Mustang Sally: Hot Rods, Book 2

by Jayne Rylon

  Without needing to be told, Swinger climbed onto the couch, squatting over both Sally and Bryce. He pressed the head of his cock against her tight ass until he began to sink inside, making Eli sure this wasn’t his first time around the block. He fucked into her gently and with enough finesse that he calmed Eli’s uneasiness. Alanso stared, transfixed.

  Sally cried out. It wasn’t pain he heard in her scream. But pleasure.

  Lots of it.

  “Get your cock in her mouth again, Alanso.” Eli directed his best friend, his lover and his mate. He knew that’s where the man wanted to be during this show. And Sally would feel better having him near.

  The two men filling her now began to rock in time, providing every inch of satisfaction they could. Behind them, Carver stroked himself. He seemed in another world as he watched Holden’s and Bryce’s shafts disappear into their partner’s body.

  “I have to fuck, Eli.” The guy’s stare snapped to his boss’. “Let me have a turn. Holden? Please.”

  “No turns.” Eli shook his head. “Stand between Bryce’s knees. Get his and Sally’s legs around you. You’re tall enough to make this work. You’re going to slide in with Bryce. Between him and Holden. The three of you are going to take her together.”

  “Are you fucking crazy?” Carver’s hand froze on his shaft. Even Bryce and Holden stuttered in their rhythm.

  The spent Hot Rods perked up, a few of them rubbing themselves as if they might opt for a second round in their own palms.

  “Hey, it’s Alanso’s idea.” Eli shrugged, confident his lovers could handle it.

  Sally lifted her head from Bryce’s chest to stare at the Cuban man in front of her. “I knew I loved you for a reason.”

  He smiled as he dangled his index finger in front of her face. She opened her mouth and sucked on it. “I’ll give you my cock back if you promise not to hurt me when you’re fucking all three of them at once.”

  “Like you could keep it out of her mouth now.” Roman snickered from his spot on the floor. He might have been relaxed, but he stared at the men and woman piled in front of him without blinking.

  “Shit. You’re right.” Alanso kneeled on the couch and fed her his erection. While she was distracted with her treat, Carver approached.

  “Are you sure this’ll work, Cobra?” He rubbed the covered head of his dick against her pussy, at the junction of her and Bryce’s body.

  “Hell yes,” Eli reassured him.

  “He told you to get in there,” Roman barked at their spare-part guru. “What the hell are you waiting for, boy?”

  Carver’s eyes rolled back in his head a little. He advanced, nudging Bryce’s balls with his cock then sliding up the base of the thick, mostly embedded shaft until he tucked against Sally’s pussy. All of them groaned when they connected.

  Tentatively, he began to wedge himself inside her. The additional pressure had her moaning. And when she lurched, she dislodged him.

  Alanso immediately tended to her, calming her and preparing her for another attempt.

  “You were close.” Eli nodded to Carver. “Again.”

  “Do it,” Roman added.

  Carver didn’t mess around. He grabbed Holden’s shuttling hips for purchase and clung with one hand. The other he used to align his hard-on with Sally’s pussy. Bryce paused, allowing Carver to worm his way inside the tiny gap remaining. Carver’s pupils dilated as her body expanded to encompass all three men. Bit by bit, he pressed inside her.

  Bryce’s fists balled on the sofa.

  Eli, Roman and Kaige focused on soothing Sally, who’d been reduced to unintelligible moans and cries. She wasn’t fighting them, though, unless it was to rock back and take the Hot Rods deeper.

  Alanso stared into Eli’s eyes when he looked up. “She’s about to suck my cock off. She wants this. More. I can’t hang on much longer.”

  Sweat trickled down his chest and rolled over his washboard abs.

  “You won’t have to,” Eli promised him. “They’ll come when she does. She’s close. So close.”

  He knew because she’d started grinding on Bryce in the primal dance he’d come to know so well these past weeks. God, he loved her. He loved driving her wild. Beyond civilized responses. This is who she was. This is what she wanted. And he would do anything to be the man to give it to her.

  One of them anyway.

  In awe, he signaled for the men to let loose. To take what they needed too. All of them were aligned. Their passions complimentary.

  Holden rocked deep within her, plundering her ass with gentle yet complete possession.

  Bryce and Carver found their own cadence. It seemed to work wonders for Sally as the two cocks in her pussy rubbed each other as well as her from every possible angle. She gobbled Alanso’s dick. Sloppy and noisy, none of them minded her gusto.

  Least of all the man in her mouth.

  “Mierda. You’re so beautiful.” He praised her, mostly in rapid-fire Spanish. And finally it was too much. When she swallowed him to the root and cupped his balls in her fingers, Alanso went stiff as a board. He hung on the edge for seconds that probably felt like millennia, then went into a frenzy. Animalistic grunts and curses fell from his lips along with words of devotion and love.

  He pumped his release down her throat and she didn’t spill a drop despite the three men rutting on her, granting her wishes and fulfilling their own simultaneously. There was no room for misunderstanding. She had to know she was the center of their universe—beloved and precious. Awe inspiring.

