Wreck Me, Cowboys_A Reverse Harem Forbidden Romance

by Alexa B. James

  I remembered all my fantasies of him throwing me on the table and fucking me right there, and excitement coursed through me. The tender flesh between my legs throbbed with pain and longing. I arched my back, pressing my ass against his erection. With a growl, he set me down against the counter and pressed his hips against mine so I could feel his huge length along my crack.

  Fear shot through me at the thought of that huge thing in my ass. Was that what he wanted? Was I ready for that? I’d just lost my virginity the night before.

  Sawyer rocked against me, sliding his hand over my breasts and up my neck, gripping my chin. “Now, you said we weren’t going to have to babysit you, little sister,” he said with a smirk. “So are you going to behave?”

  “What if I don’t?” I asked. “Are you going to spank me?”

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he said. “You’d enjoy it too much.”

  “You said you’d make sure I enjoyed every minute of it.”

  “All right, Princess,” he said. “If that’s the way you want it.”

  He pulled my chin around and kissed me roughly, his lips claiming mine and his stubble rasping against my chin. As he pulled my head back, my back arched again, and he groaned against my lips. In one movement, he released me, spun me around, and grabbed the front of my t-shirt. With a yank, he ripped it wide open, tearing the fabric straight down the middle.

  “Hey,” I protested.

  “I’ll buy you a new one,” he said, yanking it off my shoulders. He reached behind me and undid my bra, yanking it off my arm. Sinking down, he sucked greedily at one of my nipples. I held onto the counter behind me while he roughly sucked at the other nipple. A whimper escaped me, my thighs parting, aching for him between them. He slid a hand between my legs, massaging me through my jeans. I could feel my panties getting wet as he rubbed the seam of my jeans into my crevice and pulled his mouth back to blow a stream of cold air against my nipple.

  Then he went back in, giving my nipple one hard, quick suck. I cried out at the sharp pain that made my clit throb.

  Sawyer undid my jeans and yanked them down around my knees. He leaned in, his hands circling the back of my thighs and spreading them even as my jeans held my knees from parting. Sawyer pressed his chin as deep as he could get between my legs, his tongue sliding between my lips and tasting my wetness. A twinge of pain darted through me when his tongue reached the edge of my opening, aching from the pounding the night before.

  He stood and smiled down at me. “You’re nice and wet already,” he said, sliding his hand into my hair and gripping the back of my head. “Now get me nice and wet.”

  He pressed my head down, and I knelt and took his cock between my hands. It was swollen and rock hard as I bent it towards my mouth. I opened wide and took it as deep as I could, into the back of my throat. A slight, salty taste let me know he was ready to go, too. I slid my mouth along it slowly, giving him a little of his own medicine, and circled my tongue around his bell-shaped tip.

  He moaned, tugging at my hair to get me to stand, but I went in one more time, taking his cock deep. Sawyer’s fingers dug into my hair, but he didn’t dare pull me away now. I could take as long as I wanted now that my teeth were so near his gorgeous member. Letting my tongue play along his length, I slid it back and forth along the bottom of the head, into the little dent where I could feel chords of nerves bunched below the skin.

  “Get up,” Sawyer growled, fisting my hair.

  I lifted my eyes to his and shook my head, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips that were stretched around his girth. I let my teeth gently graze the ridge around the head of his cock, just so he’d know not to lift me to my feet. I wasn’t going to be ordered around. I wasn’t going to do anything until I was good and ready.

  “You’re really going to get it for this,” he fumed, then sucked in a breath when I gave him a good deepthroat. I pulled back, gave him one last suck, and let go.

  In one motion, he hauled me to my feet, spun me around, and plowed into me. I cried out, my palms slamming against the counter as my feet left the floor. My body tightened around him, the soreness still fresh from Waylon’s huge cock tearing me open.

  “Fuck, you’re tight,” Sawyer panted, wrapping an arm around my hips and drawing me down onto his cock as he slowly forced it to my depths. “I’d think you were still a virgin if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes.”

  “Seen what?” I gasped.

