Cole, Kaliana - Tag and Release [Liberty Springs, Wyoming 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Kaliana Cole

  “You just want to see me climb in it in heels and a dress.”

  “The thought hadn’t even crossed my mind.” And a bolt of lightning was going to strike him down for lying his ass off.

  “You sound so sexy when you lie,” Casey teased. “Danny left the keys where I can get them anyway. Just drop me off. I’m sure you two have one or two things to discuss.”

  Luke didn’t disagree with her. He had a feeling him and Brody were going to have more than words. It had been at least six months since they’d gone toe to toe, so he’d say they were about due.

  Brody pulled up facing the big burgundy Kenworth. He spoke for the first time as Luke slipped from the vehicle to allow Casey out. “I’m sorry, to both of you. I’ve ruined a great night.”

  “It ain’t over yet. I’ll be half an hour behind you. Sort your shit out before I get there, or it will be ruined.” Casey blew a kiss at Brody, pecked Luke on the cheek, and walked away.

  Luke watched her fish the keys out from beneath the guard and open the door. The smile she shot him before climbing up stole his breath and hardened his cock nearly as much as the long flash of thigh and the curve of one pert ass cheek peeking beneath the dress did. He gave her a grin and climbed back in the Chevy. He needed to sharpen his thinking a little if he and Brody ended up going at it. He relied on his speed to avoid the worst of Brody’s punches, but if one connected square, it was like getting belted with a sledgehammer. He was just cranky enough to land a few of his own tonight if Brody pushed the point, though. They’d fought for a lot of reasons over the years, sometimes just for the sake of it, but this time Luke was prepared to go all the way to stop his brother from fucking up the best thing that had happened to either one of them.

  Brody turned the Chevy around as soon as they heard the rumble of Casey’s truck starting up. They were five minutes from home before Brody broke the silence. “Well, are you going to say something about it?”

  “Nope, one of us carrying on like a dickwad is enough.”

  Luke watched Brody’s hands tighten on the steering wheel. Without Casey in the truck he was gunning the engine for home. “Why did it have to be tonight?”

  “Are you going to carry on like a whiny little kid, or get to the point? I thought you were over that bitch. For the first time in ten fucking years you were acting like a functioning adult. I have never seen you as happy as you are with Casey. You take one look at that slut of a thing and it all falls apart. What the hell is going through your head?

  “You’ve got some cold and lonely nights coming up, Brode, because I’m past caring about you. You can wallow in self-pity in your own time. Casey won’t put up with it and I sure as hell am over giving up a chance at love for you.” The vehicle screeched to a halt in front of the house.

  “I can see how seeing Cherry after all this time might throw you for a loop, but you’ve gotta decide whether you’re going to cowboy up or lie there and bleed.”

  Luke did duck the first right his brother threw.

  * * * *

  “Oh, Christ! How bad does Brody look?”

  Luke lifted his eyes in the mirror to where Casey stood in the doorway. He thought about offering an excuse but his black eye, split brow, and bruised and battered knuckles were kind of self-explanatory. “Not half as bad as he should.” Her eyes went to his torn and bloody shirt and she blanched.

  Casey walked over and took the face washer from him. Her touch was tender as she dabbed at the cut above his left eye and her expression guarded. “Where is he?”

  “He stormed out the back in a huff. He’ll cool down and wander back sooner or later.”

  “Can you tell me what’s going on, Luke? If it’s something I should be asking Brody, just tell me and I’ll let it go, but I’m more than a little confused.”

  “I bet you are, sweetheart. Come and sit down. I don’t think I’m in any danger of bleeding all over the sofa anymore.”

  “Let me put a strip on it first.”

  Luke stood back quietly while she got a wound closure strip out of the bathroom cabinet and applied it to his cut. The sadness in her face was threatening to bring him undone. He took her hand and led her to the living room. She sat beside him as he leaned back into the corner of the couch, half turning so that she faced him. He placed her hand on his knee and watched his fingers trace her knuckles. They were in much better order than his.

  Casey broke the silence. “Am I right in thinking the blonde was significant?”

