by BJ Wane
“Probably not. Come over here.” He tugged her over to the next stall, the need to erase the worry clouding her bright blue eyes taking hold as he tried not to think about how hard it was going to be to tell her goodbye. Pulling her in front of him, he braced his hands on the stall door, caging her in. “This little one is only two hours old.”
Kelsey reached up and gripped the door, her hands appearing pale and small next to his much larger and darker ones. The growing compulsion to keep her close and ask her to stay rode him hard, but he had a lot of practice in putting his own needs second to those of the women he chose to get involved with.
He heard the awe in her voice as she whispered, “She can barely stand.”
“It takes a few hours for them to steady themselves, but it’s fun to watch them wobble around.” Dropping his right hand, Greg slipped under her loose tee shirt and caressed the smooth, warm skin of her waist.
Her voice caught as she leaned into his touch. “It… must be hard to part with them. Don’t you get attached?”
“Sometimes. But regardless of feelings, other priorities often take precedence. Tell me,” he insisted in a harder tone as he unhooked the front clasp of her bra and filled his hand with her soft flesh, “any repercussions this morning from last night? It’s not easy for a woman of your size to take two large men, one after the other.”
She sucked in a deep breath as he rasped her nipple and bit her earlobe. “I woke up just fine, thank you. I’m not as delicate as I look.”
“No, you’re not. You’ve managed to surprise me at every turn.” Greg plucked the distended bud, enjoying her quiver.
“Greg.” He pinched her nipple and she gasped, “Sir, please.” Arching her back, she pushed her breasts forward, the move smashing the one in his hand against his palm.
“I love hearing that breathless plea coming out of your mouth.” Bringing his other hand under her top, he kneaded both mounds of pillow-soft flesh and then took hold of her nipples. “Ever climaxed from just nipple play?” he asked, putting pressure on the puckered tips.
Kelsey shook her head. “No. I don’t think I can. Maybe if you…”
Greg spun her around, shoved the top up and lifted her to feast on her breasts. Her legs went around his waist and her arms around his head in a tight hold that smashed her breasts against his face. Gripping her ass, he licked, sucked and nipped her nipples, first one then the other. He didn’t even pause for air before latching onto the opposite side. Opening his mouth, he engulfed as much of the small mass as he could before slowly pulling up, wrapping his lips around the nipple and tugging upward, elongating the tip and lifting her breast. With a sharper bite, he let go and was rewarded with her hand gripping his hair in a tight fist.
“Come for me, little bit,” he ground out as he returned to the left. “Now.” Using his teeth and lips, he latched onto the already reddened, stiff peak and brought her to a screaming orgasm.
Kelsey ground her pelvis against Greg’s rock-hard abdomen as she splintered apart in a tumultuous climax. Riding the waves of pleasure pouring through her gyrating body, that one word she associated with him and Devin repeated itself yet again. More, more, more…
By the time Greg gently unlocked her arms from around his head and lowered her legs, the realization she had come from just nipple stimulation was working its way past the euphoria fogging her mind. Leaning against his comforting strength, the cute ‘baby’ bawl of the newborn calf behind her reached her ears and a giggle tickled her throat.
“Well, that was a first, and in a barn nonetheless.” Kelsey looked up at him and couldn’t resist clasping his whisker-roughed face, going up on her toes and giving him a soft kiss. “Thank you, cowboy.”
“That’s cowboy, sir.” He swatted her butt with a crooked grin before leading her back outside. “Devin must be at the social hall with everyone else. I need to wash up before we head over.”
And she needed a few minutes to compose herself, she thought as she went with him. Not that he gave her a choice. Between him and Devin, one of them remained at her side all day, their hovering nearness and ever-watchful looks a constant reminder of the now viable threat against her. By the time she finished wolfing down a plate of food, she realized how well the two of them had kept her distracted from fretting earlier with their single-minded, hot touches. But now, even surrounded by friendly people gathered for a good time, the despair from Jordan and Theresa’s deception and fear of the unknown crept back up to tighten her chest.
