by Unknown
"So wet," he murmured, kissing the inside of her thigh as he shoved a finger deep into her vagina. "All for me."
The wet slide of his tongue from vagina to clit felt like heaven—Beau's kind of heavenly torture. "You're killin' me, Beau."
"Relax, darlin'."
His tongue did several figure eights on her clit before he sucked it between his lips and shoved two fingers into her pussy.
Her breathing came in small pants as she tried desperately to forestall the rising climax he pulled from deep inside her, but it was no use. He had her in the palm of his hand, ready to beg for what she wanted.
"God, Beau, please. I need to come so bad."
The speed of his fingers and tongue stoked her climax and held her on the edge by her fingernails. She whimpered and begged, but every time she got there, he'd slow his strokes until she calmed, and then he'd bring her right back up.
Unable to stand his fantastic torture any longer, she grabbed both of his ears in her fingers and pinched.
"Ouch!"
"If…you…don't…make…me…come…I'm going to torture you by staking your ass out in the hot sun and leaving you to the fire ants."
"A little on edge, darlin'?"
"A lot on edge, Beau. Stop teasing me. I can't stand it anymore."
He stood up and reached into his back pocket for his wallet. With a wicked grin, he tore open the condom he'd retrieved and rolled it over his erection.
"Hurry." Both hands grasped her hips as she reclined on the seat. One hard thrust and he was buried balls-deep inside her pussy. "Ah!"
After Beau released a sharp hiss, his hips started the steady rhythm she knew would throw her over in half a second. When he drew his thumb over her clit and then pressed down hard, she flew apart with a shattering scream that echoed in the silence around them.
"One," he whispered, the hard thrust of his hips never stopping, until she hung on the edge a second time. "Come for me again, darlin'. Squeeze my cock like a vice, Emma. I need to feel you milkin' me for everythin' I've got."
His sexy talk and pounding rhythm threw her into a second climax big enough to rival anything she'd had before. Stars danced behind her eyelids, her chest hurt from breathing so fast, and her whole body tingled as Beau groaned her name and came right along with her.
* * * *
They returned to Beau and Brandon's suite after their torrid romp in the middle of God only knew whose pasture, only to find Brandon still out. Burying the feelings of jealousy deep inside, she dragged Beau into the bathroom, turned on the huge bathtub, and ripped his shirt off with one quick tug.
After they made love in the bathtub, Beau swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. "Now, darlin', you're gonna pay for your disobedience."
Anticipation sent shivers down her back while she faked like she didn't understand what he meant. "Disobedience? When did I disobey you?
"Maybe I should say 'impertinence'," he replied, laying her face up on the bed and then pulling out his bull rope—from where, she didn't know.
"What are you gonna do with that?" she asked, her body humming with the images flashing through her mind.
Without answering, he wrapped it around her wrists in a knot he knew she couldn't pull free from. The next loop secured her to the headboard. "I'm not gonna tie this too tight. It's rough rope, so it will chafe your beautiful wrists if I do." He glanced down and met her gaze with his own scorching look. "Do you trust me?"
She bit her lip for a moment and then nodded.
"I think you'll like this, but you'll have to leave your hands there. You could probably pull free if you wanted to."
The soft slide of his lips from her mouth to her breasts and then lower made her whimper. Breathing got more difficult the closer he got to her pussy. Unable to stop herself, she spread her thighs, begging for his tongue in soft sighs. "Please, Beau."
"I'll take care of you, darlin'."
His shoulders kept her spread as he settled himself between her legs and started licking every inch of her pussy—from her slit up and over her clit, down the outside lips of her pussy.
The torture continued until she'd climaxed at least six times. "I can't stand it anymore, Beau. Pleaseeee. I need you inside me."
The word no more than left her lips and he was there, buried inside her to the hilt.
"Beau!" she screamed, climaxing again.
