by Zara Chase
They galloped flat out for several miles. Cantara and Iesha stayed with Raoul and Zeke and their much bigger horses stride for stride. When they finally drew rein, Cantara was laughing. Pure, uninhibited laughter that communicated itself to Zeke and Raoul, who laughed right along with her. This was the way it had always been in Raoul’s imagination. Cantara’s face was flushed from the exercise, and instead of the wary expression that had disturbed her eyes since her return, they now sparkled with the pure joy of living.
“This mare is a pleasure to ride,” Cantara said, patting Iesha’s sweaty neck.
“No, darlin’,” Raoul replied softly. “The pleasure comes from seeing you shed your inhibitions.”
“Isn’t that what I did this morning?” she asked, canting her head and sending him a smoldering smile from beneath her tangle of hair.
Zeke laughed. “I’ll have to take your word for that.” His responding smile was full of wicked intent. “For now.”
“It’s real pretty out here,” Cantara said, taking in the view. “Is this all part of the ranch’s land?”
“Yep, as far as the eye can see,” Raoul replied.
“I didn’t realize I was married to a rich man.”
“Aw, darlin’, he don’t get to take the credit. We only got to buy the land because of my Arapaho blood. They won’t sell to anyone without a connection to the tribe.”
“He has his uses,” Raoul added, grinning.
“Wise guy.”
It felt good to be trading insults with Zeke again, Raoul thought. They had stopped their habitual banter once Cantara came home and concentrated on getting her well. Now that she appeared to be on the mend, Raoul could get serious about tracking Levi down. Life couldn’t return to normal until they’d exorcised that particular demon.
“I had no idea this lake was here,” Cantara said, as she looked out over the expanse of water that had just opened up in front of them. “It’s real tranquil out here. Another world.”
“You can’t see it from the ranch, which is why you didn’t know about it,” Zeke told her. “In fact, you can’t see it from anywhere, unless you do what we’ve just done and ride out here. There’re no roads, no access even by all-terrain vehicles. We have you to ourselves, my dear,” he added, waggling his brows at her. “Don’t say you haven’t been warned.”
“Should I fear for my safety?” she asked, fluttering her lashes in mock alarm.
Zeke winked at her. “Absolutely!”
“Come on,” Raoul said. “Let’s take a break and enjoy the view.”
He slid from his saddle and helped Cantara down from hers. Zeke fixed the horses’ reins so they couldn’t wander too far and left them to graze. The three of them flopped down on the soft grass on the lake’s bank, leaning back on their elbows, Cantara in between them, just where they liked her to be. They stared over the wide expanse of water, its surface dappled by sunlight but barely rippled by the soft breeze. The only sound, apart from the horses’ bits jangling as they chomped at the grass, was bird song and the occasional buzz on an insect. Peaceful, rural Wyoming at its finest.
Cantara closed her eyes and threw her head back, offering her face up to the sun. “This is paradise,” she mumbled.
“Sure is,” Raoul agreed. “The best things in life are free, darlin’.”
“If you can afford a thousand acre ranch to ensure your privacy,” she added, giggling.
“Well, like Zeke said. He does have his uses.”
“Hmm, so I hear.”
“Witch!” Zeke gently tapped her thigh. “Stop teasing a man who ain’t getting any.”
“Sorry,” she mumbled.
Cantara lay flat on her back, her breathing slowed and it was obvious she’d fallen asleep. Sex followed by the fast ride had sapped her strength, the poor baby. Raoul and Zeke exchanged a smile across her prone body, content to watch her sleep for as long as she needed to. The sun rose higher in the sky, it got a lot hotter and the guys stripped off their shirts.
“What you thinking about?” Zeke asked softly.
“Levi,” Raoul replied succinctly. “Where the fuck is he?”
“We need to widen the search. Get more people on it. Don’t know about you, but I don’t think he’s dead.”
“Me neither. He had help to break out of jail. The question is, whose help?”
“The Israelis’ way of dealing with their own fuck up?”