  “You want me to tell you what I saw?”

  “Yes.” Taking a shuddering breath, I pushed myself back from the counter, trying to relax.

  “I saw our little princess lying naked on the bed, begging to be fucked while my brother spread her tight little virgin pussy wide open so we could all see it one last time before it had been rammed full of cock.”

  Despite the pain, my body responded to his, my back arching, my legs straining against the jeans still binding my knees. I wanted to open further, to feel him even deeper. Sawyer’s massive cock slid back, then plunged to my depths again.

  “Doing okay there, Princess?” he asked against my ear.

  “More than okay,” I moaned, bracing my hands against the counter. “Fuck me.”

  He held my hips from smashing into the hard edge of the counter as he pumped into me, his hips slamming against my ass with each deep thrust. My opening strained around his cock, burning from being stretched so wide again. Pain from the night before mixed with the pleasure of being fucked so hard. Wetness coated his cock and dripped down my thighs as he forced his cock into my tightness again and again, grunting with pleasure each time he reached my depths.

  When I was about to burst, he leaned forward to match his body to mine. Bracing one hand on the edge of the counter next to mine, he held my hip with his other hand and moved slower, drawing out and then gliding back in.

  His skin was hot against mine, his bare chest against my back. Now that he’d slowed down, I took time to really appreciate the feeling of his cock stretching me open, the smoothness of it sliding into me. I arched against him, reveling in the feeling of his whole body against mine, with nothing between us. I’d waited a long time for this, and intended to soak it all in. I was finally being truly and thoroughly fucked, and just like he promised, I was loving every minute of it.

  *

  When we’d both come, Sawyer picked up the tatters of my shirt and patted me dry with it. “I guess I owe you an extra spanking,” he said. “Next time you’re naughty.”

  “There was enough pain today,” I said, gingerly touching myself.

  Sawyer’s fingers brushed against the skin of my inner thigh, his forehead creased with concern. “Are you sore?”

  “Um, I was a virgin yesterday, and now I’ve been with two guys, neither of whom were exactly tiny.”

  “Not tiny?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

  “Don’t get cocky,” I said. “Just because you’re…well…cock-y.”

  Sawyer laughed and picked up his jeans from a chair. “Things did feel a little swollen down there when I licked you. Waylon must have been too hard on you.”

  “I signed up to please three horny cowboys,” I said. “I didn’t expect it to be easy.”

  Sawyer grinned. “Don’t worry, I’m sure Holden will take it easy on you.”

  “You won’t?”

  “You asked to be punished,” he said. “You never asked me to take it easy on you.”

  “Now your true colors come out,” I said, grabbing up my bra. “And you owe me a shirt.”

  Sawyer tossed my shirt in the trash, still laughing as I turned to the stairs. I pulled up short, gulping. Holden was standing in the entranceway to the kitchen, gripping the doorframe so hard his knuckles were white. I shot Sawyer a look, but he only grinned in response. I had a feeling he’d known Holden was there for a hell of a lot longer than I had.

  “Um…excuse me?” I said, darting a glimpse at Holden’s face.

  It was going to take me a while to get used to the
fact that this wasn’t cheating. That the guys weren’t jealous, and that they didn’t mind when I hooked up with one of them only. I had spent my whole life learning one thing, experiencing one thing. I knew exactly how it felt to walk into a room and see the person you loved getting it on with someone who wasn’t you.

  But Holden didn’t look pissed. His eyelids hooded his eyes, which smoldered with desire. I gulped again. If I had been sore before, now I was having trouble walking. Now that I’d let myself get carried away with Sawyer, I knew it had been a bad idea. I was in literal pain. Yes, I had asked to get fucked by three cowboys, but now I just wanted to curl up and whimper that my pussy hurt.

  And I hadn’t even been fucked by the third one yet.

  He stepped aside without a word, letting me go by. I gingerly made my way up the stairs, wincing with every step. I wanted to call Haley again, but I didn’t want to whine. This was what I’d asked for. Hell, I’d even enjoyed it…until it was over.

