Marcel, Zoey - Sin Wore a Stetson [Winchester, Arizona] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Zoey Marcel

  Liquid desire flowed through her veins, hot and all consuming like scalding lava. The building pressure on her approaching internal orgasm seemed to ignite her every nerve and cell with fiery awareness of the strong, powerful men moving inside her.

  Her ass seemed to swallow Sawyer’s pummeling dick like quicksand, and she could feel the deep, conquering magnitude of his every dominating thrust.

  Her pussy burned with sexual heat around Kellan’s erection as he fucked his cock up into the body he had trapped between him and his older brother.

  Her plump clit felt enormous as it buzzed and tingled with life. The mounting sparks of heat reached a crux and quickly exploded like dynamite all throughout her system. She screamed her release as her holes clenched down hard on the stiff, hot cocks inside her.

  Both men grunted and cried out as they quickly found their own releases and shot their cum into the condoms. Jade wished they could ejaculate inside of her, but they weren’t in a relationship, so that wasn’t a very good idea.

  Still, the experience was phenomenal, and even on the way down, her body hummed with sweet vibrations of nirvana. The cowboys swore several times under their breaths as they desperately sought to get some air back into their lungs.

  “Thank you,” Jade said breathlessly, unable to stop smiling as her eyes watered. These two men gave her a temporary shelter and an unmatched euphoria that she would carry with her all her life.

  Clapping suddenly occurred, and Jade gasped when she saw Doc walk around from behind a towering saguaro cactus.

  Sawyer snickered. “Well, howdy, Doc. I was wondering when you were gonna come out from behind that cactus. See anything interesting?”

  Doc grinned. “I might have.”

  Kellan was beaming. “You should have come here sooner. Then it could have been a foursome. She’s really good at sucking cock, aren’t you, baby girl?”

  She blushed beneath the lusty stares, but the attention made her feel wanted and beautiful. “Thank you. I try, I guess.”

  “Well, you succeed rather nicely,” Kellan praised.

  He and Sawyer set her down on her feet again and ejected from her orifices. She shivered violently at the abandonment and their doting caresses on her heated skin afterward.

  The sun had come up. It had barely registered in her subconscious that it was dawn while they took her, but having sex with two cowboys in the desert beneath the rising sun had been exhilarating and even a tad bit romantic.

  “Do you always spy on your friends?” Jade asked, feeling shy as she hugged her chest with one arm and covered her crotch with her free hand.

  Doc grinned at her coy action and swept her nude form with a scintillating gaze. “More than they realize.”

  She blushed and gasped when Kellan came up behind her and moved her hands away so Doc had an excellent view of her body.

  “Look at her, Doc. Isn’t she the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen?” Kellan asked. “And she’s open to sharing. So am I. You could pull your cock out and let her suck it. Stetson doesn’t have to know.”

  Why the hell would Stetson give a damn what Doc does in the bedroom? She dismissed it. This family was odd enough, sharing women with one another. Best not to ask why, if they even knew the answer themselves.

  Doc glanced down briefly, and his lips bulged for a second as he swirled his tongue over the front of his teeth. The expression on his face said he was strongly tempted to get frisky with her.

  His blond hair was shadowed by his black cowboy hat, and his pale green eyes teemed with lust and indecision. The small mustache and soul patch gave him a certain rugged virility, and the charming way his lips curved when he smiled enchanted her.

  Sawyer walked up to Jade’s side and brushed her arm with the back of his index finger. “You want to see his cock, don’t you, angel?”

  Jade took a deep breath, feeling her inhibitions gradually melt away. This was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. She may as well take it and run with it. Then someday when she was a little old lady, she would think back on this raunchy encounter with the three cowboys and smile. People around her would suppose she thought of a sweet, wholesome memory like spring or a child’s birthday party, but she would know better.

  “I do, actually,” she quietly admitted.

  Sawyer looked titillated out of his mind. “Hot damn. I told you she wasn’t a virgin. I like a hot little vixen who knows how to play nice and share.”

  She smiled, feeling butterflies in her stomach when Doc’s fingers went to his fly.

