Operation Mustang [The Service Club 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (11 page)

“I can’t—” Mustang stopped, suddenly not knowing what she could or couldn’t do as Gunner’s last words sank in. Didn’t they know she loved them? Couldn’t they see it every time she looked at them? Couldn’t they feel it any time she got near them? She had always felt like she was wearing her heart on her sleeve when she was around any of the Rylon brothers. God help them? God help
her
because she had loved them half her life and it only continued to get stronger.

“You can’t what, Mustang?” Diek asked, his tone as steady and dangerous as Gunner’s.

“Can’t do this.” She threw her hands in the air in frustration and stepped forward, wrenching herself from Lucky’s embrace. She barely noticed Ben and Justin watching as she whirled to face the Rylon brothers. “I’m tired of fighting, tired of being scared, tired of hating myself.” As soon as the last left her lips, she knew she had made a mistake that would cost her. She closed her eyes, heaved a heavy breath, and let it out slow. Her heart pounded in her chest, and damn if her eyes weren’t burning again. She would not cry. She had already showed enough weakness.

“Why do you hate yourself so much for the things you want?” Lucky didn’t reach for her, but the softness of his voice drifted over her like a physical touch.

“Because I should be stronger than this, damn it. No woman should be in love with three men at once. No woman should want to give herself to them, have all of them at once. No woman should crave being defiled and humiliated and abused.”

“Craving pleasure doesn’t make you weak, darlin’,” Diek said.

“It makes you human,” Gunner added, his tone gentler now.

“You aren’t the only woman on the planet to love more than one man at a time, honey.” Lucky’s expression turned quizzical. “
Do
you love us?”

The point-blank question had her blinking at him. Didn’t he know? She swallowed hard. She had come this far. What was the point in denying it any longer? “Yes.”

“Then stop fighting.” Diek closed the distance between them in a single stride. “Stop being scared.” He reached a hand behind her head, tugged at the rubber band holding her hair in a ponytail. “And definitely stop hating yourself for feeling what you do, for wanting what you do.”

Her hair fell free, and he tunneled his fingers through it, toying with the strands. She couldn’t stop him. She didn’t bother to try. Whatever happened from this point forward would seal her fate, but she knew it was a fate always meant to be with them anyway. Fighting only prolonged the inevitable.

“That’s easier said than done,” she whispered even as she leaned into his touch.

“We’ll help you,” Lucky said.

She felt the heat of his body as he moved behind her once more. His hands rested on her shoulders. His thumbs drew lazy circles just below her nape.

“All you have to do is let us,” Gunner added, reclaiming his spot at her side. He grazed the backs of his fingers down her arm, sending slivers of awareness careening through her bloodstream.

“Will you do that, darlin’?” Diek dipped his head and brushed his mouth to hers. Her lips parted in invitation, wanting more,
needing
more. “Will you let us help you?”

She didn’t give herself time to think, didn’t allow any of her inhibitions to occupy the forefront of her mind. She nodded. “Yes.”

“Say the words for us, sweetheart.” Gunner slipped his hand into hers and laced their fingers together. “We need to hear you say you want this, that you want us.”

Mustang looked at him. She saw the swirl of emotions in his eyes and knew, despite her admission of love for the three of them, he still feared she wouldn’t fully stop fighting. He worried she wouldn’t fully submit her body, heart, and soul to them.

She licked her lips and watched as a new heated desire joined the swirl in his gaze. “I want this. I want you, all three of you.” She paused, swallowed, and squared her shoulders. “I’m not yours to control when it comes to this ranch.”

“Your ranch, your rules,” Diek said easily.

Mustang met his gaze. “That’s right.”

Lucky’s hands slid down her back to her waist, and he pulled her firmly back against him. Gunner slipped a hand between her body and Diek’s to lightly palm her breast. Diek pushed a leg between hers and lifted his thigh to apply a gentle, tantalizing pressure to her pussy.

“Our body, our rules.” This time Diek’s tone left no room for argument.

Mustang writhed between them, arching her back to push her breast more firmly in Gunner’s hand. She slowly gyrating her hips to feel more of that delicious pressure from Diek’s thigh. The movement treated her to the feel of Lucky’s stiff cock against the small of her back.

“That’s right,” she repeated, breathlessly. Need screamed through her system, short-circuiting all rational thought and driving her straight to the point of begging. “Please. I want you now. Take me now.”

Someone cleared his throat, and her gaze jumped from Diek’s to land on Justin. She’d been so wrapped up in the Rylon brothers she’d forgotten they weren’t alone.

“I think that’s our cue to leave,” Justin told Ben.

“Feel free to stick around a few more minutes,” Diek told them, though his gaze never left Mustang’s. “Did I tell you I shared an elevator with Ben and Justin at the station shortly after I got back into town?”

