Carla's Cowboys

by Bella Settarra

  “Mine, I think.” Matt’s hand slid down her body and Dyson obligingly removed his fingers so Matt could cup her dripping pussy in his large, warm hand. His heat washed over her and she felt his palm against her clit as he rubbed up and down her burning mound. His hot lips trailed once again down to her left breast and he sucked hard on her tight nipple, causing her to whimper uncontrollably as the sensations wracked her whole body.

  Matt’s cock was painting a snail’s trail around her inner thigh, before he reached down to sheath it. “Ready, darlin’?”

  She had never been more ready. She nodded, her throat too tight to speak, and stared into his almost-black eyes.

  His massive cock lunged into her aching pussy, stretching her with delightful pain as he slammed into her.

  “Ah!” Carla screwed her eyes tight as the sting morphed to a pleasurable burn and she clung to the muscles of his taut shoulders, pressing her body hard against his.

  “Beautiful,” Dyson murmured from behind her. He, too, had unfastened his pants and sheathed his engorged cock, which now teased and tormented her ring. She could feel the delicious coldness of lube which contrasted beautifully with the warmth which surrounded her while he licked and kissed the back of her overly-sensitized neck. These guys sure were prepared for every eventuality!

  Matt picked up the pace in response to her uncontrollable moans and she felt the heat rise inside, as well as all over, her quivering body.

  “That’s it, baby, just go with it,” Dyson encouraged.

  His words, the heat of his breath, the growl from his throat all fueled the fire that raged within her and she screamed her release into Matt’s heaving chest while he groaned in unison.

  Instead of slowing down to savor the moment, she felt the guys spring into action as Dyson smeared her juices from her pulsating pussy around to her ass, lubricating her waiting hole even more before his hot cock nudged the rim. Carla was still quivering from her orgasm when she heard him whisper huskily into her ear.

  “Okay, baby?”

  She nodded, her mind in an oblivious daze. Matt hadn’t withdrawn from her folds, his cock still huge and hard inside her, despite his recent release.

  Dyson’s massive erection eased slowly into her hole.

  “Take a deep breath then let it out real slow,” Matt whispered to her.

  Carla obliged, heaving the breath into her lungs.

  “That’s it, darlin’. Breathe out when you’re ready,” Matt murmured.

  She expelled as steadily as she could manage as her whole body continued to shiver and shake under their touch. All her muscles relaxed as the air left her lungs, and it took her a few seconds to realize that as the oxygen escaped her, Dyson’s enormous cock was entering her.

  “Beautiful, baby,” Dyson groaned into her ear as his hot flesh filled her to the brim.

  She gasped, realizing suddenly that she now had both gorgeous guys inside her. She could actually feel their cocks almost rubbing against each other as they fell into a natural rhythm, one pushing in while the other retreated, rather like an old-fashioned combustion engine. The sensations their actions created were incredible, and she cried out as every nerve-ending within her was stimulated and caressed.

  “You’re doing great, darlin’.” Matt’s approval washed over her, soothing and reassuring her.

  “Okay, baby?” Dyson’s concern was heartwarming and she nodded enthusiastically, assuring him that she was far more than just ‘okay’.

  Although she would have thought that their warm, loving natures would be at odds with their passion and fire, she actually found it enhanced them. These guys were the complete package.

  Her admiration and adoration for the twins swept through her as the excitement in her mounted to a fever pitch. They seemed to become even harder and larger—if that were possible—and suddenly all three reached their climax simultaneously. Carla screamed out, burying her face once again in the hard muscles of Matt’s shoulder, while the guys roared like feral beasts. The air was full of the sound of wild abandon, while the strong scent of sex hung all around them. Their bodies were red-hot as sweat poured down and they all gulped for the same air.

  As the guys eventually withdrew from her aching body, Carla became aware that she had actually sunk her teeth into Matt’s salty flesh.

  He shrugged off her embarrassment in his casual manner.

