Hunt, Sofia - Riding the Circuit [Rodeo Riders 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)
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Jonah threw back his head and uttered a guttural growl from deep inside, primal and untamed. Her mass of red hair fell across her back and over her shoulders, reflecting fire in the moonlight. The same fire built in his groin to almost painful proportions.
He drew back, gritting his teeth from the steel control being exerted to keep from pounding into her. His hands rested on her sides, grasping her silky skin, and shook from the effort it took to hold back.
His heart pounded in his ears. Withdrawing with painful slowness, he slid inside her again, a deceptively slow, lazy stroke. She arched her back and moaned, grinding her hips into his crotch.
“You feel so fucking good, Jonah.”
“Babe, not half as good as you.”
Reaching underneath her, Jonah grabbed two handfuls of tits, squeezing and pinching. All the while, Mitzi squirmed and writhed, rearing back to press her ass against his hips and take him even deeper. He held on as she bucked in a wild frenzy beneath him.
Everything they said about her was inaccurate. She was far better than anything he’d heard. No wonder she broke the heart of every male lucky enough to fuck her.
As he watched her sweaty body gyrating with unbridled enthusiasm, he fell a little in love himself. Jonah gave as good as he got. He meant to take it slow, treat her like a lady, but the lady wasn’t making it possible. So he treated her like a woman. He rode her hard and rough, like a wild filly who needed taming. She demanded more, and he gave it. He’d always held back with women for fear of hurting them. But not this woman. She demanded, and he had to give then up the stakes.
She came first. Her pussy squeezing his cock tight with each spasm of her body as it shook with the intensity of her orgasm. He bit down on his lip, right on the edge. But he wanted to see his cum on her body, not inside a condom. It took a supreme effort but he withdrew and flipped her onto her back. She stared up at him, her eyes glazed with lust.
Ripping off the condom, he knelt over her tits and reached for his throbbing dick. She pushed his hand away and grabbed him, taking care of him in the way only a hot woman could. She tightened her fingers around his hard shaft and pumped him. A few strokes later, he threw back his head and let go. His cum landed on her nipples and ran down the swells of her breasts, pooling in her cleavage.
He sank to the bed and pulled her to him, sweat and cum mingled on their naked bodies. The scent of sex filled his nostrils, mixed in with the smell of animals and dust. He’d never felt this good before. They lay in silence, their bodies intertwined until she spoke in a husky voice.
“You’re the first man who’s interested me since Riley.”
“That was over a year ago. You don’t mean to say you haven’t fucked anyone since then?”
She smiled at him. “Crazy. Isn’t it?”
Not only was it crazy, but it scared the shit out of him, and he wasn’t totally sure why.
* * * *
Watching in disgust, the Enforcer crouched in the darkness. The slut needed to be punished, taking a man like that where anyone could see. She’d been warned she was being watched. Didn’t that mean anything to her? Didn’t she understand she belonged to another?
She’d given this man her body, which wasn’t hers to give. No, not at all. She belonged to the Enforcer, body and soul.
She’d learn her lesson.
Soon.
Chapter 7
“Where the hell have you been?” Riley met Jonah at the door of their trailer. Jonah’s clothes were rumpled, his T-shirt was on backward, and his hair stood up on end every which way. Jonah’s eyes had the glazed look of a man who’d recently been sexually satisfied.
As Jonah grabbed a beer and sprawled in a lawn chair, Riley’s knuckles tightened into a fist.
Jonah regarded him with the raise of one eyebrow. “What’s stuck in your craw?”
“What the fuck have you been doing?” Riley’s entire body tensed, ready for a fight, for that satisfying feel of fist meeting with jawbone, the flash of pain, the crack of knuckles on bone.
“What are you? My mother?” Jonah’s relaxed body didn’t invite an altercation even though his words did. Guilt flashed briefly in Jonah’s eyes, and Riley knew what he’d suspected was true.
“You fucked her.” Riley blinked and balanced back on his heels. He loosened his fists and drew in deep breaths. The fight drained out of him, and he sank onto their tack trunk.
