Under His Holster [Winchester, Arizona 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Zoey Marcel

Jade twiddled her fingers, not sure what to do with herself. “We should talk.”

  “Uh-oh. No good thing ever followed those words,” Sawyer teased.

  She forced a weak smile. “I don’t think we should go all the way.”

  Kellan’s jaw dropped. “What?”

  Doc didn’t appear as surprised, though he looked about as displeased as the other two did. He approached the bed and cradled her jaw, tilting her chin so she swam in his pale-green gaze. “Bane already gave you permission to lie with us. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

  “I know, but it would make me feel better if it was just a make out.”

  “Well, that’s fine, angel face,” Sawyer agreed, “as long as it’s a naked make out.”

  She smiled. “That’s fine, but no penetration.”

  Doc sighed and hesitated. “All right, but should you change your mind—”

  “I won’t.”

  Sawyer smirked. “Like hell she won’t.”

  Kellan tapped his foot. “What the hell? I thought we were all going to fuck her. What difference does it make if there’s penetration involved or not? Either way she’s getting felt up by other guys. And Bane doesn’t care, so why should anybody in this room?”

  “Kellan,” Doc scolded. He turned back to face Jade, still cupping her jaw and penetrating her with his hypnotic eyes. “We’ll respect her wishes.”

  “Son of a bitch,” Sawyer grumbled under his breath.

  “However,” Doc continued, “we’re still men, Jade. We won’t take advantage of you, but we won’t hold back either. We’re going to do everything in our power to seduce you until you beg us to take you.”

  “Yes!” Kellan agreed loudly. “You hear that, baby? It’s not our fault if you’re too horny to resist our macho prowess in the sack.”

  Jade let out a light laugh, but inside she worried they might be right about her inevitable lack of self-control with them. “I think you cowboys have grossly exaggerated your effect on me. No offense to you or anything.”

  Kellan snorted. “Well, no offense, but I’m going to spank your lying ass for that one.”

  Doc smiled, and his eyes heated when he cupped her left breast through her shirt and she flinched slightly. “I second that notion. Do you need to be reminded of how powerless you are to our charms, darlin’?”

  She swallowed and quickly donned a haughty air to evade detection. “I have a lot more willpower than you give me credit for.”

  “I call buffalo shit,” Sawyer said with a slight roll of his emerald eyes. “She wants us bad, don’t you, cupcake?”

  “I never said I didn’t, but we can’t go all the way,” she told them.

  Kellan crossed his arms together, looking irritated. “Does Bane not want you going all the way with us or something?”

  “No, it’s not that. I just figured I owed it to him,” she explained.

  “But you want to go further, don’t you, kitten?” Sawyer whipped his shirt off over his head, revealing his sculpted chest and chiseled abs. “That’s right, stare at me, you dirty girl.”

  She blushed, trying not to smile at his taunting. Her eyes widened and her pussy unleashed more cream in response to the other two men shedding their shirts. There was something raw and captivating about the strong, devilishly handsome men kicking off their boots and showing off their solid structures to her.

  They had the confidence of men who knew they were hot but the nonchalance of men who didn’t realize their own attractiveness. It was a seductive balance they each seemed to pull off well, except for Sawyer, who was always overly cocky. His subtle arrogance only added to his undeniable charm.

  “I would appreciate it if you boys kept your shirts on,” Jade lied. It would certainly make it easier for her to resist their lethal sexuality, but she by no means wanted them to hide their magnificent torsos.

  Kellan got a big mocking grin on his adorable face. “Why is that, honey? Does the sight of us make your panties wet?”

  Her cheeks heated beneath his taunting and her cunt yielded its warm flow, doing to her panties exactly what he accused her of. “You’re all very nice looking, but it would be more wholesome if you guys kept your clothes on. We are only making out after all.”

  Sawyer got a mischievous look on his face. “Well, all right then, angel. But something’s up in my britches, so just excuse me a minute while I peek down in here and see what the damned thing is wiggling around.”

  Her pussy pounded with a hot ache that was deep and powerful as he undid his fly and tugged on the waistband of his boxers.

