Wreck Me, Cowboys_A Reverse Harem Forbidden Romance

by Alexa B. James

  But if I’d been worried that was because it wasn’t as impressive, I was in for a treat. It was every inch as spectacular as his brothers’, but slightly darker, like the rest of his skin. The shaft was almost as big as the head, without a thick ridge at the base like Sawyer’s, and the tip came to a rounded point.

  It was like a big, dark torpedo about to plunge into me. I swallowed hard, wondering if it would even fit. I’d never seen ones as big as my stepbrothers’—apparently all of them.

  Sawyer slid down his jeans, too, guiding my free hand onto the head of his cock. It was hard as steel and just a bit wet from his excitement. My own excitement grew, and heat blossomed between my legs as Waylon kissed my ankle, then slid his calloused hands slowly down from my feet, over my calves, to my trembling thighs. He cupped my ass in his hands and spread the lips of my pussy open with his thumbs. A sharp intake of breath crossed his lips as he gazed down at me, my whole body laid bare before him.

  For one second, I started to tense up. It was too much, I was too exposed, too vulnerable. They were all half-dressed and watching, and I was laid out on the bed like an offering. And they weren’t just looking at me like they’d like to fuck me. Their eyes were devouring me, thirsty and filled with adoration and admiration. I thought I’d drown in it.

  And then Holden took my hand off his cock, raised it to his lips, and kissed my palm. While Waylon kissed my feet, Holden began to kiss me slowly, and I relaxed. I knew I had nothing to worry about, that I could open myself, my body and heart, to these men, and they wouldn’t judge me for it. They would only love me more. They had opened themselves to me by admitting this fantasy of theirs, this lifestyle they’d craved for years. And I could give it to them.

  I felt the press of Waylon’s cock, the head huge and hot against my clit. Slowly, he pressed it down with one hand, coating it thoroughly with my wetness, while his other hand gripped my thigh. I let out a little moan, my whole body faint with anticipation and a tiny bit of fear. What if I couldn’t take his entire length?

  “Ready?” he asked, his voice rough with longing.

  “I’m ready,” I said, tightening my grip on Sawyer’s cock.

  Holden gently kissed my ear, his lips trailing along my neck. “Tell us if it’s too much,” he whispered. “You’re in command, Princess.”

  As the head of Waylon’s cock strained against my opening, I couldn’t help but wince. He spread me open wider with his fingers, forcing his cock against me until it had nowhere to go but in. I gasped and started to rise up on my elbows, wanting to see what he was seeing, as he stood over me, watching my pussy stretched to the limits around his girth. My eyes widened when I saw how much was left to go.

  “Does it hurt?” Waylon asked, pulling my thighs open wider. But he didn’t push deeper.

  “A little,” I admitted.

  His cock pulsed inside me, hitting my sensitive spot, and I fell back on the bed, a scream of ecstasy building in my throat. I didn’t care if he ripped me in half. I wanted that cock all the way inside me, wanted him to pound me into the bed until I couldn’t walk for days.

  Standing perfectly still, he licked his thumb and circled it over my clit until I arched up, trying to slide further onto him. “Fuck me,” I panted, fisting my hand around Holden’s cock as he lay beside me. “Oh, God, fuck me, Waylon.”

  Waylon’s hand moved to my hip, and he pushed himself deeper, deeper, until I felt like he was ripping me in half. “Damn, your cunt is tight,” he said. With a groan, he tore through my membrane.

  I cried out with a shock of pain.

  Holden stroked my hair back, kissing my cheek. “Just relax,” he murmured. “It’ll feel good in a minute.”

  “I’m almost in,” Waylon said, spreading my thighs as wide as they would go. “Just a little further, Princess.”

  “No more,” I begged. “I can’t take it. You’re too big.”

  He chuckled, but didn’t go any further. “I’ll wait.”

  His cock throbbed inside me, stretching me to the limit. I thought I’d rip open if he went any further. But once the pain wore off, his cock was still there, pressed up against all the right places. I started to get more turned on, pumping my hand up and down the two cocks I was holding. Sawyer groaned, gripping my hand to help me get the right rhythm. With his free hand, he reached down and began to palm my breast, pulling at my nipple until I squealed in pain.

