Briar's Cowboys (7 page)

A hand snaked down to her cunt while the men kissed. At least two digits pushed up into her, finger-fucking her while she was held pressed within the circle of the four bodies. She couldn’t squirm or move away—she couldn’t move at all. She could only feel and experience.

Closing her eyes, she pressed her face into Jax’s neck and let the sensations overwhelm her.

“That’s right, baby,” he said. “Take it. Give yourself over to us.”

A thumb scraped over her clit and she screamed, tumbling over the edge of reason. Her awareness spun dizzily as she plummeted into mindless release, spasming in their arms. She was barely aware of Jax turning and drawing her over him, this time to face him.

His hands moved over her body, bringing her back. He cupped her face then held her gaze as her vision cleared. Distantly, she heard latex and was glad someone had thought of protection. She hadn’t.

Then Jax’s cock was nudging her opening. She pushed her hands against his shoulders then lifted her hips to improve her angle. Slowly, she lowered down his shaft. Her mouth dropped open as the wide girth stretched her, pushing open her tender walls as he claimed her passage. Behind her, Ram held her hips and pushed her down Jax’s cock.

Hands seemed to be on her everywhere as she started to ride him. Her pelvis rocked while Ram continued holding her. Jax cupped her breasts, molding them and pushing his palms toward her nipples where he pulled and twisted the tips then started again. Cannon and Hawk remained on either side of her, their fingers dragging along any portion of bare skin they could touch.

There was…so…much. The sensation nearly overwhelmed her as she moved on the rugged lawyer-cowboy beneath her. His cock pushed so deep she was sure she’d still feel him tomorrow. He groaned as she rolled her hips and his hands tightened on her breasts.

Behind her, Ram shifted and his hands left her hips. His fingers splayed on her back as he pushed her toward Jax until she lay chest to chest with him. Jax gripped her ass, parting her while he pumped upward into her pussy, filling her and filling her and filling her until she was near mindless from the drives and the constant knocks against her clit.

Suddenly, cool gel dribbled onto her ass and she jerked as slick fingers pressed to her anus, spreading the lube and pushing for entry.

“I…I…can’t…” she panted. “I never…”

“Relax,” Jax murmured then kissed her. “Just let him touch you for now. We won’t force you or hurt you.”

Biting her lip, she nodded as Jax stopped moving and held her still as Ram worked a finger into her rear. A low moan rolled from her throat at the forbidden sensation of that long finger pushing in and out of her ass, opening her and preparing her for something she wasn’t sure she could take. Ram rubbed Jax’s cock through the thin wall separating her two passages. Tingles radiated through her ass, and she wanted more than Ram’s fingers. She needed all of him, if only to try this out one time.

“Just do it,” she moaned against the side of Jax’s face. “I want to feel both of you!”

A hand made circles on her lower back.

“Okay, relax,” Jax told her, but she still craned her neck to look over her shoulder. Cannon handed Ram an open packet of lube which Ram then squirted onto his condom-covered cock. He fisted his erection, spreading the gel. Cannon, apparently the supply man, gave him another pack which Ram squeezed onto her ass. She shivered at the coolness, but the area heated as Ram rubbed the lubricant into her hole. When she was moaning from the finger-fucking, he pressed the head of his cock to her opening.

Jax, who’d been slowly moving in and out of her, went still once more. His fingers drove into her hair and he brought her lips to his, absorbing her cry as Ram pushed into her bit by bit. She whimpered at the overwhelming feeling of two shafts pushed deep inside her.

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Baby…” Jax murmured, concern coloring the endearment.

“I’m okay,” she sobbed, unable to express the emotions and the reactions exploding through her. “I’m okay. Please…please just move…”

Her nails dug into the carpet on either side of Jax’s shoulders as he held her hips stationary as he and Ram moved in and out of her.

Nothing had ever felt like this. Nothing. Her head tossed back as she straightened her arms and gasped at the new angle. When her vision cleared, she met Cannon’s gaze. Reaching for him seemed the right extension to what was happening. As he knelt beside her head, she sucked his cock. Three men. She was fucking three men right now. If only she could figure out how to do all four. She didn’t want Hawk left out—but he solved the problem for her.

