Her Heart-Stealing Cowboys [Hellfire Ranch 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (37 page)

“I’ll work on it,” Garner said. “Do you know when you’ll be coming back to Boston?”

Rebecca looked up at Tag. Fierce protectiveness shone from his green eyes. Her glance slid to Wade and she found the same ferocity. “No,” she said. “I don’t.”

“I see.”

“Is Deidre with you?”

“Yes. Hold on.”

Metal clinked, then Deidre’s breathless voice came on the line. “Rebecca, it’s all gone. All of it.”

“It’s okay,” Rebecca said soothingly. “It can all be replaced. The important thing is that you’re safe.”

Deidre sniffled. “That’s sweet. Thank you.”

“Hey, you’re my best friend and the best office manager anyone could ask for.”

“Now you’re blowing smoke up my skirt.”

Rebecca laughed and rested her head on Tag’s shoulder. She reached out and grabbed Wade’s forearm. “Down here it’s called bullshitting.”

Deidre laughed. “You sound different,” she said. “More relaxed. That’s kind of strange, considering you’re down there to investigate a murderer.”

“That’s all wrapped up,” she said.

“Wow, that was fast. When are you coming home? All my notes were in my computer and that’s a pile of plastic ash. I’ll have to call the airline for your itinerary and —”

“Deidre,” Rebecca said loudly.

Her secretary stopped talking then gasped. “You’re not coming back to Boston, are you?”

Rebecca smiled at the two men watching her with the intensity of hawks. Tag smiled back and rubbed his thumb along her jaw.

Wade slid her hand to his and entangled their fingers.

“No,” she said. “I’m not.”

“All right,” Deidre said. “Then I’m coming down. We can start all over in Texas. Hey, maybe I can land myself one of those cowboys.”

“Not one of
my
cowboys. I’m keeping both of ’em.” Rebecca chuckled as she said her good-byes then disconnected the call. She lifted her palm before they could bombard her with questions.

“Later,” she said huskily. “I’ll tell you everything much, much later. Right now, I want to go home and reassure myself we’re all alive and well.”

Wade straightened away from the desk. He tucked up against her side and pushed her further into Tag’s warm body. “You have a suggestion on how to do that?”

She snagged his neck and pulled his head down. She kissed him long and hard before releasing him. “Does that answer your question?”

Wade grinned. “Hell yeah. Tag?”

Tag’s arms tightened around her shoulders. He tipped her chin up and brushed a soft kiss to her lips. “Rebecca Lyons, I want this absolutely crystal clear before we go home and get naked.”

The words sent a shiver of anticipation through her. “What’s that?”

“I love you.”

All the breath escaped her lungs in one fell swoop. Joy filled her. She bit her lip and sniffed back tears. “You do?”

“Yep,” he said. “Not only that, but I don’t want you to leave me.” His green gaze lifted to Wade. “Us,” he corrected softly. “I don’t want you to leave us.”

Wade’s grin was as wide as the entire state of Texas. She thought she saw a sheen of moisture in his magnetic blue gaze. “I couldn’t have said it better myself but then, ‘I love you’ is pretty straightforward.” He caressed her hand. “And I do. Love you. Very, very much.”

The tears escaped and she gave a watery smile at their identical looks of panic. “Good, you big lugs. Because I love you, too. I’m not going anywhere but home. Our home.”

Tag grinned. “Sounds like a damn fine plan to me.”

Wade held up his arm. “Me, too. Bex, when we get there will you kiss it and make it better?”

All sorts of salacious thoughts stampeded through her mind. She lowered her eyelashes and peeked up at him with her best flirtatious look. “Is that all you want me to kiss?”

His throat worked and his blue eyes flashed with sensual fire. “Hell, no. I’ve got lots of places I want those sweet lips of yours.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” she said.

Tag’s fingers tightened on her shoulder and she looked up. He, too, had a look of devilish need in his green gaze. “Just how adventurous are you feeling, Bex?”

Her mouth went dry. “Why?”

He shared a look with Wade then lowered his head until he nuzzled the outside of her ear. Shivers raced through her body.

“Because I’m thinking it’s past time we both had you. At the same time.”

“You ever lick a nine-volt battery?” Tag asked as he held the door open for her.

Rebecca paused in the doorway. “Uh, no. Have you?”