Raoul shrugged. “I dunno.”
“Then what?”
“I think we’re missing something. Something obvious.”
“We’ve had three years to worry over it.”
“Yeah, but we were feeling so goddamned sorry for ourselves that I still think we weren’t firing on all cylinders.”
“Yeah, perhaps. Still,” Zeke added, nodding toward Cantara. “Now’s not the time.”
“No, I guess not.”
Even so, they continued to discuss the problem in muted tones, their incentive to put their minds to it stretched out between them on the grass, sleeping soundly. Raoul and Zeke were Green Berets—the elite of the elite. No one double-crossed them and lived to tell the tale, and they would have no peace until they figured out what had really happened to almost cost them all their lives. Then it would be retribution time.
* * * *
Cantara loved the feel of the sun on her face, the soft grass beneath her cheek. She felt somnolent after her active morning and closed her eyes, secure in the knowledge that she was safe with Raoul and Zeke to watch over her. She heard them talking across her in quiet voices, but it was too much effort to try and hear what they were saying.
Images of Raoul’s flashing eyes, alight with passion and triumph as they made love, reeled through her mind on a continuous loop, heating her up faster than the burning sun could manage. She sensed both guys were keen to fuck her senseless, but was unable to understand why. She winced every time she looked in the mirror. She saw a scrawny body with a gaunt face, sunken eyes, and a haunted expression reflected back at her. Nothing about it was familiar, or attractive. These two hunks could do way better for themselves, but seemed stuck on her.
Who was she to argue?
She rolled over, seeking a more comfortable position, and collided with something rock solid. She sat up with a startled cry, fear flooding her brain.
“Easy, baby, I got you,” Zeke said reassuringly.
She felt his strong arms wrap themselves around her in a viselike hold and her panic immediately dissipated. What she’d actually collided with was his chest. A wall of warmth and safety, flowing with rippling muscles—and shirtless. She blinked sleep from her eyes and admired the view.
“It’s kinda warm,” she mumbled.
“Getting hotter all the time,” Zeke replied, looking amused. “You might be better without this.”
She briefly panicked when he attacked the buttons on her shirt, popping them free one by one, but just as quickly relaxed. There was no one here to see them and she was overheating. He pushed the garment from her shoulders and, like them, she ended up bare-chested.
“Those lovely tits of yours are getting some meat on them again, darlin’,” Zeke said, almost sending her into meltdown when his long, capable fingers gently caressed a nipple. “You’ll be needing to wear a bra again pretty soon at this rate.”
“Hmm.”
She closed her eyes and groaned when Zeke attached his lips to the nipple he’d just tweaked.
“You like that, darlin’?” Raoul asked. “You like Zeke sucking your tit?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Hey, bud, she remembers how she’s supposed to address us.” Cantara could hear the satisfaction in Raoul’s voice. “That’s real good.”
Impulsively, Cantara reached out a hand and tugged at the leather thong that Zeke used to tie his hair back. His raven locks cascaded about his shoulders, making him look like a Viking warrior about to ravage her. Well, a girl could hope. Cantara blinked back her surprise when she realized that was what she
was hoping for. Raoul had fucked her just a few hours ago and now she was ready to take Zeke up on his rain check. Geez! Was that normal?
“Yeah, you used to do that to Zeke all the time,” Raoul said from her opposite side, lazily running his fingers down the length of her spine with a gossamer-light touch that made her shiver. “You want Zeke to fuck you right here, out in the open?”
How did he know that? “Yes, please.”
The words were out before she could even think if it was what she really wanted. Imagination was one thing. Putting her fantasies into practice was entirely another. Zeke lifted his lips from her breast and transferred them to her lips, engulfing her in a drugging kiss that blew her mind and swept away her lingering doubts. Raoul’s fingers had slipped between the waistband at the back of her jeans, which were too big for her, and were playing with the tops of her buttocks. She instinctively shoved her backside up harder against those fingers, hazy recollections in her confused mind telling her she used to enjoy what he was trying to do to her. She felt another hand—Zeke’s presumably—unsnapping her jeans and jerking down the zip. She was too engrossed in kissing Zeke back to pay much notice.