  “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” he offered in a heated murmur.

  “I don’t have a cock,” she teased.

  Doc laughed. “Well, that’s a relief. You’ve got spunk, darlin’. I like that.”

  She felt a giddy rush pulse through her when he called her that. It came out sounding like “dahlin’” and made her crazy hot for him.

  Sawyer and Kellan already had their jeans back on, but they remained shirtless as they stood and took in the scene before them.

  “Have you ever seen a man play with himself before, darlin’?” Doc asked.

  Her eyes popped open wider and her mouth watered when she took in the size and beauty of his generous cock. “I don’t know. I don’t remember anything about my past.”

  If Doc was surprised by this, he didn’t show it as he slowly worked his stiff dick up into a full-blown erection. “Trauma to the head?”

  “Something like that.”

  “Touch yourself,” he ordered in a heady whisper.

  “Oh my God, do it, baby,” Kellan urged with overabundant enthusiasm.

  Jade flinched and bit her lower lip when she fingered her dripping slit. Every part of her flesh teemed with hypersensitivity. She stood in the desert, facing off with this cowboy, who had the look of a well-dressed gunslinger, but they sure as hell weren’t about to shoot each other. Although the eroticism of masturbating with a hunk while two other studs watched just might kill her.

  “Come closer,” Doc commanded through a delighted groan.

  Jade did as he instructed and kept walking as he coaxed her until she stood face-to-face with him. Their bodies didn’t touch, but she could have touched him if she reached for him. She gasped when he pushed her to her knees and stroked his rigid cock mere inches from her face. The sight of the foreskin moving back and forth over the sensitive glans beneath made her hot and wet. His sounds were intoxicating, and the smooth, masculine feel of his hairy thighs excited her when she touched them.

  Doc McClellan was pure male, just like the three Brooks brothers. She cupped his ball sac and rolled it gently, enjoying his deep, guttural moan of bliss.

  When the tip of her tongue just barely touched the crown of his penis, he hissed and grabbed her by the hair suddenly. He forced her salivating mouth onto his sweltering dick, thrilling her with the noise of his ragged, shallow breaths. The taste of the hard, velvet organ was primal and mesmerizing. His feral sounds were raw and carnal as he pumped his cock into her mouth, demanding without words that she gratify him.

  Jade was more than happy to oblige.

  “I’m coming. Don’t swallow me.” His voice came out strained and beaten as he pistoned faster into her mouth. “Don’t swallow.”

  He cried out and spilled his seed into her mouth. Curiosity compelled her to swallow the fluid, and Doc immediately yanked his cock out of her mouth.

  “Damn it, I told you not to swallow!”

  His scolding made her feel small and guilty. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mind, though.”

  “It had nothing to do with your preferences.” He stuffed his sated prick back into his pants.

  A spike of fear was set off inside her. “Do you have an STD?”

  “No.” His answer sounded sincere, and his earnest expression confirmed this.

  “Why wouldn’t you want me to swallow then?”

  “It’s personal.” He shot a warning over at his brothers before storming off. “Not a word of this to Ste
tson.”

  Both brothers nodded and watched him leave. They had their shirts and boots back on now.

  Jade stood and scrambled for her clothes, feeling naked and vulnerable all of a sudden.

  “Don’t feel bad, honey. Doc never stays mad long,” Kellan assured her. “It’s one of his good points.”

  “Do you think he has some kind of disease?” she asked.

  Sawyer shook his head and donned his black cowboy hat again. The action made her chest constrict with need, and she swore the sight of the tall, muscular cowboy putting a dark Stetson on his head against the colorful backdrop of the dawning desert horizon was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen.

  “If Doc says he don’t, then he don’t. Never seen him so touchy about it before, though.”

  Kellan looked at his older brother curiously. “When did you ever see him with a woman before?”

  “I shared a dame with him once at the club,” Sawyer replied.

  Kellan appeared surprised by the news. “So did I. He made me promise not to tell you or Stetson.”

  “That’s what he said to me, too.”

  “Why the hell did he turn down our invitations together then?”