He grinned and motioned her inside. “Hell, yeah. It’s a boyhood rite of passage.”

She shuddered. “Glad I’m not a boy.”

“Me, too,” Wade commented.

They all laughed as they walked into the living room.

Rebecca set her purse down near the sofa as Tag put his hat on a wall peg. “Why the weird question?”

He winked and sauntered toward her. His loose-limbed gait made her heart beat a little faster, but it was the blatant love and admiration on his face that melted every part of her. He tweaked her nose, then walked past her. “Come to the bedroom and find out.”

Wade patted her bottom, then grabbed her hand. His happy expression mirrored Tag’s and—she was pretty damn sure—her own. Joy and elation bubbled up inside of her and Rebecca squeezed his fingers.

“Come on, Bex. I want you in my arms.” Wade grinned. “Then I want you on my hard cock.”

She swallowed hard as a huge rush of lust hit her. “That sounds good to me.”

Tag was rummaging in the closet when they entered the bedroom. Wade let go of her hand and pulled his phone out. After fiddling with it for a minute, Al Green’s sweet vocals drifted into the room. Wade held out his hand. “Dance with me?”

With squishy knees and a fluttering pulse, Rebecca slid into his arms. He pulled her tight and they began to sway. She tucked her head against his shoulder and felt the reassuring, solid thud of his heart. He was truly okay.

She closed her eyes and softened into him, her arms wrapped around his waist.

Seconds later, a warm, hard body flattened along her backside. She tipped her head and smiled up at Tag. “Hi.”

“Hi yourself, beautiful.” He kissed the top of her head.

Tears stung her eyes at the absolute bliss filling her. She never imagined her trip to Texas would have gifted her with such bountiful happiness.

The song ended and the men stopped moving but kept her between them. She wiggled and sighed in contentment.

“Darlin? You ready for the next act?” Tag asked.

Wade disentangled himself and stepped away at the same time Tag did. She felt bereft. Until Wade started unbuttoning his shirt.

His grin was as wide as the Freedom sky. “You’re falling behind, Bex. Strip down and show us your beautiful body.”

She looked over her shoulder and found Tag peeling his pants off. His furry chest and abdomen made her fingers tingle with the urge to stroke him. She hastily reached for the hem of her shirt and raked it over her head.

“Oh damn, she’s wearing the red bra,” Tag said.

“I know,” Wade replied. “I love that bra.”

She shook her head as she shimmied her pants down. They hung at the cuff of her boots and refused to go any further.

She tried to pull her pants back up, but they were caught good. “Crap on a cracker,” she muttered and hobbled to the chair.

“What’s wrong?” Tag asked, moving to stand in front of her with Wade at his side.

Both naked men sported high, belly-slapping erections. Her mouth watered.

“Bex? What’s wrong?” Tag repeated.

“Oh.” She lifted her feet. “I’m stuck.”

As one, they knelt in front of her and took a boot heel in hand. Wade got his off first, with Tag close behind.

She didn’t even have the chance to reach for her pants before they tugged them off, nearly pulling her from the chair.

Rebecca laughed. “Thanks.”

Wade held out his hand. “Anything for you, Bex.”

He folded her fingers in his and pulled her from the chair.

Tag’s heavy hand settled on her shoulder while his other gripped the base of his cock.

“Down on your knees, Bex.”

She licked her lips and slid to a kneeling position. They immediately crowded her. Her air became filled with a musky, sensual, male aroma that had her dripping instantly.

Hands on her thighs, she looked up at them. “Now what?”

Wade chuckled and pushed his hard dick close to her mouth. “Now, you suck our cocks until we tell you to stop.”

They didn’t have to tell her twice. Rebecca wrapped her fingers around Wade’s rigid shaft and pulled him into her mouth.

He groaned and cupped her head, urging her to take him deeper. Rebecca relaxed her jaw and slid her tongue along the bottom of his cock.

“Sweet mercy,” he muttered.

She hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard, letting her lips slide all the way to his hot tip. She looked up at them and winked.

Tag growled and eased forward. He caressed her cheek with the slick head of his dick and she shivered in response. The velvet crown felt incredibly sensuous on her skin. She popped Wade from her mouth and took Tag deep inside.

“Mmm,” he said softly. “I do love the way you look with a mouth full of cock.”

