Buckskins, Boots & Bondage (Cowboy Kink) (6 page)

“You don’t know that,” she’d protested.

“I know enough lawyers to make a good judgment here.” Hal Rossier had been lounging on the couch in his usual relaxed posture, dark red hair curling at the neck of his T-shirt. “We sure do like being with you, Angel, but we’ve talked about it and it just ain’t gonna work any more.”

It was just so stupid, but nothing could change their decision. Since then, she’d been extra cautious. She was who she was and the men she was with would just have to accept that. And it really hadn’t mattered until she met the Davis twins. In an instant, she realized there was something much stronger here than just some really good sex. And the way they shared her…there was something a little extra special about that. In some threesomes, she’d sensed latent jealousy or possession and that just didn’t work. But with Justin and Tucker…

Last night, after they’d had worn themselves out, they decompressed over coffee in the lounge and decided the share information about themselves. They told her about their feedlot, and she’d told them what she did for a living. If it turned them off, she wanted to find out sooner rather than later.

She’d been honest with them about how important her career was to her. How hard she’d worked to get where she was. The possibility of a junior partnership shimmering just out of her reach. They hadn’t acted as if they were threatened by it the way her first lovers were. As a matter of fact they hadn’t said much about it at all, and she wasn’t sure how to read that. It was hard to risk your heart and reputation when everything could disappear in seconds.

They’d seemed okay with it, even when she stressed its importance to her. Their attitude gave her hope for the future with them.

Cart before the horse, Angel. You met two brothers who do it for you, and already you’re dreaming about the future.

Still, there was something very special about the Davis twins. Was it possible she had a second chance at real happiness? First, she needed to learn more about them personally. And make sure they understood her. Just good sex didn’t make for a lasting relationship.

Sighing, she banished the tantalizing thoughts and turned her focus on the folder on her desk.

****

Tucker pushed away from his computer and sat back in his desk chair. He’d just spent the last hour pretending to read the feed and growth records for three lots of cattle without one single thing registering in his brain. Or what seemed to pass for his brain.

They had great software for tracking weight gain on the cattle entrusted to them and the efficiency of the different types of feed they used. And he and Justin had been doing this for years. It should be second nature to him. So why did his mind refuse to function today? He should give up and just let Justin do the tracking. He was much better at the office stuff, anyway. He could do the calculations and give Tucker the reports he needed to handle the cattle. Justin really didn’t have the temperament to be cooped up in an office.

Outside, he could hear the bawling of calves as they moved around their pens and hear the shouting of the hands as they tossed the hay from the pickups. That’s where he really should be, where he didn’t have to use too many brain cells because by now everything was automatic for him.

Twice a day they filled the multiple feeding pens with sweet coastal hay and then at four o’clock came the tedious work of putting out the specially mixed grains. Each of the workers carried a handheld computer with codes for each group of cattle and the feed they were getting. Finally, at the end of each week—tomorrow—came the backbreaking, ball-busting job of weighing each calf and recording the weight gain.

But that’s what we get paid for, dirty work and all.

“Daydreaming, bro?”

Justin dropped into the chair on the other side of the desk and lifted his booted feet to the surface.

Tucker ran his fingers through his hair. “Hell of a thing for a grown man to be doing, right?”

“You’ve been staring at that computer since the last time I walked past here, which, best I remember, was more than an hour ago. Why don’t we go get some lunch? Maybe that’ll get your mind back on business.” He chuckled. “And off a certain very hot female if I’m not mistaken.”

“You can’t deny she’s stuck in your mind.” Tucker just wished he could get his brother to loosen the chains of the past. He’d let go a long time ago.

Justin’s face sobered. “Yeah, she is. The hot sex was mighty fine, Tuck, and I have a feeling it’s going to get even better. If we let it.”

“If we let it?” Tucker repeated, frowning. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean.” A muscle ticked in Justin’s cheek. “There seems to be something very special about our Angel girl. But I’ve learned if something seems too good to be true it usually is.”

“Goddamnit.” Tucker pushed back from his desk with a rough shove of his hands. “Is this about Holly
again
? Are you ever going to wipe that fucking female out of your mind? You planning to let her ruin the rest of your life? She isn’t worth it.”

He blew out a breath. Anger wasn’t his thing, especially with his twin, but he was getting fucking sick and tired of the ghost of Holly hovering over them.

“You always want to jump in with both feet,” Justin growled. “Maybe if we’d taken more time before…”

“We may have to have a very long talk, bro,” Tucker pointed out. “We finally found a place to play right around the corner and a woman who might just come to be more than a playmate to us and you’re all ready to back out. Angel is nothing like Holly. Get it through your head that Holly was a self-centered brat and what you felt for her was not even close to love.”

“Speak for yourself,” Justin said with bitterness.

Tucker turned back to his computer, determined not to let his twin’s attitude affect his attitude toward Angel. “I’m not getting much done here. In fact I’m about to turn this whole thing over to you. Let’s take a few minutes and check out the law firm where Angel said she works. Find out a little more about our playmate.”

He swiveled his chair around and tapped Martinez and Devlin into the search box.

“Wow!” He stared at the screen. She sure looks different when she’s not naked and being fucked.”

“Of course she does, you idiot. Let’s see.”

They studied the picture. Angel’s luxurious black hair, instead of hanging down her back in a smooth tail, was wound into some kind of sleek knot at the nape of her neck. Gone was the smoky eye makeup and the hot pink lipstick, replaced by subdued coloring. Although the photo only showed her from the waist up, what they could see was a tailored jacket and a triple string of pearls. But sex still radiated from her.

