Van, Becca - Slick Rock Cowboys [Slick Rock 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Becca Van

  “Now, that’s where you’re wrong, little girl. We were a lot older than you and had needs. We wanted you, but we couldn’t do anything about it. What do you think would have happened if we had made a move on you and someone had found out? We would have ended up in jail, for God’s sakes. But there is nothing stopping us from doing anything now,” Johnny stated. He pulled her in closer to him and placed his mouth down over hers.

  Tara whimpered as Johnny leaned down to her and slanted his mouth, sliding his lips over hers. She heard him groan as his mouth touched hers for the first time. The first taste of him exploded on her taste buds as he slid his tongue in between her lips and teeth, sliding his alongside hers. He grasped her hips and pulled her firmly against his body, thrusting his hips into her stomach as he devoured her mouth. He palmed the back of her head, keeping her in place so she couldn’t pull away. She felt his cock jerking against the zipper of his jeans as he pushed his hips into hers. To have him kissing and grinding his cock against her nearly had her coming in her pants. Johnny couldn’t seem to get enough of her. The taste of his mouth and tongue, as well as the feel of his warm, hard body pressed up against her own soft form was absolute heaven. She wanted him to bury his cock in her achy, wet pussy right now. She moaned with unrequited desire as he pulled his mouth from hers, resting his forehead against her own as they panted for breath and stared into each other’s passion-glazed eyes.

  “I want you, Tara. We both want you. You are not leaving here again. We’re not going to let you. And if I ever hear you talk the way you did before, I’ll put you over my knee and spank your ass till its pink. Do you understand?” Johnny growled.

  Tara took a step back from Johnny, watching him warily, her breathing fast. She couldn’t believe he had just kissed her, told her that he and Clay wanted her. She didn’t know if she believed him or if she was just another conquest. Another notch on their bedpost. Her emotions were in turmoil, and she couldn’t have answered him if her life depended on it. She wrapped her arms around her body protectively and turned her back to him. She stood leaning against the corral fence as she stared into the distance.

  Whack. Tara jumped and spun around to stare at Johnny, her eyes wide in disbelief that he had just spanked her on the ass.

  “I asked you a question, Tara. Don’t you ever turn your back on me again. Now answer me, or I will put you over my knee right here, right now. I will bare your ass and paddle you good, and I don’t care who sees.”

  “Yes. I understand,” Tara replied in a husky, quiet voice.

  “Good. Now, what the hell are you doing out here? You’re supposed to be resting,” Johnny stated with narrowed eyes.

  “I needed some fresh air. I feel fine, and I haven’t done anything. I have had just about as much rest as I can stand. I was beginning to get cabin fever,” Tara replied, thrusting her chin at Johnny defiantly.

  Tara and Johnny turned at the sound of pounding horse hooves. Clay was heading their way. Tara didn’t think she was up to dealing with Clay after her altercation with Johnny. Johnny had shocked her. He had always been so easygoing. He was always smiling, friendly, and such a flirt. Tara had never seen the dominant side of Johnny before. Clay was the more serious of the two brothers. He had always laid down the law and kept her in line. He still smiled a lot, but with Clay she never knew when she had pushed too far until he hauled back on the ropes to rein her in. But rules were rules, and she’d better look out if she broke any of Clay’s rules.

  Tara turned away from Clay and Johnny, intending to get back to the house and her room. She’d had more than enough of them for one day. She was halfway across the yard when the pounding hooves sped up. Tara knew without looking Clay was heading in her direction. She picked up her pace, hoping to make it to the house steps and avoid another confrontation.

  She wasn’t fast enough. She gave a squeak of fright as the ground beneath her feet trembled with vibrations as Clay and his mount drew near. She gave up any pretense and broke into a run. The next thing she knew, a band of steel had wrapped around her waist and she was flying through the air. She landed on Clay’s hard, muscular thighs, which stopped her screech of fear and fury. Clay slowed the horse to a trot and then turned his mount back to where Johnny was standing.

  Tara took in Johnny’s aggressive stance. His hips were thrust forward, his legs were spread shoulder width apart, and his arms were crossed over his muscular chest. The scowl on his face told her she was in deep shit.

