by Unknown
The temptation of her lips drew him. He pressed his mouth against hers and ran his tongue over the surface of her lips, coaxing the response he wanted from her. Her sigh sent shivers down his spine. The brush of her tongue along his drew his balls up tight against his groin. If he didn't hurry her along, he'd blow long before she did—and that wasn't acceptable to him. With a swivel of his hips and a faster pace, she started to whimper into his mouth. He reached between them and raked his fingernail over her clit. Her pussy quivered as her climax built and he could feel every clasp of her pussy and every quiver of the walls of her vagina. When her orgasm hit, he careened over the edge right along with her.
Beau shuddered several times while their mutual climax cooled. Realization hit him square in the chest. He'd forgotten the condom. "Shit, Emma. God, I'm sorry. I've never ever lost control like that before," he said, dropping his forehead to her shoulder.
"What?" she asked, running her fingers through his hair and down his back.
"I forgot the condom." He rolled off of her and threw his arm across his eyes. "Damn it!"
"What's wrong, Beau?" Brandon asked from the bathroom doorway.
He'd completely forgotten his brother was even in the room while he made love to Emma, but now he felt like shit. How in the hell had he forgotten to put on the condom?
"Beau?"
"Yeah?" he replied, not meeting her gaze. Guilt and remorse clouded the excitement of making love to Emma.
"I'm clean, and I'm on the pill."
Leave it to her to make him feel better. He should be the one comforting her—insisting he didn't have any kind of diseases she would need to worry about, and if by some odd stroke of luck he got her pregnant, he'd do the right thing by her. Glancing across the room, he noticed Brandon had disappeared back inside the bathroom and shut the door. Coward.
He reached over, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her up against his side. "I should be comfortin' you. Not the other way around."
With her head resting on his chest and her fingers slipping through the hair scattered over his skin, he could almost lose himself in her and the odd notion of a future with her. He'd never thought about a future with a bed partner before, and the thought of having Emma for more than a few nights confused him.
"We all make mistakes, Beau. You're human, just like me."
"No, you're perfect." How could Emma think she was anything, but ideal? From everything he'd seen of her with her friends and family, she cared with her whole heart—taking on things most people would have let others deal with.
She propped herself up on her elbow and stared down at him. "Yeah—whatever. I'm not perfect. Not even close. I make mistakes all the time."
"Like what?"
Her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth, and he had the insane urge to bite it and pull it into his mouth.
"Well, even though I ride barrels during the rodeo events, I don't practice like I should."
He almost rolled his eyes, but he couldn't stop the small smile on his lips.
"I'm a terrible sister."
"How so?"
"I know my sister Elizabeth told someone about you and Brandon being out at our house. When I saw her this afternoon, I chewed her out for blabbing."
"I'm sure she's worried about you," he said, wondering why she wanted to hide their relationship. Relationship? This isn't a relationship. It's a few fun filled nights with a hot woman.
Emma slipped her fingers down his side and back up, and his body couldn't help but respond to the intimate touch.
"I know, but I didn't have to jump all over her for it." She glanced up and stared right into his eyes. "How many women have you and Brandon shared?"
I think my world narrowed to a small shaft of light I should be runnin' for to save my ass. The last thing she needs to know is how many women Brandon and I have shared.
"Um, I don't know. Why?" he croaked.
Most people looked stupid doing the one-shoulder shrug, but on Emma, it looked cute. Everything about her screamed 'keeper.' No, not after only knowing her two days.
"I'm curious, I guess. It's not like I do this sort of thing all the time," she replied, swirling her finger through his chest hair. "You two seem to have the whole thing down to a science." She sat up and pulled her knees to her chest. "I don't really know anything about you."
"Sure you do. You're a Brandon Tucker fan. Take all his information and multiple it times two."
"Not true, Beau. You two may look alike, but you're nothin' like him." Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, she continued. "Tell me about Beau Tucker. Tell me the things you like to do, things you enjoy."