She didn’t want to think about the sudden changes affecting her life or where she would be with the McAllisters once they caught the person responsible. The only distraction that had succeeded in diverting her from the upheaval of her life since coming here was Devin and Greg’s dominant control. She thought of the women she’d met at The Barn, the painful, frightening episodes in their lives they had overcome with help from their Doms and suddenly craved to be around the people who would understand the up and down emotions gripping her and the distracting pleasure of her two, temporary Doms focused attention in that sex-charged atmosphere.
Devin and Greg stood, each taking her hands, but as they started toward the group around the fireplace, she blurted in a tight whisper, “I want to go to the club.”
They must have seen her desperation reflected on her face because instead of replying with an automatic denial, Devin cocked his head and asked, “Now?”
She nodded. “Yes, tonight. It’s not too late, is it?”
“No, not at all.” Greg glanced at Devin before saying, “I’ll check with Tom, make sure he’s good with seeing everyone back to their cabins.”
Chapter 13
Kelsey got the same electrically charged vibe entering The Barn as last week, confirming her reaction wasn’t just a fluke. The low, sensuous beat of music blended with quiet voices and the occasional, high-pitched cry. She took a deep breath as Greg and Devin escorted her across the gleaming hard-wood floor, the mingling odors of sweet hay, exotic perfumes and musky sex assailing her senses.
“I think I could get used to this place,” she murmured, her comment surprising her as much as them.
Devin’s dark brows dipped down into a frown and his hand tightened around hers. “Since you’re leaving soon, maybe you can return to the club in Philly.”
“She’ll need to heed the rules better. Why don’t you give that some practice tonight?” Greg drawled, his green eyes lit with humor that countered the tight set to his jaw.
The problem was, other than not being able to figure these two out, the thought of going to any club like this without her two cowboys flanking her all night didn’t appeal to her as much as it once had. Right now, with the McAllisters’ betrayal and the threat against her verified causing her grief, all she could think about was how much she wanted them, and the sweet oblivion of those skyrocketing climaxes their dual touch could produce. The one time they’d gifted her with their bodies and she’d rolled off Greg and under Devin, would be forever seared into her mind as the most intense, sexual episode of her life. Unless she could push them into repeating it. As much as she appreciated their protective thoughtfulness in going slow and looking out for her well-being, like Devin said, she would be leaving soon. There would be plenty of time to recuperate from days of their dual possession once she left.
Kelsey halted a few feet from the table where Sydney and Tamara were waving her over to go up on her tiptoes and whisper, “I promise, I’ll be on my best behavior if you two promise to quit treating me as if I’ll break. I assure you, I’m not mentally or physically fragile.”
Devin moved so fast, Kelsey didn’t register what he was doing until his warm hand slid down the scooped neckline of her top and curled around her bare breast. “So, you’re good with us ordering you to strip bare tonight?”
Embarrassment warred with lust as she cast a quick look around to see who might be watching. Last week, only Devin, Greg and Master Kurt had been privy to her bared breasts and butt in that seclude
“At least you’re not lying. That’s a good start.” Greg kissed her, fast and hard as Devin removed his hand. When both men stepped back, the chill that replaced their heat left her as shaken as their touch. “You can think about how far you want us to take you tonight while we give you time to visit.” Ushering her toward their table, Greg smiled at the girls he and Devin seemed to have a special fondness for. “Don’t you two look pleased with yourselves?”
Sydney’s small grin spread into a beaming smile. “We are, Master Greg, but not as pleased as we’ve made our husbands.” Tamara joined her in flicking Caden and Connor warm glances where they both stood behind the bar.
“Can we tell them, Master Connor?” Tamara’s gray eyes gleamed with excitement.
“What’s going on?” Devin looked from the girls to his friends, who seemed just as giddy as their wives.
