by Jane Jamison
How long had it been since she’d had a man touch her there? A man she really wanted and not just someone to relieve her pent-up frustrations? She tried to remember, but too much time had passed.
Damn, how I need a good man.
No.
Two good men.
Two specific good men.
But could she have them? She liked her sex fun and rough with her in complete control. To lose control, even in sex, wasn’t safe. Men who took command in the bedroom always wanted to take charge of the rest of her life. She dominated in the bedroom like she dominated in the boardroom. If she didn’t, then…
Then what?
Would losing the reins of power be so bad? A part of her she kept hidden safely away begged to be set free.
No. Don’t go there. It’s too dangerous.
She could never trust anyone enough to submit to them. And yet, the idea of Clint and Hale tying her up, spreading her wide for their pleasure, sent hot fire surging through her.
She opened her eyes, unaware that she’d closed them, to find herself staring at her image again. Her mouth was parted, and perspiration that had nothing to do with the humid room dotted her forehead. Her nipples were peaked, ready to be touched, ready to be sucked. Her clit throbbed a steady rhythm, telling her she needed to find out.
If she didn’t, she’d always wonder what might have been.
Not knowing was worse than anything else.
Still, what if they rejected her?
Once again, she smiled at her image. They wouldn’t. Not after the way they’d looked at her. If they did turn her down, it wouldn’t be because of her. It would be because of her buying the ranch land. Some men just couldn’t handle a strong woman, especially one they considered a threat.
Still…
She pressed her fingertips to her lips, remembering their kisses. They wanted her, all right. But for what? What if they thought they could use sex to manipulate her? What if they wanted to jumble her feelings and try to make her change her mind about the mall?
If they tried, they’d lose. Other men had used romance as a weapon, attempting to sway her, but she’d seen through them. She’d be the one taking advantage of them, using them to give her a brief moment of relief and fun.
But what if they could be more? What if they were as genuine as they seemed?
The idea was a foolish one. Not only were they ranchers she’d have to do business with, but they were men who lived in a world miles apart from her own. She was used to living in the city. Used to traffic, noises, restaurants, and a coffee shop on every corner. They lived in a world dominated by cows and horses and the closed minds of small-town people. They had nothing in common.
And yet…
“Stop being stupid.”
“How are you being stupid?”
She whirled around, tugging the towel around her body. Hale and Clint blocked the bathroom door. Although they were sweaty and dirty from dealing with Zucker, and who knew what else, they still were more handsome than any man she’d seen in a tuxedo.
“Never mind. Did you get Mr. Zucker to the doctor?”
“Yeah. Finally.” Hale puffed out a breath. “Charlie is one cantankerous old fart. He bitched and moaned all the way.”
“Why’d you put up with it? He used every curse word known to man.” Her gaze slid downward, teasing her as much as she figured it would tease them. The torture went both ways.
Clint shrugged one shoulder. “We’re used to it. Besides, you can’t blame a man for raising hell when he’s in a hell of a lot of pain.”
“Yes, you can. I would’ve left him lying on the ground.”
“Nah, you wouldn’t.” Hale was doing a bit of teasing, too, as his hungry eyes latched onto hers. “You’re not as tough as you think you are.”
Normally, she would’ve laughed then proven he was wrong. But she couldn’t. Not when her body was screaming for her to let go of the towel and give him a really good look.
“I still owe you a dinner.” Clint leaned against the doorframe. Yet from the way his forearms were flexing, he was anything but relaxed.
“And what if I want a different prize?” She skimmed her tongue over her upper lip. Not enough to be obvious but enough to catch their attention.
“It would depend on what it is.” Clint didn’t let her down. His attention was firmly fixed to her mouth.
“How about you show me what you’re really made of?” Her gaze jumped to his crotch then back up. “You know. Where it really counts.”
“Lady, are you propositioning my brother?” Hale’s tone held a hint of jealousy.
She let a smirk play on her face as she met his brown eyes. A hint of green color made them even more interesting. “I am. And you, too, in case you haven’t noticed.”
“Damn. And that’s the prize you want?” Clint straightened up as she inched closer. “Seems like your prize is really my prize. And a reward for Hale for being in the right place at the right time.”
“See it anyway you want, cowboy.” She was close enough she could’ve reached up and tweaked the end of his nose. Or, better yet, flicked her tongue along the hollow of his neck.
“Are you sure about this? We wouldn’t want you to think we’re taking advantage of you.”
“I’m sure, Hale. Unless, of course, you don’t want to have anything to do with the woman buying the ranches.” She’d put it out there, wanting to make sure it wouldn’t come up and spoil their fun once they got started.
“We can separate business from pleasure.” Clint’s eyes glittered with need. “If you can.”
She pushed between them. For a moment, she allowed herself the thrill of getting stuck between them like a ship lost at sea then coming ashore between two giant cliffs. Clint’s hard body pressed against hers, and she felt his warm breath chill the beads of water still lingering on her shoulders. Hale’s fingertip traveled along the top of the towel.
“Is it soft or hard?”
Hale blinked then smiled. “What do you think?”
She lifted her hooded glaze. “I meant the bed.”
