Cowboy Boots and Uncensored Behavior

by Acres, Natalie

  Cade lifted his head. “Put your hands on my shoulders, vixen.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said in a saucy voice, shimmying her hips.

  Scott gripped her torso and positioned her body in an arc. Then, he thrust inside her and screamed out in pure exquisite pleasure as her asshole clenched with his immediate entry.

  “How’s that feel, sub?” He pulled out and pushed inside her again, short-fucking her until her walls relaxed and her body rocked with his motions.

  “Wonderful,” she crooned.

  “For me, too,” he admitted, closing his eyes and preparing for Cade’s entry. Cade’s cock invaded her then and the tight space he occupied became smaller as her small hole pulsed around his erection.

  “Are you sure you’re okay, baby?” Cade asked, pulling out for a brief moment before gliding inside her again.

  This time, Cade locked his cock deep inside her pussy and released a hearty grunt as he fought for his own space, but quickly matched the rhythm Scott set.

  Scott dragged his finger down the seam of her ass, pushing against the top of her crack as he fucked her shapely ass. At the same time, Cade’s hands fanned over her breasts and she shivered between them.

  “Give me permission please, Sir.”

  “Not yet, baby,” Scott whispered, backing out of her pulsing hole and eyeing the swell of her rim as he penetrated her once again.

  “I can’t hold back!”

  “The hell you can’t.” Cade jerked out and Scott followed suit.

  A whimper fell from her lips. Her body quaked. She collapsed against Cade and cursed them both for taking her to the edge but then leaving her there to grovel.

  Scott bracketed his arm around her middle and held her against him. He whispered at her ear, “You’ll come with me only when you’re given permission.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She wiggled her bottom against his cock. She undoubtedly suspected he could blow any second.

  He kept his distance then, holding her with a tight grip and enjoying the way she rubbed her nipples against his forearm. Cade hauled her forward. He kissed her passionately, but didn’t fuck her regardless of her attempts to move her small body over his and find her intimate seat once again.

  The teasing didn’t last after Drake rejoined them. Scott eyed the strand of condoms on the cushioned seat and Drake took the liberty to dress appropriately for playtime. After he rolled the rubber over his cock, he said, “This isn’t going to work here.”

  “What isn’t?” Maria asked, clamping down on her forefinger and shooting him a suggestive look.

  “I could tell you,” Drake said. “But we’d have a much better time if we all just show you.”

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Drake was right. Maria saw more advantages in showing than telling.

  While Scott and Drake arranged the sofa cushions on the floor, she lured Cade away from the couch, stroking his cock and pulling him one way and then another. She never took her eyes off his and it was then when she saw the extraordinary beauty in his flawed, sewn skin.

  The loss of his eye was as tragic as it was telling. Their histories were now entwined as much as their futures, and while she never wanted him to experience pain, what happened to him in the warehouse had inevitably changed him. The past had molded him into a man who would not take life for granted.

  “You better be careful looking at me like that.”

  “How am I looking at you?” she asked, slowing the hand job.

  “Like a woman who loves what she sees.”

  The room behind them went quiet and Maria saw no reason to postpone the inevitable. “I absolutely love what I see.”

  “I hope so,” he rasped, lifting her to him.

  In one fluid motion, he parted her slick folds and entered her. His heavy shaft thumped inside her and she released the most passionate cries as he fucked her.

  He turned to the wall and used it for support. With her back against the solid surface, he held onto her hips and drove inside her. “God yeah, Maria. Um, baby. That’s right. Hang on. Don’t fucking move. Not yet, baby, not yet.”

  Cade pounded inside her pussy with timed beats, watching as his cock disappeared inside her cunt. Then, he clasped her hand and held her tightly against the wall.

  The solid strokes were hard and delivered in rapid successions. Then, he slowed his gait and watched her curiously.

  “Who do you see when you look at me, Cade?”

  “What I see is what matters most,” he replied, deserting her again before he screwed his way inside her once more.

  “And what do you see?” Her voice broke and for a split second, she feared he was moments away from shattering her new faith in the tomorrows they could face as one unit, one family.

  “I see my future. I see my love. I see only you Maria. I swear it, woman. I see only you.”

  The sudden gleam in his eye drove her to rapture. She squeezed his cock as he entered her and she begged him then to let her take her release.

  Dipping his head lower, he kissed her breasts and teased her erect nipple. “Come, Maria. I want you to come for me, baby.”

