Special Cowboy Menage Collection

by Morgan Ashbury

  “His mom was our fourth grade teacher. His dad’s worked construction for years. Takes pride in his work. The Hamiltons are good people.”

  “It’s always been my opinion that there are more good people in the world than the cynics would have us believe.”

  “That’s pretty much been our opinion, too,” James said.

  He ran his hand down her back again. Jonathan put a hand on her left shoulder and squeezed gently.

  “Why don’t you go have a nice hot bath? Dinner won’t be read for a few hours. One of us will be up in a bit to…wash your back,” James said.

  “Only one of you?” A part of her wanted to stand back and shake her head. She never knew she could pout quite so well.

  “It’s time for a little one on one attention, don’t you think?” Jonathan asked.

  “Remember,” James added, dead pan, “variety is the spice of life.”

  Tabitha laughed. “Yeah, like my life isn’t nice and spicy right now, just as it is.” Then she felt her smile sober. “I’m still having trouble wrapping my head around us.” She looked at each man in turn and was offered twin expressions of understanding.

  “Around the reality of having two lovers at the same time? It’s enough to confuse any woman, I’m sure,” James said. “That’s why we both think we need one-on-one time.”

  “No,” she replied as she headed toward the stairs and a soak in that big, deep Jacuzzi. It was probably a mistake on her part to admit anything more. She’d always been accused of wearing her heart on her sleeve. Maybe she’d scare them off with the words she was going to give them. But she believed in being honest, and she didn’t want these men to think even for one moment that she was letting her pussy do her thinking for her.

  “What I’m having trouble wrapping my head around is that I have discovered that I could very easily fall in love with both of you.”

  Twin looks of shock, twin smiles of dawning joy were her reward for her candor. Then she headed for her room, and that soak.

  Chapter Nine

  “That was one hell of an exit line.”

  Tabitha lay looking sweet and serene, her eyes closed, as the Jacuzzi jets swirled frothy water over her body. He watched as her eyes opened, as she focused on him and smiled.

  He’d come into the bedroom, heard the jets from the adjoining bath and stripped. He’d set a couple of thin packets down by the edge of the tub. Now he stood naked, watching her.

  “James. Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to join me?”

  “Do you know,” he confessed as he stepped into the tub, “the fact that you can tell us apart—something that baffles the hell out of us both, by the way—turns me on enormously. Jonathan, too.”

  Tabitha frowned, and he thought the look adorable. Rather than impale her immediately as a part of him longed to do, he lounged against the edge of the tub directly across from her. Opening his legs, he reached down and picked up her left foot, lifted it and brought it between his knees.

  “It ticks me off that no one can tell you apart. I mean, yeah, you look a lot alike, but you’re not identical. I could see the differences between you the day we met, and I’m not a particularly observant person.” She sounded aggrieved on his behalf—and Jonathan’s—and that just made his heart melt a little bit more.

  “Actually, love, we are. Identical twins, not fraternal.”

  “Oh.”

  He’d begun massaging the bottom of her foot and he could see the effect he was having on her. Her eyes glazed, and he knew she’d lost the edge of the conversation. In the next moment she gave a long, lustful groan as she tipped her head back, closed her eyes and slid a little bit deeper into the water.

  “That feels wonderful.”

  “Glad to hear it. So, by the way, do you.”

  “So do I do what?” Her eyes were still closed, her tone distracted.

  “Feel wonderful. Physically, when I have my cock buried deep inside you. Emotionally when I watch my brother fucking you and see the way you wrap around him and the pleasure you get and the look of heaven on his face.”

  “The two of you are turning me into a hedonist, a voluptuary when I believed I was right next door to frigid. I’ve never experienced such good orgasms in my entire life. I never believed I could.”

  “Darlin’, you’re as far from frigid as it’s possible to get. Trust me. I know. Personally, I am more pleased than I can say that you get hot for me and for Jonathan in equal measure. You respond to us instantly and completely in a way I had longed for, but never really believed would ever happen.”

