by Tony Ramagos
Tamara gulped at the sight of his erection as it sprang free. She refused to allow her mind to compare his dick with Darryl’s. Instead, she focused on the bulbous, purpled head and the bead of precum glistening in the slit. It made her mouth water, and she had to swallow again to keep from drooling.
He climbed into the tub, one large hand folding over her hip as he turned her and moved in behind her. “You didn’t think I was going to let you take care of our woman all by yourself, did you?”
Colt’s question was obviously meant for Darryl. Tamara saw a dart of irritation shoot through Darryl’s eyes, but then acceptance followed as his attention returned to her. He brought one of her hands to his mouth, brushed a kiss over her knuckles, and then released them both as he reached for a bar of soap and a washcloth.
“I can wash myself, Darryl. Really. You don’t have to—”
Colt nuzzled his lips against his ear. “When we want you to wash yourself, we’ll tell you. If we want to carry you into the house, we’ll do it. Stop arguing and let us take care of you.”
Tamara stopped arguing and allowed herself the pleasure of being pampered. So this was what it felt like to be loved. She’d never known the sensation, never thought it could feel like this.
Darryl washed her front, lathering her flesh with soap, and lingered on her breasts long enough to have her writhing. “This is the first time I’ve ever give a worm a bath,” he commented as he continued on to wash her abdomen and belly.
Colt chuckled. “Give me the cloth. I’ll take care of her sexy backside.”
“In a minute,” Darryl told him as he slipped the cloth between her legs. “I’m not done yet.”
Tamara feared by the time he deemed her front thoroughly washed she’d be out of her mind. She was damn near close to it when he finally straightened in front of her, after making sure to wash her all to way to her feet, and handed Colt the washcloth.
She didn’t fare any better under Colt’s gentle perusal of her flesh. He cleaned her back, taking a great deal of time to alternate the cloth and a hand on her butt cheeks. Then his hands framed her hips, and she felt him start to kneel, bringing her down with him.
“Now to rinse you off,” he said as he settled her to sit on his lap in the bottom of the tub and proceeded to splash the water over her, washing away the suds.
Darryl was still standing in front of her, his erect cock jutting out of his body like a come-get-me exclamation point. Colt’s equally hard cock was nuzzled in the crack of her ass. Tamara couldn’t help herself. She wriggled her ass on Colt’s cock and started to reach for Darryl’s. A curt command had her hand freezing in midair.
“Suck him, Tamara. Suck Darryl nice and hard while Colt fucks you.”
Holy fuck! That was Seth who had just given her that command. How could she have forgotten he was in the room?
She had to lean over to see him with Darryl standing in front of her. He hadn’t moved from where he’d been standing when she’d taken off her clothes, although he had turned to face the tub. He was still standing there with his arms folded over his chest and that unreadable look in his eyes.
Those eyes locked with hers, and he repeated the command. “Suck Darryl nice and hard while Colt fucks you.”
“I need a condom,” Colt told him.
Seth reached into a drawer beneath the sink, palmed a foiled wrapper, and sent it sailing through the air straight into Colt’s lifted hand.
Colt ripped it open with his teeth and reached both of his hands between her legs. “Lift up, love, so I can get this on.”
Tamara shifted and lifted her hips, using the floor of the tub for leverage. Her pulse was pounding so loudly in her ears she was only scarcely hearing the words they said to her. Her nipples were throbbing, her clit pulsing in rapid rhythm, and her channel flaming with need. Her mouth was tingling, too, and as her attention locked on Darryl’s cock only slightly above her head, she felt those tingles ignite into a blaze that drew a protesting sound from her lips.
“I can’t get to you.”
He obliged her by bending his knees and leveling his cock with her mouth. Colt’s hands moved to her waist, and he adjusted her body until the head of his cock was grazing her outer folds. Colt gave her enough time to fold her hand around the base of Darryl’s shaft and indulge in a quick taste of the precum beading in the slit of his cockhead before he used his hold on her hips to pull her body down.