"Easy, darlin'," he soothed, starting the slow glide of his cock in and out. His lips danced over her face, along her jaw, to her ear, and then across her shoulder. "God, I love bein' inside you. One day soon though, I want your ass. I need to feel those slick muscles tighten around me."
"Fuck me, Beau. I need it hard."
He lifted his chest from hers, braced his arms on the bed next to her, and snapped his hips, driving his cock into her depths until she thought for sure he'd stolen her heart. The fast pace of his thrusts threw her into another climax as he tipped his hips up and slammed into her sweet spot with every plunge.
"Ah, God!"
The low growl and hefty grunts signaled his own climax as he followed her over the precipice of sensual release and into the relaxation of both mind and body.
Their bathtub escapades and being tied to the bed thoroughly exhausted her—to the point she never heard Brandon return and slept like a dead person for the rest of the night, curled into Beau's warm body with her head on his chest.
Morning light streamed through the blinds on the window of the hotel room, dragging Emma from the most delicious dreams of Brandon and Beau making love to her. She rolled onto her side and stretched her hand out across the bed only to find it cold and empty. Her eyes flew open and she sat bolt upright in the bed, glancing around to find Beau. Now the room was quiet—too quiet. Wrapping the sheet around her body, she slid out of the bed and walked into the living room of the suite. Brandon sat sipping coffee while he read the paper. Beau was nowhere to be found.
Brandon glanced up and smiled. "Mornin', honey."
"Where's Beau?"
"Gone for the day." He patted the seat on the couch next to him. "Sit with me. Would you like coffee?"
"Yes, please," she replied, tugging the sheet higher. Why, she didn't know. It wasn't like Brandon hadn't already seen everything she had to offer.
"Cream and sugar?"
"Yeah, thanks"
He handed her the cup, and she took two healthy swallows before she set it back on the table.
"I'm assuming since you're here and he's not, it's your day to spend with me."
"Yes." His eyes twinkled with mischief, and she squirmed on the seat wondering what he planned. It would be nice to get to know Brandon a little more outside of his country music star persona.
"So what's the plan?"
"Nothin' too huge. I want you to show me your life."
Her heart began to pound and her palms started to sweat at his suggestion. This is so personal. I wonder what brought this on. "My life? I don't understand."
With both of his hands grasping hers, he said, "Show me Emma Weston. I want to know everything about you. Show me where you went to school, show me your parents' place on horseback, introduce me to some of your friends—things like that."
"Why?" she asked, her thoughts skipping off into unknown territory. Why he wanted to know so much about her made her nervous and excited at the same time.
"Because you're special. You're bright, funny, sexy, charming, sexy—"
A small laugh spilled from her lips. "You said that twice."
"I know, but what can I say? You're a very beautiful woman."
"Okay, Mr. Charm-The-Panties-Off-A-Girl stud muffin. I'm sure you say those words to every woman you meet."
A frown wrinkled the skin between his dark eyebrows. "Not really."
She snorted and covered her mouth.
"I confess to charming the ladies, yes, but I don't say things if I don't mean them." He lifted her hands to his mouth and sucked her index finger between his lips.
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p; Desire zinged straight to her pussy, and her body went from cool and collected to hot and needy in a flash.
When he finally released her from his spell, he said, "I see you brought a change of clothes."
"Yes."
"Why don't you take a shower, and I'll call for room service to bring us something to eat." With her hand in his, he helped her to her feet and turned her toward the bathroom. "I may join you in a few moments." The heat of his whispered words against her ear sent shivers down her spine. His small laugh warmed her skin, and his lips did amazing things to her neck as he slid them over her bare shoulder.
A gentle push to her backside propelled her toward the bathroom, while the heat in his eyes when she glanced over her shoulder promised delights to come. The thought of shower sex with Brandon had her pressing her thighs together, hoping to relieve even a little of the pressure building.