Jonah stared at his beer and concentrated on peeling the label.
Riley leaned the back of his head against the wall and stared at the aluminum ceiling of the horse trailer. “Aww, man, you did.”
Jonah looked up, irritation mingled with guilt. “Yeah, so. You said you didn’t care.”
Riley crossed his arms over his chest. He drew in deep, calming breaths and admitted to the truth in Jonah’s words. “I don’t. Why should I? I was just worried. You were gone a fucking long time. I thought something might have happened.”
“Something did happen.”
Riley ground his teeth together. Jealousy bit at his heels like a cattle dog after a recalcitrant heifer. He hated the feeling. Riley never got jealous. Never. He had no right. Hell, he’d only slept with the woman once himself. A year ago. This was stupid. Yet, his gut twisted at the thought of Jonah and Mitzi naked and writhing under the moonlight.
“Hey, Ry, you aren’t pissed at me, are you?”
Riley shook his head. “I’m pissed at myself.”
Jonah narrowed his eyes and studied his friend. “Now I understand.”
“Understand what?”
“Why she’s considered so hot. The woman ruins you for any other woman.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Know what?”
“What?”
“I was the first guy she’s been with since you.”
Riley’s eyes opened wide. “What? Not a chance in hell.”
“I’m telling you the truth. She said I was the first guy she’d been interested in since you.”
“Holy shit.” Riley slumped into the other chair. He ran a hand through his hair.
Jonah leaned forward. “You know what that means, don’t you? We could both have her if we wanted her.”
Riley swallowed and cleared his tight throat. His cock hardened at the thought of the two of them with Mitzi every night, all night. “How big is that bed in her trailer?”
“Pretty damn big.”
* * * *
“You did what?” Tanya set down her coffee cup with a clunk.
“I slept with Jonah.”
“I thought you were still hot after Riley.”
“I never said that.”
“You didn’t have to. I have eyes. Besides, you’d been celibate since Riley.”
“I know, but Jonah—” Mitzi sighed and wrapped her hands around the warm mug of coffee. “I’m so confused. Jonah was incredible. Surprisingly caring and considerate, gentle, yet rough. I mean, he seemed to know just what I needed and when I needed it.”
“Just like Riley.”
“Yeah, just like Riley in some ways. Jonah’s not as serious. He’s a lot more playful. Riley is more intense, more consuming. But even after Jonah, I found myself watching the two of them today during their go-rounds. Sleeping with Jonah didn’t make me less hot for Riley. It made me hot for both of them.”
“Then do both of them.”
“Are you serious?” Despite what she’d told Jonah, she’d never fucked two guys at once or even allowed another guy to watch.
“Why not? You ever done two guys at once?”
“No, I’ve never given it a thought before.” Not exactly true. She’d thought about Jonah and Riley and her together. A lot.
“Get serious. It’s every woman’s fantasy to have two hot men all over her.”
“So maybe I’ve entertained the thought a time or two.” Mitzi regarded her friend. “Have you had two guys at once?”
“Not yet, but Armondo has a brother—”
“Julian?”
“You know what I’m afraid of?”
“What?”
“If I tried it, I might never be able to go back to just one man.”
“Yeah, I know. Once you try two, that’s all you’ll do.”
Mitzi giggled. “Can you imagine what my Daddy would do if he found out I was part of a ménage? Or that old prune, Ethel? I’d be stripped of my crown for sure.”
“Who says they need to find out? Your sex life is no one’s business but yours.”
“Yeah, but guys talk. Compare notes. It’d get around.”
“Do you think Riley and Jonah are the kiss-and-tell type?”
Mitzi considered that for a moment. “No, no, I don’t.” She stood and stretched.
Mitzi opened the trailer door to let a little morning breeze inside. A wilted red rose and an envelope fell to the ground. She picked them up and went cold inside.
Tanya saw her change in expression. “Another one?”
Mitzi nodded, placed the rose on the table, and ripped open the envelope with trembling hands, annoyed she was letting this bullshit get to her.
