Espino, Stacey - Her Cowboy Triple Team [Ride 'em Hard 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (8 page)

She reached up between them and ran the palm of her hand over his cheek and the side of his jaw. “You haven’t shaved.”

He looked ruggedly irresistible with a couple days’ worth of stubble. She wanted to feel the roughness against her bare breasts, her inner thighs, and her pussy.

“I’ve been out of my mind thinking about you, Kayla. I never meant to go so far at the roast. When I’m with you, my common sense doesn’t seem to work.”

“I like it,” she said, mesmerized by his masculinity.

Touching Grant was no different than touching a live wire. Her entire body lit up on contact. He was so close, only a breath between them. His body so tall and broad shouldered that he blocked her view of the cupboards behind him.

He exhaled—a deep, animalistic sound. “Can I kiss you again?”

“Where?”

Grant tugged her against the hardness of his body and branded her with a searing kiss. She was bursting with energy and could barely contain her eagerness to explore Grant’s muscles. Having him back in her apartment again made her certain that Sepia wasn’t enough. She needed a man to provide companionship, love…sex.

“Let me see you,” he murmured against her lips, his hands probing along the hem of her shirt.

She shook her head, unwilling to share her body in plain sight. The darkness of her bedroom would be better. At least there she could give in to her desires without worrying about how she looked in Grant’s eyes.

“Fine. I’ll go first if that helps.”

He removed his arms from her waist and yanked off his own shirt. She almost toppled over at the sight of him. Her pussy wept, the need taking her breath away. The man was chiseled and hard. His pecs were defined, and he had small, edible brown nipples. Large collarbones led to a wide expanse of muscled shoulders, perfect for grabbing and holding on to. Kayla felt spineless. Her only thoughts were of licking the cowboy’s body from top to bottom. When her eyes drifted lower, there was a tempting trail of dark-blond hair which disappeared into his low-rise jeans.

She didn’t know what to say or do. Kayla wanted to whisper that she loved him, scream for him to fuck her, and beg for him not to walk out of her life. The volatile mix of emotion only added to the fuel burning in her cunt.

“Your turn, baby doll.”

She knew he deserved better—a woman who was equally young, fit, and attractive, but she was selfish and wanted him for herself. Kayla had passed the point of no return the moment she laid eyes on Grant’s ripped body. She didn’t protest when he gently slid her shirt up over her head.

Once he tossed the material, he smoothed his hands down her upstretched arms, along her sides, and around the small of her back to pull her closer. He didn’t look repulsed by her little belly rolls.

Grant heaved her up onto the counter, settling between her legs. He unclasped her bra with ease, letting the cups fall to her lap.

“Beautiful,” he said, cupping a bare tit in each hand.

She didn’t have any children, so her breasts were a nice sloping shape, just too damn big. But Grant appeared to relish the fleshy mounds, rubbing his prickly stubble across them as she’d imagined. His hot mouth covered her left areola, suckling and licking. Kayla whimpered, taken off guard by how strongly her body responded to his sinful mouth. She ran her hands over his shoulders and the expanse of his back. How much of this sweet torture could she handle before begging for his cock? Maybe now she’d get a full view of the magnificent specimen, no shadows to obscure her vision.

“I’m sorry,” he said as he peppered kisses across her chest to her right breast.

“You already told me that. Now you have to show me how much.” That garnered his full attention. He didn’t move his neck, just his eyes. His wicked glare promised hours of depraved pleasure.

Grant pressed her down until she was supporting her upper body on her elbows. He rose up, as slow as rising dough. When he licked his thick lips, studying her half-nude figure laid out in front of him, she reached up one hand in an attempt to touch him or pull him closer. He kept his hard pecs teasingly out of reach by leaning back but began the torturously slow process of unbuttoning her jeans.

“Watch yourself now,” he said before tugging the tight material down the length of her body.

She had to lean to the side and grab the opposite end of the counter to avoid being yanked off entirely. The rough handling was exactly what she needed right now. Her pussy was too swollen, too ready to deal with sweet words and gentle caresses. She needed a real man, a take-charge cowboy like Grant to give her what she craved.

He held her legs open at the knees, staring down at her pussy. She could barely brace her heels on the edge of the counter. Her entire body was on display, every roll, dimple, and imperfection.

“Where should I start?” he said reflectively. She didn’t say a word, trusting him to know how to please her as he did three nights ago. “Maybe a sampling is in order, eh?”

Grant leaned over, his shoulders pressing her thighs farther apart. His hot tongue swiped her soaking pussy lips. “Oh God,” she called out. Kayla was coiled so tight that she’d come with the slightest amount of stimulation.

“You’re ripe, darlin’.” After another skilled lick, he rose between her legs. He massaged her breast with one hand, and she was so sensitive for his touch. The other hand painted a trail down her soft center, from her ribs, over her belly, to her clit. He used two fingers to play between her moist folds before pushing them into her cunt. She could barely support her weight on her forearms as she watched him. He was entranced by her pussy, a glazed-over lust in his eyes.

“That feels good,” she said.

He finger-fucked her, slowly thrusting those two long fingers in and out of her slick heat. If he wasn’t watching his retreating digits, he was staring into her eyes, bringing her vulnerabilities to the surface with just a glance. When he added his thumb to her clit, working it in precise circles, she cried out.

“No more, Grant…” She needed his cock, his warm body stretched out over hers. This wasn’t enough, only a teasing sample of what he could give her.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” He kissed her clit once, a single spark, and stood back up, waiting.

“You. Your cock.”

“Good girl.” He smirked, the one she knew so well and adored. She watched in rapt awe as he unbuckled his Wranglers. The metal and leather of his belt parted as he lowered his zipper. When he released his cock, her jaw dropped. It was massive, with bulging veins running the length. The head was thick and swollen, ready to burst. He tugged her to the edge of the counter, the laminate burning a streak along her lower back.

