Special Cowboy Menage Collection

by Morgan Ashbury

  “Nothing has ever turned me on the way watching Jesse fuck you just did,” Grant said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Here, baby. I’m so horny. I need to feel your sexy mouth on my cock.”

  Annie turned her head, the sight of Grant’s hard, naked cock instantly rekindling her fires. She’d never done this, never believed she’d want to. Yet now her mouth watered, and she could think of nothing she wanted more than to slide that hot flesh between her lips, taste Grant’s essence as she pleasured him.

  She met his gaze and gave him a smile that felt wicked. She only needed to shimmy over toward him a couple of inches.

  Trusting her men to keep her from falling, she stretched out, nuzzled his cock. Inhaling, she took in his scent, an aroma that inspired images of afternoon trysts and heated couplings.

  Grant hissed in a breath and his cock twitched from the brush of her nose and the moist heat from her mouth.

  Sighing, she extended her tongue, lavishing a long, slow lick as if he were an all-day sucker and she had just that long to devour him.

  Then she closed her lips over the head of his cock and sucked him into her mouth.

  Chapter Eight

  Grant closed his eyes in ecstasy as Annie’s hot, wet mouth closed over his cock. She played her tongue up and down his shaft as her mouth sucked gently. The strength left his knees and he had to brace himself against the table.

  He’d never felt anything so damn wonderful.

  “Mmm.”

  The vibration of the sound she made added another dimension of pleasure. Unable to help himself, he began to thrust. Using every ounce of willpower he possessed, he kept the motion gentle. Not for anything would he hurt her, but man was it hard not to give in to the urge to plunge and plunge and plunge.

  He opened his eyes and encountered Jesse’s heated stare. He recognized the look, for he’d worn one just like it moments before. His friend was getting as turned on watching them as he himself had earlier.

  Annie chose that moment to reach out and caress his balls.

  “Sweetheart.” He couldn’t form any more words. One hand stroked her hair, his fingers combing through the delicate strands while the other caressed her breasts, pinching her nipples lightly. She opened her eyes then, and for a long moment their gazes locked. Heavy lidded, passion-filled, her eyes told him she enjoyed tasting him, pleasuring him.

  “I’m close, Annie.” He told her, giving her warning. Some women didn’t care, but they were few and far between, in his experience. His focus was on Annie, on the pleasure on her face, on the way her cheeks hollowed just slightly with every suck. Then his attention was drawn to Jesse. His friend stepped away to dispose of the condom, but he’d returned, once more standing between Annie’s legs.

  Jesse was obviously aroused. It felt strange, looking at his friend sporting a woody. They’d been naked together plenty of times through their lives, countless times skinny dipping and then one memorable jerking-off contest when they were fourteen.

  The strangeness passed, and the reality of the moment surged. They were both finally having the woman they wanted, and they were having her together. Jesse’s gaze was fastened on Annie’s mouth. His hand reached down, began to caress her pussy.

  Annie sucked just a bit harder and lifted her mound toward Jesse’s touch.

  Grant thrust his hips, willing her to take him just a bit deeper. He looked at Jesse, and their gazes connected for just a moment.

  Then Jesse smiled that cheeky grin of his, leaned over, and put his mouth on Annie’s cunt.

  * * * *

  Veronica counted the rings, hanging up after the tenth one. Annie’s apartment wasn’t that big. She would have answered the phone if she’d been home.

  Monday nights were the worst in this Podunk little town. Friday, after work, she could head for the slightly brighter lights of Laramie. Few of the locals asked, but when they had, she lied, telling them that she had cousins there. She figured the people here would understand the obligation of family. And she’d been right, because after the first couple of times, no one bothered to ask again.

  At least in Laramie, she could go out to a halfway decent bar, hook up with someone who didn’t work outdoors, and have some fun.

  Restless, edgy, Veronica paced her small living room. There was nothing on television worth watching, and she’d already seen every movie she owned twice.

  God, I miss New York.