  He worked his hands up her calf, smoothing and kneading the tension from her body. They hadn’t gone that far today, but it had been far enough for someone not yet used to riding.

  Hell, she’d been ridden hard since the night before when he stopped and thought about it.

  “If you stop, I may have to murder you.”

  Laughter rumbled from his chest and it felt good. “Oh, I’m not going to stop, darlin’. But I will change legs.”

  “Mmm. Another time when Jonathan joins us maybe I can get both legs done simultaneously.”

  “You can count on that.”

  He made good on his promise, set her left leg back under the water and reached for her right. Her skin was soft and silky, the muscle well toned. Touching her—even so nearly innocent a touch as this, made his cock harden. She sighed again, and opened her eyes into little slits, just enough that she could see him.

  She raised her right foot and gently stroked his erection. “I love the feel of your cock. It’s so hot and hard, yet when I stroke it I feel the delicate texture of the skin. And I want to taste it, to feel it in my mouth, caress it with my tongue as I suck on it.”

  Her words inflamed him. “You certainly give as good as you get, darlin’. Verbally as well as physically.”

  “Which is a surprise to me. I was married.” She looked at him and he could see the vulnerability she tried to hide. “It turned out to be a mistake. But for a while, I tried. He never made me feel half as good as you and Jonathan make me feel.”

  “Roll over and get on your knees, darlin’. I’m about to make you feel a whole hell of a lot better than good.”

  He loved that siren’s smile of hers. Enjoying the view, he relaxed and watched as her luscious body rose from the foam. A water nymph, just waiting to play. It was a fanciful thought for a man who considered himself grounded in the realities of the twenty-first century. Then she was on her knees. When she looked back, tossing him that saucy come-fuck-me look over her shoulder, he nearly just dove forward and into her.

  But he really wanted to play, first. He reached down to the floor for one of the foil packets he’d tossed there. Rising from the water he donned the latex quickly.

  He scooped up the bar of soap, a flowery bit of compact silk that spread lather on his hands as he rubbed them together. Then his hands were on her skin and the sensation aroused them both. Sliding, he worked his way from the small of her back to her shoulders. One knee was braced on the bench between hers, and his cock stroked up and down the crack of her ass as he massaged the lather in.

  “Oh, God, that feels good.”

  “You want more?”

  “Please.”

  He reached around, his hands cupping, fondling, squeezing her breasts. He knew he’d aroused her, for she was moving her ass against his cock. Her nipples had turned into rigid buttons. He pinched them between thumbs and forefingers, pulling slightly.

  “Have you ever taken a man’s cock in your ass, honey?” The way she kept using that beautiful bottom of hers to stroke him had him nearing the point of no return. If it turned out to be something she was used to, he’d accommodate her here and now.

  “Never. I never wanted to until the two of you. Will you fuck my ass?”

  “You tempt me. But I won’t hurt you like that, won’t take you without first stretching you a little.”

  “You’ve turned me into a complete nymphomaniac
. All I want is your hands and your mouths and your cocks. On me and in me. Over and over again.”

  “Darlin’, we haven’t turned you into anything, we’ve just brought out your hidden talents. And maybe some of ours, too. Do you recall our conversation earlier? When we had you tied up?” He leaned forward then, moving his cock so that he no longer teased her anus, but rubbed against her labia as he whispered in her ear. “I loved having you bound. I want to tie you to the bed, arms and legs, blind-fold you and pleasure you till you scream. You, my lovely Tabby-cat, seem to have brought out the latent Dom in me.”

  “Not latent,” she hissed. He moved, wouldn’t allow her to capture his cock with her pussy lips. She very nearly caught him. God, she was clever. “Nothing latent about the Dom in you. I saw it the first time I laid eyes on you. It’s like a mantle of power…God, James! Please!”

