Sexual Healing [Contemporary Cowboys 1] (Siren Publishing LoveEdge)

by Natalie Acres

  He let her go at him for a good minute or so then he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back. “Did you ask for permission?”

  “No, Sir.” She seemed to eat up the idea of being spanked, enjoying a punishment.

  Without wasting a minute, since they didn’t have a lot of time, he helped her to her feet and pushed her down on the bed. He handed off his belt to Flint, now undressed and seated on the mattress. “Give her ten licks, one for each full-throttle suck.”

  “Full-throttle suck?” Flint groaned. Before he spanked her he said, “When you and I are alone, you can give me one of those without getting punished. I promise I’ll enjoy each and every one.”

  Tyler rolled his eyes and let his brother’s attempt to one-up him slide. Besides, they had mutually agreed to share her. They were entitled to devil one another here and there.

  Flint slung the belt over his shoulder and popped that sweet ass until her skin carried the thick stripes. After numerous slaps and a count of ten, he dragged her over his lap and framed her face. “Do you understand why you were punished?” Flint asked the right questions anyway.

  “Yes, Sir. I didn’t ask for permission.”

  “Right,” he whispered, rubbing his hand under her cunt. “So sweet.”

  “So wet,” she complained, rubbing her mound against him. “Can I?”

  Flint grabbed his wallet and pulled free a couple of condoms. He tossed one to Tyler and they suited up to play.

  Before the positions were discussed, Flint fell to his back and devoured her breasts, sighing in satisfaction as he indulged, licking one nipple before suckling the other. Tyler stood behind them, waiting and watching. Moistening his fingers, he touched the rosette between her cheeks, pushing them inside her, twisting and turning until he could feel the natural squeeze of her body, the way her muscles tightened and relaxed.

  “That’s it, baby,” he whispered, positioning his cock between her cheeks.

  “Ready?” Flint’s voice was tortured and raspy. “Tell me, Brianna. Can you take us both?”

  “God yeah!” She threw her hips back, forcing a deeper penetration than Tyler had first intended.

  At the same time, Flint thrust inside her and pulled back, allowing room for Tyler, too. In a matter of seconds, they’d set their rhythm as if they were riding a seesaw. Flint thrust inside her, moaned and pulled back. Tyler entered her, tapped that pretty little rosette and pulled out again.

  “You’re killing me here!” Her body rocked to and fro, she gave and took, but she tried to manage the speed and control.

  Tyler and Flint weren’t having any of that. They maintained their pace, sharing her between them, taking their own sweet time, making slow and easy love, taking that good and natural trip, the one driven by lust, controlled by desires.

  Brianna cried out for more. She threw her hips in a natural rotation, catching one cock up the ass and another thrust inside her pussy. Still, they wouldn’t take her together. They pulled out, pushed in, pulled out, pushed inside her once again.

  Tyler bit back a groan, his need suddenly overwhelming him. He mashed his chest against her back and pushed her hair to the side. “Now, beautiful. Come on, baby. Take your pleasure. Rock it out with us, honey. Make us sweat. Make us work for it.”

  “Tyler!” Her body writhed with satisfaction as Tyler slammed inside her from behind. “Oh God, Flint!” Her hips rocked to one side as Flint screwed her from the front.

  Between the sensual rotations and the whimpers between them, they fucked out a steady rhythm that left her sighing in pleasure while they screamed out her name.

  * * * *

  Jax fumbled the envelope Joshua had given him. He’d spent nearly half an hour pacing, looking at the name scribbled on the front. Jacksons. The information had been gathered upon his request but sent to all of them.

  Still, he wanted to read it alone. He had put this plan in motion. He’d requested the information and perhaps dug up the past when sleeping ghosts should’ve been left alone.

  He ripped open the envelope and pulled free a few papers. The first were copies of newspaper clippings, all of which he’d seen. The final three pages were references and summaries. In short, he discovered the truth—the truth as he’d already known it.