After she closed the door, she dropped the sheet to the floor and moved toward the handles. The massive stall had several jets and a rain-type head, and when she turned the tap on, water shot from every direction. The hot spray pounded into her flesh in a rhythmic cadence, relaxing the bunched muscles of her shoulders and back. Tension uncoiled slowly as she dropped her head forward, closed her eyes and sighed. Really, she didn't have a reason to be so tense, especially after the mind-blowing sex with Beau the night before.
Today Brandon had the chance to wine and dine her, and she couldn't wait to see what he planned. He wanted to know her—the real her—and the thought intrigued her.
Her surprised squeak echoed in the tile stall when Brandon took her left nipple in his mouth. She hadn't heard him come into the bathroom. "You scared me."
The wicked lap of his tongue over the aroused tip made her moan softly and clasp his head harder against her chest. The slow crawl of his fingers up the inside of her leg felt deliciously sexy, and she widened her stance, silently begging for more, but he avoided her needy core. His warm mouth closed over the right nipple and she whimpered. One fingertip brushed her clit, bringing her body to the edge of climax in seconds. God, these two know exactly what to do to push her to the top and hold her there.
"Please, Brandon. Touch me," she begged, thrusting her hips forward encouraging him to spear his fingers into her pussy.
"I'm gonna do more than touch you, honey. I plan to fuck you against the wall in this stall. I want to pound into your pussy until we're both screaming loud enough to rattle the windows." Without any other preamble, he grabbed her by the waist, braced her back against the cold tile shower, and lifted her legs around his waist. "Sorry, honey. I know the tile's cold."
"Damn," she hissed and then groaned. "I love when you're forceful. It's hotter than hell."
The tip of his bare cock nudged at her opening, seeking entrance into her needy, pulsating pussy. "Fuck me, Brandon. I want it all."
"No condom?"
Her gaze caught his, searching for anything to tell her if she could trust him with her body like she trusted him with her heart. "I'm clean and on the pill."
He braced his forehead against hers and said, "I've always insisted on a condom, but with you, I need to feel your pussy without anything between us. I want to feel every ripple, every spasm, every greedy squeeze."
"Such a sexy, smooth talker." She pushed her bottom down, teasing herself with the initial penetration of the head of his cock. "All the way, Brandon. Every inch, baby."
With one deep thrust, he buried himself inside her to the balls. "Oh yeah," he moaned. "Perfect."
"Yes, yes, yes."
The slow, rhythmic push of his cock felt fantastic, but she wanted more—so much more. A soft whimper escaped her mouth as she buried her face against his neck. "Harder."
"I can't, Emma. I'll explode."
"We can do it again. Harder, Brandon. Fuck me hard."
He inhaled sharply and picked up his pace until he was pounding away at her flesh. Every thrust of his hips brought her closer to ignition. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders and nipped at the side of his neck.
"Next time I want your ass, honey. God, you have such a fantastic ass."
His dirty talk and the anticipation of feeling his cock deep in her ass again had her screaming his name as her climax washed over her like a rogue wave against the sand. Her whole body tingled and flushed with heat while Brandon continued stroking his cock in and out of her pussy.
His rapid, harsh panting and clenched jaw told her he hung on the edge.
"Come for me, Brandon. I want to feel all that luscious cream you're hiding splash the inside of my pussy."
"Holy hell," he growled, losing the hold on his pleasure and squirting cum deep inside her.
Chapter Twelve
Montana summer heat beat down on their heads as they rode east across the plains of her father's land. Wildflowers bloomed around them in a multitude of colors ranging from reds to purples and oranges. The mountains looming in the distance looked close enough to touch as the mid-day sun heated the entire area. Montana could go from hotter than Hades to cool and inviting during the summer months.
"Your dad owns all this?" he asked, glancing at the beauty riding next to him. God, she looked fantastic with the wind blowing in her hair, the twinkle in her blue eyes, and the wide smile on her lips.
"Yep. He has fifteen thousand acres, give or take. This land has been in my family for generations. My great-great-grandfather settled here back when there wasn't much in the state except for wide open spaces."
