Special Cowboy Menage Collection

by Morgan Ashbury

  Had she dressed this morning with them in mind? Not consciously. But after the inferno they’d inspired in her the day before, she wondered now if maybe she hadn’t had a premonition that this moment would be in her future.

  “Lie down on the bed, darlin’, crossways. We’re going to feast on you now.”

  Tabitha aimed for a controlled, graceful descent. But her eagerness over-rode her ego. She didn’t care at that moment if these two studs thought she was a shameless hussy hungry for their hands, their mouths and their cocks. She was, come to that, and it felt wonderful. Sprawled on the bed, she spread her legs, sensing they wanted to be the ones to take the thong and stockings off her, and praying they’d be quick about it.

  They were quick, but in stripping the clothes from their own bodies. They were also shedding their civilization at the same time, she sensed, and with a speed she could only describe as meteoric.

  Two erect cocks sprang free of confinement, and Tabitha knew she was about to experience heaven.

  James knelt on the bed to her right. Because he was the first to get closer, her gaze focused on him, on the sheer beauty of his body. His chest and arms exuded strength and virility, the dark hair that dusted his pecs and trailed down his abdomen to nestle his sex gleaming even in the low light. His cock stood erect and bounced with his movements and his response to being the subject of her adoring scrutiny.

  “No second thoughts?” he asked as he moved closer, as he grasped his penis in a way that said he would feed it to her if she wanted it.

  “None. James, please.”

  But he didn’t do the expected, didn’t deliver that hard part of himself for her oral pleasure. Instead, he stretched out beside her. Jonathan came down on her left, but her attention was captured by James. Stroking his hand through her hair, he turned her head so that she faced him and then settled his mouth on hers.

  Subtly different, this kiss epitomized carnal pleasure. Slow, deep, his tongue explored, tasted, dominated, and she felt seduced. Hot, delicious and wet, his mouth fed her the potion of arousal, taking her higher, farther, than she’d ever been before. When he eased, when he weaned his lips from her, another hand gently guided her head to the left, and Jonathan was there to woo and entice.

  Tabitha lost herself in the sheer pleasure, in the mind-numbing eroticism of their mouths on hers. Only kisses she thought when words would form in her sex-drugged brain. Only kisses and she was already on the verge of a climax. They kept taking turns, taking her higher.

  Just when she thought she was going to come apart at the seams, they laid hands on her. Breasts and arms, belly and thighs, masculine hands stroked and petted, pinched and cupped. Unable to control herself, she writhed under their ministrations. Deep masculine chuckles teased but she didn’t care. She would have rushed them, rushed this, but they had set the pace and thank God for it. They lavished her with attention, and taught her without words that she could take more than she believed she could, that she could soar higher than she’d thought possible. Her skin shivered, her nipples puckered, and the dampness from her sex nearly became a rain.

  “Now, darlin’,” James cooed as he plunged two fingers deep into her pussy.

  “Oh, God!” Tabitha screamed as the orgasm exploded over her, bowed her off the bed, as the electric jolts cascaded from her clit to her fingers and toes. Wave upon wave of bliss consumed her, ravaged her.

  Her lips had abandoned Jonathan’s when she’d begun to come, but he had continued using his mouth on her, licking his way from her neck to her breast. Now he sucked her nipple into his mouth, using his teeth to nip and his tongue to soothe, and her orgasm only settled down a little. And then it began to build again.

  “Your pussy squeezed my fingers so hard, Tabby-cat. Will you squeeze my cock the same way?”

  “Oh God, I…I can’t,” she felt the arousal climb, knew she was going to come again. She honestly didn’t think she had anything left, that she could bear another dose of such extreme pleasure. Shivering, shaking, she reached for the climax even as she wondered if she would survive another. Sound and movement penetrated dimly, the tear of plastic, jostling motion and the sound of a slick slide.

  Jonathan released her nipple and eased away just as James came down over her, settling between her legs.

