Special Cowboy Menage Collection

by Morgan Ashbury

  Her other lover was on his knees before her wielding a razor. If she laughed, she really would be sorry. But boy, did she ever love being teased by, and teasing these two.

  “Ready, darlin’?” Jonathan asked.

  “Ready. Though I’m going to need fur lined panties for the winter months now.”

  Jonathan looked up at her and his expression was so heated she thought she’d melt. “When you’re cold, you can just wear us.”

  How could he always inflame her with just words? “That would be an interesting look for meetings.”

  His grin flashed, a devil’s grin. Then she felt the first glide of cold steel against her flesh. Her shiver was pure reflex.

  “Careful, darlin’,” Jonathan whispered. His hot breath caressed the skin newly revealed. Arousal, never completely gone, began to eddy and flow through her, the smoke of embers glowing and getting hotter.

  He was slow in his movements, the caress of his tool gentle but thorough. They’d only had the water on long enough to get them all wet, and now as the air swirled around her, her flesh puckered with a slight chill.

  The furnace-like heat of James behind her kept her back warm. His cock was hard and pressed against her ass, reminding her of some of the things he’d said and done the night before.

  “You have such a pretty pussy, Tabby-cat. And now I can see all of it.” Jonathan set the razor aside, then turned the shower on to a gentle spray. Using his hands he cupped water then released it against her belly so that it flowed over her mons, sluicing the rest of the foam away.

  His rapt attention, more than the heated water, began to warm her blood.

  “When I stroke you just a little like this,” he suited actions to words, running the back of his fingers over her labia, back and forth. “When I do this, your luscious lips pout and your clit awakens. It sticks up it’s cute little head like it’s trying to catch my eye. I think they both want my undivided attention.”

  He set his mouth on her and Tabitha cried out, the spike in arousal so sharp her hips rolled in response. Soft, silky, hot his tongue slid over her pussy, spearing into her tunnel then out. Opening his mouth wide, he moved his lips over her in exotic, erotic motion.

  “Oh, Jonathan, yes,” she whimpered, her body gathering, chasing after the rapture his mouth promised. Her nipples beaded into hard points, and James used his fingers to pluck and pull them almost in perfect sync to the rhythm of Jonathan’s tongue.

  “You taste sweet, Tabitha. My own personal ambrosia.”

  He’d spoken against her flesh and the vibration of his words tickled her clit, the sensation causing her tunnel to clench, like a finger curling in wanton invitation.

  Jonathan deftly inserted his fingers, reaching high and finding her g-spot. Then he clamped his lips around her clitoris and sucked the eager flesh into his mouth.

  Her cry of pleasure erupted unrestrained. All strength left her knees as waves of orgasm washed over her, shockwaves of pleasure that consumed every atom of her being. Pleasure, seemingly unending, took up every thought, every sight, every sound. On and on ecstasy cascaded until she could only mew as she gasped for air.

  When she could draw a full breath, when she could almost take her weight on her own feet, she opened her eyes. The expression of satisfaction on Jonathan’s face filled her heart to overflowing.

  “Okay, cowboy,” she murmured. James released her and she got to her knees. Her attention focused on Jonathan’s lovely erect cock. Reaching forward, she slid her hand up and down his hot, straining shaft. Bending forward, she flicked a glance up, encountering his avid gaze.

  “Turnabout is fair play. My turn. You’re about to be devoured.”

  Then she took his cock into her mouth, the flavor compelling, and sucked him deep.

  * * * *

  Ed sat at the bar in the Double Diamond, one eye on the entrance to the lounge, the other on his reflection in the flawlessly polished mirror.

  The lighting in this elegant, upscale lounge favored him. Though in full light his face disappointingly showed him the beginnings of crow’s feet, this mirror in this light revealed none. In fact, he thought he’d never looked younger, or more handsome.

  Of course, when it was time to run for office—and he’d decided he’d start at Senator—he’d likely have a trace of silver painted into his hair at the temples. Yes, that would be striking, and would suggest wisdom and experience to Joe voter without his having to say a word or pay a dollar.