  He’d moved his lather covered hand down and found her clit. He tortured them both by stroking not only her slit, but his cock as it stretched between the folds of her pussy. All he had to do was change the angle slightly and he’d be deep inside her. It was hell to deny himself, to deny them both. But he had a mind to try something new.

  “We talked about spanking you. Do you remember?”

  “Please…oh, James, please I need—”

  He loved that he could reduce her to begging, and that she could in turn do the same to him. There was a freedom in that, in knowing there was safety in the needing, in the wanting.

  “I know what you need, Tabitha.” He continued to rub them both with one hand and waited until she whimpered once more, until she moved her hips backward trying to capture his cock.

  He brought his open hand down on her naked ass.

  * * * *

  The sting shocked, her scream sharp and involuntary. James kept massaging her pussy, his hot cock pressing against her slit and rubbing her clit as the heat of the smack radiated out over her entire ass.

  It hurt good. All she could think was more.

  “Oh God.”

  “Again? Yes, or no?”

  Damn him for making her take responsibility for this, for showing her that she was raw and basic when she’d always believed herself refined. Her body craved, demanded, controlled. Gripping the edge of the tub she pressed herself more closely to the man-flesh that tormented her clit and tilted her ass toward him, telling him with actions instead of words that he could do whatever he wanted to her.

  “Such a pretty invitation. Such a lovely ass just begging to be spanked. But I need the words, Tabby-cat. Tell me. Tell me now.”

  Tabitha thought she would explode into a million tiny fragments if she didn’t get what she wanted, and cursed him again for making her own her actions, even as she respected—loved him for it.

  “Yes, damn you, yes. Again. Please. Oh, God, James, I need—”

  This slap was as hard, as sharp as the first, the sting potent, nearly cutting, as it edged her arousal beyond the known.

  “Just one more.” His voice sounded forced. The press of his cock against her folds intensified, as his rod became even more rigid, as the heat of it singed her.

  His hand came down a third time, and Tabitha screamed, “Fuck me!” as her orgasm shot from her clit to her toes.

  James swore, moved his hips and plunged into her. Tabitha pushed back against him, countering each of his pounding thrusts with demands of her own, her hips slamming back against his as the orgasm bucked through her.

  She felt James’s arm wrap around her from behind, felt him lean onto her. His groan as he began to ejaculate vibrated through her back, making her nipples tingle. The sensation of his cock pulsating within her pushed her over the edge once more. Rapture curled and writhed as pleasure tested the boundaries of sanity until Tabitha could only cling to the tub and gasp for air.

  “Oh God, oh God,” she heard the whimper and didn’t care how she sounded. Surely she was destroyed, her body torn apart from the thunderbolts of ecstasy that had slammed into her. Her heart hammered in her chest as fast and hard as James’s pounded against her back. She struggled to draw in lungful after lungful of breath.

  Tabitha felt his lips kiss her shoulder. He withdrew his cock from her gently. She couldn’t move. She heard a sound that told her he’d removed the condom. And then he was sitting down beside her, prying her fingers off the edge of the tub and turning her around, settling her into his embrace, cradling her in his arms.

  “Shh. I have you, darlin’. It’s all right, I have you.”

  Only when he wrapped her in his arms did she realize she was shivering and sobbing.

  “Are you cold, baby? Did I hurt you?”

  “N..no. Too much pleasure.”

  “You mean I fucked you into a shivering, quivering mass?”

  She laughed, the whispered question holding a hint of wistfulness. But his actions, the stroking of his hands on her arms and back were infinitely tender.

  “Something like that.” The shivering had calmed. Exhaustion replaced the frenzied aftershocks. Unable to hold back the urge, she yawned.

  James kissed the top of her head. Then he stroked a finger under her chin, lifting her face for his kiss. His lips, hot, moist, caressed and teased her own. The kiss was questing, tasting, maybe even a bit reverent.

  God, Tabitha, you’re getting maudlin. But she gave him all she could, her tongue loving the taste of him, the feel him. This was pleasure of another sort, and she drank of it freely.