  There was always some place to go, someone to see, something to do in New York City. Unlike in Branchton, Wyoming, where they rolled up the sidewalks at eight in the evening. Well, there was that hole-in-the-wall saloon, but she wouldn’t be caught dead in there.

  If she had known things would turn out this way, that she’d end up in a hick town and bored out of her skull, would she have made the choices she’d made, taken that transfer six months ago?

  She felt the smile slide onto her face as it always did when she focused on her goal. Yes, even knowing all that, she would have done everything exactly as she had. The payback at the end of it all was absolutely going to be worth the ennui of these last few months.

  How did Annie manage to survive here? She’d grown up in Albany, moved to Queens. It wasn’t just that Branchton was in another part of the country from New York—it was on another fucking planet! Yet Annie Rutherford had been here nearly twice as long as Veronica and seemed to be thriving in this backward environment.

  At first, Veronica thought the other woman was a hell of a good actress with a well-honed, fine-tuned plan much like her own that allowed her to accept the bare-bones reality of life in this town with equanimity. But over time, Veronica came to the conclusion that Annie had no plan and certainly wasn’t acting.

  Her thoughts touched on the other former New Yorker in Branchton, Billy Woods. What a loser! She’d been suspicious when he first came to town, barely two weeks after she arrived. Three people from the same place all ending up in dot-on-the-map, Wyoming. What were the odds? He told all and sundry that he’d been drifting for a number of years, trying to find himself. Branchton was just his latest stop. Was there anything he hadn’t done? Bartending, motorcycle racing, small engine repair. Hell, he even played in a band.

  Couldn’t be a very good band, though, because the local bar where he worked wouldn’t even hire him. As weeks had turned into months and she’d seen the way he’d settled into the community here, made friends, and particularly given the fact that he tended to by and large ignore her, her suspicions had dissolved.

  And why am I thinking about that loser right now, anyway?

  Veronica shook her head. She turned and walked the few steps needed to enter her kitchen. She reached up to the top shelf over the stove, pulled down the bottle of scotch she kept there.

  Her thoughts were disjointed because she sensed that her time in this go-nowhere place was finally coming to an end.

  Something was going to happen soon. She knew of recent events back in New York. Probably any day now the shit would hit the fan. She’d covered herself, of course, but she couldn’t let her guard down, not for one moment. She had to be ready to take action.

  Amber liquid spilled into her glass. Holding the bottle up, she noted that it was three-quarters gone. When had she purchased it, anyway? She made a mental note to take a drive after work the next day and pick up another couple of bottles.

  She would hate to run out.

  Veronica’s mind wandered to her work. Her duties as assistant manager of the local branch of the Hopkins Bank, grandiosely called the Hopkins-Wyoming Bank of Greater Albany County, were far less than in the Hopkins bank’s head office in Manhattan. But the position here was considered managerial. Management positions on her résumé were necessary if she wanted to hike up that corporate ladder.

  Not having put in for a transfer at some point would have looked suspicious to those back home who knew she harbored aspirations for bigger and better things. As it turned out, the opportunity that brought her here had been fortuitous, to say t
he least.

  Veronica Ferris was on a direct path to a much better life and nothing was going to stand in her way.

  So if she had to spend a little more time in this Godforsaken place, she would.

  Taking her glass with her back into the living room, she eyed the phone, and then the clock. It was nearly eleven in the evening. Surely by now Annie would be home?

  She dialed the number by rote and listened to the rings. Her brow furrowed when she once again reached ten with no answer.

  She’d been told often enough that she was a control freak. She didn’t like not knowing where Annie was, or what she was doing. Despite the rustic surroundings, this ballet she danced required intricate execution. There could be no missteps.

  She watched the scotch swirl in her glass, then downed it in one gulp. Tomorrow, she’d go over to Annie’s store on her lunch break and find out where Annie had been tonight. Maybe the woman was finally developing a social life. She seemed a bit different at breakfast this morning.