  “Yeah. That was Cherry.”

  “She had gold digger written all over her. What was Brody thinking?”

  “He wasn’t. He was young and dumb, and any ambitions he had were governed from somewhere south of his belt.” Luke ran his other hand tiredly over his face. “Fuck, Casey! I thought he was over it. You have been the best thing to happen to either of us, and he’s throwing it away because seeing that little bitch has reminded him of what happened.

  “I did my best to convince him that you are different, but he’s hardheaded in more ways than one.” He glanced at his torn knuckles ruefully.

  “I don’t know if I can do this, Luke.” His heart clenched as he saw the tears shining in her big blue eyes. “I let go of my pride, let go of everything this week. I did it for you and Brody. I thought everything was going to be fine, that giving away my heart wasn’t going to be as painful as I thought. It wasn’t then, Luke, but it sure as hell is when you realize someone you loved is living a lie.

  “He nearly had me convinced this was the real thing, but if he is going to let the actions of one woman stop him from having a second chance at love, I’m out of here. Leaving you is going to tear my heart in half, Luke, but I won’t make you chose between your brother and me.”

  “Who’s talking about leaving?” They turned as one when Brody’s voice came loud and clear from the door.

  * * * *

  “What’s it going to take to convince you that I want no other woman but you? That I’m not going to let one scrawny little tramp with the morals of an alley cat ruin what we’ve got?” Brody pinned Casey with his gaze.

  His body was still pumped from the fight with his brother and his shirt torn and stained with blood from where the inside of his mouth had split against his teeth. The deep ache let him know he’d have a sore jaw for more than a day or two. He knew he looked wild and probably more than a little unstable, but Brody was beyond caring. Everything that mattered to him was sitting right there on that couch. “Tell me what I’ve got to do.”

  The tears unshed in her eyes tore him apart. “I don’t know, Brody. I really don’t know. I was ready to love you, to believe it is more than sex, but all it took was one look at her and you were back to being the cold, unfeeling bastard who thinks women are just there to fuck and forget.”

  “Where the hell did you get that from?” He just couldn’t find the logic in that. “Luke had the right idea. He knew I was wallowing in self-pity, but it isn’t what you think. I was fucking mad, mad with myself that I’d let her affect me for so long. She turned me into a cold, unfeeling prick, Casey, but you woke me up again. I have never felt as alive as I do when I’m with you. It’s been that long that I’d forgotten what it’s like.

  “You’re everything to me. And you know what? I’ve just thought of the perfect way to convince you I’m completely serious.” He walked over and took her other hand, raising her from the couch until she stood eye to eye with him in those damn high heels.

  “Why did I stop, Casey? That first time I kissed you in your back shed, what stopped me from taking you there and then?”

  He stroked her hair back behind her ear as watched her think it over. He could see it all fall into place as she put two and two together. “You were scared of getting me pregnant.”

  “You bet your sweet ass I was. I have been terrified of that for ten fucking years. I swore I would never give another woman a chance to trap me. But I’ll play the odds against your birth control pills. I don’t give a damn if you
trap me, Casey. I can think of nothing better than being stuck with you for the rest of my life.”

  Blue eyes searched his, seeking the truth. He let her see every bit of the vulnerability he felt and the absolute conviction in his heart. He’d wasted enough of his life, the rest of it he wanted to share with his brother and the special woman who meant so much to both of them. He saw the faintest sign of her capitulation, barely more than a lessening of the strain around her eyes, but it was enough for him. He captured her lips, kissing her desperately as his hands cupped her face. This was his woman, his lover, his love.

  Her taste was sweet upon his lips, her moan of surrender sweeter still. The long, lean length of her body fell against him, hip to hip, chest to chest. Brody did what he’d been wanting to do all night and slid a hand behind her thigh and lifted the sleek length to his hip.

  The arch of his cock behind his fly lined up with uncanny precision against her mound and he knew he’d been right. She was the perfect height in those heels. He could slide right into her just like she was and fuck her until both of them collapsed. But Casey deserved so much more than a quick knee-trembler. He was going to make certain she knew how much she was loved, by both him and his brother.