  Unknown individuals had used the Jackson property for making meth, realizing the vacated premises included a barn no longer deemed usable by the Jackson family. At the time of the Jackson couple’s death, the local police sheriff estimated it had been at least ten days, maybe longer since the barn had been used to manufacture meth. However, all the chemicals there made the property highly flammable.

  Jax’s father had been a smoker. The fire had started because he’d thrown down a cigarette right outside the barn. Jax’s mom had been in the truck and saw the fire start. She left the vehicle and tried to help, but it was too late to save Jax’s father and the explosion that claimed her life occurred within minutes of the fire’s start.

  At the end of the documents and provided information, Rory Matthews had written a note stating that at that time, Alberto Baldini wasn’t known to manufacture meth. At that time, his business was limited entirely to transportation and he was believed to use eighteen wheelers and cattle trucks to transport drugs and cash across state lines.

  Jax breathed easy again. Alberto hadn’t had anything to do with his parents’ death. He wasn’t sure how he might have felt if he’d found out differently, but for now, he was relieved. That was one bridge he didn’t need to cross, one he wouldn’t later have to burn.

  Still, Alberto’s absence in his daughters’ lives was enough for Jax to arrive at his own opinions. The man was a coward. He took care of himself while convincing his daughters he had provided well for them. Maybe he was right. Maybe his daughters had been much better off without him. At the very least they didn’t know their father for the hardened criminal who would eventually stand as the accused for numerous worldwide crimes.

  Chapter Seventeen

  “What do you know about the guy Coco is seeing?” Kane entered the kitchen where Peyton and Drina were making sandwiches.

  “I don’t know what you mean,” Drina said, fluttering her eyelashes.

  “Honey, those battin’ eyelashes might work on the fellas around here, but it won’t work with me. Who is this Brandon fella?”

  “He’s her fuck buddy,” Drina said.

  “Language,” Kane grumbled.

  “Can’t wait to tell Braden he’s wearing off on you after all these years,” Peyton said, slapping a piece of ham on a bun and squirting mustard on the meat.

  Kane’s nose twitched. He hated to admit it but he sounded a little like Braden. Clearing his throat, he gave Drina his undivided attention. “Should your father’s enemies go there—where Coco is staying—on a scale of one to ten, how safe do you think she’d be?”

  “A twelve,” Drina replied.

  “What’s this about, Kane?” Peyton asked, arranging the sandwiches on a platter.

  He frowned. “I spoke to someone who believes all of Alberto’s daughters could indeed be in danger. If that’s true, we’ve got two places covered, but one is wide open for problems. I’m worried Alberto’s friends may have been watching the girls for a long time, far longer than what we originally assumed.” He turned to Drina again. “How many brothers does Brandon have?”

  Drina dropped the tub of pimento cheese. She went pale.

  “That many, huh?” Kane snorted at that. “Given her voiced opinion on multiple relationships, I didn’t see that one coming.”

  “It’s not like that exactly,” Drina explained. “Brandon’s mother is crazy about Coco and she spends a lot of time sitting with her. She seems to enjoy spending time with Brandon and his brothers, too, but she mostly stays with their mom while the fellas are working.”

  “Is she ill?” Peyton asked.

  “Yes, and she’s a writer. So Coco goes over and writes down story ideas for her. She can no longer see to type them out or sit at her
computer for long periods of time and thanks to her medication, she wouldn’t be able to fully develop a story anyway. Coco made her a promise to take her ideas and develop them or sell them as a package since she has hundreds of ideas and Brandon’s mom seems to think some writers would consider buying them and developing them as well after she passes away.”

  “Uh-huh,” Kane said, not necessarily interested in Brandon’s mom. “What about the brothers?”

  “We’ve always teased Coco, but no, I don’t think she’s in bed with any of them except Brandon and maybe Kurt. He’s way too cool. If she isn’t doing Kurt, I’ll volunteer and tell her all about it later.”

  Peyton laughed.