He sheathed his cock with her pussy in one fluid motion that drove him all the way inside her channel to the hilt. Her lips clamped over Darryl’s cockhead, more out of response than design, and slid down the length of his shaft.
A gruff moan mixed with a guttural growl and her own muffled cry as the men started to move. Neither of them allowed her an ounce of control. Darryl buried a hand in her hair, fisted the strands, and fucked her mouth with his cock as Colt used his continued hold on her hips to lift her body up, drop it down, and pound his dick in her pussy.
They instantly sent her to the edge of a precipice they created. She could’ve held it off. Maybe. She could’ve thwarted off the impending orgasm. Maybe. She could’ve done it, but Darryl reached down with his free hand, captured a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and pinched. Her eyes flew open, but it wasn’t him she saw. Her gaze had shifted around him and landed on Seth.
The plea that bubbled in her throat, one she couldn’t say with Darryl’s cock lodged in her mouth, must have been clear in her eyes because he said, “Not this time, love. Soon, you’ll know what it feels like to have my hands on you, to have my dick inside you, and to fully be at my command.”
The promise in his tone sent her flying. She felt the dam on her control give and couldn’t do a thing to stop it. She came, screaming around Darryl’s cock in her mouth from the force of it and felt her pussy shatter around Colt’s dick buried deep inside her channel. Only when the last dregs of her pleasure subsided did the men let themselves go. Darryl’s hand fisted more tightly in her hair as he shot his seed down her throat. Colt’s hands gripped her hips so hard as he found his release that they were sure to be bruised come morning.
Sated and spent, Tamara felt herself turn to Jell-O between them, felt Colt’s hands steady her as Darryl’s cock slipped from her mouth, and heard Seth’s gravelly voice as he told them to dry her off and carry her to his bed.
At some point in the night, Tamara awoke to her hands bound behind her back and Seth lifting her to straddle his waist.
“You’re going to ride me, love. I like it hard and fast. Show me what you’ve got.”
She did with every ounce of mounting energy she possessed, taking his massive, condom-covered cock inside her in one fluid plunge, and digging her knees in the mattress on either side of his hips as she rode him the way he’d ordered her to. She felt Colt’s presence in the bed beside him. Darryl wasn’t there. She didn’t have time to question his absence, but Seth must have seen it in her eyes.
“He wouldn’t sleep with us tonight in fear of waking up cuddled with me or Colt. You’ll be sleeping with his bed tomorrow night unless you dare to offer up any objections.”
She could hardly think right now, let alone conjure any objections with Seth’s thick, stupendously long cock buried in her pussy.
“Service me, p—love.” He quickly corrected himself, but his meaning wasn’t lost on her. “Let me feel what you’ve got.”
Tamara gave everything she could to him, rode him as he’d said he liked, hard and fast, and felt the hot tide of enjoyment gather in her womb.
“If you come before I give you permission, I’ll have to punish you.”
His threat wasn’t fair. He and his brothers hadn’t properly trained her yet. He’d said so himself. Still, she heeded the warning for what it was and did her best not to lose it. She knew she’d failed when he lifted his head and captured one of her nipples with his teeth. She tried so hard to hold off the orgasm attempting to rip its way out of her.
She failed.
Sh
e exploded in a blinding rush of lights and screams that likely woke the whole town of Pleasure.
“Rest now,” he told her after the force of her ecstasy had subsided. “Tomorrow is going to be a long day for you, my love.”
Chapter Six
The long day Seth had planned for Tamara didn’t turn out anything like he’d anticipated. It started out by him waking to a phone call in the wee hours of the morning. He rolled over, glanced at the caller ID on the phone on his nightstand, and knew there were few reasons he would be getting a call from that number before the sun had barely begun to rise, and none of them were good.
“This is Seth,” he said by way of greeting, not sure exactly which voice he’d hear on the other end of the cellular waves but knowing it would be someone who lived on Rescue Ranch.
“Seth, it’s May.”