She can see that? No one's ever figured that out before.
"Okay. I don't know how much you know about Brandon outside of what the media gives you, so I'll start from the beginning." He scooted up and leaned back against the headboard. "I'm ten minutes older than Brandon. I guess you could say that's why I feel obligated to take care of him. Our parents own some ranch land up near Sun Prairie."
"Go on," she whispered, lying down next to him and putting her head on his chest again.
He loved having her this close, her breasts pressed against his side, the warmth of her skin scorching him like a branding iron.
"We did the cattle thing during high school and for a little while afterwards, but Brandon always had talent. He could sing the hell out of any country tune he heard, and he did. Rodeos, festivals, weddings—you name it, he sang at it. Then, one day, he got this bright idea to start playing in a couple of bars as their house band. A couple of his buddies played instruments, so they started up a band and got a few gigs around home. After a while, he branched out and started getting dates all over the country. One night, when he was doing a show in Nashville at one of the dive honky-tonks, a record guy came up to him after his show and told him he wanted to see him in his office the next day. Brandon almost blew the guy off."
"Seriously? He could have killed his career."
"Yeah. He told me about the guy later that night and I convinced him to go see him the next day. Brandon always wanted to be a country star, and now he is. I told him I'd be there with him, for however long the ride lasted."
"What about you? I'm sure you have dreams of your own."
Silence stretched between them for some time while he argued with himself about telling her his heart's desire. The words he'd refused to utter for the last six years hovered on the tip of his tongue. Would it be safe to tell her and expose all my hopes and dreams—things I couldn't even share with Brandon earlier when he asked?
"I…"
Brandon opened the bathroom door and said, "Are you two done shootin' the shit out here? I'm tired of hangin' out in the bathroom. I need some sleep if I'm going to keep up my energy for Emma's tutelage in threesomes."
"There is another bed, Brandon," she replied, glaring daggers at him. "Maybe Beau and I would like to talk for a while."
Brandon snorted. "Fine. I would have rather curled up behind you while I slept, but since you two seem to have this need to yak, I'll grab the other bed."
"He can be such an ass," she murmured.
"Yes, he can."
"As you were saying," she said, encouraging him to take up where their conversation had lagged when Brandon came out of the bathroom.
"It's not important. We should really get some sleep too." He circled her nipple with one finger, watching in fascination as it hardened.
"You keep doin' that and sleep is the last thing gonna happen."
"You'd have sex with me without Brandon here?"
Her eyes widened in shock. "Are you serious? Of course, I would. We pretty much did it without him here a little while ago—and I'm sure you know exactly how hot you are, so I don't have to tell you."
"Tell me anyway," he replied, wanting to hear her voice more than anything. The moment she'd screamed his name when she climaxed the first time, he'd wanted to hear it over and over.
She licked he
r lips and draped herself over his chest. "You have the most amazing eyes. Did I ever tell you how much I love brown eyes?"
"No."
"Well, I do. Yours remind me of milk chocolate. Smooth and appealing, with all the sweetness wrapped up inside them. And when they sparkle? Mmm. You could get me to do anythin' you want."
"Anythin'? Could get interesting. Go on."
"And you have a smile that could melt any woman's heart into a puddle."
"Yours?"
"Maybe." She shifted and slid her body down his chest, letting her nipples rub against every inch of him until she stopped with her mouth hovering over his nipple, stirring his cock to life.
"And your chest looks good enough to nibble on." She grazed her teeth over his left nipple. "Just the right amount of chest hair—and it's so soft, it tickles my breasts when I do this…"
He fought the groan in his chest as she lifted up so only her nipples slipped through his chest hair before moving up more and dangling them close to his mouth. If he moved toward her, he could capture one between his lips. God! The woman could tempt Saint Peter himself—and being only a lowly mortal, I can't resist.
"And your cock—did I talk about your cock yet?" she asked, sliding back down to straddle his hips.
"No," he whispered, his cock beginning to ache with the need to be inside her.
