Special Cowboy Menage Collection

by Morgan Ashbury

  “Lord, have mercy.”

  Now that was a wonderful response to the few scraps she had on under her dress. The thong was as red as the sheath, and since this man had shaved her mons, lay more tightly and, she’d thought when she’d checked herself out in the mirror as she’d dressed earlier, more sexily, against her flesh. She’d donned stockings tonight because she’d had such a great reaction to them the first time, she’d decided they—and the lace garters that held them in place—deserved an encore.

  “You like?”

  “Oh yes. But darlin’, I think you’re missing something there on that sexy little body of yours.”

  “I am?”

  “Mmm. My hands.”

  “Ah, ah, ah,” she waggled her finger at him. “There you go rushing things again. Now, I want to do something special for you.”

  “I have to tell you, Tabby-cat, you’re already there.”

  Oh, he looked ready to pounce. And that was a good thing. “Be that as it may, I want you to place both hands on the arms of that chair you’re sitting in. Put them there and leave them there.”

  “You know, we have a very nice king-sized bed right there behind you. And look, the maid has already come in and turned it down.”

  “Jonathan? You said you were all mine, remember?”

  “Kind of hard to forget, darlin’.” He sighed, but did as she asked.

  “Now leave them there.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  Stepping carefully out of the dress that had been pooled around her ankles, she took the three steps necessary to bring her to him. Then she went down on her knees.

  He leaned back in the chair to make it easier for her as she worked on unbuttoning, then unzipping his pants. He left his hands on the chair arms, even as he hissed out a breath when she took his hot, hard cock into her hand.

  “I love your cock,” she whispered, stroking it gently, watching it intently.

  “It’s pretty damn fond of you, too.”

  “I seem to recall you mentioning something about tantric sex. Now, let’s see. I could just hold your cock, and take the time to examine it in the minutest detail. Study it, visually, from every angle. Maybe I could lean in real close,” she put action to words, “and use my olfactory senses to see if there is a change in scent from one part of it to the next.”

  “Now darlin’, I’m all for trying new things. And I know I’m greedy, wanting to feel your wonderful mouth on my cock again, especially since you’ve already been so generous as to do so twice already…God!”

  She wrapped her lips around his cock, moving her head down his length, taking him as deep as she could. Slowly, using her tongue to stroke and suction to entice, she moved her head up and down his dick, pleasuring them both. She loved the taste of him, the way he seemed to really love her mouth on him.

  “I want my hands in your hair.”

  A desperate plea, but a plea, not a demand. Even now, impassioned, he was willing to let her lead, let her decide.

  She gently pulled her mouth from his cock. Her hand kept pumping him slowly. She smiled at him and felt the effect of the look he gave her settle in her heart.

  “Then do it. Do whatever you want.”

  “Anything?”

  “Anything.”

  How strong he was to be able to lift her off the floor as he got to his feet! He carried her the few feet to the bed. She could feel him shaking, and knew she’d brought him to his limit. But he lowered her gently onto her back.

  In the next instant he fairly tore off his clothes. Reaching into the bedside table drawer, he pulled out a condom, slipped it on.

  “I’ll buy you another,” he said just before he ripped the tong from her body.

  Jonathan covered her, and she wrapped him in her arms, raising her hips to meet his penis as he entered her. He shivered, and held himself still, and Tabitha rubbed his back.

  Then she clenched her inner muscles.

  “Fuck.”

  “Yes, please.”

  “Vixen,” he chuckled, but the humor did nothing to dull his ardor. He began to thrust in her, and Tabitha relished the sensation of his hot invasion, reveled in the sense of fullness. In deep, heavy strokes he took her, and she gave him all she was. She understood the need in him bridged the physical and the emotional, and she enveloped him in warmth and closeness.

  “So good,” he whispered. “Give me your mouth, Tabitha. Give me everything.”