One of his arms was caged beneath Tamara. He carefully dislodged it as he sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed at the sound of the voice. Getting a call from the queen bee, as he often thought of her, meant trouble.
“May, what’s going on?”
“It’s Dillon,” she told him without hesitation, her voice quivering with worry. “Korbin, too. Everyone on the ranch woke up with the rooster’s crow to start their work, but they’re not here. They were when we all went to bed.”
Which meant the boys had snuck out sometime in the night. Fuck!
“Calm down, May. I’m sure Dillon and the other boy are okay.”
“Are they with you and Colt?”
Seth knew exactly why she would immediately hope for that conclusion. Of all the boys who had taken up residence on Rescue Ranch, he and Colt knew Dillon the best. Neither of them knew much about Korbin, but the boy had become tight with Dillon over the last couple of years. Colt had been the one to call Horace Hoskins on Seth’s recommendation after Dillon had attempted to rob him at gunpoint during one of his solo trips to the city. Colt had the boy arrested, but he’d seen something in the boy, something worthy of saving, and Seth had known of only one place it could happen…Rescue Ranch.
“There’re not here, ma’am.” At least he was fairly damn certain the boys weren’t on Barlow property. If Dillon had sought an escape and dragged Korbin with him, it was likely this was where he would’ve headed. Seth knew there was only one way to find out.
“There was another fire in town last night. The Johnson brothers’ place burned to the ground,” May told him as he got to his feet and pulled on a pair of jeans. “I know what time the fire was called in, Seth. Dillon and Korbin were on the ranch at least an hour before that.”
“I never thought for an instant it was either of them who started it, May.” That much was the truth, at least when it came to Dillon. The boy wasn’t an arsonist. He had one hell of a past, but it didn’t have a thing to do with starting fires.
“Emma is frantic.”
Emma. Isabella was the woman’s given name, though she’d changed it after she’d come to Pleasure in search of her baby brother and found not only Dillon but Rowdy Fuller and Shane Baker, both part of the first generation on Rescue Ranch whom she’d fallen in love with.
“We’ll find them, May. You and Emma hang tight on the ranch, and I’ll call you as soon as I know something.” He ended the call with that, tossed the cell back onto the nightstand, and moved to the closet to find a shirt. He heard rustling behind him a nanosecond before Colt spoke.
“What’s going on?”
“Dillon is missing,” Seth told his brother as he yanked a shirt off a hanger and pulled it over his head. “Apparently, so is Korbin.”
“Dillon is the boy from Rescue Ranch,” Tamara said as she sat up, her voice still groggy from sleep but her beautiful eyes getting clearer by the second. “He’s the one you brought to live there, right?”
“That’s right, sweetheart,” Seth confirmed as he snagged his boots from the floor and sat on the edge of the bed to shove them on. “May says both boys were inside the ranch house when they all turned in last night, but neither of them are there this morning.”
Colt was immediately out of bed and headed for the bathroom where he’d left his clothes. “If something was up, Dillon would’ve come to us.”
“Yeah,” Seth agreed as he got to his feet again. “But he didn’t. At least, not that we know of. Go wake Darryl. Tell him to search the stables, and you check the rest of the property.”
Colt paused in the doorway of the bathroom, concern filling his eyes for a boy who had touched all their hearts and the other one with him. “What are you going to do?”
Seth started to tell him he was going to see that Tamara got dressed and he’d take her down with him to the sheriff’s office, but the sound of the doorbell cut him off. “I’m apparently going to answer the door.” He took a moment to look at Tamara. “Get dressed, love. As soon as I find out who that is, we’re heading out.”
It was Dillon Stokes and Korbin Blackwell, and damn if finding the boys on his doorstep didn’t send a rush of relief surging through him. “What the hell are you two doing?” he barked before he stopped to think. “I just got off the phone with May. Everyone on the ranch is going out of their mind looking for you two.”
It wasn’t exactly what May had said, but he knew if she and Emma were worrying their pretty heads, everyone else as scrambling at the bit to find the boys.