He chuckled, liking her joke. “Not too soft and not too hard.”
“Just right then?”
“Why don’t you try it and find out?” Clint’s voice had dropped to a low, sexually charged growl.
“I think I will.” She turned the towel loose and let it fall. Taking her time, she strolled over to the bed. Yet instead of getting on top of it, she did an about-face.
“Listen up, boys.”
Clint tossed his hat onto the nearby chair. “First of all, we’re men, not boys.”
Yes. You sure are.
“Okay, then, listen up, men.” She arched an eyebrow, giving them the look others had often called “the hard stare.” “Let’s cut to the chase. You want me, and I want you. Forget about the rest of it.”
“Is that so?” Hale’s expression betrayed his carefree answer. He clenched his fist as though trying to restrain himself.
“You know it is. So here’s how it’s going to go.”
“Wait a sec. You’re telling us what to do?”
As she’d suspected, Clint wasn’t used to taking orders, especially from a woman. “Yes. And you’re going to obey.”
He started to shake his head but stopped when Hale took hold of his arm. The glance that passed between them did the trick, keeping Clint quiet.
“What does that mean anyway?”
Hale was definitely willing to play along. Would Clint?
“It means you get naked.” She arched her eyebrow a little higher. “Now.”
Clint’s jaw muscle ticked, but again, Hale gave him a pointed look. Hale started unbuttoning his plaid shirt and tugged it out of his waistband.
She’d known they’d have bodies any woman would love to skim her tongue over, but seeing them for the first time was more than exciting. No man had ever made her tremble with anticipation. Was it because there were two of them? And yet, she knew that wasn’t the reason.
It’s them. Plain and simple.
“Clint?” She’d said it as a question, but she’d meant it as more of an order.
He glanced at his brother again. “Fine. I’ll play along. For now.”
He’d be a challenge, but she liked challenges.
Clint tugged his T-shirt off, baring his mountainous chest. Appreciation of a fine male physique had never been a problem, and she didn’t mind letting them see how much she enjoyed the view. Both had their shirts off, with their pecs flexing and the tan lines nonexistent. Obviously, they often worked on the ranch without their upper torsos being covered. She made a mental note to check them out whenever they were working cattle or mending fences. Or doing whatever else cowboys did.
“Keep going,” she ordered.
Clint tugged his boots off while Hale managed to toe his off. Their socks came off along with the boots. Funny how she’d never thought of removing shoes as sexy. But each time they pulled or yanked, the muscles in their arms and backs worked, making her consider moving near enough to run her palms along their skin.
They straightened up and began undoing the silver belt buckles. A quick whip of their arms and their belts sang out of the jean loops.
Maybe I should give them a little encouragement.
She skimmed her hands over her breasts, pinching and playing with her nipples. As she assumed, that escalated their hungry gazes. She wouldn’t have been surprised to see them lick their lips. They started working their jeans free, unzipping them to push them to the floor.
“Mmm. I do like men who go commando.”
Underwear was so unnecessary for men. Women liked the lacy things, and men liked women wearing them, but as far as she was concerned, men’s underwear was just something else getting in the way of the real prize.
She was surprised her voice sounded so calm. Their cocks stuck out toward her, full, ripe and glistening on the ends. Each one had a slight curve. Not too much, but enough for a good aim at her G-spot. She couldn’t wait to find out if she was correct.
But the answer would have to wait. First, she wanted to make sure they were willing to do what she wanted. She pointed to the floor in front of her. “On your knees. Right here.”
“What?”
Hale slapped the back of his hand against Clint’s well-packed abdomen. “Shut the hell up and do what she says.”
“He’s right, Clint. Shut the hell up.”
She felt powerful, like a queen dictating her slaves’ every move. Even so, a part of her ached for them to tell her no. To tell her what to do and how to do it. Would she ever find a man who’d bend her to his will?
They came toward her, and passion, raw and consuming, hit her, rocking her on her feet. They were so strong, so virile. If they wanted to take her, to make her their slave, they could do so easily. No one was around to stop them.
As if I’d want them stopped.
She’d never allowed a man to be in control before. At least not in real life. Her fantasies, however, told a different story. Ones she’d never admitted, not even to her best friend, Kristin. She was the one in command. Not the man. She couldn’t risk having it the other way.
Yet her mind wouldn’t let go. What would it be like to fulfill her fantasy? What would it feel like to let the Yager men take control? They were right up on her, inches from her. She ached for them to touch her, to grab her and make her theirs.
She lifted both eyebrows this time, silently, pointedly asking them why they weren’t obeying her. Hale chuckled then went onto his knees. Clint, confusion and irritation warring on his face, fell to his brother’s side. Both of his emotions lost their way as his gaze landed on the strip of hair between her legs.
“I don’t think your cocks are hard enough.” That’s bullshit, and you know it. How much harder can they get?
They wanted to argue with her. She saw it in their eyes, but they remained quiet.
“Make them harder. Stroke them.”
Clint was still hesitating, but he’d come around soon enough. Hale, on the other hand, jumped right to the job at hand. His hand encircled his cock and started stroking it. His gaze remained on her snatch.