  “Jonathan. Yes.” She opened to him, his tongue hot and smooth, his lips moist, his mouth voracious. With teeth and tongue and lips she returned his passion with her own. She met each of the thrusts of his hips with demands of her own, pushing her pussy as close as she could, reaching for the climax that teased her, until there was only the joining of their two bodies and the promise of pleasure.

  Curled around him, his sweat bathing her, she felt the shivering tremors of completion. So good, so hot, she surrendered to the orgasm, heart pounding, breath heaving, as she came and came in a torrent of ecstasy. Just as her climax ebbed, she felt the pulsing of his cock deep inside her body, received his shout of triumph into her neck, and held him as he gave himself over to his own rapture.

  For long moments she held him, the feeling of being smashed into the bed, of having him on her and in her still a particular joy.

  “Thank you, for letting me have my head…um sorry.” Rolling from on top of her, he kept her close, so they lay on their sides facing each other even as she dissolved in laughter.

  “One of those Freudian slips,” she choked out.

  “There you go.” He slid away from her just long enough to deal with the condom. Then he returned to her, and made quick work of skimming the stocking and garters from her body.

  “Here, let me get you under the covers.” He lifted her easily and in moments was sliding in next to her and pulling the blankets over them both. “I generally sleep on the left side of the bed. Curiously enough, though we haven’t shared a bed since we were very small, James prefers the right hand side. So that leaves you, Tabby cat, in the middle, since James will be along shortly.”

  Tabitha reached up and stroked his face. Then she snuggled in, her head on his shoulder. “In the middle is just where I want to be.” She savored the stroke of his hand down her side and the sound of his heart under her ear. And she enjoyed the sensation of drifting off to sleep in his arms.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Tabitha stood at the entrance to the gaming floor, her eyes roving the dimly lit interior. No sunlight streamed through windows, and no clocks appeared on the wall. The place was far from crowded, but there were patrons about, feeding dollars into the one-armed bandits or shaking dice at the craps table. Croupiers spun roulette wheels and dealers shuffled decks of cards for Black Jack, Caribbean Stud, or her recent personal favorite, Texas Hold ‘em.

  Her gaze finally found James. He was standing in an area known as the ‘pit’ talking to one of the women on duty. She stepped fully into the room and felt as if she was stepping into a cavern.

  Some slot machines still took coins, so there was the sound of metal on metal; some bells rang, some jingles played as handles were pulled and reels spun in the quest for Lady Luck’s favor.

  The hum of voices formed a base for all the other sound, and as she passed two men sitting at opposite slot machines at the end of the row, their conversation snagged her attention.

  “Hey, Pete, what time is it?”

  “Five after nine.”

  “Oh. Pete? Is that in the a.m., or in the p.m.?”

  “That’s in the a.m., Bobby.”

  “Fuck. My wife is gonna kill me. I’ve been here all night.”

  Tabitha nearly laughed out loud. One look at ‘Bobby’ and it wasn’t hard to tell he’d been up all night. Shaking her head, she continued on her way toward the pit in the centre of the card and roulette tables.

  A zing of thrill tripped her heart the moment James saw her, because his smile was instant and so intimate that the red-
haired woman he was speaking with looked to see what had stolen his attention.

  Tabitha wondered at the look of enmity that briefly crossed the woman’s face. But then James said something to the woman, and headed her way, red-head in tow.

  “You ready to go, darlin’?”

  “I am. Jonathan said he had to run an errand, and he’d be out front with the truck shortly.”

  “All right. I’m nearly done here. Tabitha, this is Phyllis Demeter. Phil is Manager here. The best we’ve ever had." James was looking at Phyllis when he said that, but then switched his gaze to Tabitha just as Phyllis turned to him. “Phyllis, this is Tabitha Lambert.”

  “How do you do?” Tabitha asked politely, extending her hand. She’d seen and read the expression on Ms. Demeter’s face when she’d looked up at James.

  The two of them would have to have a conversation in the truck on the way back to the ranch. She didn’t think he knew his manager had the serious hots for him.