  Kellan wore a facetious half grin. “Got a tiny worm running amok in your jeans, eh, Sawyer?”

  Sawyer threw a warning glance over at him. “Watch yourself, horse face. If there’s anything moving around in my pants, it’s a fucking python.”

  Jade giggled.

  Sawyer yanked his jeans and underwear down, revealing the fleshy beast that jutted forward like a hungry predator that wanted to devour her. “What do you think, cupcake? Worm or python?”

  She moaned, and her vagina leaked its wet lust. His cock was a thing of beauty. The shape and size were made to impress and inspire awe.

  “God,” she breathed.

  How the hell was she expected to resist them, especially when every fiber of her being seemed to be whispering and at times screaming at her to hump these men and bite them? She burned with passion and the overbearing urge to claim them as she had Kellan and make them her own.

  The thought of other women sleeping with the men who had been designed for her made the she-wolf in her angry and violent. The low growl that emerged surprised her, and Doc smiled at her possessive sound of animal hunger.

  Sawyer whistled and turned smugly to his brother. “You hear that, little brother? She thinks my cock’s a deity.”

  Kellan rolled his eyes. “Save it.”

  “Deities were meant to be worshiped, kitten,” Sawyer said in a husky tone as he stared over at Jade and slowly stroked himself into an even bigger erection.

  How the hell could he possibly get any bigger? God save her.

  She gulped, realizing that his lewd self-groping had her mouth watering for contact with the swollen meat of his penis. “We can play a little and be naked…I guess, but I’m still not having sex with you.”

  “What?” Kellan practically tore open his jeans and pushed them down his legs along with his boxer-briefs. “How can you resist us, hon? Ten bucks says you can’t.”

  Jade stifled the wanton moan that threatened to escape and give her away. She watched him step out of the garments that were puddled around his ankles. Only she and Doc were still dressed, though he was shirtless.

  “You’re all amazing and sexy, but I have the self-control of a nun.” She tried not to chortle at her own joke. Even she couldn’t believe in her bluff.

  Doc humored her with a nod, but the steady grin climbing over his wicked features betrayed his skepticism. “Of course you do, little lady.”

  He helped her to her feet and unfastened her jeans. His green eyes taunted the way her breath hitched when he slid the zipper down.

  “I’ll stay strong no matter what you do to me.”

  Doc smirked and circled her seductively with his body until he stood directly behind her. He spoke softly into her ear in a heady whisper. “You mentioned that already. I know just how strong you are, woman, and we know just what it will take to unhinge that strength.”

  She nearly came unglued and tore his clothes off over the way he called her woman, as though reducing her to his property. The idea of being their toy titillated her beyond reason.

  Doc reached up under her shirt, smoothing his palm over her skin on his way up to her bosom. He unhooked her bra in the front, and her breasts bounced free of their former confinement.

  “Oh, Doc,” she breathed in elation, feeling her womb spasm when his other hand dipped down into her panties to fondle her naked flesh.

  “Yes, darlin?” His smug tone said he kne
w exactly what he was doing to her.

  “I…” She mewled when the hand under her top snaked upward and grabbed her by the throat. He didn’t choke the hell out of her, but the pressure was just enough to let her know he was in control. The assertive gesture had her cunt seeping moisture, and she had a feeling he was smiling behind her when his other hand felt her damp arousal coating his fingers.

  “I’ll be strong,” she whispered.

  Don’t let me be strong, her mind pleaded.

  His hold on her throat tightened slightly, and she gasped at the electric blanket of heat that covered her body. His blatant display of dominance left her breasts feeling heavy and swollen. Her clit tingled and pleaded beneath his slow, torturous rhythm, and her pussy wept with need at the finger strumming lazily through her hot juices.

  “Of course you will, dear,” Doc murmured into her ear just before planting a delicate kiss on her neck. His hushed timbre reminded her of a sexual demon the way he seemed to tempt her even as he falsely assured her that she was strong enough to resist his wiles.

  Sawyer moved in and knelt in front of her, slowly shimmying her jeans and panties down her legs. “Step out of them.”

  She obeyed, recognizing the authority in his tone. It wasn’t like he could punish her if she disobeyed, but she had a feeling he would, and the very idea tickled her with glee.