Coming to stand beside Cannon, Hawk guided his lover’s lips to his cock. Happy that
everyone
would be satisfied, Briar let go of thinking and just felt. The pistoning in her ass and cunt lost rhythm as the men drew closer to release, but it was Cannon who suddenly cried out.

Briar swallowed as quickly as she could to capture Cannon’s cum as he spurted into her mouth. Perhaps set off by his man, Hawk grunted a moment later and she saw him clasp Cannon’s head, holding him in place with Hawk’s cock deep in his mouth as Hawk shook. Cannon’s throat worked convulsively, and Briar could only guess he was swallowing Hawk’s release.

The sight triggered tremors through her and her pussy clenched around Jax, but Jax and Ram kept on, driving her orgasm higher until she was screaming her pleasure. Her vision grayed as the continuous waves washed over her, one started just as another died.

“Oh fuck yeah!” Ram yelled as her body clasped him. “So damn tight. Yes, squeeze me.”

“Yeah, baby, I’m gonna… Oh…fuck!” Jax exclaimed.

“Yes!” Briar wailed, barely able to breathe as she shook between them. She gasped as she collapsed on Jax’s sweat-covered chest.

So this was what the woman of Daly had whispered about. As Briar drifted on a wave of muzzy pleasure barely aware of Ram, Cannon or Hawk moving around her, she knew she’d made the right choice to finally come home and stay here.

* * * *

“So…you just
happened
to have condoms and lube with you?” Briar asked awhile later. While she’d been in la-la land, the four men had each pulled on their pants. Hawk and Cannon had gone to dish up the stew she’d made and brought it into the living room. Right now, she was wrapped in an afghan and curled up between Jax and Ram. The group ate by firelight and enjoyed the warm afterglow still vibrating through them.

“Just because we weren’t sleeping with a woman, doesn’t mean we don’t sleep with each other. Always prepared,” Cannon quipped while Hawk glance at him askance.

“Such a Boy Scout,” Ram said, rolling his eyes.

“Whatever. Just be glad I believe in keeping a supply handy or you’d have been s-o-l,” Cannon retorted.

“Well…I’m glad,” Briar cut in. She looked down at her stew, stirring it as an unexpected flood of embarrassment fell over her. Good lord, she’d just slept with four men, but she felt a little smug and happy about it. Was that okay? In fact, she was wondering how soon it could happen again. “So, uh, how many more do you have?”

Hawk laughed and gave Cannon a shove.

“Hey, watch it!” Cannon protested before Hawk got out a word. “I don’t want to spill stew all over Briar’s couch.”

“Your bowl is almost empty, so nice try at a distraction.” Hawk looked over at Briar. “Boy Scout here found a whole bunch of supplies under the counter in the front bathroom—enough for a regular orgy. I’m afraid to ask what sort of parties used to go on here.”

Cannon glared at him. “You’re sleeping alone tonight, jerk.”

This time, Hawk rolled
his
eyes. “Whatever. I’m sure I’ll find someone to keep me busy.”

“Over my dead body,” his lover snapped. “You know the rule. I’m there or you don’t play.”

Hawk shrugged. “You can come watch.”

Briar fought back a smile as Hawk taunted Cannon. Hawk knew exactly how to tease a reaction from his partner, but she doubted the antics were serious. She had no doubt that the two of them would go to bed together tonight, no matter what was said.

“Since you’re not coming to my bed and I’m sure Ram doesn’t want you in his, I’m not sure where you think you’re gonna go,” Jax offered drily. He sighed. “Speaking of bed, we should probably get moving. Morning will be here before we’re ready.”

The other three men groaned, and Cannon got up and gathered all the bowls. Briar straightened and swung her feet to the ground. “Where do you have to go?”

Ram jerked his head toward the north windows. “Robert outfitted a line shack for us near the edge of his place. We stay there and ride our horses to Last Chance every day. The horses stay in your barn most days while we use the 4x4s for wrangling and ranch work. It’s a twenty minute ride in good weather to and from shack. In the dark and with this snow, it’ll probably take a little longer tonight which is why we need to get going.”

She shook her head. “That doesn’t make sense. I have the room and quarters for ranch hands, too—”

“We couldn’t just stay here,” Ram interrupted.

“But I’m here now. I’m asking. Besides…you and Jax work for me now. Hawk and Cannon might as well stay here too, though they officially still work for Robert. I’ll make up rooms for you to use tonight then tomorrow you can take one of the trucks over and get your stuff. God knows I have enough room here.”