"When you were inside me, you filled me up so completely." Emma scooted back further and bent low over his cock. "Silk over a steel rod." She wrapped her hand around him and squeezed.
"Fuck, Emma. You're killin' me here, darlin'."
The wet slide of her tongue against his aching flesh about did him in. "You taste fantastic, Beau. A little salty, but not bitter or anything. I loved swallowing all of your cum. Wanna do it again?"
Torn between wanting her to suck him off or fuck her until she came, milking his cock for every drop of cum, he hesitated.
"Somethin' wrong?"
"God, no. I can't decide." Grabbing her under her arms, he pulled her up so she lay on top of him. "I want you, Emma."
"I want you too, Beau. The two of us together could light this bed on fire."
"What about Brandon?"
"I don't want Brandon right now. I want you and only you." With her knees up by his sides, his cock head brushed against her open and waiting pussy lips. "I need your cock. Every magnificent inch."
A fine layer of sweat coated his body as he fought the need rushing through him. Blood roared in his ears. His balls ached and his cock screamed for release.
"What's it gonna be boy?"
"Ride me, darlin'," he growled, pushing her hips down and shoving his cock deep inside her.
"Oh yeah. Perfect," she purred, widening her legs even further and giving him an inch or two more room.
She started to rock her hips, riding him like she would a wild stallion or an untamed bull at the rodeo. Her breasts bounced with each thrust of his hips, until he cradled them in both hands and let her take the reins of their ride. "So good."
"You're so fuckin' tight, Emma. Hot. Scorching hot. Burn me, baby."
Leaning on her hands, she thrust her breasts further into his palms, tossed her head back so her hair tickled his thighs, and squeezed her pussy muscles around him.
"Fuck me, Beau. God, yes. Cram that cock deep. Hit my sweet spot. You know where it is. You hit it earlier."
He pulled his feet up to brace himself on the bed and shoved his cock so deep the air rushed from her lungs on a moan.
"Right there. Hard. Oh yes, hard."
The bed banged against the wall as he shoved every inch of his cock into her squeezing, milking, burning pussy. When she climaxed, his name came from her mouth like a prayer and her pussy held him tight, refusing to let him go until he'd spilled every last drop of cum deep inside her scorching pussy.
"Sweet baby Jesus," he murmured, feeling like he'd shot every ounce of his energy out the end of his cock.
Emma crawled up beside and collapsed next to him on the bed. "Damn, you're good."
"Why thank you, ma'am."
With the last bit of energy he possessed, he curled an arm around her shoulder and pulled her next to him. Sleep tickled the edges of his consciousness even as she grabbed the sheet and pulled it up over them, curling into his embrace with a contented sigh.
"Night, Beau."
"Night, darlin'."
Chapter Seven
Morning light tickled her eyelids, spearing them with brightness and forcing Emma to open them. She groaned and rolled away, only to come up against a hard body. Shoving her hair out of her face, she sat up, holding the sheet to her breasts and staring at the man next to her. Beau or Brandon? Without cologne or a single visual clue, she couldn't tell the difference. The light coming through the windows wasn't much, and it made it hard to see.
Bits and pieces of the night before flashed across her mind, bringing with them the memory of Beau making love to her before they fell into exhausted sleep. Even without the slight difference in eye color to tell them apart, she knew Beau lay snoring softly next to her. Given a moment to study him, she propped herself up on her hand so she could let her gaze roam over his features, taking in everything about him. His hair looked so soft, reminding her of the ticklish brush of those locks against the skin of her thighs when he'd eaten her pussy until she screamed his name. It carried a wave, and her fingers itched to run through those silky strands.
She knew his brown eyes had gold flecks in them where Brandon's didn't, and right now, she longed to see them smiling at her with a little twinkle of mischief. The slope of his nose looked regal and straight except for a bump at the bridge where he'd broken it at some point. She frowned, hoping her impromptu head-butt the night before hadn't caused any permanent damage. A bruise had formed near the bridge, but nothing giving her any indication she'd broken it again, thank goodness.