“This what you wanted?”

She nodded dazedly, feeling slightly leery of his size. But she’d already taken him, and it had been glorious. He held the base of his erection, running the head in her overflow of juices. She held her breath when he forced the first inch in between her folds. He stopped, watching her, leaving his cock just barely inside her as he rested his hands on her spread knees. She tried to thrust up, but he applied slight downward pressure to her legs to keep her flat.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking my time. Look between us, Kayla. Go on, now.”

She hated looking at her own figure under the harsh florescent lights, especially in this unflattering position. She did as he asked, though, pushing up a bit higher so she could clearly see his dark cock pressing into her pale pussy. The sight was dirty, naughty, raw, and titillating.

“You’re big, Grant.”

“Should I stop?”

“No. Go deeper.”

His chest was rising and falling in deep waves. She loved that he was just as affected as she. Before he could give her what she wanted, there was a sudden knock on her door. She gasped, her body flinching. It was late, and she never had company. Kayla was tempted to ignore the knock and continue their game. It wouldn’t take much for her to come, and she was determined to reach that sought-after peak.

Grant exhaled, a mix of anger and exasperation. “You expecting someone?”

“No.”

He released her, tucking his hard cock into his jeans, leaving his belt hanging open at the sides. She closed her legs and sat up on the edge of the counter. Whoever was at her door better have a damn good reason for being there.

“It’s late. I’ll get it,” he said. There was a protective air to Grant, and she relished being cared for. She’d love to have a committed relationship with him, to trust him with her heart.

He strode over to the door as she slipped off the counter. There was a throw on the back of the sofa which she wrapped around her shoulders to cover herself.

“What are you doing here?” Grant demanded, his voice unwelcoming.

She peered around the dividing wall to find Ben standing in her doorway. Her heart began to race. The sensual feelings she had for the
Richmond
brothers flooded through her, combined with her budding love for Grant. It was a whirlwind of conflicting desires. They were both large men, equally handsome in their own unique way. She remembered their confrontation at the corn roast, and it was like reliving that same tension again.

“No, what are you doing here?”

“Kayla’s my woman, or didn’t you get the hint at the corn roast?” Grant’s arms were crossed over his chest. She could see all the muscles in his back flexing as he moved.

Ben had one arm against the doorframe, using the other hand in the air as he spoke. “Well she never mentioned anything when she was at my place all afternoon. I just came by to return her sweater.”

Grant turned around and met eyes with her. Why did she find betrayal when he’d just shown back up in her life? “That true, Kayla?”

“I’m working on the Richmond Ranch starting Monday. They needed a bookkeeper.” Her answer appeased him somewhat, but he turned his wrath onto Ben.

“What kind of game you playing, Benjamin? You know damn well she’s mine. You’ve seen us together with your own two eyes. Now, all of a sudden, you’re desperate for a bookkeeper? Or is it Clay you’re trying to screw over by taking her from the feed shop? You paying him back for wanting nothing to do with your mutant grain?”

“Don’t get me started, Garner. You know nothing about us or how we run things at our place. You should be minding your own damn business rather than fueling yourself off gossip.”

The men got closer, their voices louder. “Kayla is my business. So we have a big fucking problem.”

“She on a leash now?”

“Kayla can do as she pleases,” Grant insisted.

“Good, because I’d say the best man for her is my brother, Austin. Even a fool could see a future with him is in her best interest.”

“
Austin
?”

“Stop!” She couldn’t stand to hear them arguing. Her brother was always laid back, never raising his voice at her. When alone, these men were no different from him, but together they were like two cocks in a henhouse. She didn’t want Grant feeling insecure because she worked with his rival. But, then again, she had a base desire for Austin and Ben which had tripled after one afternoon with them. Was she deprived, experiencing her sexual peak, or was there something special about the three men? She was tempted to believe it was a combination of the three, but no other men had affected her the way they did so effortlessly.

For the briefest moment she allowed herself to envision both men, now staring at her with a heated passion, choosing to share her. Just as she’d fantasized about both
Richmond
brothers forcing her to their living room floor, she now had sick thoughts of Grant and Ben…even all three men agreeing to fuck her as a team.

Samantha Carson had three husbands, and Grant’s brother shared his wife with two other men. Her own brother shared Angel with another man. It wasn’t so farfetched of an idea, but still impossible since Ben and Grant fought the moment they saw each other. She was in a horrible predicament. On one side she should be thankful to have the attention of even one good-looking cowboy, never mind three. On the other hand, it looked like she’d have to choose to keep the peace. She had stronger feelings for Grant since they’d started their courtship over a month ago, but the idea of giving up on Ben and
Austin
made her depressed. Kayla felt sick. She was being greedy, wanting her cake and cupcakes, too.

Grant came right over to her and tucked her against his side. He kissed her atop the head. “I’m sorry, baby girl. I shouldn’t have hollered like I did. You did nothing wrong.”

Did her impure thoughts make her bad? Should she be judged on her actions or the wicked scenarios she continually played in her head?

Both of Grant’s hands were on her, holding her close. So when a third hand stroked her hair, she turned to look. Ben was beside her, looking like a guilty boy. His dark features gave him a brooding appeal that pulled her in. “I’m sorry for just showing up. I can say it was to bring your sweater back, but honestly I just couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“Back off,
Richmond
.” Grant’s hold on her tightened.

She should have been horrified that two men she cared about looked ready to rip each other’s heads off. But instead her unfulfilled desires escalated, bringing her pussy back to life in an instant. Would Ben be as well chiseled as Grant? Would his cock be as big? As if they could scent her increasing lust, they stopped fighting, only focusing on her.