  Eli knew how long they’d all waited for this moment. He understood their quiet desperation and their utter abandon. With time, control and grace would come.

  Not today.

  As if the taste of Alanso triggered Sally’s orgasm, she shattered around the men impaling her.

  And not a single Hot Rod stood a chance at resisting that ultimate tautness.

  Eli wished there was room for even his pinky beside one of the three cocks she took so that he could experience her stretched like they could. Next time it would be him inside her like this. Or maybe even if they took her pussy with three guys instead of one in her ass. Someday soon, it would happen.

  When Alanso evacuated her mouth, come still spilling from his cock, Eli angled her head to face him. “I love you, Salome.”

  Her eyes glassed over, a contented smile on her face.

  Holden, Carver and Bryce launched jet after jet of come into the condoms, still buried in their littlest member. She proved to them again that size didn’t matter, unless it was the scale of your heart and soul. Sally welcomed them all and held them while they were obliterated.

  Roman got to his feet. When Carver would have fallen backwards, he was there to catch the smaller man, whose cock slid from Sally, squeezed out by one of her lingering aftershocks. Kaige lent Holden a hand in climbing from their Mustang, who’d given him the ride of his life. Eli collected Alanso and moved him out of the way so that Bryce could lift Sally.

  Eli and Alanso accepted the precious bundle she made as she curled into their chests and they sandwiched her between them. They blanketed her in kisses and slathered her with praise.

  Though he half expected her to black out or drop into a sated slumber, her eyes popped open and fixated on his. Green gaze to his own blue one.

  Alanso whispered his appreciation from beside them.

  “Ask me to marry you, Eli,” she demanded.

  “Again?” he teased.

  “I’m ready this time.” She bit the corner of her lip. “Unless this changed your mind?”

  “Hijo de puta!” Alanso elbowed Eli in the ribs.

  “Hell no, Mustang.” He rubbed his nose on hers. “I love you even more tonight than I have before. More than I thought possible. I want you with us for the rest of our lives. I can’t live with less.”

  Eli handed her to Alanso for a moment. He lunged for his discarded jeans. From the pocket, he withdrew the box he’d been dying for her to accept.

  He
took a deep breath and prayed this time he’d do this right.

  Sinking to his knees, Alanso joined him. The other man held his hand as he flipped open the velvet casing.

  For the first time, Sally took a good look at the ring they’d commissioned for her. A big diamond, the exact shade of pink as her car, nestled between two gleaming white stones. One for him. One for Alanso. Five smaller pink baguettes completed the unbroken circle around the band. Rainbows danced on her pale skin as the many facets reflected the halogen lights above them.

  The entire gang of Hot Rods closed rank around them, forming a tight circle that protected the trio at the center of the group.

  “Salome Rider, will you marry Alanso and me?”

  “Hell yes!” She flung herself at them, bowling them over.

  They laughed together as they cuddled close. Alanso plucked the ring from the box and slipped it onto Sally’s hand. She peered at it, then dashed tears from her cheeks before kissing first Eli, then Alanso. She made out with him some more, then Eli again.

  The Hot Rods congratulated them one by one. Someone flipped on the faux fireplace at the end of the rug the threesome lounged on as they left the room. The trio lost themselves in each other and the complex relationship they’d forged.

  It may have taken a long time to cure, but it would never break.

  Sally raised her head and promised them both, “I’ll love you forever.”

  “Hot Rods for life,” Alanso whispered.

  Eli settled for simplicity. “I’m yours.”

  Epilogue

  Kaige grinned as he filled in the five guys and their women, who anxiously huddled around the camera on the other end of the video chat, even if not all of them were visible on the limited screen. “Yep. Looks like Eli and Alanso are chained for life. Or will be. Soon.”

  “If you really believe they haven’t already been committed to her—to the Hot Rods—for years, you’re crazy.” Morgan shook her head.

  “Are you paying attention over there, Super Nova?” Even Dave got in on the lecture.

  “Yeah.” He dropped the smartass act for just a minute. It’d been his shelter for so long he wasn’t sure how to let go sometimes. “It’s good. They’re changing. We all are.”

  “I hear Eli’s giving you a lot more responsibility on the business side of things,” Mike chimed in. As the operation owner for the crew, he had a lot in common with Cobra. “That’s a damn fine idea. You’ve always had an eye for strategy and new leads. Don’t let this screw with your head. Trust your gut. When you’re all working together, only good things will come.”

  He nodded. “That’s not what’s worrying me.”

  “Ah, now we’re getting somewhere.” Kayla leaned forward in her husband’s hold. “Finally going to admit everything isn’t fine in paradise?”

  “That’s the thing, Kay.” He sighed. “It is perfect. I’m afraid I might mess it up.”

  “And not on the garage stuff,” Neil supplied.

