by Jane Jamison
He ignored her, but even stranger, he wasn’t huffing and puffing to get her not-a-size-eight body up the ladder.
He was crazy to climb a ladder with her flung over his shoulder. If he dropped her, she’d land on her head, maybe even break her neck. If they fell, she’d land on top of him and crush him. And yet, she’d never felt safer than she did in his arms. Once safely in the loft, he set her down, then stepped away, pulling out his cell phone.
“Don’t you dare take a picture.”
“Hey, that’s not a bad idea.”
“Seth, I’m serious.”
“I know. Take it easy.” He had his phone to his ear and spoke, his gaze still set on her. “Yeah, it’s me. Don’t say I never did anything for you. But don’t think I’m waiting around for you, either.” He ended the call and slid the phone back into his back pocket.
“Who’d you call?”
“Jarrod. Stay still.” He pulled the rope off her, but before she could move, he took her T-shirt and tugged it over her head. His approval of what he saw glowed in his eyes. “You’re perfect.”
Perfect had never been a word she would’ve used to describe herself. Not with her curvy body. But she was happy to know he liked what he saw.
“Strip.” His tone was hard, filled with arousal.
Her nipples tightened to hard nubs as she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She let it fall to the hay-covered floor. Her pussy wept, leaking onto her panties.
“Keep going.”
Toeing off her shoes, she undid the button of her jeans, then slid the zipper down. Wiggling her butt, she pushed the jeans down until they puddled at her feet. His expression was hungry, urgent. Giving him a show, she stepped out of them, moving her hips in a slight sway. “Do you like what you see?”
She’d come to like her body, but a lot of men didn’t. Too round. Too soft. Their comments still bit at her.
He swallowed. Hard, like a man trying to keep in control.
If any man could wipe away the harsh words others had said, it was Seth.
“Are you okay?” She was only half-teasing.
He tried to cover his feelings, but couldn’t keep the sincerity out of his voice. “’Course I am. You took my breath away, is all. Don’t stop now.”
Slowly, seductively, she thumbed her panties over her generous hips then down to the top of her legs. The desire she’d seen in his eyes earlier soared to another level. He started unbuttoning his shirt, his attention never straying from her.
Suddenly she felt powerful, like she was the one truly in control. And she loved every second of it. He was giving the orders, but she was the one who held his desire in her hands.
He moved closer then motioned for her to keep going. She obeyed, letting him think he was the one who called the shots. Her panties fell to her ankles. She kicked them away.
She’d long ago accepted her body for what it was, but showing herself naked to anyone, especially a man, was still difficult. And yet, the way Seth studied her, his jaw clenching with need, her made her feel beautiful. Not thin, toned, or pretty by society’s standards, but beautiful just the way she was.
“I can smell your sweet juices.”
His whispered comment took her control and threw it out the large opening where hay was tossed out. She wasn’t the one in charge. Not when he could make her weak with simple words. “You can?”
“Yeah. You smell like honeysuckle, but with a tangy edge.”
She wouldn’t have expected such flowery language, but she loved it. Yet as much as she loved sweet talk, she couldn’t help but see how he’d react to a challenge. What would he do if she dared him? “And if I don’t want this? What then?”
“Don’t try and play me, darlin’. You want this. You want it real bad.”
Darlin’. So good. “What if I try and run?”
His smile was filled with the confidence of a ruler. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“I’m not?” Did he mean more than right then? Her heart skipped a beat at the idea. What if he wanted her to stay with him forever? What would she answer?
She pushed the ridiculous idea away. He and Jarrod had offered her temporary safety, not a lifetime together.
Guilt swamped her. She had to tell them about Jesse calling a friend. Yet a selfish part of her, the side of her that couldn’t stand losing them, not even if only for the moment, held her back. It was wrong of her, yet there was still time. She promised herself she’d get Jesse to tell them. Later, when the time was right. If he didn’t, she’d do it.