“See.” Korbin smacked Dillon in the shoulder. “I told you so.”
Seth had only met Korbin a few times. He didn’t know the boy’s history, but he knew the boy had straightened up his act enough to be accepted on Rescue Ranch.
Dillon shot Korbin a scornful look. “Yeah, you also told me we needed to come talk to him.”
Seth gathered the “him” in question was, in fact, him. Whatever was going on, Korbin had apparently thought he could help, and Dillon had agreed. Willing to do what he could, Seth sidestepped out of the doorway to give the boys room to enter. “Come in here and tell me what’s going on.”
“Seth?”
He turned at the questioning voice and found Tamara standing fully dressed at the bottom of the stairs. “Go back upstairs. The passcode to my phone is 2215.” He wondered fleetingly if she would realize that was the date they’d first met. “Find the number to Rescue Ranch. It’s in my contacts. Tell whoever answers that Dillon and Korbin are safe. They’re with us.”
He hadn’t meant any of that to sound like an order, but he was pretty sure it had. Still, she gave him a quick nod, pivoted on her heel, and headed obediently back upstairs. Deciding he would have to apologize to her later, he turned his attention back to the boys.
Dillon waggled his brows as he stepped inside the house, his gaze on the stairway where Tamara had disappeared. “She’s a real looker.”
Seth snorted. “Yeah, and she’s mine. Get your own woman.”
“I already have.”
That was news to Seth, but he was more than willing to hear more about it if that’s what the boys had come to talk about. He led them into the front parlor, offered them a soda, which they declined, and settled on the armrest of a high-back chair in the corner as they took a seat on the sofa against the wall. Both boys were on edge. Their stiff postures would’ve told him so, even if the expressions on their faces hadn’t.
“What’s up?”
Dillon exchanged a nervous glance with Korbin and then scooted to the edge of his seat. “How far would you go for the woman you love?”
The question both surprised and intrigued Seth. He gave the kid the most honest answer he could, thinking about the ways he’d already tamped down the controlling demon inside him for Tamara. “As far as necessary and then some.”
“How about if you knew it would hurt her,” Korbin asked, “but believed it was in her best interest, even if you were pretty sure you would lose her?”
Seth thought about that for a moment, not sure where the boys were going with this but understanding they’d come to him for help. “Love isn’t something that comes with co
nditions. It’s something you feel and hold on to no matter the consequences, no matter what you have to give up, and no matter the costs.” He spotted a figure moving into doorway, realized it was Tamara, and met her gaze as he finished what he’d been about to say. “When we love a woman, it means that we want what is best for her, even if it means, in the end, we have to let her go.”
He saw her eyes fill with tears and prayed she understood that the advice he was giving the boys was the same thing he’d told himself in the past. If he’d had to let her go for her own happiness, he would’ve walked away. If she’d really chosen a life with only Darryl, as he’d believed she’d done when he’d walked in on them in the stables, he would’ve forced himself to understand.
Dillon exchanged another look with Korbin and said, “I think we know who set fire to the Cowboy’s Den and the Johnsons’ place, and we think we know why.”
* * * *
Tamara had donned her state fire marshal investigator’s uniform and called Conroy to inform him of the latest development in the case before leaving the Barlow house. The sheriff wasn’t too quick to accept her finding, but he agreed to meet her at the Calvert place. In a questioning, like what she was about to do, professionalism and protocol were a must. This wasn’t going to be like the trip she’d made to Rescue Ranch with Seth and Colt. This would be officially on the books. Dillon Stokes and Korbin Blackwell knew things about the fire at the Cowboy’s Den only a handful of other people knew. They could’ve come by that knowledge in only two ways. Either they’d set the fire themselves, which she was ninety percent positive they hadn’t, or someone with keen knowledge of who had set the fire and how it had started had revealed the truth to them. They were claiming the latter, and it was the clue she was following now. They’d given her a name, one who just so happened to live in the same house as the only other suspect on her very short list and one who had an equal, if not more saddening, motive for starting the fires.