Sydney and Tamara made the announcement together, their happy voices drawing attention from everyone around them. “We’re pregnant!”
Kelsey stood to the side as everyone converged on the two couples, their happiness for them apparent in the sincerity of their well-wishes. She’d never felt more like an outsider and never craved friendship as much as in those few moments. She liked her friends and coworkers, but doubted if she’d feel as exuberant over the announcement of a baby, or if any of them would greet that news from her with such heartfelt enthusiasm. It was strange, and a little disheartening to discover there was something lacking in her life that she never realized before. This would be yet one more thing to cope with when she returned to Philly.
Damn, she really needed that temporary escape she’d been craving again from Greg and Devin. Even if it meant getting naked in front of others. She’d never see any of them again, which should make it easier.
“Sit down, Kelsey. Join us,” Sydney insisted, glancing up at Greg and Devin. “If it’s okay with you, Sirs.”
“It is, and congratulations, you two.” Devin bent and kissed each girl on the lips and then Greg followed suit. Their husbands’ proud smiles hadn’t slipped, so they were obviously good with the attention their expectant mothers were getting.
“Wow, that must be exciting, having your babies so close together.” Kelsey sat down as the others strolled back to their tables and the guys took a seat at the bar. “One might think you planned it that way,” she teased.
Tamara giggled. “We didn’t, but people aren’t going to believe us.” She shrugged. “I don’t care, I love the way it turned out. We’re due just a few weeks apart.”
“And now, the fun part will be seeing how the guys react if one or both of us has a girl.” Sydney practically rubbed her hands together in anticipation of that possibility and all the fun she could have with Caden.
“As protective as I’ve noticed these guys are, I bet they would be as strict with a boy as a girl. I hope you’ll send me a birth announcement.” Kelsey would make sure she left them her contact information before leaving tonight.
Tamara’s face fell. “Are you leaving soon? Will you come back?”
“I…” Would she? Kelsey eyed Greg and Devin and her heart executed a slow roll. She wanted them, she never denied that fact. And she acknowledged she would miss them, not just the awesome sexual experiences they’d given her, but them. But neither man had said a word about the future, nor hinted they would miss her. So, no, she wouldn’t return just to go through the uncertainty of leaving again. “It’s such a long way, and long-distance relationships don’t fare well, so I doubt it. But I’d love to hear about your babies.”
“Then we have to keep in touch,” Sydney insisted.
“Okay, what gives?” Caden glanced from Devin to Greg, suspicion darkening his eyes and drawing his brother’s attention.
Devin resisted the urge to look back at Kelsey, not surprised by his friend’s quick observation. He waited until Greg gave him a nod in agreement before saying anything though. “We got word the threat against Kelsey is real. The FBI is on it, and moving on what they have as fast as they can. In the meantime, she doesn’t make a move without one of us by her side.”
“What can we do to help?” Connor asked, stepping forward with their beers.
Greg nodded his thanks, replying, “Nothing that we can think of right now, but the offer is appreciated. We have experience in protecting witnesses, and this situation amounts to taking the same precautions.”
Devin tried not to think about how the last woman they’d sworn to protect had ended up. The scars from their bullet wounds weren’t the only reminders of how they’d both failed. Greg had been right, they had done everything humanly possible to protect and shield Catherine, but that didn’t negate the fact they’d rolled out of her bed in time to dress before all hell had broken loose, leaving him to always wonder if he’d been totally focused on the job. Greg continued to swear without hesitation he had been, but between the two of them, Devin remained the naysayer.
Caden thumbed his hat back. “Let Grayson know. He has law enforcement contacts, which might come in handy. I don’t have to tell you how easy it would be for someone to sneak onto your property from the woods.”
“No, you don’t.” Devin’s gut cramped at the thought. “Which is why one or both of us will be with her at all times. With a large hunting party camping out on the ranch this week, the number of people coming and going will make it harder for a stranger to sneak in. And yes, we’ve already had Kelsey’s foster parents run everyone’s names through their system and they’ve cleared them.”