“No. You’re staying put.” He took his shirt off then wrapped the material around her wrists.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m making sure you don’t get away.” Taking the rope, he looped it over his shirt then slipped the knot tight.
“Are you going to lead me around all day?”
“Not around. But I’m going to keep you where I want you.” He tossed the other end of the rope over one of the beams above them then yanked it tight. Her breasts bounced as her arms were thrust over her head.
“Does it hurt?”
“No.” Yet a small flicker of fear whipped into her. “What are you going to do?”
“This.”
He took her breasts in his hands, his thumbs working their magic over her nipples. She arched, a natural instinct when his touch felt so good. Twisting the hard nubs, he added his tongue and his teeth, torturing her even more. Warm breath added to the delight as the breeze blowing through the barn teased her wet nipples. The burn between her legs seared into her as her juices flowed out.
Again, she moaned.
“Looks like I got here just in time.” Jarrod pulled himself over the edge of the hayloft.
“Barely.” Seth started along a path between her breasts down to her soaking pussy. He kissed her rounded stomach, flicking his tongue into her belly button to tickle her, then snaked a trail in the crease between her legs and her mons.
The sight of his broad shoulders was enough to make her body tremble, but seeing his head get closer and closer to her hot core sent a wild shudder through her. It was as if he’d made her come before putting his mouth to her pussy.
“Spread your legs, darlin’.”
She obeyed. Her hands gripped the rope, using it for support. “What about Jesse?”
Jarrod tossed his hat to the ground and yanked off his boots.
“You won’t leave this time?” She’d meant to state it as a fact and not as a question. But what did it matter as long as he stayed?
“I won’t leave. But I still want to hear the truth—”
“Damn it, Jarrod. Shut the hell up.” Seth’s tone was low, guttural. “Either join in or get out.”
Her gaze stayed with Jarrod’s. “Where’s Jesse?”
“He’ll be busy for most of the day painting the fence. Don’t worry about him showing up.”
Worrying was the last thing on her mind as Seth knelt in front of her then slicked his tongue along her bare mons. She was thankful she’d just indulged herself and gotten a wax the day before they’d had to flee Selena.
Seth pushed her folds apart and put his tongue to her swollen clit. She gasped, but the sound quickly morphed into a moan. He’d been right. He could make her moan, all right. A lot. Her body reacted, a myriad of sensations pummeling into her abdomen to spread outward. Her body shook, making the rope rub against the wooden beam above, sending dust into the air. He ate at her, drinking from her then running his tongue between the creases of her folds. Lashing his tongue over her clit, he had her moaning yet again.
A very naked and solidly built Jarrod moved behind her. She’d been so consumed by Seth that she’d closed her eyes and missed seeing Jarrod get undressed.
Damn.
“Gotta say, Amy. You’ve got one of the best asses I’ve ever seen. Remember how it felt when I spanked you?”
“Mmm.”
He nibbled at her shoulder as Seth nibbled at her clit. “Let’s give it another try.”
One, then two fingers entered her pussy, pumping into her, twisting to find her sweet spot. Seth covered her clit then sucked it in, pulling, teasing it.
A slap from Jarrod had both sides of her ass sizzling. “Take it easy, Seth. We don’t want her losing it too soon. I just got here.”
Seth let out a satisfied “ahh.” “We can always give her another one.”
Jarrod’s laugh drifted over her shoulder a moment before the third spank, harder than the first two, landed against her butt, making her flesh ripple.
Seth moaned, the increased the tug on her clit as his fingers toyed with her sensitive spot. He ate at her, drinking her juices then biting at her flesh. His fingers brushed the spongy area, moving just enough to make her gasp, then quickly away. He pushed her to the brink of coming then backed off just as she was ready to fly over the edge.
“I’ve got an idea.” Jarrod strode away.
Even if she could’ve looked behind her to see where he’d gone, she wouldn’t have thought to do it. Her body’s reactions, the incredible sensations tingling along her skin and inside her had taken her mind and turned it to unthinking mush.