  “A pleasure,” Phyllis proved that she could be professional, though she did fail to get rid of all the frost from her eyes.

  James put his hand on Tabitha’s back, gently stroking in a display of affection that she knew to be completely unconscious.

  Of course, that did nothing to ease the chill from the other woman’s face.

  “Why don’t you go on ahead? I’ll be out in just a few moments. I just want to run back to my office and grab something.”

  “All right,” Tabitha kept her smile in place as she turned to the other woman. “Nice meeting you.”

  It was a good thing the daggers being hurled at her back were only imaginary. She’d be dead otherwise.

  She slung the strap of her overnight bag over her shoulder, and kept her smile in place as she made her way off the casino floor and then across the lobby. When she stepped out onto the sidewalk and saw Jonathan she heaved a sigh of relief.

  “Is he coming, or does he have the proverbial ‘one more thing’ to do?”

  Since Jonathan had turned off the truck and was standing against the front fender, she guessed he really did know his brother well.

  “He said he’d only be a moment. He just had to run up to his office for something.”

  “I’ve heard that one before,” Jonathan said, than saddled over closer to her. “You want to jump in the back of the truck and make out?”

  When she looked at him he raised his eyebrows twice and tossed her a wink. Tabitha dissolved into gales of laughter. “And find myself featured on some Internet edition of ‘Girls Gone Wild?’ I don’t think so.”

  “I don’t see anyone with a video camera anywhere,” Jonathan pointed out.

  Actually there was very little traffic here at the moment, since it was not yet ‘check-out’ time at the hotel.

  “Digital cameras the size of a deck of cards and cell phones with cameras even smaller, trust me, there is always a video camera about. Hell, I’m still shivering about our outdoor hi-jinks the other day out in the pastures. Have you downloaded Google Earth lately? Everybody is watching!”

  “Well, let’s see how fast they are with their shutter fingers.” He scooped her into his arms and laid a kiss on her that left her bells rung better than a casino jackpot.

  “Nice,” she said, taking the time to lick her lips.

  “Tabby-cat, you’re just asking for it,” he warned. Apparently, he was easily stimulated by her tongue. She’d noticed that about Jonathan. He and his brother were twins, but Jonathan loved having his cock in her mouth, while James preferred to have his in her pussy.

  My God, Tabitha you’re turning into a sex addict! Your brain has almost completely turned to mush. She’d never spent time thinking like this before in her entire life.

  “Now that is a pretty blush.”

  Tabitha focused as James approached. His smile was pure male arrogance.

  “And I bet I know what you were thinking about to blush that way,” he finished.

  Somehow she was able to control her smile. Tilting her head to one side, she said, “As a matter of fact, I was thinking about how your Ms. Demeter has the hots for you and how she wished me to perdition just now.”

  “I beg your pardon?”

  Now it was James who was blushing. Jonathan laughed so hard that he had to turn around and lean on the truck.

  “There is nothing between Phyllis and myself,” James said, and he looked so cute, that combination of chagrin and discomfort on his face.

  “Oh, I know. And I know there never has been.” She lowered her voice, and cursed her fair complexion as she felt her cheeks heat. “When there has been intimacy between a man and a woman, it shows. Men don’t usually seem to pick up on that particular vibe, but women always do.”

  “You’re telling me, in your own way, that we’ve been outted by our casino manager?”

  “In a word, yes. I figured you’d want to know that.”

  “That fact doesn’t bother me. Does it bother you?”

  “No.”

  Jonathan had stopped laughing, and had turned back around to face them.

  “We’re all still feeling our way here, Tabby-cat,” he said quietly. “We’ve been awfully damn intimate in the short time we’ve known each other. James and I both understand that a part of you is still leery, still getting to know us.”

  “You both touch me in ways I didn’t even know I could be touched. I’ve experienced more pleasure since meeting you than I even believed myself capable of feeling. But I’m bopping along having great sex and great fun and then all of a sudden it hits me that I really don’t know you that well at all.”