  Actually, that would play into Veronica’s hands very nicely. She’d encourage some girl-to-girl chit-chat, get an idea of when Annie would be off with her paramour, and not at home. In fact, she’d convince the other woman that it would be better to meet at his place—whoever he was—rather than have him stay with her in town. She was a business owner, after all, and needed to be careful of the image she projected. Then Veronica would know when Annie’s place would be unoccupied.

  The time fast approached when she’d have to get in there, and she’d rather do it with no one at home.

  * * * *

  Water poured down over her in a gentle trickle. Hot male bodies bracketed her. The shower, the biggest one Annie had ever seen in someone’s house, easily held the three of them.

  Jesse stood in front of her and Grant behind. Jesse had just finished washing her breasts and pussy with wet, soapy hands. Grant’s hands were languidly caressing and cleaning her back and butt. Her hands were busy spreading soap bubbles on Jesse’s cock and scrotum.

  And all these years, she thought showers were a bore.

  “I want your mouth on my cock, Annie,” Jesse said.

  Annie thought that was a fine idea. She cupped her hands to capture fresh water and rinse him. Then she started to lower herself to the shower floor.

  “No, no,” Grant said. “Just bend over. And spread your legs a little.”

  The sound of a packet being torn open told her why Grant made that request. Bending over, she took hold of Jesse’s cock in her right hand, opened her mouth, and slid his cock between her lips, using her tongue to caress his shaft. He shivered in pleasure. As a reward, she used her left hand to caress and gently squeeze his balls.

  Grant clamped his hands on her hips and thrust his cock into her from behind, one powerful surge that buried him to the hilt. Annie’s juices flowed, her arousal igniting, her belly clutching as tiny spasms of pleasure shot through her. She sucked harder, Jesse helping her as he thrust into her mouth with almost the same rhythm Grant used.

  She felt a finger slide up and down over her anus. She groaned, the spike in pleasure nearly enough to make her come.

  “Oh, baby,” Grant’s voice rough and tremulous, “you want cock there too, don’t you?”

  Did she? She’d never considered it before, but the tease intrigued her. Just then, Jesse threaded the fingers of both hands through her hair, grasping hard, and Grant reached around and found her clit with his finger.

  Hands on her hips and rough words, the sensation of two cocks, hot, hard, and twitching in the first stages of ejaculation proved the last trigger she could take. Annie’s orgasm overwhelmed her, tremor upon volcanic tremor of pleasure that nearly brought her to her knees.

  * * * *

  The bedroom was lit by only the soft glow of the light from the hallway. Annie blinked sleepy eyes and took a moment to appraise her situation.

  One hot, naked male body pressed against her bare breasts, and another snuggled up against her back. Her hair still felt a little damp from her hot, steamy shower, and her body felt loose and limber from hot, steamy sex.

  “What time is it?” her voice came out more like a cat’s purr, and that fact pleased her immensely.

  “Mmm. Nearly midnight.” Jesse’s voice, coming from behind her, sounded just as sleep-sexy. Annie smiled. She couldn’t deny she had satisfied both of these strong, virile men. So much for being frigid.

  “I feel that grin of yours against my back, baby,” Grant said.

  “I’m going to be grinning for a month,” Annie responded. She yawned, then stretched.

  “I hope by that comment you don’t think this was just a one-shot deal,” Jesse said. Annie wondered about the trace of steel in his tone.

  Grant chose that moment to turn over, and Annie found herself flat on her back looking up at her two lovers who both focused on her, frowns on their faces.

  “I know it wasn’t. You both shot twice,” Annie quipped.

  “Our woman is a smart-ass,” Grant said. “I like that.”

  Annie knew something more was called for. The truth was the sex between them had left her shaken.

  She’d never craved the way she had when they all stepped into the kitchen tonight. Neither had she realized how strongly these men hungered for her. Her desire to have Grant’s cock in her mouth shocked her. And when Jesse put his lips and tongue on and in her pussy, she thought she must surely be going to die soon, because that had to have been the biggest high in all the world and nothing could ever feel better than that.