She was all feeling and no thought. A woman caught in the hands of two alpha males who could control everything. They were giving her pleasure and pain, blurring the line between the two. Whatever they told her to do, she’d do it. She’d have no choice but to obey them.
A sting of a different kind skimmed along her shoulder, down the side of her breast then over her nipple. She cried out, more in surprise than anything else, and glanced down. Jarrod slid a silver spur over the rise of her heavy breasts, over her taut nipple, then on to the other nipple to treat it with the same tantalizing sting. She arched, daring him to press it harder against her flesh.
Seth’s fingers drove into her as he made a meal of her pussy. The muscles in his shoulders flexed as he worked her sheath, driving into her harder, faster. Although she longed to drag her fingers through his thick hair, she was helpless to do so. Instead, she spread her legs wider, going as far as she could, encouraging him to eat her.
She closed her eyes, giving herself to them freely as their hands, their mouths, and their teeth tantalized her body. She was so close to an orgasm, as though they were master musicians and she their finely tuned instrument. They pulled back, frustrating her until she was ready to scream.
“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
“Not a chance, baby.” Jarrod ran the spur along her skin at the back of her neck, tracing the path with his tongue. His cock pushed against the crease between her butt cheeks, demanding entrance.
“Gotta get you ready. Good thing I brought along some lube.”
Seth’s chuckle warmed her skin. “That’s my brother. Always prepared.”
“Damn straight I am.”
Taking the spur along her spine, Jarrod pressed it against her skin as he pushed her cheeks apart then slipped his tongue between them. He licked and nibbled on her, dipping it into her dark hole. She jerked as the sensation of having both of them suck on her shook her body. Jarrod’s tongue played around her tight ass hole, teasing her, wetting her as Seth buried his fingers into her pussy.
She cried out, bright lights flashing behind her eyelids. Having both of them, one on each side, using their tongues and fingers inside her was more than she could stand. She bucked, fighting to set herself free. If she were free, she’d force them to give her their cocks.
Jarrod worked her ass, his slickened fingers fighting against the muscles in her ass as he prepared her for his cock. He raked his teeth over her dimpled flesh then murmured how he’d soon shove his cock into her butthole.
When Seth stood up, she had to hold back the urge to shout at him, to curse him for leaving her clit throbbing without a release. He’d left her on the edge, but hadn’t pushed her over. “No, please. I need you.”
He took her by the chin and stared into her eyes, capturing not only her attention, but her obedience. She forced her gaze to his massive chest and the ribbed six-pack below, then down a little more to his erect and curved-just-the-right-amount cock. The tip of it pressed against her stomach, leaving a trail of pre-cum over her skin.
“Tell us, darlin’. What do you want?”
“What?” Where had that come from? “I don’t know what you mean.” Her breath was ragged as though she’d run for miles.
“He’s asking if this is just a stop-over for you.” Jarrod’s fingers still worked her, her butthole easing to his relentless pressure, as he stood, then made her look at him.
“I don’t understand.”
“We want to know if we’re just two cowboys who are going to be in and out of your life.” Seth lifted her off her feet, his cock positioned at her pussy’s opening.
She inhaled, her mind suddenly gone haywire with the tip of his cock pressed against the entrance to her sheath. Jarrod’s huge cock pressed against her anus.
“We want you. Both of us. But we need to know what you’re thinking.”
“I—I’m not sure.” She wrapped her legs around Seth’s waist, trying to make him push inside her, then jerked at the ropes, once again hoping to get free. “Turn me loose.”
“Say it. Say you want more than just a few days with us.”
What was he asking? She wanted to say yes, but how could she when she was still hiding things from them? For their sakes, she’d have to leave soon. Too soon.
“I don’t know.” She groaned, the sound animalistic. “Don’t do this. Not now. I can’t think straight.”
Jarrod cupped her butt cheeks, squeezing, fondling them. “She’s right. I’m not waiting any longer.”