Clint reached out, but she shot him down before he could touch her. “Uh-uh. Not until you’re harder.” She tunneled her fingers through his dark hair. His struggle to do as she ordered rippled out of him in waves.
He took hold of his cock and began working his hand up and down the shaft. More pre-cum glistened on the tip, wetting his hand with every stroke.
They’re so hot. And ready. More than ready.
If she didn’t watch it, she’d give in too soon. Not that it would be a bad thing to give in. Either way, it was a win-win for her.
The men continued to pleasure themselves. Their breathing quickened, and their bodies grew even tenser than before. She loved watching them, but watching would only go so far to ease her craving.
“Good. Now eat me.”
Hale didn’t hesitate. He took her behind one leg and pressed his face to her mons. She gasped as he swept his tongue between her folds once then again, going deeper the second time. Her fingernails dug into his shoulder.
Come on, Clint.
He eased around to the side of her, his hand blazing a heated trail along her thigh to her butt cheek. Flicking his tongue, he followed the path his fingers had laid out.
Oh yeah.
Hale was an expert with his tongue and teeth. He held her open and made his way to her clit. Sucking, nibbling, he tortured her. Fingers—Clint’s or Hale’s?—found their way into her sheath as the men held her against them. Her legs shook, surprising her with how quickly they’d weakened her.
Clint bit into her fleshy thigh and slipped his fingers into the crease of her butt cheek. He teased her asshole, skimming around the puckered opening then slowly pushing first one then two fingers into her dark entrance.
Their muscled bodies pushed against her, the sensation of their skin burning hers. For a moment, she wasn’t sure who was in charge any longer. She’d told them what to do, but in doing so, she’d left herself vulnerable to their many skills.
She was losing her composure, something that had never happened. But Clint and Hale were different from other men. Exactly how they were different didn’t matter. Just that they were.
She was weakening not only physically but mentally as well. They’d switched positions with Hale easing around her other side and Clint diving into her pussy, alternating his tongue with his fingers. She felt tight around him, her vaginal walls gripping his digits as he plunged them into her harder and harder. He sucked on her clit, making loud, delicious sounds. Clutching a hunk of his hair, she held on, but she wouldn’t be able to stay on her feet much longer. Not when the fire spreading from her pussy seared outward, robbing her of her strength.
I’m going to come.
Oh, how she wanted to, but it wasn’t the right time. Instead, she pushed Clint away.
“What the fuck?” He took hold of her wrist and glared up at her.
Control. Stay in control.
At his brother’s outburst, Hale eased back, too. “What’s going on?”
She hoped she sounded calmer than she felt. “Get on top of the bed. Now.”
“Look, Raven—”
She pointed at the bed and gave Clint her hardest stare yet. “Now.”
“Come on, man. Play along.” Hale’s fingertips trailed along her skin as he got to his feet. “We’ve never had a woman boss us around.”
“Do you like it?” She could guess Clint’s answer, but she’d aimed the question at Hale.
“Not sure.” Hale grinned as he climbed over to the farthest side of the bed. “But I’m willing to find out.”
She turned to get onto the bed, placing herself between them. Clint snagged her arm, forcing her to look at him.
“Don’t push us too far, sugar.”
She was sure he must’ve seen her flicker of surprise, but she regained her composure fast enough. “I’
m not your sugar.”
Pulling free, she moved on top of the bed, giving him a good view of her rounded bottom. Her tits weren’t big, but her ass was plentiful enough for a lean woman.
Lying down wasn’t an option. Not if she wanted to have them do her bidding. Instead, even as she felt the bed dip when Clint came on top, she threw her leg over Hale and straddled him.
“Fuck me, Hale.”
“Damn straight, babe.” Hale took hold of her hips and positioned her right over him. He pulled her down as he thrust his hips upward.
She’d seen how large he was, but when his cock plunged into her, she would’ve sworn he’d grown an inch wider and five inches longer. Her cry came unexpectedly. A flash of pain morphed into pleasure as he drove as far inside her as humanly possible.
Riding him, she undulated her hips and leaned forward to flatten her palms against his chest. Even his wide shoulders seemed to have gotten wider, stronger. The muscles in his arms flexed as he helped her move while shoving his hips toward her.
“Oh. Oh.” She panted, uncaring that she wasn’t giving them any commands. She was on top, just like in business, and calling the shots. “Clint, get with it.”
Clint eased behind her to fondle her breasts. He twisted her nipples, adding spice to the already tantalizing sensations coursing through her.
“That’s it, sugar. Fuck him hard. Then you’re going to fuck me.”
Was he giving her orders now? She could no longer think clearly enough to make out the difference. The only thing that mattered was their hands on her body and Hale’s cock in her pussy.
Clint’s mouth was warm against her ear. “Now it’s our turn to say what goes.”
“No.”
She’d never let any man tell her what to do, inside or outside of the bedroom. She started to say as much, to tell them she wasn’t about to let them order her around but found she didn’t want to.
What would it be like to obey them? If she did, would they use it to try and stop her from buying the land?
They’d be in for a rude awakening if they tried.