  “I’m so sorry,” she murmured, afraid that she might have even drawn blood.

  “Hey, I’m not,” he assured her, stroking her arms reassuringly. “I’m proud of it. I’ve never got a woman that riled up before—well, not while making love, anyhow.” He laughed.

  She smiled up at him. His face was relaxed and his twinkling eyes were lightening again as he slowly calmed down. His easy-going attitude sure was a tonic and she relished it after the tension of the last few hours.

  Dyson’s arms held her from behind, and she felt like she never wanted to move from this spot. Feeling both guys hold her was like heaven on earth, especially as exquisite sensations were still wracking her overheated body. She shivered as aftershocks ran through her, and felt their hold tighten even more.

  “Let’s get you to bed,” Dyson murmured in her ear.

  Matt scooped her up in his bare arms and carried her out of the room and down the corridor. A large bedroom greeted her, and Dyson went over to light the lamps on the nightstands as Matt placed her carefully on the oversized bed which dominated the room.

  “I’ll just fetch her things,” Dyson mumbled before leaving the room.

  Matt removed her T-shirt and the bra which was now digging into her heaving flesh, and pulled off his jeans before sliding onto the bed next to her. She hadn’t noticed when he had disposed of the sheath, but delighted in the feel of his naked, velvety helmet stroking her thigh, as he covered them both in a thin coverlet.

  A few minutes later, she felt the bed dip to her other side as Dyson joined them, and she felt his warm, naked body snuggle into hers. Right at that moment nothing else in the world mattered to her. She was where she wanted to be, now and forever…

  Chapter Fifteen

  The smell of bacon woke Carla next morning as the sun streamed in through the open drapes. For a second she couldn’t understand where she was—this sure wasn’t her little room at the Melrose Motel. Matt’s handsome face brought her memory flooding back, however, as he placed a steaming cup of coffee on the night stand next to her.

  “Good morning.” He grinned at her. God, he was gorgeous! His hair was still slightly damp as it hung around the collar of his red checked shirt and he was wearing those tight jeans which accentuated his taut body. She gasped.

  “Good morning.” She smiled up at him, shyly, as she sat up in bed, holding the coverlet over her naked form.

  “The bathroom’s just through there, if you want to take a shower.” He gestured to a door that led off from the large bedroom.

  “Thank you.”

  “Dyson’s cooking breakfast. It’s not the best, but it’ll fill ya up if you’re hungry.” He smirked cheekily as his brother poked his head around the door.

  “Hey, you don’t have to eat it ya know,” Dyson teased, throwing a tea-towel at his brother.

  Carla giggled. She loved their banter. In fact, she loved everything about these guys.

  “Ten minutes, Carla.” Dyson smiled over to her and she felt a warm glow inside her.

  She wished she could wake up to this every morning. Then a thought crossed her mind—the reason why she was here with them.

  Matt must have seen her face fall.

  “Hey, I’m only joking—his food’s not that bad,” he assured her, placing a warm hand on her arm.

  “It’s not that, it’s…”

  “I know. But it’s gonna be okay, ya hear?” Matt’s voice was gentler now as he sat on the bed, facing her.

 
“Yeah, I reckon you’ll be fine, baby,” Dyson concurred, coming over to the other side of the bed.

  Both guys had their arms around her now and she felt their reassurance as well as their warmth. She sniffed back the tears which were threatening her eyes.

  “But what if…?” Her voice sounded strangled as she looked up at them.

  Dyson shook his head. “Hey, stop worrying. We all saw what a fuckwad that Pearson guy was yesterday. No one’s gonna believe a shithead like that over you. We certainly wouldn’t.”

  His reassuring tone empowered her and she thought back to the incident in the woods. She wasn’t sure how much the guys had seen and heard, but it seemed to have been enough for them to form an accurate opinion of the fucker. She smiled as she nodded to them both.

  “Okay. I’ll feel better after a shower,” she assured them, as well as herself.

