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

by Natalie Acres

  “None of that matters though, Gemma. The only reason I brought any of this up is because of the obvious. You want to party. You’re young and you should have that right. Let your sister have a chance at a solid foundation, some real support behind her during her teenage years. More importantly, let the Cartwells keep her safe. This is the right thing to do. It’s not about winning or losing.”

  “Who said anything about winning?” Gemma snapped.

  “I knew your mother and your father.” Vicky took a deep breath. “Kane and Peyton won’t say this but I’m an outsider and I don’t care to call an ace an ace. Your father was always concerned with winning. He wanted to be better than the next guy and honey, he didn’t care who he took down with him as long as he got what he wanted, what he felt he deserved.”

  “And is that so bad?”

  “Right now? With your lives in danger? Yes. It’s not just bad. It’s terrifying. In this situation, if you don’t win, you die. And while I would love to see all of you move to Fletcher, I know you won’t do that, but don’t make a choice for a child. Let Nory go for a short period of time. When she’s older, she’ll probably come back here and hopefully by then things will be better for all of you.”

  “Give us a minute.” Brianna motioned for her sisters and pulled Jax aside, too. A few seconds after they closed the door to the study, Tyler and Flint entered. She realized then she’d made a grave mistake by only dragging Jax along for the discussion. “What do you think I should do?” She still directed the question to Jax. Hell, she couldn’t worry about playing favorites then. Her sister’s life wasn’t about taking polls. She was turning to Jax because he knew her family’s history and he’d stayed with the Feds as they’d walked around collecting evidence.

  “I think it’s very dangerous here.” He glanced at Gemma and Drina. “Come on, ladies. You want what all young women want at your ages. You want to run, live life, be wild, do things on your terms. So do them. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

  “I’m willing to sacrifice for Nory.”

  “You may be willing to sacrifice for Nory, but Gemma, are you really willing to ask her to sacrifice for you?”

  * * * *

  Hours later they watched everyone leave. Since the Jacksons’ place was a crime scene, they couldn’t go back there right away so the Jackson brothers would be staying with Brianna. Prior to the Cartwell’s departure, Gemma and Drina had called Nory and asked her what she thought about staying with the Cartwells permanently. She immediately rambled off a long list of things she wanted from home and told them she’d come and see them soon and they could call anytime. After they hung up, Nory called Brianna’s phone.

  “Do you think I’m doing the right thing, Brie?”

  “Yes, Nory. I do.”

  “Can I ask you something?”

  “Sure, honey. What is it?”

  “Are you doing the nasty with three guys?” Nory’s bubbly personality resonated through the phone.

  The three in question turned around and ogled her, apparently interested in her reply.

  “We’ll talk about it when we see each other.”

  “Okay. Then can I ask you another question?”

  “Sure.” She then mouthed to her men, “What was I supposed to say?”

  Jax shrugged. Tyler laughed and Flint said, “Maybe you should put her on speaker and let us handle the next question.”

  “Funny,” she mouthed.

  “Okay,” Nory said. “Are you sitting down because this one is a humdinger and I’m pretty sure no one has figured it out yet, except me, of course, but since I’m not there and you are—we should probably talk about this.”

  “I’m listening, little sister.”

  “Okay, you know how Coco always says she and Brandon are just friends? Well. They’re bumping buddies. You know, the f-word but I’m not going to say it because I don’t know what the ground rules are here. Anyway, you knew that part, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay, answer a question for me. Is she doing all ten of his brothers or just a few of them or just Brandon or—”

  “I think that’s probably one you should ask Coco.”

  “You’re probably right. Okay, I’ll call her right now and get back with you.” The line went dead and Brianna turned to face a very amused bunch. “What? Don’t look at me like I had something to do with that!”

  “Did I detect determination in the kid’s voice?” Tyler asked.

  “She’s probably gonna call her,” Flint said.

  “And I hope she does. Eventually, a woman with several men has to come out of the closet.”

  “Are you ready to step out of that proverbial closet, Miss Baldini?”

  She flung her arms around Jax’s neck and peppered his lips with her kiss before doing the same to her other two men. “I’d go anywhere with you!”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Three hours later at Paddles and Picnics

  “What was I thinking?” She stood there staring up at the elevated platforms, quite embarrassed by what she was watching and who. Never mind the fact she was wearing a fetish-style, short, black leather dress with a net top that showcased her cleavage.

  “What was it you were saying about stepping out of the closet?” Tyler took a drink of his beer.

  “I meant as in us, not as in them.”

  High above them on one circular display, Vicky was down on her knees, rubbing her hand up and down Joshua McKay’s cock and asking him to ‘reward’ her for good behavior. Thanks to the positioning of the microphones, the crowd heard the exchange between Dominant and submissive. A resounding slap earned cheers from the audience and Brianna glanced at the other show in progress.

  “Oh my f-ing damn. Do you know who that is?”

  “Looks like Kane and Peyton to me,” Jax said.

  “We’ve got to get out of here,” she said, bunching his shirt at the collar and pulling him toward the exit.