  Doc’s tongue traced the shell of her ear like a crafty serpent, seducing its prey into forbidden relations. His hot murmur became a deadly whisper that unhinged her. “We know just how strong you are, woman, and what it is you really want. We’re going to see to it that you get it.”

  Jade shivered and arched against Doc as Sawyer’s mouth latched onto her cunt and sucked hard. The suction made vile slurping noises that made her feel wet and dirty. They were making a whore out of her, and she was enjoying herself too much to see how that could possibly be a bad thing.

  Kellan approached her with a piece of black cloth in his hand. “I say we blindfold her to enhance the sensations. I’ve got some earplugs, too, so she can’t hear us scheming.”

  An excited rush of energy swept over her. “Yes, please.”

  Sawyer and Kellan grinned.

  “I mean, if you want to,” she said, noticing her failed attempt at indifference.

  They chuckled, and Kellan blindfolded her. The light from the fixture in the ceiling went out. That was a pretty thick cloth to shut it out so effectively.

  “Just trust us, baby girl,” Kellan cooed to her as he stuffed an earplug into her left ear. “You won’t be able to see or hear us, but we won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

  “Don’t come undone if your ass starts to hurt and get hot all of a sudden,” Sawyer warned, sounding as though he grinned when he said it. “I intend to paddle that perky ass for implying that we’re incapable of seducing a woman.”

  “I didn’t mean that you couldn’t seduce women, just not me when I’m determined to be strong,” she told him, noting the weakness in her voice.

  Sawyer flicked a finger against her clitoris, making her wince. “Keep that up and I’ll add more whacks to your ass, missy.”

  “We’ll only go as far as you want us to,” Doc promised. “No talking while we play with you. If at any point you change your mind and decide we’re just too damned irresistible, then kiss one of us on the mouth and we’ll fuck you.”

  Her mons heated and swelled at his words. “Okay.”

  “And if at some point by some God-forbidden means you start smoking crack, lose your mind, and falsely convince yourself you don’t want us, just say ‘I’m crazy’ and we’ll stop,” Sawyer added.

  Jade giggled. “Okay. I’ll say you’re crazy.”

  She yipped when what felt like the flat of his hand slapped her bare pubic mound.

  “Watch it, missy. I want you to say that you’re crazy, but only if you want out. And no talking otherwise.”

  “Okay,” she agreed.

  “Make all the noises you want, though,” Kellan told her as he crammed the other earplug into her ear.

  Now she was as good as blind and deaf. Would she be able to hear faint mumblings if they spoke? Would they even speak at all?

  Her lips parted when she felt a hot, doting mouth sucking and nibbling on her labia again. It was probably still Sawyer.

  Doc’s hand departed from around her throat, and she felt his jeans brush her ass and legs on the way down his body. His underwear followed, and she felt liquid leave her vagina only to be drunk up by Sawyer.

  Someone relieved her of her top and bra. Kellan, maybe?

  Jade braced herself when her body tipped suddenly as someone seemed to push her over. She clawed at strong forearms, fighting to remain standing. Was she falling or was someone lowering her? A swat to her pussy made her mouth open, but no sound came out, though she felt the vibrations from whatever noise she made in her head and jaw.

  Supposing the spanking to her cunt was a rebuke for her lack of trust, she tried to relax and let whoever it was that had her by the arms lower her back. She felt something soft yet firm against her bare back and realized that she was now lying on the bed. The mattress dipped, and she suspected the men joined her on the bed.

  Six hands ran over her body, heating her skin and awakening the desire from within. If they kept up this insistent teasing, she would likely combust from all the sexual heat flooding her system.

  She was pushed up into a sitting position for a second while legs splayed around her. Someone pulled her back down against a hot wall of hard muscle. The firm points prodding her felt like nipples. The hard ridge of an erect cock and the twin squishy mounds of a ball sac pressed against her backside, making her dizzy with want.

  Would sleeping with them really be such a bad thing when she had Bane’s permission? She pushed the thought aside.

  No penetration.

