Brianna's Sinful Cowboys [Casanova Cowboys 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Rhea Regale

  “Make her come, Ry,” Jackson said in a husk that gave away just how lost he had become. He rocked his hips, feeding more of his cock to Brianna’s willing mouth, eliciting soft moans from the vixen. “Give her a little release before we shatter her.”

  * * * *

  Brianna opened her throat for more of Jackson’s dick, swallowing him back as far as she could. The small sips of his cream slid down her throat, and she suckled for more. She tried to listen to the short exchanges between her men, but the sensations, the tingling heat, and the onset of bliss lapping at her pussy with each deft thrust of Rylan’s thick cock drowned out everything. She felt. She experienced. She was. One man filled her pussy. One filled her mouth. Her body existed for the sole purpose of accepting pleasure and giving pleasure.

  Sensation.

  The feathery brushes of fingertips along her collarbone. The possessive grip of fingers on her hips. Beneath the gentle strokes and touches, everything was about to crack and crumble.

  I’m breaking apart at the seams.

  Rylan spread her labia and pressed a thumb against her hard clit. Her entire body jerked. The low cry flooding up from her chest was muffled by Jackson’s cock.

  “Hell yeah, baby. That’s nice,” Jackson coaxed.

  Ohhh, heaven. Brianna gasped around Jackson’s cock as Rylan circled her clit. It’s fuckin’ delightful!

  Rylan worked her clit into a burning frenzy, pitching her straight into the rapturous swells of bliss. She bowed, liquid fire sweeping through her, coiling along every muscle and nerve, and snapping simultaneously. She cried out against Jackson’s cock, helpless to continue her deep-throat sucks. She writhed and rolled her hips, until Jackson pulled out of her mouth and sat her up. Her hands slapped down on Rylan’s chest as he shifted beneath her. His thrusts transformed from taunting to demanding, long and hard, the smack of their hips echoing in her ears.

  “You want both,” Jackson started. Rylan whipped his arms around her and tugged her against his chest. Jackson’s fingers dipped through her rear crack, spreading the cool lubricant against her hole. He angled her hips.

  When he inched his cock into her anus, she nearly shattered all over again.

  Without her vision, all she could do was feel and smell. The scents of sex and arousal lured her into a deeper level of desire. Every nerve along her skin, within her body, was hypersensitive, responding to each touch and glide.

  The way both men filled her to capacity, touching and rubbing against pleasure points she never knew existed…

  “Never want anythin’ else. Only you two,” she breathed. Jackson’s leg came against hers. “Jax, don’t be gentle.” She pressed off Rylan’s chest and dropped her head when Jackson sank himself to the hilt. “I want basic, raw passion. I’ll take the sweet lovin’ later.”

  Her men delivered. Jackson pulled her back flush to his chest, draping her bound hands over his head. Rylan encompassed her from the front, his mouth laying claim to her neck.

  They moved together in perfect synchrony, taking to her body without reserve. Each plunge stole her breath and unfurled a deeper pleasure. Hands, mouths, kisses, caresses. Everything enhanced the sensations of them pounding into her, shooting her so high until the only way she could go was down.

  She split and shattered, screaming along the vicious waves of her climax. Her men grunted and growled, but their small sounds barely permeated the thickening clouds of this extraordinary realm of rapture. Her body convulsed with the intense ripples through her pussy. She tried to breathe, but her lungs cinched and locked. Her heart thundered in her head and against her ears.

  Fire pumped into her womb, mixing with the searing heat her own body produced. The merciless friction slowed against her clit, but the continued thrusts into her ass held Rylan against her throbbing G-spot. Rylan’s sharp breaths splayed over her chest, the vibrations of his groans seeping into her skin and residing in her bones.

  Jackson broke apart, giving her ass one final, rough fuck. He pressed his cheek to hers and released a series of moans, his arms coming around her chest as Rylan wedged his arms around her waist. Brianna melted, weakened and still shaking as her orgasm subsided. She soaked in the heat that radiated off Rylan and Jackson, the strength and security that they surrounded her with.

  “Fuck, that was amazin’,” Jackson murmured. “Not sure I can move.”

  Rylan chuckled, lifting his forehead from her chest. He nipped her lip with his. “Not sure I care to move. I’m perfectly content where I am.” He kissed the corner of her mouth. “And with whom I’ve finally got back in my arms.”

  “Mmm, just keep holdin’ me. Both of you, and I’ll be fine for a long, long time,” Brianna said. She could barely speak above a whisper, her breaths still ragged and unsteady. Jackson unleashed her arms from around his neck and slowly pulled his softened cock from her anus. The scarf around her eyes loosened and fluttered down between her and Rylan. She blinked, taking a moment to bask in the sight of Rylan’s sweat-sheened face hued with rose, and his eyes shining bright behind the thin layer of euphoria. She glanced over her shoulder and received a quick, deep kiss from Jackson.