  Tremendous sensations thrummed through her vaginal walls. Her body and his became instruments of sex and pleasure, love and promises.

  “Cade,” she whispered, grabbing hold of his neck and kissing him.

  Her pussy heated. His cock jerked. They reached new heights together, shaking in one another’s arms, but she never screamed out his name or cried out in passion.

  Instead, tears of joy streamed down her cheeks as he kissed her with fervor. A series of delicate ripples fluttered inside her channel as he drove her to one orgasm then carried her straight into the throes of another.

  * * * *

  The sun was coming up over the horizon by the time they made use of the sofa cushions scattered along the floor. After their wall fucking experience, Cade carried her across the room and slowly released her in Drake’s and Scott’s care.

  Cade rested his hand on her belly and kissed her lips, descending lower to her breasts as Scott and Drake locked arms and aimed the head of their penises at her pussy. Multiple sensations flickered up and down her spine as the excitement whipped around her.

  Cade grinned. “What are you thinking, vixen?”

  “The three of you make me feel so alive,” she replied.

  Cade swatted her pussy. Drake and Scott entered her then as if he’d waved a green flag and given them the go ahead.

  “Oh God,” she whispered, biting down on her bottom lip and hoping she wouldn’t utter another word.

  “Pull out,” Scott rasped.

  “No!” she screamed, too caught up in the stretching sensations to face the possibility of abandonment then.

  Cade struck her again. Drake and Scott pushed the weight of their cocks deep inside her channel. Scott groaned her name and Cade paddled her mound once more. This time, he issued a series of hard swats. Each time he smacked her pussy, the heat in her channel intensified as uncontrollable spasms took hold and she milked the hard penises driving inside her.

  Drake and Scott jerked from the impact. Her pussy clenched, vibrating so violently she was seconds away from exploding!

  The men stilled. Her pussy closed around their flexing cocks.

  “I can’t hold back,” she whimpered.

  Cade’s eyes darkened. “Come before you’re given permission and I’ll paddle your pussy until you’re burning from the outside in.”

  “Then spank me,” she dared him, watching the two lovers driving inside her with more force. “Please, Sir. Spank my pussy until your hand is as hot as I am for all of you!”

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Maria expected to wake up with hands roaming all over her. Instead, she awoke to an empty pallet of cushions and blankets. Rolling to her side, she gazed out at the sprawling Longhorn ranch, more content than she’d been in her entire life.

  “I see you over there contemplating your escape,” Scott said, strolling toward her wit
h a mug in hand.

  She came to an upright position and accepted the coffee. “I could get used to this.”

  “Could you?” He pinched her nipple and she moaned as a shard of excitement shot from her nipple to her pussy.

  “Yes, Sir,” she replied, sipping the heavenly java.

  “There’s something I want to talk about.” His brow furrowed and he took a seat on the edge of the cushion-bare sofa.

  “Sounds serious.”

  “It is.” He dragged his hand around his mouth. “I want to start a family.”

  “Where’d that come from?”

  “You always wanted children.”

  “I still want children.”

  “With me I hope.”

  “With you…and Cade and Drake.”

  “That’s normal.” He laughed. “Or at least I guess it’s normal for a situation like ours.”

  “Does it bother you, Scott?”

  He lifted a brow.

  “Sir.”

  A throaty growl resounded and he leaned over and kissed her. “You don’t have to address me as Sir unless we’re playing.”

  “I know why,” she whispered, focusing on his cock.

  “Vixen.”

  “You respond to my voice as much as I respond to yours.”

  “And do they have the same effect on you?”

  She thought for a moment. “It’s different with Cade and Drake.”

  “How?”

  “I love them, Scott, but my love for them is just different and I can’t explain it.”

  “Are you sure it’s love and not lust?”

  “It’s love.”

  “Will your love last for them like it has for me?”

  “It will last,” she replied confidently. “You have to remember, I’ve known them for a while now.”

  “But they don’t know you like I know you.”

  She set aside her mug and crawled to his lap. He cradled her against him and kissed her forehead.

  “What bothers you most about our relationship?” She cupped his cheek. “Tell me, Scott.”

  “I’m afraid they won’t know you as well as I know you and if something should happen to me, I think it’s important that you trust them as much as you’ve always trusted me.”

  “I do.”

  “Then Maria you need to tell them your story. You should tell them about your uncles. Talk to them about your life.”

  “It’s in the past, Scott.” She turned then and acknowledged Drake and Cade. Both men observed from a distance. “Sometimes, you have to put the past to rest so you can embrace a more fulfilling future.”