  Kane snarled. “Something tells me Kurt is probably not up for grabs.” He walked outside and called Joshua back. “Send Aspen over to Blazier Farms. He won’t be able to miss the place. It’s right off the last exit at the base of the mountain. He can follow the signs. See how many homegrown boys live out there and get them well prepared. Coco tells half stories here and I’m assuming Brandon and his brothers have received the same.”

  “You got it,” Joshua said.

  “How’s everything else over there?”

  “Well, Kane, we were up in arms here about an hour ago. We were missing three, but they’ve finally arrived, looking recently screwed and smiling from ear to ear.”

  “Reminds you of yesteryear, does it?”

  “Tell me you didn’t ask for my help so I would be thrown in the middle of a similar past and forced to acknowledge I’m growing older.”

  “Not older, my friend.” He spotted Peyton inside the kitchen window and smiled at his beautiful wife, wondering how many times he might be able to fuck her before trouble arrived. He instantly pushed aside the corrupt thought. “With age, we learn how to handle our women and those desires that could’ve gotten us killed all those years ago.”

  “Kane, we haven’t dealt with an outfit like this. Tell me you went ahead and called the Feds in.”

  “I didn’t have any other choice. If we hadn’t called them, we could’ve been awaiting our deaths. After talking to Trixie’s men, we’re convinced we’ve bitten off more than we can chew. Kimberly’s men—Sebastian and Wyatt—gave Braden a list of names to call and he’s made the right connections. We should have suits here we can trust within the next couple of hours.”

  “I hope they arrive before trouble does,” Joshua said. “And I never thought I’d say this but I’m glad you decided to call in professional reinforcements.”

  “Don’t thank me yet. We still have a few hours here that we’ll be standing on our own. Get Aspen out to the Blazier place. Let me know what you find out. I have a feeling we may hear some noise tonight.”

  * * * *

  “Your sister must be out of her fucking mind!” Aspen stormed inside the kitchen and threw his keys on the counter.

  “What’s the matter?” Joshua pushed back from the table and Vicky turned around and watched him, apparently in awe of him regardless of his mood.

  At the moment, Brianna wasn’t impressed. She’d had about all she could take from the McKays. After her afternoon tryst down by the river, she’d faced twenty questions and tolerated several condescending looks. The muttered comments were infuriating, too. They ranged from, “Next time one of these guys makes your panties wet, change them instead of dropping them. It doesn’t take as long…” to “You boys better be drawing guns instead of wet pistols…”

  He thought he was f-ing hilarious. Now here the other one was pissed off because he apparently knew the truth about Coco and her men now. She was better protected than they were and he probably knew as much now.

  “Are they running drugs?” Aspen demanded.

  “Not that I’m aware of.” Brianna glanced at Jax. “I mean, I really don’t know!”

  “She probably doesn’t,” Jax said, pulling her to his lap and wrapping a protective arm around her waist.

  “They aren’t running drugs. They’re in the weapons business,” Flint said.

  “Weapons business?” Joshua asked, his gaze jumping between the Jackson brothers. “Want to explain that?”

  “Why sure, I can,” Tyler said. “It’s really quite simple. They run guns for the cartel.”

  “They what?” Joshua roared with anger. “Brianna, did you know about this?”

  “I knew they were a dangerous sort of family,” she said. “But Coco doesn’t talk about it much. We never see any of the Blazier boys at the house. Only Brandon. He picks her up and takes her out to his place when he wants to see her and brings her back when he doesn’t.”

  “I don’t really think that’s how it goes,” Aspen said, scratching and shaking his head. “In fact, I didn’t get that impression at all.”

  “How’d you know about their business?” Joshua asked.

  “They asked us to help them store their guns once,” Flint said, catching a scowl from Jax and Tyler.

  “How big is this business of theirs?” Joshua asked, directing his question to Aspen.

  “I’m guessing it’s quite lucrative. The place is like Fort Knox. I almost didn’t get inside to see Coco and while I was there, four burly-looking fellas hung around, making sure she didn’t feel threatened.”

  “That would be Zak, Liam, Dallas, and Nate.”