  He drew away from her lips with reluctance. “What are you doing down there, Luke? Casey’s back is getting cold.” He knew his brother wouldn’t interrupt until he was asked, but Luke wasted no time in stepping up behind her, his lips going to her shoulder. His joy and relief was easy to see.

  “Just like the first night, sweetheart, but this time we all know just how good it’s gonna be.” Luke’s hands tugged the dress up her body.

  Brody leaned back just far enough to allow the creamy material to slip over her head and nearly passed out. She was wearing nothing but a smile and high heels beneath it.

  “Pick up your jaw, cowboy. It looks like you’re catchin’ flies.” She kissed gently along his jawline and then her head went back on a sigh. Brody watched indulgently as Luke mauled at her neck. Casey loved to be bitten as much as she loved to use her sharp teeth, but Brody couldn’t help but wince when Luke lifted his head. She was going to be pissed when she saw the size of that hickie. His brother just looked damn proud of his effort.

  “Dammit, Luke. I’ve got to go to work tomorrow.”

  “Turn your collar up.” Luke was unrepentant, but his mouth went lower to her shoulder and Casey crooned her approval.

  Brody watched her enjoy his brother’s mouth, rocking his hip gently against her mons. He was worried about the denim and zipper hurting her, but the way she pushed back against him convinced him otherwise. Her hands tugged the tails of his shirt from his pants and he knew what she was going to do even before he caught the little smile on her lips. As the buttons pinged around the room he made a mental note to himself to stock up on needles and thread. Buttons had a short life expectancy around her.

  She peeled it from his shoulders with hands that were drunk on Luke’s kisses, and when her soft palms pressed to his chest Brody knew he had to get them to her bedroom sooner rather than later. It was about the only room in the house that had stood up to their loving so far. He took her hands and placed them around his neck before he bent his knees and collected her other leg. He lifted her with her wrapped all around him. Luke took the drift and led the way down the hall.

  The soft glow of the bedside lamps illuminated the stretch of burgundy sheet Luke had slid the covers back to reveal. Brody lowered Casey to the heavy, crisp cotton, following her down and kissing her deeply once again before he lifted from her. He ran his hands the full length of her legs as he rose and slid the pumps from her feet. He massaged their length and watched her scrunch her toes to stretch them after the confines of the shoe. He had no idea how women wore them.

  Luke crawled onto the bed, kissing her thoroughly before making his way to the pink-tipped breasts heaving with every one of her hastened breaths. Casey’s long arm reached out for a pillow and she tucked it under her head with one hand while the other twined in Luke’s curls. Her eyes were slits of deepest blue behind smoky lashes as she watched Luke’s mouth work its carnal magic. He loved that she watched them. She was brazen and bold and everything he’d never thought he’d want in a woman. Now he couldn’t imagine having anything else.

  He bent his head and nipped at the inside of her knee and her eyes lifted and focused on him. A small smile of pure anticipation graced her lips and her breathing lifted as he nibbled ever closer toward her fragrant core. His eyes closed when the first taste of her hit his senses, like a wild August storm on the horizon and twice as wet. A single cry fell from her lips as he licked delicately between the lips of her pussy to stroke her clit. It was like a hard little pea beneath his tongue, but he knew the engorged tissue wasn’t anywhere near as swollen as it could get. He kept his caresses light, teasing with his breath as much as with the little laps he bestowed until she pushed into him, demanding more.

  “What’s the matter, baby?” He flickered his tongue over her again, tracing her protective hood.

  “You’re such a tease. Suck it before I send Luke down there to show you how it’s done.”

  “Hmm, that’s not such a bad idea. Reckon we show her how it’s really done, Luke?” While they’d done pretty much everything else in some variation, they hadn’t both gone down on her at once.

  “Hell yeah. I’m not going to pass up that offer.”