A little squeal of protest slipped out when Raoul abandoned her butt. Zeke increased the pressure of his arms, and his lips, and it didn’t seem to matter anymore. But Raoul obviously wasn’t done with her, because she felt one of her boots being pulled from her foot. Then the other. Then her socks. Raoul picked up one foot and gently sucked her toes, one at a time, his tongue tantalizing and teasing like only he knew how to. Sizzling sensations worked their way up her legs, homing in on her leaking pussy. Finding it impossible to sit still, Cantara wriggled about in Zeke’s arms.
“I think the lady needs fucking,” Zeke said huskily, breaking the kiss, sounding like he was in urgent need, too.
“Then get to it, partner.”
Zeke lifted her and Raoul pulled her jeans smoothly away, leaving her in the open air wearing nothing more protective than a skimpy pair of panties.
“Hmm,” Zeke said, his eyes shimmering with hot intentions as he held her at arm’s length and looked his fill. “Ain’t that just about the prettiest sight you ever did see?”
“No arguments this end,” Raoul agreed, lowering his head and planting a kiss on one of her buttocks.
Zeke released her, stood up, and shed his boots and jeans. He was rock hard, his pulsating cock jutting aggressively from the juncture of tapering hips and strong thighs.
“Get on your hands and knees for me, darlin’,” he said, a rough edge to his voice. “We need to play a bit more before we get it on.”
Cantara scurried into position, feeling as though she had done this before. A lot of times. It was so frustrating that she couldn’t remember when, but knew it must have been with the two of them. The cloying mist inside her head that shrouded her past cleared more frequently now, but never for long enough for her to be able to hold on to the memories that filtered through it. The guys said it didn’t matter, they could tell her whatever she needed to know. But they couldn’t. They had no idea what had happened to her during the three years she had been held captive by a man who was supposedly related to her by marriage, but of whom she had no recollection whatsoever.
Her mind was brought back to the here and now when she felt Zeke kneeling behind her. Her pulse quickened when he pulled her panties down and started to play with her pussy. She was embarrassed when she felt her juices trickling down the insides of her thighs, but Zeke laughed and seemed pleased that she’d started without him. He nudged her legs wider apart and lapped up the spill with the tip of his tongue. It was the most exquisite torture, especially when his lips latched onto her clit and sucked her entire nub into her mouth. She screamed and bucked her pelvis deeper into his mouth.
“Seems she likes what you’re doing to her, bud,” Raoul said, sounding amused. “But then she always did have the most sensitive clit in the universe.”
Cantara felt her entire body tremble when Raoul’s handsome face appeared sideways beneath her and he applied his tongue to her breasts. He used his fingers, too, sending spikes of lust dancing through her nervous system. She cried out when he bit down on a nipple, and then sucked it hard. Pain and pleasure chased one another through her bloodstream, intermingling until they were indistinguishable. She liked pain. The flash of memory was presumably ignited by the bite, because Cantara knew it was true. She instinctively controlled her breathing and the next time Raoul did an experimental bite she was ready to absorb the pain and allow it easier access to her pleasure phonemes.
Zeke rubbed his rigid cock between the crack in her butt while Raoul continued to work on her tits. She sensed some sort of message pass between them, after which Zeke brought his hand down lightly over her buttocks. She gasped, but again absorbed the tingling, every cell in her body aroused by it. Her heart kicked up another notch when, working in seamless tandem, Raoul bit lightly at her solidified nipples while Zeke lightly paddled her butt. It was the most exquisite torture. Cantara threw her head back and roared, feeling wanton, desirable and, most importantly of all, truly alive again.
“I’d sure like to fuck your ass, darlin’,” Zeke muttered in her ear. “Just the way you used to like it. You loved having one of our big cocks filling your backside. You couldn’t get enough of it. Problem is, I didn’t plan to do this to you out here. Course, you only have yourself to blame for that. You’re so fucking sexy that I walk around with a permanent hard-on. Still, I don’t have any lube and don’t wanna hurt you, so I guess I’m just gonna have to make the most of that hot little pussy of yours. Would you like that?”