  These two cowboys already engaged her emotions. Jesse made her laugh, and appealed to the care-free, slightly mad-cap side of her. Grant’s deep brown eyes held promises of tenderness and care and a kind of bedrock stability she’d longed for all her life. If she wasn’t careful, she would fall in love with these men and expect more than the pleasurable interlude they offered. That would never do. So her sense of humor had stepped into the breach, but she never meant to make light of what passed between them tonight.

  The gazes staring down at her prompted her to set humor aside. She was glad she had two hands. One to gently caress each face.

  “I do know this wasn’t a one night stand. But I can’t say exactly what it is. I don’t have a lot of experience, and until very recently, never thought I would ever take even one lover, let alone two. I’m out of my depth, here. So if I come off a bit flippant, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to.”

  Jesse bent over and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. She thought it might have been a kind of an apology for his edginess.

  “Grant and I have the advantage of time over you. We’ve thought about having you right here, with us both, for a while now. But that doesn’t mean we really have any more answers than you do,” Jesse said.

  “The only thing we ask,” Grant added, then mimicked his friend and kissed her lips, “is that you keep an open mind.”

  “I can do that.” Annie sighed, because although this king-sized bed was a lot more comfortable than her own, much smaller one, she knew she needed to get out of it. “I need to get home.”

  “Yeah. Grant’s going to drive with you in your car and I’ll follow, so I can bring him home. How do you feel about coming here again Wednesday night? You can have a second horse-back riding lesson, then dinner. We’ll cook. And we’ll see what happens from there.”

  “Sounds good.”

  Actually, it sounded better than good. Annie had never experienced such pleasure, such bone-melting bliss as she’d just shared with these two men.

  She might not have any answers, but she knew one thing with absolute certainty. She wanted to experience it again.

  Chapter Nine

  Rick Rutherford was not a happy man.

  For the last two years, two months, and twenty-one days, he’d had a plan. Yes, that plan had been altered slightly when his asshole brother got himself killed. Stupid bastard.

  More than a year later and Rick still couldn’t think of his brother’s death
without shaking his head at the great cosmic irony—Jimmy getting himself shot and killed during a heist at the jewelry store where he’d worked.

  Mentally going over his plan, moment by moment, step by step, helped Rick survive that fucking sentence in that stinking pen. His goal had been to take the first step in that plan within a couple of hours of tasting freedom.

  Here it was, his third day of the rest of his life, and nothing had gone right for him. His cunt of a sister-in-law had disappeared as if she’d never even fucking existed.

  He came very close to decking his mother for the first time in his life when he found that out, especially when he found out his mother had known all this time she’d left.

  “What do you mean you don’t know where she is? She’s your daughter-in-law!” He’d seethed while his mother looked at him as if she didn’t know what he could possibly be upset about.

  “After your brother died, she never had the time for me. It was like she blamed me for that fancy woman your brother had taken up with. Or for that other thing that happened, just before he died. Imagine her nerve trying to tell me my Jimmy pushed her down the stairs, causing her to lose the baby. She just wasn’t woman enough to carry a baby to term, that’s what. Little tramp just tried to blame my boy for her being a failure as a woman.”

  Rick knew who his mother meant when she said ‘fancy woman’, of course. Jimmy never had been very good at keeping it in his pants, or keeping his mouth shut when he was getting some on the side. But in this case, the ‘fancy woman’ wasn’t exactly a piece. Or maybe, he thought, she wasn’t only a piece. As for the other, his brother never could control his temper, either, so he likely had pushed his wife down the stairs. He wouldn’t share his opinions with his mother, of course. Jimmy had always been Mommy’s favorite, but he was gone now.

  “The super at their old apartment said Annie’s been gone a year, that she took next to nothing with her and never left a forwarding address. Why didn’t you tell me she moved? You must have known.”