  Warm air fanned her naked cunt before smooth lips nibbled her labia. The soft, wet heat of a tongue skimmed her swollen folds. The attention was scintillating. The way the man beneath her peppered her neck with kisses garnished the encounter with a sweet intimacy to match the raunchy aspects.

  Something hard and blunt grazed her nipple until it stood obediently to attention. Teeth, maybe? They did the same to her other nipple until it rode up firm and brazen from the areola encircling it. She arched and felt the vibration of a smothered sound in her jaw when molten dampness covered her tit and suckled it gently.

  She reached up to feel thick, wavy hair. It was short and the texture felt like Kellan’s. He covered her breasts with kisses, laving the valley between both mountains of flesh with his tongue.

  Rough, manly fingers slipped into her pussy, spreading it, and a moment later a tongue probed her vagina. Jade bit back a scream, or at least she assumed it was held back, judging by the low buzzing in her head.

  The man beneath her held her against him and began to suck on her neck with an almost violent ardor. The pressure from his oral assault livened up the nerves in her skin and promised the birth of hickeys when he was done with her.

  Hot pressure bore down on her loins and a furnace seemed to fire up inside her womb the more the other man fucked her with his tongue. His finger replaced the slippery appendage and his tongue swiveled through her moist sex lips to beat her clit into submission. Her poor little nerve-infused button didn’t stand a chance against such ruthless tonguing.

  The hot swells inside her blood became fiery monsoons that ravaged through her with unstoppable power. Her mouth fell open and she felt strong buzzing in her head and heard what sounded like a muffled scream. Something hot and flat rested against her mouth to silence her. Someone’s hand.

  She felt the arousal become liquid as it poured from her body and ended its lascivious journey into a thirsty man’s mouth. Her body went limp, and this time she didn’t struggle or freak out when they moved her into a different position. She was placed back onto the man, only this time she rested on her stomach and he held her against his chest.


  A different man, or so she assumed, played with her hair, and a rough hand smoothed over her buttocks. He patted them and then stroked smooth wood over them. She suddenly remembered Sawyer’s threat to paddle her for taunting and sassing them a little bit ago. Was he the one touching her with the instrument of discipline?

  A light tap against her fanny was her only warning before a sudden swat evoked a hot flare of pain on her right butt cheek. Clearly he hadn’t been kidding about disciplining her. Sawyer Brooks was punishing her. She moaned at the realization. Maybe she should sass him more often.

  The next whack thundered down on her left ass cheek, and the fiery pain that darted through her skin there had her changing her mind. Maybe she should respect him.

  Once the pain settled into an enticing heat that made her hornier still, she decided that being a bad girl just might be the way to go. Each spanking had her warring between good girl and bad girl urges. The occasional caresses on her abused rump seemed to simultaneously chase away the pain even as they added to it in a strangely soothing way.

  All the while someone played with her hair and lavished her back with kisses while another hand massaged her shoulders into a relaxed state of acceptance. The cock pressed against her dripping slit sank deeper between her folds, and it became harder with each jolt and muffled cry she made.

  None of the men spoke to each other or to her through any of this, or perhaps she simply couldn’t hear them.

  God, she wanted them badly. How was she supposed to stay strong?

  A vicious whomp splatted down on her rear end, and some kind of noise vibrated inside her skull.

  Ah, that’s how. Thank you, Sawyer, I believe it is.

  The paddling stopped, and Jade was sure she gasped when moist, supple warmth pressed against her battered butt cheek. The delicate impact and texture told her it must be lips. They seasoned her warmed-up ass with kisses and soothing strokes of what felt like a hand fondling her sensitized flesh.

  She winced and squirmed when masculine hands gripped her hips and pulled her up and back toward him so that she came to rest on her knees and elbows.

  A hand lightly pushed her head downward, and she had a feeling genitals were on the horizon. She was certainly no sonar-gifted dolphin, but even she could sense that something was about to make contact with her face. Sure enough, the teasing wisp of coarse pubic hair tickled her nose just as the scent of lust-stricken male floated up her nostrils. The pungent, private essence made her woozy and lightheaded. Perhaps it was the lack of vision, or maybe her desire was riding just a bit too high.