“What does it say?” Tanya fingered the rose.
“I saw you last night. You were a bad girl, and bad girls need to be punished. You belong to me.” Mitzi looked up as fear crawled through her. The realization stabbed her like a knife in the stomach. “My stalker can’t be my dad or someone working for him. If Daddy knew about last night, he’d be here first thing this morning sending my butt packing to the ranch.”
“You really do have a stalker.” The alarm in Tanya’s eyes drove it home even more. “You have to tell Riley and Jonah.”
“I know, but I’m dreading it. They won’t give me a moment’s peace. Won’t let me out of their sight. They’ll move in the trailer with me.”
Tanya grinned. “I know. You lucky girl.”
Chapter 8
Jonah pocketed the prize money he’d won from steer wrestling and coming in second in calf roping. It’d been a good weekend. Riley had won the calf roping, and they’d finished third in team roping. Thanks to Garrison who paid all their expenses, they socked away their earnings in savings.
Mitzi had avoided Jonah all day as they packed up their rigs to get ready for the next town on the circuit. She’d given him a curt nod, but other than that, she’d kept her distance. He didn’t regret their night together, but she seemed to have a problem with it.
Women. He sucked down a bottle of water, lowered the ramp on the trailer, loaded his own horse, and waited for Riley to come out of the barn with Loco.
Next door, Mitzi struggled to roll up her fancy awning. Jonah wandered over. “Need any help, little lady?”
“Not from you.”
“Now is that any way to talk to a man who made your night such a memorable one?”
“Memorable? I’ve already forgotten about it.”
Jonah leaned forward and blew on the sensitive spot in the hollow of her collarbone. She shivered. He grinned. “Hmmm. Seems your body has a better memory than your brain.”
“At least I have a brain.”
“Ah, honey, brains are overrated. I much prefer to think with my little head.”
“Now that doesn’t surprise me.” Mitzi met his gaze. Her brown eyes seemed troubled, not what he expected. The little minx usually enjoyed their sparring. Jonah liked that in her. A little clashing of personalities added spice to the sex. She stopped wrestling with the awning and stepped back. “Here, put your muscles to good use.”
“No problem, darlin’.” Jonah rolled up the awning and secured it. “Wait for us until you pull out. We’ll be on your ass all the way.”
Much to his surprise, she didn’t bitch about their plans. She just nodded and looked away.
“Is there something you’re not telling me?” He touched her shoulder and half-expected to be reamed out. He wasn’t. She lifted her gaze to his. Her stricken expression started his heart racing.
“Did you hear from the stalker again?”
Mitzi looked away. Her teeth worried at her lower lip. He found the action enticing. “He saw us last night at the corrals.”
“Saw us? Doing what?” A sick feeling invaded Jonah’s stomach. He hoped he was wrong.
“What do you think? Even your little head oughta be able to figure that one out.”
“Oh, shit.” Jonah took off his hat and swept his fingers through his hair.
Mitzi pulled the crumpled note out of her jeans pocket and handed it to him. Jonah read it. “Damn. He’s pissed. Like he thinks he has a right to be.” Their indiscretion could set off an unstable mind, especially when the guy was operating under the delusion that Mitzi was his property.
“Do you know what this means?”
Jonah frowned, not sure what she was getting at. “That we have a problem?”
“A big one.” She blinked several times, her big brown eyes moist. With tears? Mitzi? He found that shocking. She rubbed her eyes. “It’s not my father doing this. He’d have come apart if he’d heard about us together. He wouldn’t have used an anonymous note to get his point across.”
No wonder she didn’t get into their bantering. She had bigger worries. Now, so did Riley and Jonah. He’d never seen her look so vulnerable, not ball-busting, heart-breaking Mitzi Garrison. Jonah’s protective instincts kicked up a notch, along with something more disturbing that felt a hell of a lot like tenderness. Crap. He was a tough guy, a cowboy, a smartass, a smooth talker, his own kind of heartbreaker. He did not get tender feelings about anyone, let alone women he slept with. Even worse, women whose fathers hired him to do a job.
