eyes. “You both have been so sweet to me.”

  “Sweet?” Reed said. “I’ve never been accused of that before, Chicago.” Then his laugh that followed his words reached into her, filling her with warmth and tiny quakes.

  Even though the guilt and demons of her past seemed so very far away from here, they were still present in the back of her mind. Their voices, now muted, still mocked and taunted her to turn back from this path of pleasure, saying she didn’t deserve this—ever. And there was still the business of the missing persons report issue. The sheriff might have sidetracked her for a day or two, but no more. She needed to get back on the case to help Henry, despite his good-intentioned betrayal. She looked into Sawyer’s green eyes, and then at Reed’s blue ones. Their dual intensity was mind-boggling and body-warming. She wanted them. They wanted her.

  As Sawyer lowered her onto the mattress, she felt almost as though it was floating like the one in the dream. Or was it just her body that was soaring above the covers? Hovering mattress or buoyant body didn’t seem to change the fact that her bathtub dream had miraculously come into being in the here and now, in the flesh of two sexy cowboys, from her imagination into her reality.

  Sawyer moved onto the bed next to her, skating his fingertips along her arms. “I want you to think of this room as a safe haven, baby. Tonight is about you. Okay?”

  She nodded, tingling from head to toe.

  Reed took off his shirt revealing his wickedly hot chest. “We’re going to give you so much pleasure in this bed, Chicago, your body and mind will be totally blown. Mark my words.”

  I guess the case can wait until tomorrow.

  “Kiss me, baby.” Sawyer leaned in, and she
let her arms circle his neck once again. She pressed her mouth to his. As he whetted their kiss, sending his hungry tongue past her lips, she inhaled his manly scent of leather and gunpowder with the slightest note of steel. Still humid from her recent watery doze, her pussy’s ache returned and multiplied. Everything inside her seemed to be burning divinely.

  When their kiss ended, she looked over at Reed, who was now completely devoid of clothing and holding a box of condoms. Her heart thudded in her chest like a racehorse. A sharp, logical mind would most definitely hit the brakes on this course, but her mind was neither at the moment. Right or wrong, she wanted them to take her, to claim her, to make her feel like never before, to help her forget.

  “Don’t forget the lube, Reed.” Sawyer’s lips crushed against hers once again, blasting her need into the stratosphere.

  With one cowboy kissing her, the other removed the towel from her body. She could feel Reed’s lips on the back of her neck. In a flash, the brothers shuffled her between them, switching positions. Reed was next to her on the bed, kissing her, and Sawyer was stripping off his clothes.

  When Reed pushed the hair out of her eyes, she chewed on her lower lip, trying to keep herself from moaning. The sensations they were creating in her were more than she’d ever felt before. Hot. Electric. Massive.

  Reed kissed her, tangling his tongue with hers. Every nerve inside her seemed alive and on fire. Feeling Reed’s thick, hard cock against her naked thigh sparked a renewed burn in her throbbing clit. She closed her eyes as his lips moved from her mouth to her neck, pelting her with hot kisses. She was having trouble catching her breath as Sawyer’s tongue traced the center of her back and down her spine. Their dual mouth assault was sending her higher and higher, hotter and hotter. Her walls were not only down, but were crumbling into rubble and dust by these men. Why? What was it about them that pushed her forward for more? Everything. Their rugged charm and honest desire had taken hold of her. Though she’d been careful not to let her intrigue of them show at the club in Destiny, she had been captivated from the beginning. Now, she was completely mesmerized by them. Reed and Sawyer had an impact on her like no men she’d ever known.

  “I shouldn’t do this,” she said, as the old painful memories began to creep into her consciousness again. I don’t deserve this.

  Reed’s all-consuming blue stare made her blink. He moved his gaze to Sawyer. She turned to her other cowboy and looked into his knowing eyes. It was as if he could see into her most secret places.

  Sawyer smiled and cupped her chin. He didn’t say anything but turned to Reed. Something unspoken seemed to pass between them. Then their joint and confident attention landed right on her.

  “Not only do you deserve this, Nicole, you need this.” Sawyer’s kindness took her breath away.

  Giving in to her emotions got her in trouble. Always. But she didn’t want to get them back under control now even though she knew she should. She wanted to feel again, really feel. These men were opening her up and she just couldn’t bring herself to stop them. Still, wasn’t it important to make them understand? Didn’t they have a right to know how screwed up she was? “You should know something about me before we do this.”

  Reed’s comforting smile caused her heart to leap in her chest. “I know all I need to know, Chicago.”

  Sawyer stroked her hair. “Whatever demons you carry, sweetheart, don’t matter to us. We want you to have pleasure.”

  Their sweet words made her want to cry. No one had ever made her feel so wanted in her whole life.

  Reed kissed her shoulder. “You’ve had it hard, haven’t you?”

  She held back her tears by blinking. “No more than most, I suppose.”

  “Not true, baby,” Sawyer said. “Let us make things easier for you, at least for tonight. We can handle everything.”

  She looked from one brother to the other, shocked to see immeasurable tenderness in their eyes. It was too much, too powerful, too possessive even. “I’m not trying to be difficult,” she said, though knowing that was exactly what she was being. She had to. She’d always taken care of herself, good or bad, right or wrong. As much as she’d like to think of this as just sex, it wouldn’t be. That was something she was certain of. “I’m just saying it might be better to slow roll this, don’t you think?”