  He liked that.

  The sounds of the gaming floor were muted here, the music being piped into the lounge jazzy blues. The people who owned this place knew a lot about appearances. The atmosphere was laid back casual with a coating of sophistication.

  Movement by the door caught his attention.

  Nearly four months had passed since he’d last seen Tabitha. She was, of course, breathtakingly gorgeous. He wouldn’t have gone after her otherwise, even considering the money he’d known she would one day inherit. A man had to have standards, after all. She stood at the entrance of the lounge, her hair upswept in a sleek chignon, the red sheath of a gown draping her body, glittering diamond-like sparkles as it caught the light. The column of her neck looked elegant, even queenly. Ed frowned. Once he announced his candidacy, he would have to have an image consultant re-make her so she appeared more young-professional and less society-diva.

  She spotted him, and he automatically straightened his posture and sent her his best this-is-your-lucky-day-because-I-want-to-fuck-you-look.

  She stepped forward, but she wasn’t alone. Two men flanked her. Ed blinked, thinking he was seeing double. Then he realized he was.

  The bar tender snapped to attention when Ed raised his hand to signal the man. Good service here. Then he turned his attention to Tabitha.

  “Baby-face, you look beautiful tonight.” He reached for her, intending to give her one of his most seductive kisses.

  His hands were blocked by one of the bruisers accompanying her.

  “Hello, Ed. You’re looking…not your best. Are you unwell?”

  He swung his gaze to the mirror, wondering what it was she could see that he hadn’t. Then he caught a glimpse of her smirk and it occurred to him she was teasing him.

  “That wasn’t very kind, Tabitha.” She wasn’t looking very pleased to see him, and that he couldn’t understand. She couldn’t possibly like being divorced and living all the hell and gone out here. The entire situation painted her a loser. Didn’t she realize that?

  “It isn’t my goal, nor is it my desire to be kind to you, Ed.”

  The bartender chose that moment to say, “Good evening, Mr. Keller, Mr. Keller, ma’am. What may I get for you?”

  “My brother and I will have our usual. The lady would like a glass of Coors.”

  Ed frowned. “You don’t drink beer. It’s too pedestrian.”

  Tabitha laughed. To the man on her right, she said, “See?”

  “Sorry I ever doubted you, love,” he replied.

  “I’ve always liked beer, Ed. You’re the one who’s a wine snob.”

  Ed didn’t like the sound of the endearment. It was clearly time for him to establish his position, and his authority. Tabitha was his wife. Well she had been, and would be again before long. He just needed to bring her to her senses.

  “Why don’t you gentlemen go find something else to do? Tabitha and I would like to have some intimate time together.”

  “There’s a law against that in public places in this state,” the man on Tabitha’s left said.

  “There should be a law about allowing morons out in public, too,” the man on the right added.

  Tabitha chuckled, but the laugh didn’t sound fun. It sounded nasty. Ed tilted his head trying to figure out what had happened to his sweet, empty-headed little blonde.

  “Ed Lambert, meet James and Jonathan Keller. They own this casino and are very, very close personal friends of mine.”

  He didn’t like the way she stroked her hand down one
man’s arm while she leaned her back against the other. “You’ve only been here a month. How the hell can you make a close personal friend in that time, let alone two?” he demanded.

  “Kismet,” one of the men said. He gave Tabitha a look Ed thought was highly inappropriate for a new acquaintance. Then he pinned him with a gaze that lacked any warmth whatsoever.

  “Tabitha doesn’t want to spend any intimate time with you. In fact, we asked her to agree to meet with you here tonight so that we could tell you just that, personally.”

  “And to advise you to leave the lady alone. She’s taken.”

  “Taken? By whom?” This scene wasn’t playing out the way he’d envisioned it at all.

  It took Ed a moment to realize the only answer he was going to get to his question was three enigmatic stares.

  The bartender delivered the drinks, and the man on Tabitha’s left distributed them.