  “Yes you can. Let me come inside you, Tabitha. Take my cock into your hot little pussy.”

  Had she believed she couldn’t take any more? The moment she felt his latex-covered cock against her wet, sensitive folds, she burned to have him deep, deep inside her.

  “Yes. Yes. Fuck me, James. Now, fuck me now!”

  “Tabitha.”

  She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he pushed into her. His cock felt bigger than what she’d been used to and she reveled in the sensation of being filled completely.

  “God, woman, you feel so damn good around me. So hot.”

  He had sunk into her completely and for a long moment seemed content to just stay put. Tabitha surged her hips, so close to another orgasm she thought she might die if he didn’t move.

  “More. Damn it, James, fuck me!”

  “Soft and slow? Or hard and fast? How do you want me to fuck you, darlin’?”

  “Hard. Fast. Deep. Yes. Yes.” Reality became only this moment, only this man filling her, fucking her, so that the all she wanted in the whole world was to come and come and come. He gave her what she’d demanded, hard and fast and deep. The bed shook with the force of his thrusts. When he pushed his chest away from her, her arms slid to the surface of the bed. When he lifted her legs and spread them wider, when he placed one foot on the floor to brace himself so he could change his angle, she felt him hit deeper and harder.

  A stroke on her hair had her turning her head. There, Jonathan knelt, his cock just inches from her mouth. Hungry, she opened wide, and when he slid his hand under her head and lifted her just that little bit, she closed her lips around his penis, eagerly sucking him in.

  Jonathan’s taste proved instantly addictive, and Tabitha marveled she’d lived all these years without him. James stretched her vaginal passage with the pounding of his cock, and she wondered that she could ever have believed herself incapable of giving and taking such pure pleasure.

  “Oh sweetheart, you have a fabulous mouth.” Jonathan’s impassioned words fluttered her belly, and watching the pleasure take him filled her with pride. She swirled her tongue along his length then began a steady, rhythmic suction that tore a cry of surprised wonder from his throat.

  “I’m close, baby. Will you come for us? I want to feel your pussy squeeze my cock when you come.”

  Tabitha had no control as her two lovers gave and took with equal abandon. She couldn’t seize her rapture, she could only surrender completely, could only receive and give at the pace these two hot studs set.

  Jonathan grunted, wrapped a hand in her hair and inhaled a deep breath through his teeth. She felt the quiver, the tell-tale twitch. Reaching her hand up, she cupped his balls and squeezed gently.

  James licked two fingers and then laid them on her clit and rubbed fast and light.

  She came hard, soaring instantly to the height of passion, her pussy convulsing, James’s shout announcing his orgasm at the same time as her mouth milked Jonathan of his seed.

  On and on the pleasure pulsed, the waves of rapture crashing over and through her until Tabitha felt completely spent.

  “My God.” Jonathan’s fervent benediction was followed by his collapse on the bed beside her. James’s body lost the battle with gravity and for a few short moments he sprawled on top of her, giving her all his weight.

  Tabitha liked the feel of his body pressing her into the mattress every bit as much as she like the feel of Jonathan resting close beside her.

  The late afternoon silence was broken only by the sound of harsh breathing as three pairs of lungs struggled for air.

  “I’m dead. I have to be dead.” Tabitha didn’t know how she was even able to string two words together.
She had never felt so drained—nor so energized—in her life. Problem was the energy part was all mental. The drained part was physical.

  “Nope,” Jonathan said from beside her. She opened her eyes when she felt his hand on her neck. “You’ve got a pulse. Not dead.”

  “Well good, then.” She thought perhaps she really wasn’t dead when she found she could use her left hand to stroke Jonathan’s body and her right to pet James’s back.

  “Squishing you,” James mumbled against her neck.

  “Maybe a little.”

  He grunted, and she understood what he meant to do. She moved her arm so he could roll off her to the bed. Then he inched in close on her right side. In a few moments she would open her eyes and begin to deal with the reality of her…new reality. But for the moment it felt too nice just lying here between the brothers Keller, the awesome buzz of afterglow settling on her.