“Fine. Then later.” Seth eased the tip of his cock inside her.
“Turn me loose so I can touch you.” She deepened her voice, giving urgency to her demand.
“No time. I’ve got to have you. No time to get you free.” Seth pushed his cock in a little deeper.
Jarrod spread her ass cheeks then pushed his cock against her asshole. He bit her shoulder, his breath flowing over her. “You’re ours, baby.”
Seth, his gaze locked to hers, ran his hands over her breasts. Cupping them, he sucked in a nipple and tugged on it.
Damn, she wanted them so much. The craving hit her even stronger, obliterating every other thought except to get them to fuck her. Taking hold of the rope, she reared back as much as she could. She thrust her hips forward, ramming against Seth, but he resisted, drawing his cock out just enough to keep only the cap of his cock inside her. He seemed intent on putting her through sheer hell.
“Please.” All her ache, her need was in her tone.
To her relief, he finally pushed his cock inside her pussy and brought his mouth to hers. He tasted yummy, a strange mix of something she couldn’t quite define. She pressed her lips against his as hard as she could, determined to keep him there. When he broke the kiss, he once again eased most of his cock out of her.
“You’re killing me. You know that, right?”
“Then we’re dying together, darlin’.”
“Fuck me, damn you.” She couldn’t keep the whine out of her voice.
He began to speak, probably to tease her some more, then said the best word he could’ve said. “Now.”
Whether he’d said it to her or to Jarrod, she didn’t know. Didn’t have time to think as he plunged his cock into her welcoming pussy. Jarrod slammed against her, his cock driving into her asshole, the front of his legs slapping at the back of hers.
She was caught between two rock walls of maleness. Caught between two men commanding her body, driven to take her at the same time. Seth picked up speed, his thrusts growing harder, stronger and faster. Soon, they came together in a matching rhythm, both of them filling her at once.
“Yes! Please. Go deeper.” She wasn’t sure if she’d spoken loud enough for them to hear
. Her voice was breathless, coming out in a whisper.
She moaned then followed it with another, louder plea. “I need you so much. Both of you. Please.”
They answered, pounding her, crushing her between them. Her arms ached, but it was no match for the delicious agony they put her body through.
Their grunts punctuated the air, setting up an accompaniment to her muted uhs. She was lost, a willing victim trapped between them. Her mind wouldn’t work past the ability to feel, to experience. She closed her mind and held on as they took her, claiming her as their own.
Suddenly her hands were freed from the rope. They dropped to Seth’s shoulders and she dug in her fingernails, needing to hold on to something solid. Then, reaching behind her, she brought Jarrod’s mouth and teeth back to her neck as Seth’s hungry bites nibbled at her breasts.
Her body rocked, her spirit soaring along with her need as sweat made sucking sounds every time their bodies met. She held on, the turmoil raging inside her burning white-hot.
And then it hit.
She was ready and yet still her orgasm caught her by surprise. Her climax exploded, breaking her apart a moment before she heard the men groan out their releases. Seth held on to her as he roared his climax, his body jerking with each spasm. Jarrod pulled out of her and stepped back, but kept a hand on her shoulder.
Together, they slipped to the floor, their bodies still connected. Her heart pounded against Seth’s chest. A palm over his heart told her that his, too, was beating fast. Jarrod inched his body closer, sliding a hand around to cup her breast.
They lay still, their breaths slowly calming as the horses in the stalls nickered and stomped their feet. Hay pricked at her skin, but she didn’t want to move, didn’t want to end their time together.
“Hey. Where is everyone?”
She sucked in a breath at the sound of Jesse’s voice.
Seth clamped a hand over her mouth and shot her a look, warning her to be quiet. She nodded then twisted out of his hold.
Jarrod rolled over, grabbed his clothes, and tugged them on. He tossed a nearby blanket to Seth who caught it and pulled it over them.
Together they hid underneath the blanket. But what if Jesse came up the ladder?