  “I couldn’t agree more,” Drake said, strolling toward them.

  “If there’s something in your past that you need to forget, Maria, leave it there,” Cade said.

  “Can I leave it there, Scott?” She searched his face and willed him to let her bury the family who had inflicted so many horrors throughout her life. It was time to move on. It was time to let go.

  They’d soon face their share of trials and while the sun would rise tomorrow, they had no guarantees they’d be around to watch its slow descent at the end of the day. For now, she wanted to bask in the new love surrounding her. She wanted to take love by the hand and never let go of the extraordinary feeling.

  “You can do whatever you want to do,” he promised her. “And you can start by setting a wedding date.”

  She peered up at him and grinned. “Which one?”

  Cade leaned inside the doorjamb with his thick arms crossed over his bare chest. “Good question, but I imagine Scott wants to go first.”

  “They’re learning,” Scott said, walking his fingers up her inner thigh.

  “You’d be surprised what these boys know.”

  “This coming from the voice of experience?” Scott asked.

  “This coming from a woman who no longer lives in the shadows.”

  Epilogue

  Two Weeks Later

  “This is just too weird,” Scott said, studying the crowd gathering on the lawn below.

  “What’s that?” Drake asked, peering over his shoulder.

  “Manny and Melody.” Scott frowned. “Look at their body language. They don’t look like newlyweds.”

  “They look awful. Have they been on an assignment?” Maria asked, entering the conversation as if she’d been standing there the whole time.

  “Haven’t you ever heard the adage that it’s bad luck to see the groom before the ceremony?”

  “Zelmore,” she drawled, “I don’t believe in superstitions. If I did, I wouldn’t be minutes away from saying, ‘I do’ to all three of you.”

  “True,” he said, pecking her on the lips and then dotting her mouth where he’d smeared her lipstick.

  Dressed in a fitted royal blue gown, she’d defied traditions all right when she’d chosen her wedding dress. Sequins outlined her every curve and if they didn’t hurry downstairs soon, he’d rip that darn dress straight off her back and show the gorgeous woman underneath why there was one tradition that still held merit—the honeymoon.

  “She’s pretty,” Maria said. “She looks like she could hold her own with Mr. Mancini, too.”

  Scott laughed. “Who knows, that love match may end up standing the test of time after their assignment is over.”

  “Did you ever find out what they were doing that was important enough to warrant a real marriage instead of one that could be falsified by documents?”

  “I have a good idea,” Scott said, smirking.

  “Zelmore thinks we deliberately put them together because we thought they’d be a good match,” Jett said, entering with Riley and Brock then.

  “Did you?” Maria asked pointedly.

  “Guilty as charged,” Brock said. “But we’re not here to talk about Manny and Melody. We’re here to toast the grooms.” He reached inside his summer jacket and withdrew a flask. “This is for the fellows. I doubt they’ll share with you.”

  She laughed. “Don’t worry, Brock. I wouldn’t want to ruin the boys’ fun.”

  “You’re turning down some mighty fine aged scotch,” Jett said, holding up his arm sling so everyone could see another rectangular container. “You might want to reconsider.”

  Maria ran her hand across her belly. There was something in her eyes that made Scott’s heart skip an extra beat. Could she be pregnant with his child? Had she held out sharing the news in hopes of making their honeymoon all the more special?

  “Don’t tell me,” Brock groaned.

  “This isn’t the best time,” Riley said, frowning.

  “There’s never a perfect time to start a family according to the authority,” Scott said.

  “You’re pregnant?” Brock’s pitch was higher than a soloist singing soprano.

  “Not yet, Donovan, but by the time the honeymoon is over, who knows? Maybe I will be.”

  Brock uncapped the flask and took a hearty drink. “About that—I have a new assignment for you.”

  “It can wait,” Scott assured him.

  “It’ll have to wait,” Cade said.

  “You heard them,” Drake said. “We’ve played by the authority’s rules. This is one time we’re doing things our way.”

  The Donovans laughed as the container passed from Brock to the grooms. Maria stood in the corner watching them and her hand fell to her stomach once again. As Scott turned up the flask, he paused, and toasted his future wife, “To love, health, happiness, and lots of babies.”

  He couldn’t help but notice the extra sparkle in Maria’s eyes and he let himself dream then. He envisioned a future filled with love, a home filled with laughter, and a life filled with joy.

  Beyond that, he couldn’t ask for anything more.

  THE END

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