The Men of Treasure Cove 3
The Sheriff’s Jailbirds
As the sheriff of Treasure Cove, Braxton Connelly has lived his life by the book. Harboring a deep secret, he ignores his heart’s desire and puts on a brave face for friends and family. Only behind closed doors, hidden rooms, and towns miles away does he give in to what he wants most.
Charlotte Ann Brooks is on the run. Hiding out in Celestial, Montana, she spends her days pecking away on computers, preferring the solitude to her loud waitressing job at the Rainbow Room. Her only saving grace is her roommate and confidant, Jordan.
Jordan Whitmore has built his little IT business from scratch. Putting everything he had into his business, he is finally comfortable and making money. That is until his roommate’s past comes barging in.
When the three worlds collide, chaos ensues. Tempers rise and all hell breaks loose in Treasure Cove. They must work together to fix the past, right the present, and save their futures.
Genre: BDSM, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys
Length: 38,445 words
THE SHERIFF’S JAILBIRDS
The Men of Treasure Cove 3
Rebecca Joyce
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THE SHERIFF’S JAILBIRDS
The Men of Treasure Cove 3
REBECCA JOYCE
Copyright © 2013
Prologue
Tossing and turning, he couldn’t sleep. His mind wouldn’t shut down. Every time he closed his eyes, he remembered that night.
It was his living nightmare. That night he gave into his Achilles’ heel and there was not a damn thing he could do about it. The feel, the smell, and the taste, he remembered well.
His body was too hot.
His cock was so hard it ached.
His balls begged for release, but nothing he did seemed to ease the pain.
Grabbing his stiff dick, he began stroking his meat rapidly, praying tonight he could bring himself a quick release. Closing his eyes, he imagined the feel as his cock slid deep in that tight molten hole. The heat seared him, and suction was constricting as he plowed aggressively into that forbidden place.
Fuck!
He wanted to jump in his car and drive the two hours to the heaven he knew was waiting. But the first time was a mistake. He was never going to do that again. He couldn’t do that again.
He promised himself.
Jerking his cock hard, he grabbed his balls and rolled them in his hands as he applied more pressure to his cock. If only he could come quickly.
Please let me come quickly!
The bouncing of the bed was helping his cause as he continued the furious pace of spanking his dick as he only got harder and harder.
He was so close.
He could feel the tightening.
That glorious release was within his reach.
Then like always, he remembered who he was fucking.
* * * *
“What do you want me to do?” the sultry husky voice asked.
“I want you to give me pleasure,” he responded. “I want to make out with you, to kiss you. I want your body next to mine. I want you to lick me all over and suck me off.”
The sultry smile before him had his cock straining against his uniform. For so long he had denied himself this pleasure, but for tonight and tonight only, he was giving in. Just once, he wanted the taste of the forbidden, just a single touch, a hot, searing kiss and the intimacy of love.
He watched as the sexy blond walked forward, running hot hands over his short hair. For the first time he wished his hair was longer, wishing it could be pulled. He liked it rough and always had, but right now there was nothing he could do about it.
With their faces so close, he could smell the coffee as a soft tongue licked his neck. Closing his eyes, he shivered at the pure sensation of touch and smell. Then without warning, the warmest lips he had ever tasted were on his. The hot tongue invaded his mouth, making him moan.
He had never felt anything like this, and he loved it. He responded, thrusting his own tongue into the hot cavern. Aggressive hands started moving up and down his back, pulling at his shirt until he felt the first touch of warm hands on his bare skin. Lifting his shirt out of the way, the assault on his mouth was momentarily interrupted and then vigorously began as if it never stopped. The tantalizing hands began groping his hard pectorals, pinching his stiff nipples and pulling at them.
Shivers of ecstasy ran up his spine.
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br /> This was actually happening.
He couldn’t wrap his mind around it, nor did he want to.
It felt so right, so wrong, and so fucking fantastic!
Breaking the kiss, those soft, warm lips slid down his throat, nuzzling it and rubbing their way down his chest.