  Maybe that was the solution. Stay turned on at all times, and then at least I’d feel good even if I was still in pain.

  Somehow, I didn’t think that was the practical solution.

  Still, I didn’t want to call Haley five times a day, whining about my first-world problems.

  Too many gorgeous guys are willing to share me, and I get them all. Boo-hoo, my pussy hurts.

  Not that Haley would mind if I called her. She probably wouldn’t think I was secretly bragging, even if I was, just a little. But she was busy saving humanity, and I doubted she had time to save my vag, too.

  I figured Haley had never experienced this pain first-hand, anyway. So I pulled up Google, my next most-trusted advisor, and typed in the real question.

  Can too much sex break my vagina?

  12

  Amber

  The next afternoon, I couldn’t help but think of Haley as I mucked out my very first stall. Not that shoveling horse shit reminded me of my bestie, because it didn’t, but because she was leaving for her big adventure. We’d planned to travel the world together, but now she was flying off to help people in Central America, and I was on my own adventure here. If shoveling horse poo counted as an adventure.

  I blew a strand of hair out of my eyes and went for a big pile of dung. I had to limit myself to one stall a day, because I couldn’t handle them all. My Pilates classes in New York had not prepared me for ranch work. But I was determined to keep trying, even if my shoulders knotted and my arms turned to jelly. If someone had told me three months ago that I’d voluntarily chosen this over the clubs and glitter of Manhattan, I would have died laughing.

  But then, I’d never have imagined Haley going off to help build houses for impoverished families, either. Knowing that we could grow up and grow apart hurt more than I expected. After all, I had three partners in crime now, not just one. But even they couldn’t take the place of Haley. I’d never understood girls who didn’t have female friends. I freaking loved Haley. I’d die without a girlfriend.

  Before I could talk myself out of it, I pulled out my phone and texted Natalie. She’d given me her number when she stopped by to help me shovel snow one day, and even though she’d slept with one or two of my men, I kind of liked her. Of course, as soon as I sent the text, I started feeling guilty, like I was trying to replace Haley. So then I had to text her, too.

  By the time I was done with two stalls, I was more than ready to go inside and sit in the comfy chair in the office and balance the budget. But when I stepped out of the barn, stinking of manure and aching all over, I saw a strange Jeep parked in the driveway. People around here loved to stop by unannounced.

  Well, no use trying to give a good first impression now. I strode over to the Jeep, trying to put off an authoritative air, like I lived here. Which I did. So it was totally within my rights to greet visitors when the guys were out. And I was covered in horse crap, sweating under my jacket from the exertion, and probably looked like a total wreck, so maybe they’d just think I was a farm hand. A farm hand still trying to catch her breath.

  I staggered up to the Jeep and grabbed onto it for balance, trying not to collapse from exhaustion right there. I should definitely stick to one stall a day until I’d built up more stamina. Or maybe half a stall.

  The window rolled down and a sunburned, college-aged guy stuck his head and arm out. “Is this Coyote Ranch?” he asked, though he must have seen the sign when he turned onto the long drive from the main road.

  “That’s the one,” I said, blowing hair out of my eyes. “What can I do for you?”

  A girl leaned across the passenger seat and grinned at me. She was equally sunburned, with a beanie pulled over her long brown hair. “We wanted to rent a place,” she said. “A little cheaper than Jackson Hole, right?”

  “And just as nice,” I assured her. I couldn’t believe it—our first renters had arrived. I gestured for them to follow, and I managed not to fall on my ass in the snow until the Jeep had pulled around the back of the lodge. I jumped to my feet and dusted myself off, then jogged back to the cabins.

  The pair were already climbing out, along with another two girls from the back seat. I was going to have my hands full tending to the renters and keeping my guys from getting any ideas. Maybe bringing a bunch of hot, fit college chicks to stay wasn’t my best idea yet.

  “Oh my God, this is going to be so much fun,” one girl said, throwing her arm around the girl who had spoken to me. The three of them tossed backpacks over their shoulders and headed for the little cabin I’d pointed out. The sight of them made my chest ache with memories of Haley, of the ski trips we’d taken in high school, the closeness we’d always shared.