  Perspiration coated her, bringing a chill to her skin. She shivered. She sighed. She said, “I could throw something together for dinner.”

  “We’ll order in,” Jonathan said. “Pizza.”

  “We have a much better use of your energy in mind than cooking,” James explained.

  “Oh, I don’t know. I’d say I was using my energy pretty damn well cooking a few minutes ago.”

  “Agreed. But we’re not done with you yet.” Jonathan’s words settled over her, a comforting blanket cocooning her in warmth and humor.

  “In fact,” James added, “I would say we’ve just barely gotten started.”

  Tabitha closed her eyes. She felt her mouth stretching into a wide smile. They’d just barely gotten started with her and they were spending the night.

  She made a mental note to lay in a supply of vitamins and energy drinks.

  * * * *

  Ed Lambert checked his reflection in the glass door, ensuring what he already knew. He’d never looked better in his life.

  The suit was brand new. Even though it was hot today in this God forsaken place—who the hell in their right mind moved from Washington D.C. to Carson City, Nevada?—he’d worn the suit because he knew Tabitha was a sucker for the executive look.

  He had it all figured out. The hotel he was staying at in Reno had a five star restaurant. A little wining, a little dining, and he’d have her back in no time.

  He’d smooth those ruffled feathers of hers, tell her that Marcy had been a terrible mistake. He’d been practicing his ‘sincerely remorseful’ look in the mirror, and it was good. Damn good.

  Tabitha would believe him, of course. He supposed the break-up of his marriage had been his fault, in a way. He’d been stupid to give in to temptation and bring Marcy home, to screw her.

  That was a mistake he’d never, ever make again. Next time, he’d rent a room.

  Once everything was back to normal, and he and Tabitha were married again, he was going to go to work on getting her to tap into that trust fund. He had a good mind to give her shit for not telling him about it in the first place. But he wouldn’t, of course. At least not until he’d relieved her of a fair sized chunk of it.

  He’d felt like a fool when his lawyer had told him about it, and the fact that it had been protected from the divorce proceedings by his own pre-nup. If he had known about that money…

  Ed stopped, closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He was going to be facing his ex-wife in a few minutes, so it would be best if he calmed himself.

  He also needed to remind himself that in some ways, his current situation really was his own fault. He knew how to handle women—tell them they’re pretty, flatter them for every little thing, buy them flowers and baubles on a regular basis. His mistake had been in not treating Tabitha the way he treated the rest of his women.

  He needed to get her back. Divorcing her had caused her father to pull strings, and he’d lost his job with the Department of Justice.

  Being fired put a blight on his career that was going to really stand in his way when he ran for Senator. Having a divorce in your background just made you colorful. Getting fired was something else entirely.

  Even that he could overcome if he could find another job. But it had been nearly three months, and his great-uncle Hubert had told him the tap of his trust fund was going to be turned off if he didn’t get working again soon.

  Ed pushed away all the unpleasant thoughts. It was Wednesday afternoon, about ten minutes to quitting time. He’d timed this ‘reunion’ perfectly so that he could sweep Tabitha off her feet and out the door. Wine her, dine her, lay her—and his future would be assured.

  Pasting his best smile in place, keeping the image of himself in the role of adored and adoring husband planted front and center in his mind, he opened the door to the office building and took the first steps toward his future.

  Chapter Six

  “It was kind of you to let James drive your car out to the place.”

  “I could see that he really wanted to. Why wouldn’t I share?”

  Jonathan took his eyes off the road for a moment and shot her a look to see if she realized what she’d just said. The slight color flooding her cheeks told him her words had likely been a Freudian slip.

  He gave her a wide smile, then stroked his hand down her leg. He couldn’t not touch her. Never in his entire life had he ever spent a night like the one just passed. None of them had gotten much sleep. Maybe they’d all go have a midday nap once they settled Tabitha in. In the mean time, he decided he could answer her question honestly.