All these new sensations flooded him. He had served and surrendered his body so many times, but to receive this type of pleasure was out of his control. He thought he just needed this one night of passion, just this one taste to sate his needs. But as those hot hands and wicked mouth moved on him, he was quickly realizing that just maybe he had awakened something so deep within him that nothing was ever going to come close.
He was learning what his soul truly wanted, needed, and craved for.
“Clothes off, lover,” the sultry voice demanded.
Quickly dispensing with his pants, he was left standing naked. His hard cock jutted out as those hot hands grabbed his dick and began the slow, torturous movement of jerking him off. He watched as the sexy blond smiled and kneeled before him. Working every square inch of his cock, he moaned, “Oh fuck, that feels so good.”
“Wait, baby, I’m not done with you yet,” the blond whispered, licking the head of his cock.
“Fuck!”
Licking the crown of his dick, he groaned as that wicked tongue twirled around his head.
“Come on, lover. You’re wound too tight. Lie down and let me ease some of your stress.”
Doing as requested, he lay face down on the bed.
He felt the warm body climb on his back and begin to knead the tightness out of his shoulders. He relaxed as the blond worked, manipulated, and massaged every muscle. Meticulously working every square inch of his body, the blond started with his toes and worked those devilishly capable hands all the way up his body.
He had had massages before and had been to exotic spas. Hell, he even had a Japanese woman jump on his back one time, but nothing prepared him for what this blond did next.
So when that wicked hot tongue rimmed his ass, he thought for sure he had just come all over the bed sheets. The fireworks in his ass had him writhing in pleasure.
That was until he felt the hot tongue slide in.
“Oh fuck! Yes, baby.”
“You like that, lover?” the blond asked.
The loud growl grew deep within him. Quickly rolling, he pinned the blond beneath him. “I need to fuck you now.”
Not giving the blond time to answer, he hooked an arm under a leg and lifted it. Grabbing his throbbing cock, he placed it at the moist entrance and surged forward into the tightest hole ever.
“Fuck! Oh fuck, you’re so Goddamned tight,” he yelled as he began slowly thrusting in and out of the tight hole. Leaning forward, he couldn’t resist those lips. Kissing the blond’s soft, full lips as he pounded in and out of that hot channel, for the first time he felt everything in his life was right.
The feel, the touch, the intimacy was right. Nothing could have prepared him for that revelation as he plowed deeper in the hot moistness.
“Oh fuck, baby, you feel so good. That’s it. Tighten your hole for me. Make me come for you,” he moaned, thrusting harder and harder.
“Fuck my ass, lover. Fuck it deep. Yeah, you like fucking my tight ass, don’t you? You love sticking your dick in another man’s ass. Come for me. Show me how much you love my ass!” the blond yelled, writhing beneath him as he grabbed his lover’s hips, pounding as his balls tightened and spewed his juice into him.
* * * *
Opening his eyes, his heart raced. His breathing was labored, and his cock was begging.
“Shit!” he shouted, turning and sitting on the side of his bed.
He couldn’t get that night out of his fucking head, and it was beginning to mess with him.
He had to find a way to let it go. There was nothing he could do to change what had happened. He gave into a moment of lust, and now it was like a drug he couldn’t kick.
He had gotten a taste of the forbidden, and he craved more.
Unable to sleep and get the release he so desperately needed, he rose from the bed and quickly dressed. If he couldn’t have what he most desperately wanted, then by God, he would have the next best thing.
Grabbing his keys, he locked up his house and headed to the only place this late at night that could service his needs.
He headed to the Pleasure Cave.
Chapter 1
Celestial, Montana…
“Charlotte!” he shouted, barreling through the front door. Storming down the long hallway, he headed straight for her. He was going to kick her ass. She had done it again, and he would bet this month’s paycheck she forgot because she was too busy playing on her damn computers.
A creature of habit, Charlotte Brooks was nothing more than a computer junkie, sitting at that stupid desk for hours, which he built for her, just so she could peck away on that damn keyboard doing whatever it was that she did.