  Tara averted her eyes then made the mistake of looking up at Clay. He was staring down at her, and the heat, the hunger, evident in his eyes was enough to set her on fire. She tried to push his large, muscular arm away from around her waist, but gave up the futile effort. She was not getting away from him until he released her.

  Clay lifted Tara up into his arms and dismounted from his horse, leaving her in the saddle as he kept his eyes on her. He grasped her about the waist and pulled her from his horse, holding her at eye level with her feet dangling in the air.

  “Brandon, come and get Thunder. I want you to cool him off, give him a rub down and some feed,” Clay commanded as his ranch hand appeared.

  “Sure thing, boss.”

  Tara felt her cheeks pinken with the knowledge Brandon could see the way Clay held her off the ground with ease.

  “Please put me down, Clay.”

  “No,” Clay replied.

  Tara’s world spun so fast her vision blurred. She was hanging upside down over Clay’s hard, muscular shoulder, her head hanging down to his lower back. He had an arm wrapped around her knees, and a large hand was spread over the cheeks of her ass. He turned around and headed for the house and didn’t stop until he gently placed her on the bed.

  “As much as I like you wearing my clothes, baby, get them off. Now,” Clay demanded forcefully.

  “What? What for?”

  “I’m at the end of my tether, Tara. Get. Your. Clothes. Off. Now.”

  Tara moved fast, surprising herself at her own speed and agility. She was off the bed and standing on the other side before Clay had a chance to stop her. The look he gave her was so predatory she could feel her heart racing. Johnny entered the bedroom and stood with his hips thrust forward in an impressive display of dominance. Tara stepped back and knew she was in trouble, cornered, trapped, when her back hit the wall.

  “I found Tara sitting on the ground when I got back from town bawling her eyes out. Do you want to know what she said?” Johnny asked Clay without taking his eyes from her.

  “Tell me,” Clay replied.

  “She said she can’t do this anymore. She’s sick of being lonely and alone. She said she has no friends, not even us. She said she never had us because she found us in the barn fucking that woman the day she was leaving town.”

  “What? Is that what you think, Tara?” Clay asked, moving toward the end of the bed.

  Tara couldn’t answer Clay. She stood in shock as the two men she had grown up with looked at her with hunger in their eyes. She pushed herself back into the corner of the room. Her heart was beating a rapid staccato as she panted air in and out of her lungs quickly. She licked her dry lips, keeping her eyes on the two men moving forward with slow, measured steps.

  “Answer me, now. Or I swear to God I will strip you naked, put you over my knee, and paddle your ass,” Clay bit out between clenched teeth.

  Hearing the words she just said coming out of Johnny’s mouth gave Tara pause. She had never been a quitter, and she could tell by the looks on Clay’s and Johnny’s faces she had scared them with her words. She wanted to explain how she felt at the time she’d spouted those words, but she didn’t know if they would believe her.

  Tara was too afraid to answer. She didn’t want to be distracted. She felt her pussy clench with need. Excitement permeated her body, making her nipples pucker and thrust against the fabric of the shirt. For the first time in six years, she felt alive again. She wanted to smile, but bit the inside of her cheek to prevent herself from doing
so. Clay would see her smile as a taunt, a challenge, and she knew he wouldn’t back down. He never had. But she had waited for this moment for years, and there was no way in hell she was letting it pass. So she decided to goad Clay into giving her what she wanted.

  “Game on!” Tara stated firmly.

  “Oh, you are in so much trouble, baby. You know the rules. When I ask you a question or tell you to do something, you obey. I am going to tan your ass good, but this time I’m not doing it through your clothes. I am going to strip you naked. Your ass is going to be bright pink by the time I finish with you,” Clay stated.