  “You say that as if it would never occur to you not to share. But in our experience—James’s and mine—it has been just the opposite. Most women we’ve met and dated haven’t wanted us to share much time with each other.”

  “I don’t understand that. Why wouldn’t they? I could see the bond between the two of your first off. It’s very clear to me that you two are more than brothers. You’re best friends.”

  “I don’t have an answer, Tabby. It frustrated the hell out of both of us. Any woman who wanted a future with either of us would have to recognize, right from the get go, that we’re more than brothers, we’re twins, and we’re always going to be a big part of each other’s lives. And yet any time one of us or both of us became involved with a woman, it seemed the first item on her agenda was to drive a wedge between us.”

  “Then none of those women cared enough about either of you to simply open their eyes and look.”

  Jonathan relaxed. He’d known Tabitha would get it. He couldn’t say where that knowledge had come from. Just nice, he thought, to have what he’d known confirmed in words.

  They cleared the city, and James passed them at the first opportunity. He seemed to be relishing the power of the machine under his hands, for he kept increasing the distance between them.

  “He loves speed and the feel of powerful horsepower under his command.” Jonathan heard the smile in his voice. He loved his brother above everyone else in the world, and he didn’t care who knew it. And he knew he could express that sentiment to Tabitha, and she wouldn’t be threatened by it.

  “You not so much?” Tabitha asked.

  “I do, just my definition of both speed and horse power are slightly different. Which begs the question, do you know how to ride a horse?”

  “I do. My father insisted I take riding lessons—his family came from Virginia horse country. So before you tease, I can ride western as well as English.”

  “Did you grow up in Virginia, then?” Jonathan knew he wasn’t known as a great conversationalist, but he seemed to be able to talk with Tabitha, no problem at all.

  “No, upstate New York. Then we moved to Washington when Dad joined the diplomatic corps. I spent a couple of years in London when he was assigned to the Embassy there—that was when I was twelve.”

  “Is he still with the State Department?”

  “He is. Actually, the recent change in command made him enormously happy. He very nearly quit, but kept insisting that people of sound mind were needed if for no other reason than to counter
the lunacy at the top.”

  “He sounds like a smart man.” Jonathan recalled then what she’d said about the Porsche being a gift from her father. “He didn’t care for your husband?”

  “No, Dad never liked Ed. I guess he could see right off the bat what I eventually discovered, because after that first year, I didn’t like him much, either.”

  “Why did you marry him, then?”

  Tabitha looked out the window for a moment before turning to face him. “I got blindsided. He presented a pretty good package. He knew just how to treat a woman to make her feel special. I had stars in my eyes, and suffered a weak moment. So I married him. But as time wore on, I began to see that it was all superficial with him. He thought he was better, smarter, more entitled to everything than I was. He wanted me to dress pretty and as I held onto his arm smile adoringly up at him. And then he cheated—with someone I believed to be a friend. Even then we probably might have saved our marriage—I do believe in second chances—if he hadn’t let slip in the heat of the moment that he really had no respect for me at all. I was just a tool to him. Seems he got it in his head that when my daddy passes on, I’m going to be an heiress, rolling in money. He wanted to get his hands on that money, and that is why he married me. Well, that, and he had it in his head he could control me.”

  Jonathan couldn’t keep the smile off his face. Her sense of outrage and anger had become more apparent the further into her explanation she got.

  “Sounds like a stupid bastard to me. By the way, are you? Going to be an heiress rolling in money?”

  Something in the way she smiled settled in a happy place inside him. When she looked at him just like that, he felt good inside and ten feet tall.

  “Well, actually, I already am. I was the only grandchild for both my maternal and paternal grandfathers, so—”

  She let the sentence drop, her hands spread wide. It sounded to him as if that miserable excuse of an ex-husband hadn’t seen Tabitha any clearer than he and his brother had been seen by the women they’d dated.