"I love Montana," he replied, thinking about the many summers he'd spent on his parents' place riding alongside Beau, the power of the horse beneath him and the wind ruffling his hair. Lately he'd realized how much he'd missed being able to kick back and forget the country star thing for a while. The horses moved along at a slow, steady pace, making it easy to talk.
"You are technically from here, right?" Emma asked. "Montana, I mean."
"Yeah. My parents still have a place out east of the mountains. They breed horses and cattle."
"Sweet."
He didn't discuss his youth much, especially with women. Most of the time, he fucked 'em and disappeared so fast, they never knew what had hit them...but not Emma. He wanted to share his life—his past with the one woman who'd penetrated the shell he'd erected around his heart.
"Beau told me about your sister. I'm sorry. I can't imagine what it's like to lose a sibling."
He didn't reply right away. Anger rushed through him for a moment when he thought about Beau sharing Bailey like that. They'd agreed years ago to keep her to themselves, so they could cherish her memory without revealing her problems to the world. Yeah, he'd told the crowd about her during the concert, but he didn't want to share the other medical issues she had. Bailey was special, and he'd wanted to continue to hold her close to his heart without hearing the pity in people's words.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothin'."
Reining her horse to a stop, she waited for him to follow suit. "Are you angry he told me?"
The compassion and sorrow shining in her eyes broke down the barriers of his emotions. "At first, yeah, but not now. It seems natural to share her with you. Did he tell you she was a triplet?"
"Yeah. I can tell she meant a lot to both of you, and I'm sure you wished you could have protected her from everything."
"I did. I do." He raked his fingers through his hair and stared off into the distance. "She meant everything to us."
Emma took his hand and squeezed his fingers.
"Thanks for listening. It's hard for me to talk about it."
She glanced around and nodded to some shade trees in the distance. "How about we get our picnic set up over there?"
"Sounds good." He cocked his head to the side. "Race you!"
The pounding of hooves drifted off into the vast grassy prairie as he pushed his horse into a faster pace. Damn, the girl can ride. Neck in neck, they sped across the prairie toward the grove of trees. Her laugher reached his ears and he couldn't h
elp but smile. This was Emma in her element, and he couldn't help loving this woman who met life head on, grabbed it by the horns, and rode it like a bucking bull.
As they skidded to a halt, their horses breathing hard, he jumped off and swept her up in a tight hug, swinging her around in a circle. Her laughter made every worry disappear, and he wanted to hear it day after day for the rest of their lives. God, I'm pathetic.
"I'm hungry. How about we break out our lunch and sit under the tree?"
She kissed his lips quickly and said, "Good plan, but you'll have to let me go so I can get the stuff out of the pack."
Her lips called to him to taste, long and slow, exploring her mouth with his tongue and revving up the heat. Their tongues danced from her mouth to his and back, sliding over each other as he savored her soft sighs and whispered moans.
"Lordy, Emma. I could kiss you all day," he murmured, resting his forehead against hers.
"Me, too, Brandon. You're one damned good kisser."
"Who's better? Me or Beau?"
She stepped back and laughed. "Oh, I'm so not goin' there, mister. You don't need any more ego stroking and I refuse to play into the natural competition you two seem to have over everythin'."
Minutes later, the blanket lay across the soft grass, and Emma retrieved the picnic from her saddle bag.
"We have ham sandwiches, potato salad, sweet tea, and chips," she said, handing him a paper plate with all the various ingredients of their picnic. "I made the sandwiches, but my dad's kitchen helper, Gabrielle, made the potato salad. She's more of a cook, housekeeper, and all around keep-everyone-in-line kind of person.
"Do you cook much?"
"Sometimes," she replied, sliding the fork between her lips. "I have the basics down, I think, but I'm not much of a cookin' from scratch sort of gal. My mom, and then Gabrielle, tried to teach me, but I can't seem to get it right."