  Jade watched the peculiar scene unfold before her with more than a little fascination. Evidently this family had secrets that they kept even from each other.

  Doc was hiding something, but what? Why did he not mind sharing a woman with Kellan or Sawyer, but not together? Why was it vital that Stetson didn’t find out about it? Why hadn’t Doc wanted her to swallow his cum if he didn’t have any diseases?

  “Son of a bitch,” Sawyer muttered. “Sneaky, underhanded bastard.”

  “What do you think it means?” Kellan asked.

  “I don’t know, but he’s up to something. I’ve got stock to feed.”

  Kellan motioned with a sideways nod of his head toward the direction of the house. “Oh, just come back inside and have some breakfast first. Nobody’s going to make you cook.”

  Sawyer grinned with relief. “Well, all right then. Lead the way. Come on, hot stuff.”

  Jade smiled and followed them back to the house. She glanced back over her shoulder once and just stared in awe at the breathtaking mural splashed across the sky. With the rosy shades of pink and billowing clouds of violet offset by the golden fire piercing through the former smoky, blue-gray haze of pre-sunrise, she finally understood the meaning behind the phrase “heaven on earth.”

  The rising sun reminded her of the other morning when she woke up naked in the desert. Had the dead man been a werewolf and bit her? Why had she felt compelled to bite Kellan? Why did she want to bite his brothers and their friend? She felt a strong connection with them that seemed to run deeper than mere physical attraction. Were they supposed to be together?

  She needed to go to the address on her driver’s license to get answers, but there was a part of her that almost wished she’d lost her license. Then she could stay with these men long term.

  Chapter Eight

  Kellan couldn’t let Jade go. Somehow he had to find a way to get her to stay, if only for one more day, without coming across as an emotional, clingy nuisance. He finally just met up with her in the hall and kissed her, loving every rapturous moment his mouth was joined to the sensuous sweetness of hers.

  “I don’t want you to go, Jade,” he murmured, trying to get tabs on his libido and emotions. She got him way too worked up. It wasn’t normal, but he sure liked it a lot.

  “That’s really sweet, but I have to go home.” Her entrancing blue eyes said she didn’t want to go either, but it seemed like her mind was made up…unfortunately.

  He sighed, wondering why his chest felt so heavy. “Will you at least stay another day with me? I still haven’t showed you Winchester yet. It’s such an odd little town. I think you’ll love it.”

  She laughed with that gorgeous mouth of hers and her eyes sparkled with joy, which gave him a light, contented feeling inside. “Thanks. I guess I could stay one more day, but tomorrow I really should get back to Riverside so I can find some answers about my past.”

  “That’s fine. I’ll go with you.”

  The doorbell rang twice.

  “Doorbell,” Sawyer called out from the other room.

  “Yeah, I hear it,” Kellan replied as he looked deeply into Jade’s pretty blue eyes, wondering if she’d ever been in love. He hoped not. He’d never been in love before, and he was starting to wonder if he could fall in love with someone like Jade Flowers. In all his life he’d never met anyone like her. Was it love? He really couldn’t say, but if it wasn’t, then this was as damned near it as he was ever going to get.

  He didn’t know if he’d ever really be the same after this. Maybe he was just too caught up in the high of this moment. Then again, maybe he would hurt badly after she was gone.

  “So answer the goddamned door,” Sawyer barked.

  Kellan stepped away from her and headed toward the entryway, rolling his eyes when he saw Sawyer with an open newspaper in his hands. “Well, I hope you just found Stetson’s name in the obituaries, ’cause I can’t think of any other thing in that paper that would be so important as to keep your ass from getting the door.”

  Stetson came downstairs just then. “I love you, too, Kellan. It’s comforting to know that you’d rather see my name in the paper than just face the fact that Sawyer’s lazy.”

  Sawyer grinned. “Calvin and Hobbes. Funny shit.”

  Stetson looked surprised. “How old is that newspaper?”

  Sawyer checked the date. “1995. I saved all the old papers with them in it.”