  They were moving in on her, and Tara only had one way to go. Up and over the bed. She moved quickly, jumped onto the bed, and gave a scream of frustration as one of her ankles was grasped by a large hand. She went down with a screech of fury and tried to kick whoever had a hold of her. A large body landed on top her, pinning her to the bed. There was no way she could get out of this now. Her pussy ached and spasmed with need. The thought of her two men finally loving her was nearly more than she could stand. She couldn’t wait to feel their hands and mouths on her body. Tara had always wanted to be dominated. She had dreamed of Clay and Johnny taking over control in the bedroom. She felt a thrill of excitement course through her body. Her muscles softened, and her pussy clenched with unrequited desire. She could feel copious amounts of juices leaking out of her sex and couldn’t prevent a whimper of arousal from escaping her mouth. She looked up into Clay’s heated eyes and knew by the look on his face her gaze mirrored his.

  Chapter Six

  “Johnny, go get the restraints,” Clay growled as he pinned Tara to the bed with his body. She was trying to buck him off, and he smiled to himself. He knew she didn’t have a chance in hell of escaping them. He made sure some of his weight was resting on his arms and legs so he wouldn’t crush their woman. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.

  “I want this, but get the fuck off me,” Tara yelled at Clay as she kicked and bucked, trying to escape. But Clay knew she was only toying with him. There was no fear or demand, no emphasis to her words, and he knew she was testing him and Johnny. She wanted him and his brother to prove to her that they could earn her respect and be the men she needed them to be.

  “Oh, you are so going to get it, baby. I am going to smack your ass good,” Clay breathed against Tara’s ear. He gave a chuckle when he felt her shiver beneath him and her halfhearted struggles stopped. Instead she arched up into his body. His little woman was getting turned on. He couldn’t wait to strip her naked and pleasure her. He and Johnny had waited far too long already, and they weren’t going to hold back anymore.

  Johnny grasped one of Tara’s arms, straightened it out above her head, tied the soft fabric around her wrist, and threaded the end of the thin restraint through the rings attached to the headboard. He then repeated the process with her other arm until she was bound and couldn’t move her arms more than a couple of inches. The great thing about the restraints was that they were soft and flexible, so they could flip her over as many times as they liked and know they wouldn’t hurt her.

  Clay eased his way down Tara’s slim body, keeping a hand in the middle of her back so she couldn’t move too much. He knelt between her legs and motioned Johnny over to help him strip her clothes off. Clay turned Tara over, took in the sight of her flushed face and the rapidly beating pulse at the base of her throat. Her eyes were dilated and had a glassy sheen over them. His little baby was aroused.

  Clay undid his borrowed belt and pulled it apart from around her waist. Next he flicked the button of his jeans his woman was wearing and eased the zipper down. He pulled until he had them and her panties around her knees. Tara was now lying quietly on the bed, her heated stare watching everything he and his brother were doing to her. He moved down to her feet and pulled the clothes off over her feet.

  Clay watched as Johnny moved up to the bedside, knelt above Tara, and stared into her eyes as he gripped the neck of the T-shirt she was wearing. He smiled as his brother ripped the shirt from top to bottom and spread the sides out, revealing her delectable little body.

  Clay picked up the other restraints on the bed, flipped Tara back over to her stomach, grasped an ankle in his large hand, and pulled her leg wide. He bound her leg with the soft material and hooked it over the rail at the foot of the bed. He repeated the process until her legs were spread wide across the mattress.

  Johnny released one of her hands from the restraint, pulled her borrowed jacket and shirt down off one arm, then tethered her once more and did the same to her other arm. He grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed, moved down her side, lifted her hips, and shoved the pillow beneath her. They had her in the perfect position for a spanking.

  “Let me the fuck go now. I hate you two,” Tara yelled at them, but then contradicted her words by pushing her hips up toward them, begging for more of their touch.

  “Oh, no you don’t, sweetheart. You don’t hate us at all, because if you did, you wouldn’t be lying there panting with need or bucking up, begging for our touch. But you’re not really upset. I can see your eyes begging us to touch you,” Johnny replied with a chuckle.

  Tara didn’t bother to reply. She closed her eyes and sighed, letting Clay know she had been waiting for this moment. He intended to make sure she enjoyed every minute of his and his brother’s dominance.

  Whack.

  “Ow, that hurt.”

