T-Bone: Grade-A Beefcakes Series - Book 2

by Vanessa Vale

  Instantly, I clenched down, making Tucker groan.

  Colton dribbled lube over his finger and the furled ring. Carefully, he pressed and worked it in. I was used to the invasion now after the plugs. The electric feel of this kind of penetration was intense, especially so with Tucker in me. I gasped when Colton’s finger slipped inside. It was so tight and I felt so full. It burned, but I was so hot, so eager for it, to come, too, that I liked it.

  “More,” I said, glancing at Colton over my shoulder.

  He was watching his finger, but he looked to me, studied me as if to ensure I really was ready.

  “Please,” I added, then intentionally clenched.

  “Shit, Colton. Get in her before I blow,” Tucker growled.

  Colton grinned, then moved into position. “Okay, sugar. Lean forward. Like that, all the way on top of T. Good girl.”

  I settled on Tucker and he kissed my brow. I breathed in his scent at the crook of his neck as I felt Colton’s finger slip free. He didn’t wait and the hard, wide head of his cock pressed against me.

  “Breathe now. Relax and let me in.”

  I took a deep breath—I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding it—and let it out. Tucker held himself still as he stroked my back, my sides as he kissed my face.

  I was lost in him, in them as Colton pressed forward, then back, slowly and carefully breaching me. All at once, I felt a silent pop and the huge crown of his dick slipped in me.

  I moaned, panted and my fingers gripped Tucker’s shoulders. “Oh god,” I moaned, feeling them both in me for the first time.

  They were ridiculously big, huge feeling. Tight. Intense. Overwhelming.

  “Such a good girl, letting her men get in her,” Tucker whispered in my ear. “You’re so tight, tiger. Ready for us to move, to get Colton in all the way?”

  I nodded against his shoulder.

  I felt a cool drizzle of more lube and then Colton began to move. In, then back, then in again a little farther. Little sounds escaped my lips as I shifted my hips to help him. I felt his thighs pressing against my butt and I knew he was in all the way.

  Two dicks inside me. Colton and Tucker taking me. Making me theirs.

  “You belong to us, tiger.”

  I lifted my chin, looked at Tucker, who’s blue eyes were a stormy gray. Sweat beaded his temple and his skin was flushed. Tendons in his neck were taut. He was holding back, waiting. Just like he always had, waiting until I was ready for them.

  “That ring,” Colton began. “It shows the world you belong to us. But this, our dicks fucking you at the same time, proves we’re forever. There’s no going back now, sugar.”

  I shook my head. “No going back. Please. I need more. Holding still is making me crazy.”

  Tucker grinned. “You want your men to fuck you?”

  “Yes,” I moaned.

  Colton pulled back until just the head of his dick was inside me, then thrust deep once again. Then Tucker moved, shifting his hips so he retreated. Somehow, they got a rhythm going, alternating who was deep inside me. I couldn’t’ move, couldn’t even wiggle my hips. Being impaled on two monster cocks kept me from doing anything but feeling.

  “I’m going to come!” I cried out, completely swamped with sensation. The plug had been fun, being fucked with it in me had been dirty and wild. Intense and it had felt so good. But this was even more. All that length, all that big dick inside me pushed me over.

  I groaned as I came, the feel like a hot rolling pleasure, my clit throbbing, my inner muscles squeezing and clenching, wanting more. Wanting deeper. Wanting everything.

  Our ragged breathing cut through the quiet of the room, the wet sounds of flesh hitting flesh. Tucker’s growls. Colton’s guttural groan of pleasure as he held himself deep and filled me up. Tucker following with a rush of hot cum in me. Crammed so full, it didn’t take long for it to start to seep out, to make us a filthy, sweaty, sticky mess.

  But I wouldn’t have it any other way. I loved it rough and wild. I loved them.

  I needed this, needed everything they would give me. And the bag of frozen peas, later.

  Colton carefully pulled from me and climbed from the bed. He headed to the bathroom and I heard the water turn on. Tucker kissed me as he remained inside me, held me and stroked my back, the curve of my bottom.

  Colton returned, grabbed his phone and fiddled with it. With my head on Tucker’s chest, I saw his grin, then the way he got hard again as he watched something on the screen. “Shit, sugar. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He looked to me, saw me still sprawled on Tucker, the way I still had him inside me. “Don’t move.”

  Like I had any bones left to do so. He moved behind me and I knew he was getting another photo, this time of my legs spread wide, Tucker’s cock in me, my bottom probably red and cum-coated.

  “We’re really kinky, aren’t we?” I asked, not caring, but wanted to see if they did.

  Tucker nudged my head up so my chin was on his chest and we were looking at each other. “You want us to delete everything? Say the word and it’s all gone.”

  “Is that what you want, sugar?” Colton added, sitting on the edge of the bed. “You’re the one who sent the first picture, so I think this makes you hot.”