  Holden’s mouth closed over my other nipple, and he began to suck until my pussy was wet and dying for more.

  Suddenly, Sawyer’s cock throbbed, and hot cum spilled down over my fingers.

  “Fuck me now,” I cried.

  Waylon rested his hand on the bed beside me and drove his cock deep into me. I cried out, not sure if it was pleasure or pain that had me unable to stop as Waylon began to thrust into me again and again. Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure and a pinch of pain through me. I pumped my hand faster and faster on Holden’s cock. His teeth grazed my nipple, and I arched up, trying to tighten my thighs around Waylon. Holden and Sawyer gripped my knees, holding me open as Waylon’s hips flexed. He drove his huge cock into me, filling me over and over.

  At last, I couldn’t take it anymore. I opened my mouth, then turned to plunge Sawyer’s cock into it, choking off my screams of ecstasy. My body went rigid, and I arched up, lifting my hips so Waylon could go even deeper. He grabbed my hips and slammed into me, his cock pulsing even deeper as he held me pinned to him, penetrating my very depths, his come flooding into me. I screamed around Sawyer’s cock, my toes curling, my heels digging for purchase, my body out of my control under the power of my orgasm. Blackness exploded behind my eyelids as wave after wave of unbearable pleasure crashed over me.

  Waylon’s cock stretched me one bit further as he pulsed a final time, and then he lowered himself onto me. His body was trembling, and little tremors went through both of us every few seconds. We lay in an exhausted tangle, his head on my chest, my fingers in his dark hair.

  Sawyer moved to lay on one side of me while Holden remained on the other, his fingers laced through mine.

  “Go get me a sandwich, woman,” Sawyer joked, his eyes shining. “We need to get our strength up for round two.”

  “Very funny,” I said. “I can’t even move, let alone walk to the kitchen.”

  “Then I guess I better go make you a sandwich,” he said, hopping off the bed and heading out the door. I watched the muscles in his excellent ass flex as he walked out in all his naked glory.

  I could really use a sandwich.

  I was going to need all the fortification I could get, if tonight was any indication. Winter had just begun, and it would last for months. And I was snowed in. Snowed in with three desperately horny cowboys.

  7

  Amber

  I expected the guys to be a bit awkward or standoffish the next morning, so I wasn’t surprised to wake up alone. I luxuriated in the big bed with all that space just for me. After cuddling up in a bed with Holden all night, it was nice to have the whole bed to myself. I felt like a queen.

  A really fucking sore queen. Oh my God, even moving made my pussy hurt. I thought of Haley’s brother and some of his douchebag friends at school who would tease each other by saying, “Ooh, does your pussy hurt?”

  But pussy pain was no joke. I felt like I’d been knifed, not fucked.

  Memories of Waylon’s huge cock splitting me wide open the night before made me go all hot and shivery, and despite the pain, I could feel myself getting wet. Last night they’d spared me, so it had just been Waylon for my first night. I gulped. I still had two cowboys to go.

  And then I grinned and burrowed down under the blankets, shivering with anticipation. I still had two cowboys to go.

  Everyone remembered their first time, but I knew I’d never forget mine as long as I lived. I may have been a virgin before last night, but I knew for damn sure I’d never be counted as innocent again. I had erased everything Charlie had tried to save for so long. It wasn’t h
is to save—it was mine. And I’d given it to exactly the right men.

  Eventually, I got up and limped downstairs and headed for the kitchen, ready to make myself breakfast. But when I got close, I heard voices. Resisting the temptation to lurk and eavesdrop—what if they were talking about me?—I strolled in, trying to look as cool as possible in a giant t-shirt and nothing else. I’d been expecting to have my usual solitary breakfast and coffee, not an audience.

  “Hello, beautiful,” Holden said, a smile breaking over his face as he strode over in three big steps and swept me into his arms.

  So much for awkward.

  “You stole my line,” I said, laughing.