  “Good girl.” Matt kissed the top of her head before both guys got up and left the room.

  Carla was relieved to see her bag at the foot of the bed as she made her way over to the en suite bathroom. She never liked to go anywhere without her toothbrush, and although her clothes might be a little damp and grubby, she looked forward to wearing something different. The shower was hot and soothed her aching body. She smiled, remembering why her body was so tired today. Last night had been incredible. Those guys sure knew how to treat a lady!

  “You didn’t chance the window then?” Dyson teased her as she arrived in the kitchen, clean and refreshed.

  She smirked, realizing that they weren’t about to let her live down her previous escape.

  “You guys trust me.” She told them plainly.

  “We sure do, darlin’.” Matt pulled out a chair for her to join them at the table.

  “Thank you.” She wondered if they realized she was thanking them for much more than just the chair.

  “Hope you’re hungry.” Dyson put a large plate of food in front of her and she gasped.

  “Actually I am,” she assured him. It was true. She was ravenous.

  Dyson sure was a good cook, despite his brother’s teasing, and she eagerly tucked into her meal.

  “Okay, now we’re meeting the guys at Almondine in an hour,” Dyson informed them as they ate. “You’ve still got that key, haven’t you, Carla?”

  She nodded, her fingers automatically finding the chain around her neck. “I never take it off,” she informed them, reaching for her coffee with her other hand.

  “Good girl.” Matt grinned.

  “Right, well the security TV at the bank will verify when you deposited the cash and any trips you made to the box after you put it there,” Dyson went on.

  “I haven’t been back since I put the money in there,” she told them, feeling a little brighter about the situation. She had even avoided going near the bank on her way back through Almondine the same day, so she wouldn’t have even been picked up on the exterior security cameras, she recalled with relief.

  Dyson smiled. “That’s good. Did you tell anyone you were putting it there? Anyone at all?”

  She shook her head. She hadn’t known anyone to tell. “The lady at the post office near the Melrose told me where the bank was, but that’s all,” she said, thoughtfully.

  “The post office?” Matt looked surprised as he finished up his toast.

  “Yeah. I was going to send the money straight back to Mr. Roberts but when I bought the postal box she told me I had to fill in a form.”

  “Ah, this is the one you mentioned yesterday. I was going to ask you about that,” Dyson told her, pouring himself more coffee.

  “So, did you complete this form?” Matt asked, a little warily.

  Carla shook her head. “No, that was the trouble. It needed my name and address. That’s when I realized that whatever I did it would be traced back to me. If Mr. Roberts knew I’d returned the money he would think I’d stolen it. The cops would be able to track me down by the address of the post office—and I was scared Jerome would find out, too.” She shook her head miserably.

  “So, when they get the money back and they see that I haven’t tampered with it, will I still get arrested?” She felt her face glow hot as she stared up at Dyson.

  Matt’s hand immediately covered hers.

  “I shouldn’t think so, baby,” Dyson reassured her. “They’ve got Pearson in custody, don’t forget. His so-called buddies have already claimed that he was the ringleader in all of this and he was caught on one of the cameras outside the shop, even though we can’t pin the actual robbery on him. I know he’ll never admit to his whole part in this fiasco, but at least they’ll charge him as an accessory even if he never confesses.”

  Carla shook her head at the injustice of it all. The way Jerome had bragged about the look on poor Mr. Roberts’ face when he had pulled the knife out just proved that he was the one responsible for it all. Trust the bastard to have had the sense to avoid the damn security cameras!

  “Well if we’re all finished here we’d best get going,” Matt said, standing up as he glanced at the clock.

  “Yep. You got any papers from the bank to verify this security box?” Dyson queried as he helped Carla from her chair.

  She thought for a moment. There had been a form or something she had been given along with the key but she hadn’t thought much about it at the time. She had stuffed it into her jeans pocket as she’d left the bank and later dumped it in the duffel.