  Kellan rolled his eyes and opened the door. A tall, blond-haired man with green eyes stood on the porch. Kellan didn’t recognize him. “Can I help you?”

  “Yeah, I’m looking for someone named Jade Flowers.”

  Kellan felt his spirits take a nosedive. He was the stark opposite of gay, but even he could see how good looking this guy was. And he was looking for Jade.

  Fuck my life.

  The man’s eyes flickered past him to someone else. “Hey, princess.”

  Jade screamed, which startled the shit out of Kellan and his brothers.

  Sawyer threw down his paper and got up. “Son of a bitch! Is the Grim Reaper at the door or something?”

  “You?” Jade trembled violently.

  The man smiled at her. “Yeah, it’s me, princess. What’s wrong?”

  “You’re alive.”

  He nodded. “It took me a while to heal, but I’m better now. I’ve been looking all over for you.”

  She screamed when he took a step forward, and she hid behind Sawyer. “I killed you!”

  The man looked puzzled, but Kellan freaked. “You did what?”

  Sawyer flinched slightly and looked down at the quivering cutie clinging to him. “Ah, damn. The hot ones are always crazy.”

  “What do you mean you killed him?” Stetson interrogated. He came forward when she didn’t answer and grabbed her by the arm. “Get your goddamned hands off my brother and explain yourself.”

  Sawyer shook his head. “Why, Stet, I didn’t know you cared.”

  “Shut up,” Stetson growled.

  The stranger at the door looked baffled by all of this. “Take your hands off my woman.”

  The men all turned and looked at him. “What?”

  The man folded his arms and glared over at Jade. “Jade, do you want to tell me what the hell you’re doing in a house with three men? Crap. Four men.”

  Doc walked in just then.

  “Who are you?” Jade demanded with fearful tears in her eyes. She looked up at Stetson with pleading eyes. “Please don’t let him take me away.”

  The stranger unfolded his arms and held up a hand. “Wait. Are you trying to tell me you don’t remember me?”

  Doc spoke. “She has amnesia.”

  “That’s right, and anyone could just come forward and claim to know her,” Kellan said as he opened the door wider, “which is why
we should just keep Jade here and not trust this clown.”

  The man looked sympathetic. “My poor Jade. Come away with me and I’ll take care of you.”

  Jade went hysterical. “I don’t know him! I woke up naked the other morning, and he was just lying on the ground dead. I don’t know what happened. Please don’t let him take me away. I’m not a killer.”

  Sawyer folded his arms and sized the stranger up. “You got a name, stranger?”

  The man nodded and extended his hand. “Yeah, I’m sorry. It’s Bane Kennedy. I’m Jade’s fiancé…and her mate.”

  Chapter Nine

  One year earlier

  Bane Kennedy stared at the computer screen in an incredulous stupor. That was her—his predestined mate. He thought for sure his senses must be playing tricks on him, but no, there it was. He’d been waiting all his life to meet his special one. After a long, frustrating wait, he’d finally set up an account with an online dating service, hoping to broaden his search.

  Against all odds his efforts had finally proven fruitful. She was beautiful with her short, light-pink hair and captivating blue eyes. She had a nose ring and a few ear piercings, but that didn’t bother him any. When he took in the rest of the picture, he saw that she had a tattoo. Judging by her appearance, he guessed she probably had a few more in places he couldn’t see. What a delicious thought.

  Her name was Jade Flowers, and she was absolutely stunning. He never thought he’d recognize a woman as his true mate on a computer screen.

  He’d always imagined seeing her alone in a big, open field in the golden sunshine with her long hair blowing in the breeze. Her flowing white dress would flap in the soft wind and the thigh-high slit would separate to reveal long, sumptuous legs.

  Then, when he got older, his fantasy of meeting his chosen one became slightly less dramatic. He envisioned seeing her across a busy street in a crowded city. His lips would part slightly, and her long curls would bounce as she got out of a car. She would pull the tight little half jacket up over her shoulders, but it would do nothing to conceal the way her breasts bounced when she walked. Her nifty calves would have a nice diamond shape, compliments of the tall stripper heels she wore.