  “You and I are finished,” Tabitha said to him then. “Go home.”

  He opened his mouth to speak, but the two men seemed to surround Tabitha with their attention.

  “So, do you want to have dinner, or what?” asked one Keller.

  “We had the ‘or what’ just before we came down here.”

  “So we did. Dinner first, then ‘or what’,” the second Keller said.

  “That sounds like a plan,” Tabitha agreed in a voice that sounded to Ed like a sex-kitten purr.

  Of course he knew better. No woman was less sex-kittenish than Tabitha.

  “Mr. Lambert’s drinks are on the house,” one of the men said to the bartender. Then he flashed a smile that Ed didn’t like at all. “It’s the least we can do, all things considered.”

  He watched as his ex-wife, accompanied by those twin smart asses, left the lounge without even a backward glance.

  He turned to face the bartender just as the man refilled his glass with the 1991 Cabernet Sauvignon. He’d chosen the vintage because of its full body, flirty undertones, and because it had been the second most expensive selection on the wine list.

  His next glass would be the most expensive, and as he sipped it, he’d try to figure out what the hell he was going to do about this unexpected turn of events.

  Chapter Twelve

  Phyllis waited until the elevator doors closed on the Kellers and that bimbo who’d accompanied them. She wasn’t sure what that little scene she’d just observed was all about, but she was going to find out.

  She walked up to the end of the bar and waited for Jorge, the bar tender on shift, to come over.

  “Is there a problem with that gentleman?” she asked, nodding toward the man who sat pensively sipping his wine and admiring himself in the mirror.

  “I don’t think so. One of the Mr. Kellers just gave him carte blanche. Being as it was the bosses talking to him, I didn’t listen in, Ms. Demeter. Sorry.”

  “Don’t apologize, Jorge, you were absolutely right not to eavesdrop. I’ll guide our special guest to one of the tables and play hostess—since Mr. Keller did, after all, give him carte blanche.”

  “Yes ma’am. Shall I deliver your usual Perrier with lime?”

  “Please.”

  Phyllis kept her smile in place. She wasn’t certain if Jorge truly hadn’t overheard any of the confrontation just past or if he was merely covering his very excellent ass. Phyllis smiled. One of the Kellers might have given the guy free booze, but that had been a confrontation she’d witnessed.

  She took one more moment to consider the black-haired man at the bar. She’d watched him even before James and his brother had arrived. He was a handsome devil, she’d give him that. And he obviously had intimate knowledge of the situation—and that blonde. She had a bad feeling in her belly. Two blondes in a couple of days? Not likely. The tart in the red dress was probably the same government lackey she’d seen the other day. This meant she’d worked fast and developed a personal relationship with one of the Kellers, probably with Jonathan, as being with the BLM would give her the most in common with him. Actually, that might work to her advantage. But she had to be sure.

  Well, whatever was going on, tall dark and handsome over there could likely answer all her questions.

  Phyllis hadn’t been expecting the Kellers to arrive this afternoon. That was twice now she’d been left looking as if she was completely out of the loop, as if the bosses didn’t bother to even communicate with her. Phyllis needed to know what was going on so she could plan her move on James. If she had to schmooze with glamour boy over there, so be it.

  Pasting a flirtatious smile on her face, she approached him.

  “Good evening. I hope you’re finding everything to your satisfaction this evening, Sir.”

  She watched as he turned and focused on her, noted the way he gave her a very lurid appraisal, then smiled even brighter than when he’d been looking at his own reflection in the mirror. Since his sour expression had been replaced by a smugly male smile, Phyllis knew she would very soon have him by the balls.

  “It would appear my satisfaction level is about to increase,” he replied smoothly.

  “I’m flattered. Perhaps you’d care to join me at a table where we could get to know each other in a slightly more…intimate environment?”

  “That would be very nice.” He picked up his glass of wine and got to his feet. “Tell me,” he leaned close, let his hand trail down her back to settle against her ass. “Is it true what they say about red heads? That they catch fire in bed?”