  After getting the renters settled, I headed back inside. Later, at dinner, I decided to feel out the guys.

  “So, did you go greet the renters?” I asked.

  “Course we did,” Waylon said. “They’re staying on our property.”

  I rolled my eyes at the typical Waylon response. “And…?”

  He looked at me blankly, obviously not catching my drift.

  “They seem nice,” Holden said, his expression wary.

  “Let’s just hope they don’t trash the place,” Waylon said.

  “Amber put them in Cody’s cabin,” Sawyer said with a grin. “I won’t be too torn up if they trash it.”

  Holden and Waylon both smiled a little, and they all clinked their beer bottles together.

  “Good thinking, Am,” Holden said, bumping my glass, too.

  “What about all those girls,” I said, fishing for more response. “Three hot college girls…”

  Sawyer swallowed his food and set down his fork. “What are you saying, Amber? Are you interested in girls, too? Because I hadn’t really thought about that angle, but if you are…”

  “No,” I said quickly. “I’m a jealous bitch. No threesomes of that variety, thank you very much.”

  “Is there something you want that we aren’t giving you?” Holden asked, his brow furrowing with concern.

  “No,” I said with a frustrated sigh. “I’m not looking for anyone else. You three are more than enough.”

  “The same goes for us,” Waylon said quietly from the head of the table, not looking up from his beans. “You’re all we need, Amber.”

  “That’s what this is about?” Sawyer asked, taking my hand. “Amber, you know us better than that.”

  Holden took my other hand from across the table, and my heart swelled so big it blocked my throat. I could barely swallow as I looked from him to Sawyer on my other side. “You’re more than enough for us, too,” Holden said quietly. “We’re not looking at who comes and goes for a few days in the rentals. We’re not looking for something that’s here and then gone. We found what we need right here.”

  As his hand squeezed mine, my throat tightened. I nodded, looking down at my plate, suddenly ashamed of my insecurity. Of course they didn’t want someone who would only be here a few days. They’d sowed their wild oats. They wanted someone for
keeps. They wanted me, and it wasn’t going to change. I was going to have to get used to that and not let silly jealousies come between us.

  “I want you, too,” I said. “All of you.”

  “We know,” Sawyer said with a grin, releasing my hand. “What woman in her right mind wouldn’t?”

  13

  Amber

  The next day, I tried to call Haley, but she didn’t answer. Feeling dejected, I left a message for her to call or Skype me, then hung up. I had already taken care of the horses, but I had a few hours to kill. I hesitated a minute, then hit a more local number. I just needed to make a few friends around town so I’d have someone to talk to.

  I figured Natalie would be a good place to start. She’d never be Haley, but then again, no one could. I’d just have to be satisfied with Skype and the occasional visit for now. Maybe it was time to grow up some, but I would never outgrow my best friend. Even if I made a few new ones.

  “Hey-lo,” the voice on the other end answered, as flat and nasal as I remembered, with a midwestern twang.

  “Hey, Natalie,” I said, fidgeting with a pen on the desk in the office.

  “What can I do for you, Amber?” she asked.

  “Oh, sorry,” I said. “You’re probably busy, right? I mean, you do have a job at the gallery, don’t you? Or were you just there to unload? I don’t want to assume. Wait, were you just there to see the Westling brothers?”

  “I work there some,” she said. “My family owns the place. How’s things up at Coyote Ranch?”

  “Good,” I said. “We got our first renters, and they seem cool and everything. Pretty much what I expected. Busy college students, outdoorsy types. You’d probably like them. Not that being outdoorsy is a bad thing. I mean, around here, it’s probably a huge asset. You shoveled my driveway like a beast. In a good away, of course. Not that you’re a beast. Oh, wow, that came out all wrong.”

  Natalie laughed, much to my relief. “Still can’t believe you got Waylon Westling to let a stranger rent a cabin on his land. Hoo-wee, you must have a golden pussy.”