  “It does. It’s totally pervy and it makes me feel… attractive. That you want to see such naughty pictures of me. Of us. It makes me feel wanted, like we share something together. Intimate and secret.”

  “You’re so gorgeous. Like right now,” Colton said. “Like this, all fucked and relaxed. See how hard I am? Looking at those pictures is going to get you nothing but dick, sugar.”

  “All the time,” Tucker added.

  “Promise?” I asked.

  Tucker grinned, lifted my hand and kissed the ring on my finger. “Forever.”

  Colton lifted me up, pulled me onto his lap, completely unconcerned that cum was getting all over him. “Promise. And forever. You’re ours. Every filthy, flirty, feisty inch of you.”

  He tossed me over his shoulder and carried me into the bathroom for a shower. When I wiggled, he spanked my ass.

  Yeah, this was exactly what I wanted. Every filthy, feisty inch of them. Both of them.

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  Want More?

  Read a sneak peek from Tri-Tip, book three in the Grade-A Beefcakes series.

  Three big cowboys—Gus, Kemp and Poe—are going to give Parker more than just the tip.

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  Remember: With a Vanessa Vale book, one cowboy is never enough. In this smokin’ hot series, each heroine gets an extra helping (or two) of Grade-A Beefcake.

  Tri-Tip

  PARKER

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  “Easy, boy. I won’t hurt you,” I murmured, trying my gentlest voice.

  I stared down some kind of brown mutt who looked like he was about to bolt. There was nowhere for him to go out on the prairie like this. Just open fields and then beyond those, even more. He seemed like a nice dog, and probably hungry. Glancing about, I wondered where he could get water. A creek? There were cottonwood trees in the distance which meant water, but still. Some loser must’ve dumped him on the side of the road.

  His brown eyes met mine, his body still, muscles tense and quivering.

  “You want a sandwich? I’ll share.”

  I backed up slowly so he wouldn’t run off—I couldn’t leave him out here, and I didn’t want to chase after him—and pulled out my wrapped ham sandwich from the center console.

  Taking out half, I tossed it toward him. He jumped back
, then sniffed.

  I went to the back door of the cruiser and opened it up, tossed the other half on the plastic seat. He wasn’t a prisoner, but he needed a bath before he sat up front.

  I leaned against the side of the SUV and looked away so I didn’t spook him. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him debating before tiptoeing—if dogs did that—toward the sandwich on the ground and gobbling it down. Lifting his head, he sniffed the air. He was no dummy and knew exactly where the other half was. I just had to hope he was smart enough to climb in to get it.

  He was. He hopped into the back to get the rest of his snack. I shut the door and went around to the driver’s seat, settled behind the wheel.

  “Pam, I’m out on County Road Seven and picked up a stray dog. Hungry. I think he should be seen by a vet,” I said into my police radio.

  “There’s a place on Fourth, two blocks off of Main,” she replied, her voice tinny through the speaker.

  I glanced into the back where the dog was licking his lips, clearly having enjoyed the sandwich more than I would have. He sat his butt down on the seat and stared at me, cocked his head to the side. Part lab, part basset hound, part… what did I know about dogs? I’d never had one growing up. He seemed content in his spot, as if he’d ridden in a car often enough and knew he was going somewhere. And that he wasn’t alone.

  Yeah, I could relate, buddy.

  It felt good to be wanted, to have someone take care of you—and by that I meant pressing me up against the door or bending me over the bed when I came home from work and making me forget about every single call or court appearance. I wanted him to get me out of my bland uniform and naked. To take control so I could submit. Let go. Give over.

  God, yes.

  I wasn’t neglected—my vibrator saw to that—or abandoned on the side of the road like the furry guy eyeing me. I was back in my hometown, had a new job, my mom was nearby and I had plenty of batteries for the well-used vibrator… there was nothing to complain about. But while I wasn’t alone, I—make that my pussy—was definitely a little lonely.

  A guy would be nice. Someone who was interested in all that I had to offer. And I had a lot to offer. Momma called me big-boned. I considered myself more Amazon than anything. At just under six feet, I towered over most guys in town. And those big bones? Yeah, on top of them I had muscles and a fair amount of padding. Big boobs, big butt. Not too many men were interested in all that I came with. I’d had boyfriends—I was far from a virgin—but it had been a while. I was discriminate and was definitely picky when it came to who got in my bed. Or pressed me up against the wall.

  Then there was the fact that I was the sheriff of Raines County and that came with a utility belt, a set of handcuffs and a uniform shirt that had me looking more man than woman. I wasn’t the soft, timid type. I wasn’t dainty. Petite. Most men wanted to wear the pants in a relationship and my job didn’t call for skirts. Jeans, boots and the uniform shirt. Even a utility belt with more gadgets than Batman.

  I sighed. The job picked me and here I was. Raines, Montana, in a police SUV with a stray dog.