Jonah didn’t trust relationships with women. He’d never seen a good one, except for Riley’s parents. He figured they were exceptions to the rule.
His immediate family was as dysfunctional as they came, a drifter father, an alcoholic mother, and three older sisters who were in trouble more than they were out of it. He’d been the forgotten child, left to fend for himself most of his growing-up life. He hadn’t seen his old man in ten years and his mother in five. He heard from the sisters when they wanted something, like being bailed out of jail. He kept his distance to save himself because God knew he couldn’t save any of them.
Now Mitzi looked at him like she considered him a man to depend on. A savior. That was so not him. Not at all. Sure, he’d do the job he’d been hired to do, maybe take her to bed a few more times, but it ended there. After the circuit, they parted their ways.
No ties, no mess, no hard feelings.
Looking into her eyes, he feared they’d crossed an invisible line he never crossed. Except this one time.
* * * *
Riley lay on his sleeping bag and mattress and stared at the aluminum ceiling of the trailer. Up in the gooseneck area, Jonah snored away. The man could sleep through a buffalo stampede. Riley envied his buddy’s talent for compartmentalizing his worries. Yet, he knew Jonah’s avoidance of his problems only compounded them in the end when he finally had no choice but to face them.
Riley preferred to tackle issues head-on, deal with them, control them to his advantage, and move on. Only his current problems weren’t that simple. Mitzi infuriated him, drew him in, and made him crazy.
He hated thinking of her and Jonah together, yet he fixated on sliding into her warm, willing pussy while she deep-throated Jonah. The visual conjured up powerful images of double-penetration, of not leaving one inch of her body untouched, of hot, wet, wild sex in every position imaginable.
Sitting up, Riley groaned. His cock throbbed like a son of a bitch, and the damn thing swelled to painful proportions. Standing, he decided a trip to the bathroom on the other side of the barn was in order, and then perhaps he’d pay Mitzi a late-night visit to refresh his memory.
* * * *
Mitzi tossed and turned in her bed. She checked the time on her alarm clock. 1:52 a
.m. Damn. She couldn’t sleep. Her mind churned with fifty different conflicting thoughts. Sex with Jonah far exceeded her expectations. In fact, fucking him had rivaled fucking Riley, but it hadn’t driven Riley from her mind. If anything, she wanted him even more. In fact, wanted them both equally. Guilt overwhelmed her, as she struggled with the dilemma of being attracted to two men.
The only way she’d get any sleep tonight would be if she got some fresh air first.
Sitting up, she pulled on a spaghetti strap top, jeans, and a Windbreaker. Shoving some bills in her pocket, she exited the trailer. Just across from the rodeo grounds was a quick stop store. She’d grab a snack and hope the walk would clear her mind and let her sleep.
* * * *
It didn’t take Mitzi long before she regretted the reckless impulse which had driven her to sneak out of her trailer alone in the middle of the night.
She grasped the small grocery bag to her chest and darted across the street, trying to stay in the streetlights. Between the store and rodeo grounds stood several blocks of industrial buildings. Darkened, defunct businesses lined the strip of road.
She hadn’t banked on the nearest grocery store being closed, and the next one being so far away. Shivering in the cold evening air, she pulled her windbreaker tighter to her body. Her gaze darted to the shadows between each building and the darkened doorways. Mitzi felt like the stupid heroine in all those horror movies who walked right into the monster’s arms again and again.
She hurried her pace, wishing she’d at least remembered some kind of protection like mace or a baseball bat. She almost smiled at that visual. Baseball-bat-wielding rodeo queen goes postal and assaults a suspicious-looking bush.
Something banged behind her, and she jumped out of her skin. Casting a look over her shoulder, she didn’t see anything. Her heart pounded against her rib cage while goose bumps spread across her skin. Chastising herself for being such a coward, she tilted her chin upward and projected an air of confidence. Even so, she listened and watched for any warning sign, anything out of place or suspect.