  “Why yes, as a matter of fact, those names ring a bell.” Aspen dragged his forearm over his forehead. “You tell Kane next time he wants to pass along a message to Coco to just call. I’m lucky I lived to walk out of there.”

  “I’ll pass it along.” Joshua stood, retrieved his cell and punched a button. He stood with his hand on his waist, shaking his head at Vicky. After a minute, he said, “Kane. Joshua. We got a big problem.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Jax looked like a god when he entered her bedroom later that night. Dressed in white terrycloth pants and bare-chested, he approached the bed with ease. Certainty was in his expression, assurance in every stride.

  “I thought you were standing guard,” Brianna said, putting aside the book she’d tried to read.

  “Tyler and Flint are standing watch with Aspen right now.” He picked up the paperback she put aside. “What’s this?”

  “A ménage romance.”

  “You don’t need to learn how to handle three men, baby. You already have that down pat.”

  She rose to her knees and massaged his shoulders. “Do you really think so?”

  “Hmm,” he crooned, relaxing as she worked her fingers across his neck and back, doing her best to release the tension in his stiff muscles. “I know so.”

  “Kane called the Feds, didn’t he?” She paused, noticing how stiff he was again. “I mean, if you don’t want to tell me, you don’t have to but I think they did. I think it’s why Joshua called Kane so quickly after Aspen returned. They know if the cops go over to the Blaziers’ place, they’ll take the whole bunch in for questioning.”

  “They’ll arrest them, Brianna. What Tyler, Flint, and I didn’t mention to the McKays is the fact that the locals have had knowledge of their business for years. The local DTF doesn’t try to approach them because it would be like trying to infiltrate a cult. They have no idea how much ammunition they have there or the guns they may have on hand or where the guns are going or where they’ve come from. It’s a very delicate situation.”

  “And if the Feds go in there tonight? Then what?”

  “The old woman will take credit for it and my guess is, the boys will let her take the fall. Still, it will cast a shadow of a doubt on Coco, too. Hopefully, Kane was able to convince his connections only those living here and over at your place need protection.” He moaned as she used her fists to really work on the muscles below his shoulder blades. “Everything will work out.”

  “How do you know?” She smoothed her hands over his toned back, loving the way he shifted as she rubbed him.

  Jax placed his left hand over her right and pulled her around to his lap. Staring up at him, she lost her
train of thought. The man staring back at her wasn’t interested in talking business. As he walked his fingers across the top of her soft gown releasing the top three pearl buttons, he made his intentions known.

  “I have time to love you,” he whispered, pushing her gown away from her shoulders and gasping as soon as the tops of her breasts cleared the material. “I want time for this.” He stood with her cradled in his arms. Turning back to the bed, he lowered her to the mattress, gently placing her head on the pillows. “You’re so beautiful, Brianna.”

  “I’m so wet,” she said, moistening her lips.

  “Somebody else worked you up for me today. Didn’t they?”

  She felt her skin heat. Was he jealous? Was he upset because she hadn’t told him and instead he had to hear about her afternoon rendezvous from his brothers?

  “You work me up for you.” She cupped his cheek and dragged her hand down his face. “Does it bother you that I was with Flint and Tyler without you?”

  “It shouldn’t.” He narrowed his gaze. “It doesn’t.”

  “Are you sure?”

  He took a deep breath. “If I had to share you with others, say cousins or strangers, maybe I wouldn’t be so willing to accept this but you’ve always been honest with me, with all of us, and we’ve talked about you a lot.”

  Her heart felt warm as his hand slid under her gown and he fondled her breast, playing with the fullness, dragging his thumb over her extended nipple, arousing her. “You haven’t had time to think about me since all this started.”

  “You believe that?” He pulled at her right nipple and she moaned, cried aloud with the exquisite blend of pleasure and pain. “You’re all I’ve thought about. I fantasized the whole afternoon while you were with them, imagined how they’d take you, where they’d take you.”

  He lowered his head and bit at the lace material, moving it aside with his teeth so he could assault her nipples with his tongue and mouth, suckling one nipple and then the other. “Tell me about it, Brianna. Tell me how they took you.”