  Casey let out a squeak as he pushed her further up the bed and flipped her over, but a moan swiftly followed when his tongue found her. He pushed his head between her thighs and shouldered her knees apart until she was sitting atop his face. A man could happily drown in her spicy nectar, Brody decided as he plunged his tongue deep inside her. The agile muscles of her cunt gripped at his tongue with alacrity, striving to hold him prisoner. But he had no intentions of going anywhere any time soon. He curled his tongue and flicked it against her spongy front wall and breathing became a luxury as she demanded more of his touch. He sucked in gasps of air when he could and bestowed every bit of pleasure she demanded.

  All the air exploded from her lungs, and he knew without a doubt that Luke was treating her rosy pucker to the same treatment. Casey still had trouble accepting their lack of boundaries, but that wasn’t to say she didn’t enjoy the more iniquitous pleasures they offered.

  “God, sweetheart, I wish I was built different. I’d love to fuck this ass of yours.” Luke’s husky whisper was punctuated with Casey’s hungry moans.

  “I wish you would. I keep telling you, you won’t hurt me.” The breathy timbre of her voice spurred Brody on. If she could talk coherently he wasn’t doing it right. He wanted to feel her climax rain down upon him.

  He licked up the wet satin valley from her clenching cunt to her red, swollen clit. He gave it two slow licks and then pursed his lips around it and suckled. Her cry turned into a heartfelt “oh, fuck!” and died into a guttural moan.

  Ruthlessly he sucked, faster and faster, listening to her cries rising in pitch and volume until she shattered, spilling her nectar down upon him. He kept licking and laving until she pulled away, spent.

  “You okay, honey?” He knew she was. He just loved hearing her try and talk when she’d just come.

  “Mmmph.” It must have been a big one if that was all she could manage.

  Brody used her distraction to slip out of his remaining clothes. She rolled over just as his jeans hit the floor and her eyes locked on to his cock standing tall and proud. Her tongue swept her lips and he groaned in defeat. He was as good as lost. She rose to her knees and Brody braced himself but she surprised the hell out of him. She went for the far bedside table where they kept her toys and rubbers and things.

  She came out with a bottle of lube and tossed it to an unaware Luke. “At least you caught it this time.” Casey crawled toward Brody and all he could do was watch her come closer with his cock weeping in anticipation. Her hand wrapped around him, spreading fire where ever she touched and she looked over her
shoulder at Luke, wiggling her ass provocatively. “Do you need me to draw you a road map?”

  Brody had to feel sorry for his brother as he looked from her ass to the bottle in his hand worriedly. “Luke, Casey wouldn’t be asking you if she didn’t think it was fine. I can lend you my map if you like.”

  His lips kicked up in a smile, “I think I can work it out.”

  Any reply Brody might have had was stolen by a lash of Casey’s wicked tongue. He fisted a handful of her carefully straightened hair and delighted in messing it, scrunching it in his hand as he held her as nice and tight as she liked. Her mouth was teasing, decadent, and demanding by turns, and when coupled with the erotic sight of Luke preparing her ass, certain to send him over the edge before he wanted to go. It took it as a small consolation that if he did disgrace himself again, at least he had his pants off this time.

  He knew he had to break the rhythm Casey was using to hurtle him toward orgasm when Luke started really stretching her. He made her stop and start, knowing she loved when he took control, while his eyes were glued on the three fingers his brother was turning in her pink rimmed star. The moans caressing his shaft sent waves of pleasure ghosting up his spine and encouraged Luke, but he looked like a man about to undertake some huge responsibility instead of an intimately erotic pleasure.

  “Relax, man. She doesn’t get any more ready than that.”

  Luke slipped his fingers from her body, but he still hesitated with his slicked dick pressed to her loosened hole. Brody pulled her away from his cock. A loud, wet pop rang out as it slipped from her mouth. “Tell him you want this, baby. You’re not going to get it otherwise.”

  “For God’s sake, Luke!” Her hand reached beneath her and appeared around his brother’s shaft. Two sets of male eyes watched in wonder as she fed the pulsating flesh into her own ass. She swayed and rocked, mesmerizing both of them, until the globes of her rear kissed Luke’s belly. “Oh, that feels incredible!” She writhed sensuously, tilting her hips as they swayed.