  “It was supposed to, baby. You know the rules. You have known our rules since you were a kid. You’re not allowed to swear, and you didn’t answer when I asked you a question. Not to mention what you said to Johnny earlier. So far you have racked up three punishments, and that’s being lenient. Keep cussing and I’ll add more,” Clay said, smoothing a hand over her warm, silky ass.

  Whack. Whack. Whack.

  “Hmm, I love to see your ass a nice pretty pink color. It gets me so hard I could pound nails,” Johnny whispered in Tara’s ear, but loud enough for Clay to hear.

  Clay smoothed his hand over Tara’s hot bottom. He gave a chuckle as she thrust her hips up into his hand. He grasped the fleshy globes of her ass, massaging the lush pink flesh, being careful not to hurt her.

  “You like getting your ass spanked, don’t ya, baby?” Clay asked.

  “No.”

  Whack. “Don’t lie to me, Tara. I’ll bet if I touch your pussy, I’m gonna find it nice and wet. Won’t I, baby?”

  “No,” Tara lied as she gasped with pleasure.

  Whack. “Let’s find out. If you’re all creamy and wet, I’m gonna spank you some more for lying to me, Tara.”

  Clay slid his hands down over Tara’s buttocks and down the back of her thighs. He then put his large hands on the inside of her thighs and slowly ran his hands up her warm legs. He dipped one finger into the warm, wet well and had to bite his tongue at the pool of moisture he found. Their little baby was dripping.

  “Oh, you are in so much trouble,” Clay said and punctuated his statement with the palm of his hand. “You lied to me, Tara.” Whack. “That’s seven, baby.”

  Clay slid down between Tara’s legs until his face was level with her creamy cunt. He placed his arms over and around her thighs and lifted her ass a little higher into the air. He bent down and inhaled the delicious scent of aroused woman. He slid his tongue out between the folds of her creamy sex, groaning at the ambrosia coating his tongue. He couldn’t get enough of her. He opened his mouth wide and devoured her pussy, holding Tara in place as she wriggled and squirmed beneath his mouth.

  Clay laved his tongue over and around her delicate folds of flesh, flicking across her engorged clit every few strokes until he had Tara pushing her hips up into his mouth. He slid down through her folds and speared his tongue into her wet little hole, growling with satisfaction when he felt her muscles clench and release around his slick muscle. He moved back up, flattened his tongue, twirling and sliding it across her nub. He moved one of his arms and slid the tip of a large, thick finger j
ust inside her tight hole.

  “Oh my God. What are you doing to me?” Tara moaned, thrusting her hips at Clay.

  “Clay’s punishing you, sweetheart. He is going to take you to the brink of orgasm again and again, but he’s not gonna let you go over,” Johnny whispered into Tara’s ear.

  * * * *

  Tara felt Johnny turn her face to him with a gentle finger beneath her chin, and then he slanted his mouth over hers. The feel of him thrusting his tongue in and out of her mouth, mimicking the sex act, copying the shallow thrusts of Clay’s finger in and out of her pussy, had her mewing in the back of her throat. He pushed a hand underneath her body, sought out one of her plump mounds, and tweaked her nipple between a finger and thumb until it was hard. He flicked his thumb over the peak, heightening her senses, as pleasure shot from her nipple down through her body to her throbbing clit. She couldn’t believe the sounds she made as they pleasured her. She would never have guessed she was capable of such animalistic noises.

  The feel of Clay sliding more of his finger into her dripping sex and growling around her clit as her muscles fluttered along the length of his finger had her on the brink of orgasm. He pushed more and more of his digit into her sheath until she felt a slight pain as he encountered the thin membrane of skin protecting her womb. She felt him remove his mouth from her mound and turned her head in time to see him grabbing at his balls through his jeans. Obviously he was on the brink as well and had stopped his cock from shooting off. She moaned as he withdrew his finger from her cunt, rose from the bed, and began to remove his clothes.

  “Johnny, turn her over. Tara, are you a virgin, baby?” Clay asked, his voice deep and husky with passion.

  Tara knew Clay must have felt how tight she was, and the sight of his possessive stare heated her blood even more. But she’d be damned if she would admit to having no experience. He or Johnny would find out soon enough anyway, once one of them put her out of her sexual misery and stuffed her full of cock.