  “Slow is fun sometimes, but I’m not sure that’s what you want, Nicole.” That was the first time Reed had called her by her actual name, and it made her shiver with delight, though when he called her “Chicago” that also never failed to make her tingle. His fingertips ran down her trembling arm. “Do you really want us to stop?”

  “No,” she said, hearing the whisper of desire in her own voice.

  Reed smiled, and she saw fire ignite in his blue eyes, making her feel wonderfully vulnerable.

  Surrounded by the heat of his and Sawyer’s bodies, she felt her need expand inside her, heat ripping through every inch of her insides. She closed her eyes and moaned as each of them kissed her tingling skin on opposite sides of her neck. Reed’s hand cupped her breasts and Sawyer’s skated down her side and over her abdomen. Their cocks pressed against her thighs causing her breath to catch in her chest and heat shivers to go up and down her spine. Every nerve seemed to sizzle and spark as their mouths and hands worked her body into a state of frenzy. She could feel electrified currents coming online through her, from her neck to her breasts down her belly to her dampening pussy.

  Reed moved from her neck to her breast, a hungry manly hum vibrating through his lips to her tingling nipple. “You’re killing me, Chicago. Do you know that?” And then he captured her taut bit of flesh between his teeth, delivering the perfect amount of pressure.

  “Ohhh.” You’re killing me, too. She looked over at Sawyer, who was sliding one of his hands over her thighs and the other through her hair. His eyes were hooded with desire.

  “You’re safe here, Nicole. With us.” Even Sawyer’s words stirred her beyond measure.

  Reed’s warm breath on her nipple made her heart race even more.

  Everything inside her was on fire, and she sent her hands, one for each cowboy, into their manly locks.

  Reed tilted his head up and fixed his eyes to hers. “You like?”

  “God, yes,” she confessed, unable to hold back anything from them at the moment.

  He moved up her body until his lips were hovering above hers. “So do I, Chicago. So do I.” Then he pressed them hard on her mouth, keeping one hand on her breast. His rough fingers tenderly massaged her chest as he forced her lips apart with his hungry tongue. Everything in her swelled—her lips, her breasts, her nipples, her clit…everything. She felt light and heavy at the same time. The delicious heat they were stoking in her created fresh tingling sensations that made her squirm. Reed swallowed her moans, and then he began pinching her nipples, one after another. She’d never felt like this before, so filled with want and desire. Intimacy had never been so…so powerful and crushing. Sucking on Reed’s tongue, she moved her hands from their thick hair down their necks to their muscled chests. God, they were built. Years of riding horses and working on this ranch had sculpted their perfect masculine bods.

  Sawyer’s fingers moved closer and closer to her most intimate place, her pussy. “Please touch me,” she whimpered, shocked at her lack of control and her overwhelming need. “I’m dying to be touched.”

  Had she ever been so honest with anyone before? No. She’d never allowed herself to be. Couldn’t. But with Reed and Sawyer she was ready to open up and be exposed, which was thrilling and stunning, too. Their beauty was breathtaking and their tenderness was staggering. They were strong men, wonderful and passionate. Something told her they were keeping themselves in check, reining in their hunger and thirst for her. Still, she caught rare glimpses in their gorgeous eyes of something deliciously wicked and overwhelming. It was like she’d been frozen for years, stuck even, but Reed and Sawyer were melting away the hesitation, the suffering, and the doubt with their int
oxicating caresses.

  When she felt Sawyer’s hands finally touch her pussy, she gasped. An aching surge of sensations shot through her body. She was wetter than she’d ever been before in her life. Reed returned to sucking on her nipples, leaving behind her swollen and throbbing lips. Her breasts swelled from his light touch. She wanted more, so much more. She felt woozy and vulnerable between them. When Sawyer circled her clit with his thumb, her pussy clenched again and again.

  “Oh God. I–I have never…I can’t…” She was having trouble concentrating. The new sensual sensations were ripping through her like wildfire.

  “Enjoy this, Nicole. Every touch is for you.” Sawyer’s tone had an edge to it. Was he struggling to keep control? “Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside you.” Yes. He was struggling. What would happen if he gave completely in to his lust? A wicked, apprehensive shiver rolled through her at the possibility.

  Reed sucked on one of her nipples and rolled the other one between his thumb and forefinger. His bite and pinch worked together to increase her hurting need to a level that was next to unbearable. But his wonderful torture continued, going on and on, raising her higher and higher. She’d never wanted anything like she wanted Reed and Sawyer right now. It was strong and even frightening in a way. She’d faced dangerous men before, but these cowboys were a different kind of danger, and the unfamiliar sensations they were awakening inside her were so very intense.

  She’d had sex before but this was a level of intimacy she’d never known. Surrendering to them tonight seemed so natural, so right. The weight of her world was being lifted, if only for now, from her shoulders. This was what it meant to be in the moment, to let go, to feel.

  “I can’t stand waiting any longer.” Sawyer’s lusty words filled her with white-hot hunger. “I’ve got to taste you, baby.” He moved down her body, separating her thighs with his firm hands and positioning his hot mouth right above her navel until she could feel the heat of his breath on her skin. He decorated her abdomen with hot, manly kisses. Then he moved down, slowly, a fraction of an inch at a time. Closer. Closer. Closer. God, her urgent need grew and grew and still his advance to her pussy was agonizingly unhurried.