  “I’ll be right back.” Jackson headed toward the bathroom. “Oh, Ry. I wasn’t sure which key was for the cuffs. You might want to set her free.”

  Rylan leaned back, pulling Brianna over him. He rolled them until he came up on top and smiled down at her. She laughed, ankles locked at his lower back.

  “I don’t think I’m settin’ you free, Miss Cabot.” He leaned down and kissed her, each emotionally driven stroke of his tongue melting her into the bed. He lifted his head and peered down at her. “You’re a flight risk, sweetheart. I won’t be havin’ my woman takin’ off whenever she feels.”

  “How ’bout you uncuff me and”—she traced the arch of his brow—“I let you in on a little secret. Another piece of your Christmas gift.”

  “You, Brianna, are the greatest gift I could’ve received.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “I want nothin’ else.”

  Rylan pressed back, pulling out of her pussy, leaving her empty physically, but brimming with so many thoughts and feelings emotionally that she simply couldn’t unravel them. She didn’t care to, either. She enjoyed the view as Rylan stretched his arms over his head, the corded muscles along his biceps and back taut. He crossed the room to his duty belt, withdrew a set of keys, and returned to the bed, falling down beside her.

  He fingered out a single key and fit it into one cuff. “I’m not goin’ to let you leave me again.” He unlocked the second cuff and reached over to the nightstand to deposit the hardware. “A week and a half was a nightmare.”

  Brianna walked her fingers up his chest. She brushed her index finger over his chin and smiled. “I don’t ever want to leave you, Rylan. I love you. I love Jackson. I love what the three of us share because it’s genuine.”

  “Unconventional but genuine,” he agreed. “I love you, Brianna Cabot. So very much.”

  “I sure hope so, ’cause I quit my job and sold my condo to move to this little town called Ryder, where this one amazin’ man holds my heart.”

  Rylan narrowed his eyes. “What?” Slowly, he propped himself on his elbow. “You…?”

  “You heard me.” Brianna pressed him onto his back and straddled his waist. She smiled down at him, hands pinning him by the shoulders. “Jackson and I are movin’ to Ryder. We’ve got all our belongin’s in storage right now. It’s been a busy week and a half, but when you don’t have a job to go to or a mother to pester you, and you have a man waitin’ on your return, it’s amazin’ how fast things get done.”

  “You and Jackson had this all planned out?” Rylan laughed, folding a hand around the nape of her neck. “Where are you stayin’?”

  “Right now, we’re at Jackson’s parents’ place. Colt fixed us up with jobs come the new year. We’ll rent an apartment in the complex Jackson’ll be managin’.”

  “An apartment?” Rylan pulled her down to him and shook his h
ead. “Do you think that’s gonna fly with me when I want you here, in my bed, every night from this point on? I let you go once. Hell fuckin’ no, sweetheart.”

  “But—”

  “Rent the apartment if you want, but you’ll be spendin’ your time here.”

  Yes, yes, yes! That was exactly what she wanted to hear. She wanted to know that he yearned for her closeness, her presence.

  Rylan arched a brow. “Unless, of course, that’s not what you want.”

  “Actually,” Brianna started. She leaned down and brushed her lips to his. Elation swelled in her chest. “That’s exactly what I was hopin’ for.”

  Rylan divulged her in the kiss she taunted when Jackson returned to the room, and the bed.

  “I can’t get over how hot she looks with you,” Jackson said. A breathy laugh escaped Brianna’s lips and she looked up at Jackson. Rylan reached over and gave his friend a playful shove against the chest.

  “I’ll show you just how hot she can look if you’re wantin’ to jerk off watchin’,” Rylan teased. Jackson wagged his brows.

  “I think it’s apparent that I’m at the peak of hotness when caught in the middle of you two,” Brianna said, cozying down and spreading her arms for both men. Rylan took the invitation, nuzzling his nose to her cheek. She closed her arm around his shoulders. Jackson gathered her hand and closed her arm around his neck.

  “There’s no denyin’ that,” Jackson said. Brianna didn’t miss the shaded glance he tossed Rylan over her chin.

  Rylan nipped her earlobe. A faint tremor ran down her arm. His skilled fingers crept along her belly and curled over her pubic bone, slipping against her tender clit. She tensed, the fire she’d thought sated billowing back to life. “I think she might need a little warmin’ up with some of that sweet lovin’.”

  She spread her legs to allow Rylan full access to her pussy. “Ah, yes. You two can warm me up all day and all night. I’m here to stay.”

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Growing up, I was always the quiet girl who knew everyone but never quite fit in. I kept busy with dance, cheerleading, and numerous other activities. I was an overachiever, a hard worker, and very dedicated to anything I pursued. When I decided that I loved writing enough to follow along the writer’s career path, nothing deterred me from reaching my goals. I didn’t go to college straight out of high school, but rather focused all my free time and energy into my stories. Negativity could not steer me off the path of my dreams. It only made me more determined to succeed as a writer. Now, with a loving family, I continue to do what I love most: write from my heart and share my stories with the world.

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