They had met over eight months ago and hit it off immediately. She was looking for a place to crash, and he was looking for a roommate.
They became instant friends.
Charlotte was unlike any woman he had ever met. Spunky and outspoken, she lived life in the moment. She was kind of quiet at times, didn’t like strangers, and was methodical when it came to her space. Like most people, Charlotte had her quirks, which only added to her personality. She was hands down one of the smartest people he knew. Brains and beauty, Charlotte was the whole package.
Minus her inability to show up for work on time!
Banging on her bedroom door, he yelled, “Damn it, Charlotte, I know you’re in there!”
He could hear the pecking of keys behind the silence.
Wait until I get my hands on her.
She needed a good spanking, big time!
“Charlotte, open this damn door.” He continued to pound until the sounds of several dead bolts, chains, and clicks were heard.
Oh, and she was completely neurotic!
The door cracked open, and a pair of caramel-brown eyes sparkled at him. “Yezz, my lord and master?”
“You’re late! Apollo said if your ass isn’t at work in five minutes he is going to fire you, again!” he scolded her.
“Oh please,” she said, opening her bedroom wide and allowing him to enter. “That moron has his head so far up Fairy’s ass, I’m surprised his dick hasn’t started sprouting daisies. He won’t fire me. Besides, what’s the big urgency anyway? Is there some moon colliding with Uranus or something?” she said, rolling her eyes.
“Har har har. Not Funny! You know Apollo gets jumpy when his horoscope predicts doom.”
“Oh heaven forbid!” she gasped in mocking horror. “Seriously, Jordan, I don’t know why you stay here in this crazy town. These people are crazier than bat shit after a Sunday feeding frenzy.”
“Says the girl who thinks the FBI, CIA, and Interpol are gonna come knocking on her door at any minute.”
“Hey!” she said, affronted. “That is a legitimate claim.”
“Whatever. Get dressed, Charlotte. Apollo is waiting, and you’re gonna have to make up the time you missed. Amber and Dawn are still in Vegas with Helios’s at the Starlight Convention.”
“Oh yes, the infamous, cosmic bondage convention. Tell me again why I wasn’t allowed to go?” she asked, throwing the Rainbow Room standard tank on with some skinny jeans.
“Because the last time you went, you started a fucking fight! Haven’t you ever heard of ‘make love not war’? Seriously, I am surprised Helios didn’t chain your fine ass to the cross and whip your butt red. He is still angry with you.”
“Ha! That brute can try it, but I guarantee he won’t come within five feet of me, not after what happened last time.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Because after that fight I so-called started, which I didn’t, I had Helios’s bound and gagged for the next two hours while I spanked, sucked and…”
Holding his hand up, Jordan grimaced. “Enough! TMI. Besides, I am waiting for the day someone comes along and tames you. You need a good dominant.”
“What I need is to get the hell out of here. This town is fucking loco,” she replied, rolling her eyes. Jordan loved Charlotte, but sometimes, he wanted nothing more than to gag her, bind her, and fuck her ass until she screamed. Of course he kept that information to himself because if she ever got wind that he played both sides of the team, she would hightail it out of his life faster than a NASCAR on opening day at the Daytona 500.
“Charlotte, hurry up!” Jordan shouted as she fiddled with her short, blonde, spiky hair.
Teasing him as she donned her sneakers, he watched as she shut down all five of her computers, grabbed her backpack, and headed toward the front door.
She could try the patience God gave a saint!
Now, if he could only figure out what she did on those damn computers?
* * * *
Charlotte Brooks was nothing more than an Internet junkie, and she didn’t give a damn what anyone else thought. Raised in a loving home, her whole life had been tea parties, ballet classes, and swim meets. She did what she was told, went to the perfect school, dated the right guys, and got the best grades just to make her parents proud. But when the time came to leave for that exclusive top-of-the-line-college, well, Charlotte told her parents to fuck off!
It wasn’t that she didn’t love them, because she did, but when she turned eighteen and the time came to leave the nest, she didn’t want mommy and daddy dearest telling her what to do.
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