  “Hang on there, beautiful,” he said, placing his hands over hers. “Let’s see where this is heading.”

  “No. Let’s not! This is so…wrong!”

  “There’s nothing wrong about that,” Tyler said, seemingly impressed with the couples’ outward expression of love and affection.

  Peyton took her spankings like a champ, asked for more, promised to be good, and then suddenly gasped.

  “What is it?” Kane’s voice filled the air.

  “Kane, look!”

  About that time, Joshua, Aspen, and Vicky pivoted to the left and apparently spotted them, too.

  As if their response had been well rehearsed, the Jackson brothers wiggled their fingers in a silly little wave. Brianna closed her eyes and tossed up her hand, starting for the door.

  She had never been so embarrassed in all her life!

  “See, Kane, what’d I tell you. Our daughters and apparently their cousins, too, think they were hatched, not born.”

  “What do you say we practice the old-fashioned way.” His voice carried through the crowd. “Then we can put all speculation to rest.”

  “Sounds like a good plan, Cartwell!” Jax threw up his hand and waved. “And don’t let us stop you, we won’t be staying tonight.”

  A few moments later, Brianna’s men caught up to her in the parking lot. They were laughing and ribbing one another as they approached her.

  “This is not funny, guys.”

  “What’s wrong, baby?” Jax asked, slipping his arm around her shoulders. “They have a right to come out and strut their stuff just like we do.”

  “They’re old!”

  “Old?” Jax laughed. “They’re not old. They’re seasoned, experienced.”

  “He’s right,” Tyler said. “And I don’t blame them. Their women are hot and look as good as some of the younger women in there.”

  “You did not just call my second cousin’s wife hot.”

  “She is,” Flint said, clearly deviling her.

  “But not as hot as you are,” Jax
said, pushing her up against the side of the building.

  “He’s right,” Tyler said, closing the distance between them, too. “You’re scorching hot.”

  “Smoldering,” Flint agreed.

  “Burning the tips right off the flames.” Jax moistened his lips and placed one hand flat against her stomach and the other against the building, right next to her head.

  “You guys can’t be serious.” She glanced down and noticed the thick bulges in their jeans. “Here?”

  “You’re out of the closet, sub.” Jax unzipped his fly. “Remember?”

  “And there’s no way in hell we’re letting you go back in,” Tyler said, standing to her left as Flint took a position at the right.

  “Besides, you’re the one who slipped on the little black dress tonight.” He lowered his lips to hers. “And I’m betting you aren’t wearing any panties.”

  “If I said I am, would that slow you down?”

  “Not even for a second.” He picked her up, pushing his hands up her thighs and grabbing hold of her bare cheeks. “God, yeah. This is what I like about you.”

  “What’s that?” She closed her eyes and accepted his warm kisses, the ones he placed at her ear, slipped down her neck, and eventually left on the fullness of her breasts.

  “Spontaneity,” he whispered, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth as his fingers spread and probed her.

  “No.” She shook her head. “I’m not spontaneous.”

  “You’re not?” Jax shifted his weight forward.

  His penis nudged her wet opening and she moaned, realizing then there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do for these men, her men, her lovers.

  “That’s my girl,” Jax said, lifting her bottom and plowing inside her pussy with one good thrust. “God bless, baby. You’re always so fucking ready for me.”

  His hips jerked and he found a quick pace, one that she thought would leave her finished, leave her in complete ruins, in a matter of a few minutes. Instead, he took her there against that wall, loving her for all to see, for anyone to witness.

  He was unhurried, not at all in a rush, and he screwed her for what seemed like minutes, hours, maybe even days. His body was an instrument of refined pleasure, giving and taking, receiving and contributing. He used her for his satisfaction, but in turn he made her into this insatiable little wench, a vixen as he’d so lovingly called her on more than one occasion.

  She was loved well, fucked like no one was watching. And after he finished her, Tyler and Flint took their turns, each showing her what it was like to lose control, to grab life by the horns and just ride the hell out of a good time.

  “I’m in love,” she whispered as Flint pushed her chest against the wall and took her from behind, gripping her hips and slamming inside her while Tyler spanked her ass.

  A shiver of excitement ran over her as an eighteen wheeler passed, and the driver honked his horn and yelled out a few obscenities.

  Instead of being offended, she took his words as a compliment and undulated in Flint’s arms, bucking back, slamming against him, and begging for more. And there would be a lifetime of “more” to anticipate, something she considered as they drove her home later that night.

  “Did you think I looked sexy?” she asked, looking up at Jax as he combed his fingers through her hair.

  “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”

  “Do you think we’ll be like them when we’re older?”

  “Who? Kane and Peyton? Vicky and her husbands?”

  “Yes.” She closed her eyes, already dreaming of a beautiful future.

  “Yes, baby,” Jax said, kissing her forehead. “I think we’ll be chasing one another around in our wheelchairs asking the assisted living staff for a field trip to the closest fetish club.”

  She sighed and curled up in his arms. “That sounds like a beautiful plan and I think you’re right.”

  THE END

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