  Sawyer was at the stove, turning eggs in a skillet. Next to the stove, two plates sat on the counter, one heaped with bacon and one with biscuits. My stomach growled at the tantalizing aromas, and I realized I was famished. “Hope you’re hungry,” Sawyer said, turning to wink at me. “We gotta feed our princess, keep her energy up.”

  “You better,” I said. “And I think after last night, I should be promoted to Queen.”

  Only Waylon didn’t speak, watching me intently with those burning eyes. “Are you in pain?” he asked when I sat, wincing.

  “Not enough pain to keep me from wanting round two tonight,” I said. “I want to make sure that wasn’t a fluke.”

  “Oh, it wasn’t,” Sawyer said, delivering a plate heaped with eggs, bacon, and biscuits with gravy. “Eat up. Can’t have you withering away to nothing.”

  “No chance of that,” I said, pulling the plate closer and digging it. “My mother would have a heart attack if she saw me eating like this.”

  “There’s a lot your mother would have a heart attack if she saw you doing,” Sawyer said.

  We ate in silence for a few minutes. I wondered which of my stepbrothers would fuck me tonight. Probably Sawyer—he seemed impatient. I was surprised he hadn’t pushed me harder last night, but Waylon had pretty much claimed me for himself. I was okay with that. It had been a night to remember. But what if, at some point, we didn’t agree on whose turn it was? What if I wanted Holden, but Sawyer was horny? Would I feel bad for turning Sawyer down, or resent him for taking me away from Holden that night?

  Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. My questions overwhelmed me, and I set down my fork and sat up straight. “So, about this whole three-relationships-for-the-price of-one thing,” I said. “I love it, obviously. I mean, I can’t imagine any guy wouldn’t want to have three amazing ladies at his beck and call. And I’m honestly shocked you’d even consider it, so there’s no way in hell I’m backing out now.”

  “I didn’t think you would,” Sawyer said with a grin.

  “But…maybe…we should we have some rules?” I gulped, looking around the table, hoping I hadn’t just said some deal breaker words.

  “I don’t like rules,” Waylon said, frowning.

  “We should have rules,” Holden said, his brow knitting with concern. “To keep Amber safe and comfortable.”

  I just about fainted with relief. They weren’t kicking me to the curb.

  “First rule is no one ever has to do anything they’re uncomfortable with,” I said. “And that includes all of you.”

  “Agreed,” Holden said. The other two nodded in agreement.

  “No secrets,” Sawyer said. “If anyone changes their mind about something, or their feelings change, we tell each other right away. We don’t bottle it up or wait until everything is too fucked up to fix it.”

  I knew he was talking about Waylon’s fiancé running off with the fourth brother, and I was glad it was out in the open. We all agreed.

  “There’s no pressure or obligation to do anything, not even once, or to keep doing something more than once if we don’t want to,” Holden said.

  “No score keeping,” Sawyer said. “We all bring something important to the table, no one is more or less than anyone else. We all take care of your needs, Amber, and you’ll take care of ours in whatever way feels right to you. You don’t need to worry about whether you’re spending more time with one or another of us. That will change over time, I’m sure. So just do what you want. Any of us will be more than happy to oblige you if you come knocking.”

  “And I’ll protect you and your secrets,” I said, turning to Waylon. “Nothing leaves this house. What happens between us is only our business, and we’ll fight to keep it that way.”

  “We will all protect you, Amber, come hell or high water,” Waylon said. “It’s not the three of us anymore. It’s the four of us.”

  Those were the sweetest words I’d ever heard. My mother had gotten her wish—we were our own little family now. It just wasn’t the kind of mother-approved family she’d expected when she sent me out here. But to hear those words from Waylon’s mouth made me release a breath I’d been bottling up. I was his now. He’d claimed me thoroughly and completely the night before, just like he’d promised he would when I was ready.

  But all his naughty talk about fucking me senseless wasn’t the only thing I’d gotten. I’d gotten more than that, which I hadn’t expected. It seemed that I’d also gotten his trust, his loyalty. For him to be the one saying I was one of them made my heart melt. Underneath all that grumpy might just lay a big softie.

  8

  Amber

  When the guys had all gone out to clear the paths and check on the cows, I put on my snow pants, parka, ski mask, and gloves and waded through the snow to the barn. December in Wyoming was no joke, and by the time I got there, my eyeballs had just about frozen solid.