“Yes! God, yes!”
Zeke chuckled. “Just checkin’.”
She felt his fingers part her folds and half expected him to delve inside with several digits. Instead she felt the head of his massive erection nudging against her entrance and pushed back to welcome him inside. The connection was made with smooth fluidity and he set up a hot, slick tempo as he filled her to capacity with his throbbing need.
“You okay, darlin’?” he asked, grabbing her hips and guiding himself deeper inside.
“Yes, it feels like heaven.”
“You got that part right.”
Raoul was now tugging at one of her nipples with his teeth, pulling it so far from her body that she thought he might tug it clean off. But he knew what he was doing. Just at the last possible moment, he released it, sending liquid desire rushing through her with the restoration of the blood flow. Helpless against the raging force of her need, she moved in sync with Zeke, aware of her orgasm building fast as tingling exhilaration afflicted her limbs, her psyche, every damned inch of her. The physical alchemy that existed between her and these two Greek gods whipped her into a vortex of need and she surrendered herself completely to their very capable hands.
Something was nagging at the back of her addled brain. Something about not climaxing without permission. No way! On sensory overload, passions stirred to the point of madness, there wasn’t a thing in the world she could have done to stop the onslaught, even if she’d wanted to, which she most emphatically did not. She had earned the right to have some fun.
“Zeke, fuck me harder!”
“You got it, darlin’.”
He slammed into her, his loaded balls slapping against her buttocks as he gave her what she so badly need. Passion tugged at her on a level over which she had no control when Raoul nipped harder than ever at her nipple. It was too much to endure. She clamped her sheath tight around Zeke’s cock, holding him captive deep inside her, and exploded.
“Yes!” She threw her head back and howled the word. “That’s what I need. Don’t stop, Zeke. I’m still coming.”
“You and me both, sweetheart.”
He grunted and slammed into her once, and then again. She felt his cock spasm and sperm shoot into her in an endless stream, his body a hot prison over hers, slick with dewy sweat as he continued to work her cunt. Her orgasm reignited and she moved
with him until, finally, just when she thought the pleasure would be too much to endure, her body stopped pulsating.
Cantara rolled onto her back and threw an arm over each of her men’s abdomens, laughing and crying tears of joy at the same time.
“Welcome back,” Raoul said, leaning over to place a chaste kiss on her lips.
* * * *
“There’s only one way to get clean out here, darlin’.” Raoul smiled at Cantara, loving the way she radiated beauty with that just-fucked look in her eye. Then he transferred his glance to the glistening surface of the lake. “Fancy skinny-dipping?”
He stood up and shed his jeans. He was painfully erect, but turned his back to her so she wouldn’t see. The cold water would deal with his woody. No reason for her to feel pressured. She’d already done way more than Raoul would have expected of her today, embracing their needs and her own with unbridled enthusiasm. He heard Zeke and Cantara scrambling to their feet and watched them run hand in hand to the water’s edge, giggling like kids. Cantara shrieked when the water lapped against her toes.
“It’s freezing! I’m not getting in there.”
“It’s only cold because you’re so hot,” Zeke told her.
Hot in every damned way.
“Easy for you to say.” She turned and beckoned to Raoul. “Come on, big guy. This was your idea. No wimping out on us.”
Raoul ran to the bank and dove straight under the water. The cold water had the desired effect and his hard-on withered. What a waste! He surfaced, pushed the wet hair away from his eyes and trod water as he waved them on in.
“Did someone say something about being a wimp?” he asked. “Under normal circumstances, that would be the sort of talk to get a person spanked.”
“Did I say something wrong?” Cantara asked with faux innocence and an exaggerated flutter of her lashes.
Zeke laughed and took the plunge, surfacing next to Raoul. “Come on, babe,” he said. “You’ll be glad you did.”