  James stepped forward, and leaned down until she had no choice but to look into his incredible dark blue eyes.

  “Darlin’, you may not have known us for a long time, but after what we’ve done with you and you’ve done with us, you can bet the ranch that you know us—better than just about anyone else. Add that to the fact that you’re the only one who has ever been able to tell us apart, with or without our clothes on…”

  He’d let the sentence hang. If he’d planned on making her feel silly, he couldn’t have done a better job.

  “I’m not trying to embarrass you, Tabitha. I only want to reassure you.”

  Which proved, she supposed, that they knew her pretty well, too.

  “Let’s go back to the ranch, darlin’. We have an entire weekend ahead of us,” Jonathan said.

  Tabitha didn’t know why she was feeling this way all of a sudden. But it was time to shake off this strange mood. She was a woman fully grown, and had made the choice, freely, to accept that wanton wager.

  Maybe it had been seeing Ed last night, having her past resurrected in her thoughts. She’d made a terrible mistake in judgment, marrying him. When she thought about it she felt stupid and used and raw.

  She really did have to put that bastard out of her thoughts. He was the past and these two delicious cowboys were her present. As to whether or not they’d be her future, she supposed only time would tell.

  “I hate to ask, but could we go to my office, first? I know it’s in the opposite direction, but I’d like to check in, get my messages, and ream out the receptionist.”

  James chuckled. Taking her face in his hands he lifted it, then just kissed her forehead. “It’s not a problem,” he assured her.

  “Hell, it’s not even thirty miles to Carson City, darlin’. Do you want to swing by your house first, too?”

  “Yes, please. I need to grab more clothes.”

  “When we get back to the ranch, we want to try out a few of those toys we bought yesterday.”

  She’d had a look at all the toys they’d bought the day before first thing this morning. Seeing the vast collection had filled with equal parts arousal and trepidation.

  “Now that sounds like a good way to spend a Friday afternoon. So which one of you guys is going to wear that ejaculating butt plug?”

  She was met with twin stares of shock.

  “Not happening,” they bo
th said at the same time.

  “Nothing against people who are bi-sexual, darlin’, but we are not.”

  “Oh, I know that. It’s just that store had a great selection of strap-ons and, as somebody already said at least once before, turnabout is fair play.”

  She knew she kept her poker face, but her men weren’t having any of it. Jonathan shook his head and reached for the driver’s side door of the truck. James motioned for her to precede him around the front of the vehicle to the passenger side.

  She was in and buckled up before she realized the brothers were staring at each other.

  “Leash and collar,” Jonathan said.

  “And the paddle,” James added.

  “And the paddle,” Jonathan agreed.

  Tabitha kept her smile to herself. It sounded like she was going to have a really good afternoon, indeed.

  * * * *

  Phyllis stood off to the side, her view out her office window unobstructed, confident she’d been unseen. She waited until the Keller’s truck disappeared out of sight.

  She’d had her sights set on James Keller, but one look at him and that Tabitha Lambert together earlier and she’d known instantly they were lovers. When she’d come up here from the gaming floor a combination of fury and depression had been swirling within her.

  She’d just been standing here, trying to think of what to do next when she’d seen Ms. Lambert and the other Keller.

  She felt her smile spread, knew it was a nasty one, and didn’t care. Oh, she knew just what to do now, and just how she was going to do it, too.

  James, she was certain, had no idea that the blonde bimbo was playing him false with his own brother. But she’d bet Jonathan Keller knew damn well he was fucking his brother’s lover.

  Yes, I’m sure of it. The moment James had come out, Jonathan had stepped away from that slut, giving all appearances of propriety.

  Oh, this really was the answer to everything! By the time she was done with them, she would not only have James to herself, she’d have him here, full time. If she managed this very well, she would drive a permanent wedge between him and his cow-poke of a brother, so she would never have to worry about having to spend time in the back of beyond on that Godforsaken ranch.