“As far as they know,” Greg added. “An experienced perp will have access to damned good aliases.”
Connor’s worried gaze swung to Kelsey. “Then let’s hope your former boss is still good at his job.”
It helped, Devin mused, to have friends who offered such unconditional support. He turned to his best friend. “Shall we see how far we can push our girl?”
Greg smirked. “So, you’re ready to admit she’s our girl, now?”
“While she’s here,” he answered without inflection, sliding off the stool.
Kelsey’s pulse kicked up a notch as she watched Masters Greg and Devin return to the table, their eyes resting on her face. Those deep, penetrating looks made it easy to remember their titles here at the club. She liked the contrast between their less formal but just as dominant at home persona and their sterner, more formal mien here at the club. She also liked how her body sat up and took notice the same, no matter where they were or which side of them she was facing. Was it any wonder she’d nicknamed her pussy ‘slutty bitch’?
“What, pray tell, do you find so amusing?” Greg grasped her hand and pulled her up.
“Myself, and that’s all I’m admitting. Where are we going?” She was proud of herself for not wincing at the breathless catch in her voice as she waved to Sydney and Tamara.
“To dance, for starters.” Devin pulled her in front of him when they reached the dance floor, but it wasn’t until Greg pressed against her back that she eased into the slow, pelvis-grinding movements they controlled with their hands on her hips.
She sighed, content to go where they led her. Here, she didn’t have to think, make decisions or worry. Her heartache was forgotten with the tight grip of their hands, the press of those ripped abs and pectorals against her breasts and back and their thick thighs bunching against her legs with each sway of their bodies. Barefoot, she barely reached their chests, and for once she liked how her petite stature worked in her favor.
They didn’t talk, just made free with her body as if they owned her. And she not only didn’t care, but embraced each sweep of a calloused palm down her bare thighs, every light finger stroke up her bare arms, the tender kiss on the side of her neck, the sharp nip on her earlobe. Nestled between their tall, wide shoulders and long legs, it was easy to shut out the other people dancing so close, easy to forget it wasn’t just the three of them in their own little world. Even when Greg unbuttoned her blouse down to her waist and Devin spread the sides open, baring her braless breasts, she found it easier not to shy away from the public exposure standing between the protective embrace of her two cowboys.
“There. Not so hard, is it?” Greg murmured in her ear as he slid a hand under her skirt and cupped one silk-covered buttock.
“Your bodies are shielding me.” That was her excuse, and Kelsey felt more comfortable sticking to it than admitting to the decadent thrill of exhibitionism scorching her insides. She swallowed hard as Devin shifted just enough to allow the couple next to them to see her exposed state.
Cool air and the man’s hot gaze hit her nipples, jolting her with lust. His slow wink sent a warm flush crawling up her neck, the heated buzz surging through her bloodstream potent enough to keep her on edge with wanting more. She whipped her eyes back up to Devin. “I haven’t seen the upstairs yet.” She prayed they took the hint without making her beg for what she wanted.
They exchanged that same look over her head she’d caught them doing several times before, a silent communication only the two of them could decipher. She didn’t take offense, didn’t care about how many times it had taken or with how many others they’d had to practice it on to perfect the technique of being able to read each other’s thoughts and decisions when it came to dealing with a submissive’s needs. She just wanted them to act.
Greg’s hands tightened on her hip and butt as Devin’s grip on her breasts switched to her nipple. “Little bit,” Greg growled low, “you could try the patience of a saint. You’re making it damn difficult to do what’s right.”
“Who cares about what’s right?” Jordan and Theresa certainly didn’t. Neither has my father’s partner and so-called friend. Kelsey shoved aside the useless thoughts. “I’m leaving as soon as this guy is stopped. I don’t have time for you to take things so slow.”
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