Jax contemplated her for a moment before speaking. “We don’t want to…crowd you.”

She grinned, understanding that he didn’t want her to feel like she had to sleep with them all the time. “There are at least six bedrooms,” she told him, “plus the ranch hands’ house across the yard and what I guess is the foreman’s apartment over the garage. Each of us can have our space and privacy, if that’s your concern.”

“I’m all for staying,” Cannon chimed in. “I was definitely not looking forward to freezing my ass off on the ride to the Flying D.”

Jax narrowed his eyes at the younger man, obviously reminding him who was in charge around here. Briar shook her head. When it came to the house, she was in charge, but she’d let the men battle out their issues without reminding them of her place.

She reached for her shirt and looked around for her panties, before remembering they’d been destroyed. Quickly, she shimmied on her jeans then dropped the afghan and pulled on her shirt. “You discuss it; I’ll make up a few bedrooms.” She looked at Hawk. “One for you and Cannon?”

He nodded. “I’ll come along and help you.”

She’d seen sheets folded neatly in the upstairs linen closet when she’d been looking around so she headed there.

“I hear you’re leaving here next month,” she commented when she and Hawk were halfway up the stairs.

“Supposed to,” Hawk replied.

“Supposed to?” she echoed.

“Yeah.” He shrugged. “Cannon and I are having a debate over the matter now.”

“Something you can talk about?”

“He likes it here. I do too, don’t get me wrong, but I know we need to finish our education. We come from different backgrounds, so we have different outlooks, I guess. His family is wealthy, and he doesn’t know what it’s like to scrape. I do. There’s also his parents. They’re…judgmental. About our relationship, mostly. Also about me being poor and of Native American descent. I can handle it though, as long as I have a goal.”

Briar nodded, understanding what it was like to be the poor kid and judged by other people. “Have you thought of transferring to a university out here? Jax went to law school here so there must be something.”

“That’s part of what we’re talking about. I’m willing to stay out here if we’re finishing our degrees. I’m the first one in my family who’ll graduate college—I’m not letting them down.”

“Whatever you decide, you have a place to stay on the Last Chance,” she told him as they reached the closet. Opening it, she reached for a set of sheets and pillowcases then handed them to him. “I can’t hire more people right now, but I have the space. So, I’m thinking,” she said, changing the subject, “you two can have the room at the end of the hallway over there. It’s got a nice view of the back fields.” Unsure whether or not Jax and Ram would sleep together, Briar would make up two rooms while Hawk did his and Cannon’s.

“Anywhere will be fine, ma’am—”

“Don’t start ma’am-ing me. Especially, not after…” she trailed off. “Um, I’m going to make up the other rooms.”

Hawk caught her arm as she turned to go. “Briar, you’re not regretting it, are you?”

“No, I’m…well…actually, I don’t know what to think. I keep swinging between complete happiness and a little bit of embarrassment, but regret? Not at all.”

His fingers slid into the hair at the base of her skull. “Good,” he said as he brushed his lips over hers. “There’s so much more we can do together, and I hope we get to try it all.”

Briar bit her lip, smiling at the same time. Her heart suddenly felt as if it were stretched in four different directions, but it wasn’t unpleasant. For the first time, she realized that the heart had a huge capacity for affection, something other Daly women must have experienced for generations.

She might not have a permanent relationship with all four of the guys—or any of them, if she was truthful with herself—but each of them would forever have a part of her. Whatever happened, happened, she decided. She’d roll with and enjoy it.

* * * *

Enjoying the sight of Briar’s curvy ass, Jax leaned in the doorway of one of the bedrooms and watched her tucking a sheet under the corner of the mattress.

“You know,” he said, “given permission, Ram and I would stay with you.”

“Really?” she asked, but he could tell from her tone that she was entertaining the idea.

“Really. I’d like to sleep with my arms around you. Downstairs wasn’t enough.”

“For me either,” she replied. “I feel like I should be scandalized by the idea of sleeping with four men, but mostly, I just want more.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that, Briar. In other places, people might not understand, but around here, no one’s going to say a thing.”

“I know.” She turned and sat on the edge of the bed. “It all seems so unreal—the house, you four, even being back here.”