  He weaned his lips from hers. “Wait right here.”

  “Where would I go? Besides, I couldn’t move if I had to.”

  “Well you won’t have to. At least, not much.”

  She closed her eyes for what she was certain was only a moment. The sound of him calling her name roused her, but just barely.

  “Come here, Tabby-cat.”

  She felt as if her head was stuffed with cotton, as if the sounds around her were muted by a giant filter. Opening her eyes, she saw the towel waiting for her. She only just managed to lift herself out of the water. But that was all she needed to do. He wrapped her in the heated terry. Bliss. She didn’t even mind his chuckle when she curled into the heat, and into him. She tried to co-operate as he dried her, but function was a faculty she was quickly losing the capacity to perform.

  When he lifted her, carried her, she gave herself permission to go boneless in his arms. She gasped a moment later when he laid her on the bed.

  “Sorry, darlin’. You’ll heat the sheets in no time.”

  “No energy.”

  His laughter teased her sense of humor, and she felt herself smile.

  “No, I know. Your hot little body will heat the sheets all by itself. You need to sleep now, baby. You’re exhausted. It’s only five. How about a late dinner, maybe around ten? Something light like soup and sandwiches. How does that sound?”

  “Ambrosia.”

  She lay on her stomach. Something chilly touched her back, and she felt James’s hands on her, smoothing, massaging. Unlike in the tub, this touch soothed rather than aroused. The scent of peaches identified the lotion he was using as her very own.

  “Sleep, baby.”

  That sounded like a good idea. She nearly told him so, but drifted off before she could.

  Chapter Ten

  His anger built slowly throughout the rest of the day.

  Derek knew that no one was aware of his mood, no one could see the storm that raged within him. He’d gotten very good at hiding that part of himself from everyone.

  People he’d known all his life, even his own parents, thought he was an easy-going, happy-go-lucky stooge. Assholes.

  The sun sank toward the western horizon and he seethed. How like those bastard Kellers to fuck him up just when he’d found a way to get ahead! How many years had they ignored those horses roaming these parts? Always, that’s how long. Why now? Bastards, they always had something going on, some scheme to keep getting richer and richer. They were likely cheats, just like their great grandpa. That sort of thing
came down in the blood. He snorted. How like them to scheme and manipulate anyone they thought they could to come out looking pristine.

  He’d caught the way one of them had touched that BLM agent—Tabitha. Did she know they were only using her? That they would use her and then when they didn’t need her any more, just toss her aside? Ignore her?

  Thoughts of Tabitha Lambert distracted his anger. She was a pretty little thing with a nice smile. Her eyes had sparkled when she’d looked up at him. The sunlight had played off her golden hair. She’d looked like a princess.

  Derek didn’t think she’d looked at either one of those Kellers quite the same way as she’d looked at him. She’d been polite to them, of course. And had praised their generosity. Likely, working for the government and having been sent out by her boss, she’d have been under orders to suck up. He’d gotten similar orders himself in the past. Sucking up always left a rotten taste in his mouth.

  Derek would bet Tabitha Lambert felt the same way. In fact, he’d be willing to bet that he and Tabitha Lambert had a great deal in common, could connect on several different levels.

  He paced the small kitchen in his apartment, his gaze drawn to the world outside the window—to the hills and rolling fields and mountains in the distance. His folks owned a squat piece of that land, and to listen to them talk, you’d think it was a fucking estate.

  He wanted better, and he wanted more. Hell, he deserved better and more, didn’t he?

  Those thoughts carried him through into the parlor where his computer sat, waiting. He checked his e-mail, smiling when he saw the reply he’d been hoping for.

  His contact had returned the picture he’d given him, not with one horse circled, but two! He was promised a bonus if he could deliver within the next two weeks.

  He could do it. He knew of a place where he could pen one horse while he caught the other. And he knew something else he could do, too.