  “Hell, no. I’ve got that under control.” Kaige scratched his eyebrow. “It’s the other shit. I mean, this is great for now. But what if I find someone I want to be with? You know, a woman? How the hell did you guys make that work? There are no other chicks here. Just Mustang. She’s amazing, but she’s not going to be enough for us all. She’ll always belong to Cobra and Al first.”

  “Why can’t your group grow?” Mike hugged his wife and their daughter tight to his chest.

  “I don’t know if we’re ready for that.” Kaige grimaced. “It took this long to get where we are with people we’ve known all our lives.”

  “Well, do you have someone in mind?” Joe narrowed his eyes.

  “Nah, nothing like that.” Kaige shrugged. “Just thinking ahead, I guess. This means too much to me to get down a road I can’t finish driving.”

  “Why not enjoy the ride for a bit?” James encouraged him. “You’ve already got one Eli—you don’t need two worriers. Besides, hasn’t he proved that the best-laid plans don’t always work out like you thought? Sometimes you’ve gotta roll with what you’re handed.”

  Kaige nodded. “I suppose you’re right. I just have this feeling…”

  “I get that sometimes too.” Neil adjusted his crotch. “You’ll get used to it. Go find Mustang and her guys. They’ll fix you up.”

  “Ug. Not that kind of—” Kaige cracked up. It wasn’t often he got kidded by another kidder. “Okay, okay. Right. But when my time comes, you better get your long distance minutes ready. I’m gonna need some help.”

  “We’ve got your back, Nova.” Joe nodded. “And so do your Hot Rods. Now put my cousin on the line so we can congratulate him properly.”

  “For that you’d have to come in person.” Kaige extended the invitation that was always open.

  “We may do that sometime soon.” Mike smiled. “Certainly for the wedding.”

  “All right, then. Hang on.” Kaige strode out of his room and into the main area of the Hot Rods apartment. “Yo, Cobra. There are some people here who want to talk to you.”

  He plopped the laptop on the coffee table and covered his ears as the nine-member crew, plus their kids, squealed and shouted their congratulations while Eli, Alanso and Sally grinned on their side of the screen.

  A smile crossed his face as Mustang showed off the ring they’d helped Eli pick out.

  His friends were happy. That made him happy too.

  For now.

  About the Author

  Jayne Rylon is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. She received the 2011 Romantic Times Reviewer Choice Award for Best Indie Erotic Romance. Her stories usually begin as a daydream in an endless business meeting. Writing acts as a creative counterpoint to her straight-laced corporate existence. She lives in Ohio with two cats and her husband, who both inspires her fantasies and supports her careers. When she can escape her office, she loves to travel the world, avoid speeding tickets in her beloved Sky and, of course, read.

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  Men In Blue

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  Hot Rods

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  Nothing’s sexier than seven men with hot rods.

  King Cobra

  © 2013 Jayne Rylon

  Hot Rods, Book 1

  After Eli’s mother died, his father honored her life’s mission as a social worker by taking in several kids from the wrong side of the tracks. Not all of them stuck, but those who did became Eli’s quasi family.

  Their bonds, for
ged in fires set by their personal demons, are unbreakable—or so Eli wants to believe. Especially since he and Alanso, his best friend and head mechanic, witnessed the overpowering allure of polyamory while visiting the Powertools crew.

  Much as Eli would like to deepen the relationships among his foster brothers and sister in the Hot Rods Restoration Team, he’s hesitant to risk everything on a quick romp behind a stack of tires.

  But when Eli catches Alanso exploring their mutual fantasy at a known hookup spot in a public park, all bets are off. And Eli must decide if it’s time to jump in full throttle—and trust his instincts to guide him through the night. If the pair can dodge the potholes in their own relationship, maybe they can race together toward the unconventional arrangement with Mustang Sally they both desire.

  Warning: Fasten your seatbelts, this is going to be a wild (and naughty) ride!

  Enjoy the following excerpt for King Cobra:

  Eli London stared at the drop of sweat gathering on the shoulder of one of his mechanics, Alanso. He flexed his fingers around the torque wrench he’d retrieved for the man, refusing to let go and trace the path perspiration took over deceptively wiry muscles.

  Inked artwork brightened as the bead dampened several tattoos. First a tribal scribble, then a portrait of Al’s long-lost mom, and finally the top of an intricate cross that disappeared beneath the bunched fabric clinging around his waist. Torn and oil-stained coveralls hugged a high, tight ass.

  All Eli could think of these days was that damned ass, which Alanso now shoved out in his direction while the bastard tuned some rich kid’s engine. With hardly any effort at all, Eli could smack it. Or bite it. Or screw it.

  Son of a bitch.

  Nothing good could come of this obsession. Damn his cousin Joe for putting crazy thoughts in his brain. The guy was a member of a construction crew that liked to work hard and play harder together. Their polyamorous bedroom gymnastics had become obvious when Eli and Alanso had walked in on a scene he couldn’t forget. But just because that bastard had been lucky enough to find a whole team of buddies his wife adored—no, loved—didn’t mean such a wild arrangement could work for everybody in the world.