  “It’s in my bag,” she told him, and headed off to find it.

  Her fingers rummaged through the clothes that she’d hurriedly shoved back in earlier after she’d found the cleanest and driest outfit she had. Everything had just been screwed up and stuffed back in there after Jerome had emptied them onto the ground in the woods. A feeling of panic gripped her when she couldn’t find the form, but then she remembered the little zipped pocket on the inside of the bag. The pocket was waterproof so she had tucked all her papers in there to protect them from the rain, or even just her damp clothes.

  “It’s here.” She held up the folded papers triumphantly as Dyson came into the bedroom.

  “Great.” He took the papers from her looking slightly surprised. He didn’t query them, though. He must have seen the bank’s logo at the top of one of the sheets and that was enough for him. “We’d best get going. Don’t wanna keep the guys waiting.”

  She felt her mouth go dry as she left the bag on the bed and followed him out of the door. All the way to Almondine she kept her eyes peeled on the window. Matt had tried to make conversation when they had first got into the sheriff’s SUV but must have realized she really wasn’t in the mood to talk. He’d soon settled for just embracing her in his warm arms while she struggled with her thoughts.

  The euphoria of last night had soon been forgotten with the realization of what today held for her, and she sighed miserably into Matt’s warmth.

  It didn’t take long to reach the town, and they clambered out of the SUV which Dyson had parked next to two marked police cars in the lot right outside the bank.

  “Hope we haven’t kept you waiting, gentlemen?” Dyson shook hands with the officers, who were waiting in the foyer.

  “Not at all, we only just got here,” Sergeant Biggleswade assured them.

  Carla felt Matt’s arm tighten around her shoulder as she shivered slightly, her nerves getting the better of her.

  “It’s all right,” he whispered.

  She nuzzled into his chest, taking strength from his calmness. His spicy scent surrounded her, taking her back to last night, and she took a deep breath.

  “You need to see a safety deposit box, I believe?” The elderly woman who had originally served Carla appeared next to them with a big smile. “Oh, hello again.” She looked surprised to see Carla, who was pleased that the older woman had recognized her.

  “Hello,” Carla mumbled, her throat tight and
dry.

  “I’ve got the paperwork here.” Dyson produced the papers and the woman frowned, taking them from him.

  “This is all I need,” she said with a smile, handing him back a couple of hand-written sheets.

  Dyson studied the writing in front of him and a grin spread across his handsome face.

  Carla’s confused frown turned into embarrassment as she suddenly recognized the motel’s headed notepaper he was reading.

  “You keep a journal?” Dyson held them up to her.

  She nodded dumbly, desperately trying to recall what she had written. For the last night or two she hadn’t bothered with keeping any kind of diary, as so much was happening, but for the first couple of days she had kept up her routine of writing all her thoughts and actions down. She put a hand up to take them from him but Dyson swiped them back.

  “We might need to use these as evidence,” he told her with an impish smirk. “You got any more?”

  She wracked her brain for a few minutes before remembering what had happened to her journal.

  “I accidentally left my journal in the safety deposit box,” she explained a little sheepishly. She dreaded the thought of anyone reading that.

  Dyson’s smile turned to a shit-eating grin as he put the papers into his pocket. “Perfect,” he announced.

  Carla felt sick as she was escorted behind the lady to where the security boxes were kept, and she recalled the last time she was here. She had been totally confused, frightened and alone. Surrounded by strangers and haunted by memories of the recent events, her mind had been not much more than a blur the day she had placed the money in that box.

  The lady checked the number on the papers in her hand before pointing to a box. “Do you have the key?” she asked Carla kindly.

  Pulling the chain from the front of her shirt, Carla showed her where she had kept it safe. The lady smiled.

  Carla’s fingers trembled as she unfastened the chain and removed the oddly-shaped key, which she handed to the lady. After unlocking the box, the woman pulled out her holdall, which she handed straight to the cops.