She sucked him deep and hard, alternating the speed and force of her mouth. His hips bucked and swayed while his cock swelled, forcing her lips wider.

The ecstatic look on his face filled her with a sense of power. She knew she could make him come with just a few more swipes and suckles. Instead, she withdrew and latched back onto Wade, who immediately groaned.

Rebecca grinned around his erection, thoroughly enjoying herself. She’d been at their mercy for the whole time she’d been in Freedom. Dealing them pleasure on her terms made her feel incredible.

She scooted a little to her left so she was dead center between them. She gripped both men’s dicks and squeezed then alternated her oral strokes. First Wade, then Tag, back to Wade, and Tag once more.

“Damn it,” Tag gritted out. “Enough!” He moved out of range of her mouth. “Get up and come to the bed,” he ordered.

Wade helped her up then nudged her toward the bed.

Only as she climbed onto the luxurious mattress did she realize a strange, long instrument with a wide bulb was draped over the pillow. She stilled. “What’s that?”

Tag’s big hand smacked her butt. “Move to the center of the bed and you’ll find out.”

She scooted to the middle and looked back at him with one raised brow. “Now what?”

Wade reached out and snagged a small bottle from beside the bulbous instrument then disappeared from view. She twisted around to see what he was doing.

“Don’t worry about me,” he said as he delivered a smack to her butt. “Pay attention to Tag.”

She heaved an exaggerated sigh then ruined it with a giggle before turning back to look for her handsome sheriff.

He settled onto the bed next to her and stroked her back. She heard the telltale snap of the plastic lube bottle and tensed.

“Easy, sweetheart,” Tag said. He picked up the strange implement and held it up. “This is a violet wand. Ever played with one before?”

“No,” she whispered.

Her entire focus was on her ass and Wade’s warm fingers now wandering around her skin. Her butt danced with every light touch.

Tag upended the wand and clicked a switch. A light hum filled her ears. She studied the long, opaque tube. “What’s it do?”

“Remember that battery I asked you about?”

Her eyes widened just as Wade pulled her ass cheeks apart and circled a lubed finger over her rosebud.

“Yeah,” she replied and drew in a deep breath.

Tag tapped the bulb end and streaks of purple jolted through it.

“Holy crap,” she said. “What are you going to do with that?”

Tag twisted and looked behind him then turned to her with a grin. “Distract you.”

Wade’s finger delved deeper into her ass. The wide, blunt tip pushed aside her tight ring and she caught her breath.

She heard the hum grow louder seconds before Tag touched the wand to her shoulder. She jerked away more from instinct than pain.

“Did that hurt?” he asked.

Wade’s finger slowly pumped in and out of her ass, making rational thought incredibly difficult. He was sending all sorts of tingles of a different kind through her body, most of which were centered on her clit.

“No,” she murmured. “Feels good.”

Wade’s motion increased and his other hand dug into her hip. “Wonder which one she’s talking about.”

Tag grinned down at her and brought the wand closer. He slid his arm over her shoulders. “Hold still,” he told her.

As if.

The buzz and zap of the wand again grew louder as he settled it to her side. She twitched but stayed put, absorbing the odd sensation.

“Feels like ants,” she said.

“Ants, huh?”

Wade withdrew his finger and she moaned in disappointment.

“Don’t worry, darlin’, I’m just getting more lube,” Wade said.

Tag pulled the wand away and upended it before bringing it to her side again. The snap and crackle was much louder.

She swallowed hard.

Her butt cheeks opened again and the cold slickness of the lube touched her hot hole. She clenched and Wade slapped her ass lightly. “Relax.”

“Easy for you to say,” she replied. “It’s been a long time.”

“You gonna help me out here, Tag?”

“Yep. Arch your back, Bex.”

She fisted the comforter and lifted her chest upward. She had a feeling what was coming and took a deep breath in preparation.

Wade slid his finger back into her asshole then inserted another. She clamped down hard on him just as Tag slid the violet wand over her nipple.

She yelped and nearly collapsed but Tag’s grip on her shoulders held her upright. The ants had morphed into a marauding band of tiny, pinching critters that created waves of intense pain-tinged pleasure to her nipple.

Only when Tag pulled the wand away did she realize Wade had both fingers fully embedded in her ass. He fucked her slowly, invading her tight hole deeper with each stroke.

Her pussy throbbed and gaped in time with his motions.