  I stepped inside and made my way along, petting and scratching all the horses. Now that Grimes was gone, this was solely my responsibility. I liked that the guys hadn’t stepped in to oversee my chores. They trusted me to take care of their horses, and I was doing a great job of it. I checked the waterers to make sure the heating element was working in each so they’d have lots of fresh water to drink. Then I fed them their grain mixture.

  Van Gogh reached her head over her stall and nipped at my mask, grabbing it with her teeth.

  “Let go, you big oaf,” I shouted at her, but she paid me no mind and proceeded to pull the hat right off my head, along with a few strands of hair. She looked downright proud of herself as she lifted my hat into the air and dropped it back in her stall. Then she turned and snuffled at my neck like a big, gentle teddy bear that would never pull out my hair.

  “Jerk,” I muttered. “I’m not giving you a single treat today.”

  I climbed the ladder to the hay loft, which had once scared the pants off me. But I’d gotten used to it since my first time up here, when I’d kicked the ladder down and gotten stuck. I’d always have a soft spot for the hayloft, the site of my first blowjob. It struck me as I tossed hay down for the horses’ bedding that I’d still only had his penis in my mouth out of all three of them.

  But now, I didn’t have to worry about how long I had. I was staying here. Hell, I was pretty much stuck here. I really, really hoped this worked out, because if the guys broke up with me, I’d be homeless. No way was my mother taking me back now, after I’d ditched my flight home and thrown myself headlong into this.

  The memory of the night before made heat coil between my legs, even though I was still limping around. But damned if I wasn’t going to get my chores done, too. I wasn’t just going to lie around the house like a sex princess, letting the guys do all the work while I waited to get fucked until I couldn’t walk the next day. Although that did sound kinda nice, to be honest.

  I wasn’t actually sure if the horses could wade around in the three feet of snow outside, so I left them in. Since Grimes left, I hadn’t started mucking out the stalls, so I just checked if they were still good since the last time Holden had done it. Then I took off Picasso’s blanket to brush him and look for sore spots, but he looked good, too. I was totally going to be a full-blown cowgirl in no time.

  I was about to leave when I remembered my hat. When I stepped into Van Gogh’s stall,
she was standing with her foot right on it.

  “Bitch,” I muttered, slapping her leg. She didn’t budge.

  I sighed. “I’m not taking you for a ride until the guys tell me it’s okay,” I said. “And I’m sorry I called you a bitch. Happy now?”

  She snorted.

  I bent down and yanked on her foreleg, which she finally lifted. Just as I bent to retrieve my hat, she brought her big lump of a head down and gave my ass a little nudge. Just enough to send me sprawling across the floor. No big deal.

  I jumped up, looking down at the horse crap that had been right where my elbow landed. “Seriously?” I asked Van Gogh, who sniffled affectionately at my ear.

  “You’re such an ass,” I said, laughing and hugging her dappled grey neck. “I ought to kick you out in the snow for that.” I couldn’t stay mad at the dumb horse though I was pretty sure she’d done that on purpose. I headed inside to throw my parka in the wash. I may have still been learning ranch life, but I knew how to pick myself up after my mishaps now.

  After I started the laundry, I realized I hadn’t checked my phone all day. And I had a best friend to call, one who was probably wondering why I’d never shown up in New York. One who would definitely want to hear about last night.

  The second she answered, I shrieked, “I got laid!”

  “Hold on, I thought I saw Amber’s number on my phone, but this must be someone else. Because I think I just heard the voice of a hymen-less woman.”

  “You did,” I said, bouncing up and down on the bed. Ouch. That hurt a little.

  “So, tell me all about it…” she prompted.

  “It was totally time. I mean, hymens are so yesterday.”

  “Literally,” she said. “What happened? Last time I talked to you, you were heading back here and never speaking to the Westling boys again. And now you’ve been de-virginated—I assume by one of them? I mean, if it was the Uber driver, hey, that’s cool, too. Or some rando on the airplane. I won’t lie, I’ve always wanted to be a member of the Mile High Club myself.”