The width of his shoulders and the muscles of his chest displayed strong, work toughened power where the sheet had slipped down his body, and she wondered what he did besides take care of things for Brandon to have such an exceptional physique. The sheet covered his hips, cock and legs, but her memory brought into sharp clarity the length and thickness of his impressive shaft and the firmness with which he'd taken control of their lovemaking the night before.
"Do I meet with your mornin' approval, darlin'?"
Her gaze ricocheted back to his face and heat flushed her cheeks. The appreciation in his gaze warmed her whole body, and she relaxed back against the sheets as they switched positions and he loomed over her.
"My turn," he whispered, slowly pulling the sheet down to expose her breasts. "Mmm. Nice." He licked his finger and circled her left nipple until it stood up, hard and begging for his touch. "You have beautiful skin. So soft and smooth. I love touching you."
Her nipple ached for the heat of mouth against it. Unable to stop, she shoved her breast further into his touch and whimpered low in her throat when the warm wetness closed over the tip. Continuing to pull the sheet down, he exposed first her belly button ring and then the springy curls guarding her pussy. The brush of his lips as he worked his way down tickled her skin, causing it to quiver and jump.
He dipped his tongue into her belly button, flicking the jewel dangling there. "I love these things. They are so damned sexy."
The moment his hand slipped through the curls and skimmed over her clit, her whole body shuddered. She spread her thighs, begging in a whisper, wanting his hands, his mouth, his cock—something to fill the empty void. With her eyes closed, every sensation, every touch brought her desire to an explosive level. The calluses on his hands felt rough and erotic, scraping over her sensitive skin. His fingers left her pussy, and his mouth moved back up to her breast to suck and nip at the tip.
Her eyes flew open when, seconds later, she felt the wet slide of a tongue over her clit.
Brandon winked from between her spread thighs. "Mornin', honey. Wakin' up like this…mmm…a man could get used to it real easy."
Beau's moist mouth moved from her breast to say, "Are you up for ridin' double this mornin', darlin'?"
Ridin' double? Are they serious?
"You mean—"
"One of us in your ass and the other in your pussy," Beau explained, still circling her nipple with his finger.
Her heart hammered, and her ears rang. Just the thought of having both of them at once flushed her body with desire so strong, it made her shiver.
"Don't worry, Emma. We'll make sure you're good and ready before anythin' happens, and if you don't like it, we'll stop. We don't want to hurt you."
Staring into Beau's eyes, she knew he spoke the truth. No matter what, he wouldn't allow her to be hurt. The small nod of her head gave them the answer they sought.
Brandon's wicked tongue danced over her clit, flicking and circling until it throbbed with the beat of her heart. When he slipped two fingers into her pussy, she spread her thighs more and moaned into Beau's mouth as he took possession of her lips. Having two men focused on her needs seemed almost selfish, but with Brandon between her legs and Beau eating at her mouth, she relaxed and let them do whatever they wanted.
The tip of a finger gathered some of her juices and then probed at her back hole, making her stiffen again.
"Easy, honey," Brandon purred, pushing it through the grasping muscles of her anus.
She hissed at the small burn, but it soon turned into a different type of pleasure as he added another finger, stretching her by scissoring those tempting digits. The unmistakable urge to press back against his hand overwhelmed her and tore a moan from deep inside, only to be swallowed up by Beau's mouth. Brandon finger fucked both holes and ate at her clit, sucking it into his mouth until her whole body hummed and quivered. Both her legs trembled as she clung to the edge of climax by her fingernails, trying to get to the other side, but not having quite the right sensation. Beau had relinquished her mouth for her breast, flicking and circling the nipple until it stood up, begging for him to suck until it turned a bright rosy red.
A high keen exploded from her lips when her climax crashed through her, stealing her breath and making her heart hammer so hard she thought it would burst through her chest. Her men continued their assault on her senses until she exploded into a second climax before the first one even finished.