“It says litigation attorneys,” Justin commented. “I think that’s a fancy word meaning they sue people.”

“Yup. Look here.” Tucker tapped the screen with his finger. “Civil law suits, personal injury, and white collar defense. I think you have to be real sharks to succeed in that area of the law.”

Justin frowned as he read everything on the page. “They’ve got her entire bio and all her credentials listed. No wonder she said her career was important to her.”

“Yes, she did.” Tucker nodded. “But that doesn’t mean she’s not ready to settle down. A woman whose sexually vibrant and interestingly intelligent sounds like the ideal combination to me.”

Come on, Justin. Let go of the past.

“We just met her last night,” Justin pointed out. “You know what happened last time we didn’t take it slow. Anyway, we might not have more in common with her than very kinky sex.”

Tucker shook his head. “I’ll say it again. There’s something special there. I felt it right away. We just need to find out if it’s real.

“And we have to be real careful about where we take this,” Justin said again. “No mistakes this time.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Sometimes Tucker was very frustrated with his brother. “Enough is enough already. You don’t need to keep reminding me. You need to get over it. Take the cure. The Holly cure.”

Justin waved a hand at him, dismissing the topic.

He never wants to discuss it. Sooner or later, we have to or we’ll end up being lonely old men.

“So what else does it say about her?” Justin wanted to know.

“She’s the lead junior associate for one of the partners. Obviously she’s very sharp.”

“Okay,” Justin said. “So she needs to be cautious, too. I’d think law firms like this might not be too excited about their associates living unusual lifestyles.”

“I think that depends.” Tucker studied the screen. “If she’s in the top echelon, writes a lot of billable hours, and has a top position with the firm, she becomes almost untouchable. People like that close ranks around each other.”

“Yeah, but first she has to get there,” Justin pointed out.

“Well, at least we know a little more about her than we did.” Tucker shut down the page. “Let’s go get some lunch. Maybe we’ll be lucky enough to run into Reece or Katie and they can fill us in.”

“You know they don’t give out information on clients. Reece was very specific about that when he gave us the guest membership.”

“Still…”

“Still nothing. Let’s go get some grub and let this drop for the moment. We can talk about it with Angel on Friday night. Get to know her a little better.”

“I’d like to do more than talk,” Tucker grumbled. “I’ve had a hard-on since I got up this morning that isn’t going away any time soon.”

“Then you ought to be real primed for Friday night.”

****

Angel hung up her suit, stripped off the rest of her clothes and tossed them in the hamper. Masterson had insisted she join the meeting with the clients and, by the time she left the office, her head throbbed and her eyes ached. But as the meeting finally broke up, he’d complimented her on her work and indicated there would be something good coming her way soon.

Junior partnership. Please. Security so I can get on with my personal life.

It wasn’t often that junior associates were bumped directly into a partnership position. They usually moved to senior associate then to the partnership track. But Angel had accomplished some outstanding things since transferring to this office and it put her on the radar of the senior partners.

As she stood under the hot steaming spray of the shower, she let her mind fall back to the night before with the Davis brothers. And that faint magical zing she’d felt the moment she walked over to them.

Easy, Angel. You know nothing about them except they’re into threesomes, they have a ranch in La Mirada, and they rocked your world. You don’t know what they’re looking for or if they want anything beyond a hookup now and then at the club. Box up those daydreams or you’ll get hurt.

Still she couldn’t stop herself from imagining what it would be like at home with the two of them. Maybe she’d cook for them wearing nothing but an apron. Or they might wait on her. Cater to her. Sharing a bed with them, curled between those hard masculine bodies.

She’d only been hoping to find two compatible men she could play with on a regular basis. But holy shit! The Davis twins were a lot more than compatible. From the moment Clint had introduced her to them, a powerful connection had zinged between them. She was sure they felt the same thing, although she got the feeling they were as cautious as she was.

Even soaked as she was from the shower spray, she could still feel the imprint of their hands on her body. The touch of their mouths and the warm strokes of heated tongues. The soft breeze of hot breaths on her skin. And those magnificent cocks, filling her front and back. She shivered as the memory made the pulse in her cunt ratchet up. Eyes still closed, she slid a hand down over her tummy through the carefully trimmed curls on her labia to find her hungry clit.

Pulling the little bundle of nerves between thumb and forefinger, she pretended it was Justin touching her while Tucker slid his well-lubed fingers into her ass. She was pleasantly surprised they were into spanking. The smack of hand or paddle on her buttocks always ramped up the arousal factor for her. She rubbed her clit harder and faster as she recalled the rush of heat down her thighs and into her cunt. She hoped there were a lot more things they were into.

The familiar knot low in her tummy uncoiled, sending lust surging through her. Almost there. Almost. Almost.

And then, oh god, it grabbed her, tremors racing over her. She slid three fingers into the hot well of her pussy, riding them, pretending it was one of the twins. Spent, she leaned against the wall of the shower and raised her hand to her mouth, licking her own juices from her fingers.

Friday night couldn’t come soon enough for her.

Chapter Five

Justin did his best not to watch the clients entering Rawhide and check his watch every five minutes. Of the two brothers, he was by far the more self-contained. More reticent. The one who always looked at everything from every possible side before making a decision. But he was also the one whose passions ran the deepest and whose desires were the most erotic. When he and Tucker began experimenting with BDSM, he made sure the clubs they visited had a trained Master to teach them every nuance, every skill. Every possible way to bring pleasure to a woman.