  “Ten-four,” I replied, putting the radio away and starting back toward town. Every day on the job was different. Paperwork, time in court, traffic stops. Hell, even a dog rescue. For being a small town, the job wasn’t boring. So far, not too bad. Back in law school, I never would have imagined myself back in my hometown. Gone ten years, back two months.

  I glanced in the rearview mirror and eyed the dog. I wanted to go and track down the fucker who’d abandoned him, but parked in front of the small vet office instead. “I’m going inside for a leash,” I told him as I glanced at him through the metal grate between the front and back. One ear pointed up as if he were listening carefully. “No way am I chasing you all over town.”

  I climbed out, went inside. A little bell above the door signaled my presence. There was no one at the counter, but a guy came down a long hallway.

  Not just any guy. Holy shit.

  Gus Duke.

  We’d dated—if eighteen-year-olds called it dating—right after high school graduation and most of that summer. First love. First everything. We’d been hot and heavy most of the time, especially when he’d popped my cherry in his pickup truck down a dusty side road late one night. I’d popped his, too. It had been intense—the feelings, the desire we shared that one hot summer. God, I’d needed what Gus would give me, but as I grew older, realized it wasn’t enough. I was different, had unusual sexual desires. It was almost as if I were wired differently. Vanilla wasn’t for me.

  Thinking back, I had to wonder if we’d had more time together we might have done more than fuck like rabbits. Come August, we’d both gone off to college and never looked back. Oh, I’d thought about him often enough. The sex, especially. We’d been horny teenagers interested in getting off and not the nuances of how to do that. It had taken years for me to understand it was better when it pushed all the right hot buttons. I had to wonder if Gus would know how to push mine… or if he’d want to.

  At eighteen, he’d been cute. Hot. Sexy, even. But now, he looked amazing. He’d always been tall—that was one of the things I’d liked about him, making me feel almost short—but at twenty-eight, he’d filled out, added about thirty pounds of lean muscle that couldn’t be missed in his snug jeans and the cut of his shirt.

  I’d seen him once since I’d been back. There had been an incident at the Duke ranch, a trespasser. Gus’s brother, Tucker, now ran things, but the whole family had been there for a picnic. I hadn’t gone alone. I’d shown up with a deputy who’d been ready to take the guy down if necessary. It hadn’t been since the asshole—I could confirm he was one based on the filth he’d spewed the entire time he was in custody—had been trussed up like a Christmas goose. So I’d done nothing more than give Gus a small wave of greeting before we took the guy away. I hadn’t had a chance to look my fill.

  But now I could. And did.

  Dark hair, dark eyes that were eyeing me as closely as I was him. The beard was new—I doubted he’d had more than a few whiskers at eighteen. Close cropped, even from across the lobby I could see hints of red in it. He wore a flannel button-up and jeans. Sturdy leather boots. All he was missing to complete his full cowboy look was a hat, but I knew he had one since he’d had it on when I saw him at the ranch. He didn’t look like a veterinarian, but a calendar model for Sexy Cowboys of Montana.

  “Parker,” he said and nothing else. His deep voice crept into me and made my nipples hard. God, one word and I was in trouble here.

  There were ten years’ worth of things to say, but I had no idea how to start, so I thumbed over my shoulder. “Gus. I… um, found a stray dog. Got him in my car. Thought maybe you could take a look at him.”

  He went over to a hook on the wall with a few rope leashes and took one down. “Sure. Let’s go get him.”

  He escorted me out of the clinic, leaving the door open behind him. I went to the SUV and he followed. When I opened the back door, I caught him eyeing my ass. He grinned, not the least bit ashamed at being caught. Yeah, he hadn’t changed all that much.

  Before Gus could get the leash on him, the dog jumped out, trotted up the walk to a small shrub, peed beside it, then continued right inside the vet office.

  Gus watched and gave a little head shake. “Guess she’s not going to be a difficult patient.”

  “She?” I asked, staring into the vet clinic as if I could still see the dog. “I thought she was a he.”

  He glanced at me, the smile still on his full lips—the lips I remembered kissing me oh so well—and arched one dark brow. “She squatted to pee. Didn’t lift a leg.”

  That made sense. “I didn’t take time to check out her… undercarriage.”

  The dark brow went up higher and his full lip curled in that sexy way I remembered so fondly. “I remember your undercarriage.” He took a step closer. “Tell me, pixie, still got that little mole on the inside of your right thigh? Right up by those pretty pussy lips
?”

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  About the Author

  Vanessa Vale is the USA Today Bestselling author of over 50 books, sexy romance novels, including her popular Bridgewater historical romance series and hot contemporary romances featuring unapologetic bad boys who don't just fall in love, they fall hard. When she's not writing, Vanessa savors the insanity of raising two boys, is figuring out how many meals she can make with a pressure cooker, and teaches a pretty mean karate class. While she's not as skilled at social media as her kids, she loves to interact with readers.

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