  Phyllis blinked, not sure she’d heard him correctly. Normally if any asshole made such a clumsy pass, she’d either stomp on his instep or kick him in the balls. But for reasons she couldn’t articulate, the words he’d uttered and the sensation of his hand on her bottom seemed to get her juices flowing. Maybe, just for the hell of it, she’d play along, give him a tumble.

  “Oh, sweetheart, of course it’s not true. We don’t catch fire in bed. We explode.”

  Phyllis had the satisfaction of watching glamour-boy’s eyes cross. She led him to a corner table and prepared to have some fun while she found out everything he knew.

  * * * *

  “Tired?”

  Tabitha turned to face Jonathan, then walked into his open arms. They were alone in the penthouse, since James had claimed there was paper work he’d been meaning to get to for some time.

  “A bit tired. Between the two of you, I seem to be burning more calories of late.”

  “And we haven’t given you much time to even draw breath. I’d apologize for that, but it would be disingenuous of me.”

  Tabitha reached up and brushed a lock of dark hair off his forehead. “I’m all grown up and everything. And while nothing like this has ever happened to me before, I went into this ménage relationship of ours with my eyes open.”

  “Did you?”

  His voice rumbled deeply and settled low in her belly. There was something so intrinsically sexy about this man and his brother. She knew they were twins, and while their effect on her was identical, they each filled different needs, catered to separate parts of her.

  Jonathan’s mostly quiet confidence and easy loving soothed and nurtured in a way Tabitha hadn’t known she’d needed. In this he contrasted with James, whose sense of fun and drive for excellence made her want to race the wind and spit in the face of fate.

  She was likely living in a fool’s paradise believing this could last. She’d deal if and when things went for a shit. In the mean time, she fully intended to enjoy every minute she could grab with these two sexy cowboys—as a pair, or one on one.

  “Yes, I did.” Stretching up, she laid her lips on his. She kept the kiss light, a flirty promise of things to come.

  “You’re always setting the pace. I wonder if you’d let me take the reins for a change?” She punctuated her question with another kiss. Then she ran her hands down his chest, ending with a slight brush against the erection that tented his pants.

  “Darlin’, I’m all yours.”

  As Tabitha led Jonathan
into the bedroom it suddenly occurred to her that this was something very rare in her experience: being able to set the pace, the tone, to be the aggressor when it came to sex.

  Only she wasn’t feeling aggressive. She couldn’t contain her smile when he docilely sat in the padded chair where she set him. Taking a few steps away from him, she turned to face him.

  And then she began a strip-tease.

  She knew she had Jonathan’s full attention as she slowly maneuvered the sparkly red dress, removing one arm from a sleeve, exposing a bare shoulder, and then working the other arm out. She’d worn no bra beneath the sheath. Leaving the neckline just above her breasts, she knew she had his full attention.

  The look of complete concentration, of growing ardor that showed so clearly on his face and in his lap not only stroked her ego, it fired her furnace.

  As she moved coquettishly, as she lowered the dress ever so slowly, the thought crossed that she never could have done this for Ed. Although she’d only had Jonathan and James as lovers for a scant handful of days, her confidence in her feminine power and appeal had already risen dramatically.

  Then she dismissed her former husband from her mind, and focused on the handsome hunk before her.

  She spun around, and tossed him a coy glance over her shoulder, even as she reached one hand up her back to pull her zipper down.

  His gaze followed the slide of the fastener, and Tabitha felt like the most beautiful woman in the world. Holding her dress up with one arm, she twirled back around to face him.

  “You’re killing me here, darlin’. But it’s one hell of a way to go.”

  “Aren’t you the one who told me I was in too much of a hurry, just a few short days ago?”

  “No, you must have me confused with somebody who looks just like me.”

  Tabitha laughed. Sex had never been fun before this man and his brother had come into her life.

  When Jonathan just smiled and then adjusted his seat in the chair, she dropped her dress to the floor.