Mustang shook her head. Obviously he’d been in town far longer than she’d known. She didn’t bother to ask why he’d kept his presence a secret. He’d been waiting for the right moment to strike, the right opportunity to present itself. He’d been covertly watching, planning, and the job opening had played right in his fingertips.

“Marissa was with them. I didn’t know a woman could look so sinfully sexy in a baggy button-down dress until they had her unbutton it for me to show me what she was wearing beneath it.”

Twin blades of jealousy and arousal sliced through Mustang’s core. The jealous part of her didn’t want to know what he had done to Marissa Schultz even as the aroused part of her wished she had been there to watch.

“She had nipple clamps on both breasts a lot like the ones Lucky put on yours last night. She had clamps on her pussy, too, and a chain that connected the sets.”

Mustang’s pussy convulsed at the idea of clamps on her feminine lips. She remembered the bite of pleasured pain the clamps had given her nipples last night. She fantasized about how that same pressure would feel on her sensitive sex.

“They let me play for a minute and allowed her to come for me.”

“Sounds to me like you’re thinking you owe them one.”

“That’s exactly what I’m thinking.”

“Do you want their hands on you, Mustang?” Gunner squeezed her breast, flicked his thumb over her hardening nipple, and a groan escaped her lips.

She looked at Justin and Ben, her gaze sliding down each man in turn. Just like the Rylon brothers, the officers were prime specimens of sheer male perfection. She didn’t confuse the surges of desire moving through her as anything more than sexual. Her men were surrounding her, but the dark side she’d always kept hidden craved more. She met Diek’s gaze again, but couldn’t hold it. Embarrassment made her cheeks hot.

Lucky nuzzled his face against her ear. “Honesty, sweetheart. No one is going to fault you for your answer.”

“Yes,” she whispered, forcing herself to look at Diek as she said the word. She did want Justin and Ben to touch her. She wanted her men watching as the officers did what they wanted, what her men allowed them to do to her body.

“Take off your clothes,” Gunner told her, and Lucky, Gunner, and Diek stepped back to give her room to obey.

Mustang unbuttoned her shirt with fingers that shook. The heat in her cheeks rained through her body as she shrugged off the shirt, let it fall in a pool of material behind her feet, and reached for the clasp of her bra. Her heart pounded with equal parts excitement and unease as she removed her bra and tossed it to the floor to join her shirt.

“Very nice,” Ben commented softly, approval thick in his tone.

She didn’t know whether to say thank you or not, so she simply met his gaze and gave him a small, shaky smile as her fingers found the button of her blue jeans. She felt five smoldering gazes on her flesh as she freed the button, lowered the zipper, and pushed her jeans down her hips. She caught the thin string of her panties and pushed them down, too. She kicked off her boots, let her jeans and panties fall to her ankles, and bent over to remove them and her socks.

“Damn, that’s one sexy fucking view, sweetheart.”

Mustang straightened, shot Lucky a look over her shoulder, and realized only then that she’d just bent over in front of him. Naked now and fully on display for the five men in the room, she didn’t think she could get more embarrassed or more horny. She forced herself to meet each man’s gaze in turn, and wetness pooled between her pussy lips.

“She’s one sexy fucking woman.” Justin moved to sit on the end of the bed. “Come sit on my lap, baby.”

Uncertainty had Mustang casting a look at Diek. Did she do as these men told her? Should she wait for permission from her men? She’d fantasized about moments like this. She’d lain in her bed with her vibrator, imagining the Rylon brothers offering her body to other men, but it had never happened before now. What was the protocol?

Diek answered her unspoken questions. “Do as Justin tells you. They are in charge for now.”

Justin held out his arms as she walked to him, caught her waist when she reached him, and turned her around. He lowered her into his lap. She felt his cock, impressively large and magnificently hard, inside his jeans pressing against her ass. She started to wriggle, wanting to feel more of his cock. She wished she could feel it against her bare flesh rather than through the barrier of his pants. His hands tightened on her hips, stilling her movement.

“Uh-uh, if I understand our boundaries right, we get to make you come. You don’t get to do that for us tonight. We’ll save that for Marissa when we get home.”

Tonight. Did that mean she might get to some other time? She forgot all about the question, all about the wonderment if she would want to or not when his hands slid between her thighs. He spread his legs, pulling hers with them until she sat wide-spread on his lap. Movement caught her attention, and she locked gazes with Ben as he stepped in front of her. Justin’s hands skimmed up her belly and abdomen until they found a home covering her breasts.

“Won’t Marissa be angry, or do you not plan for her to know about this?” Would she be angry if the roles were reversed, if it were Marissa with her men while she sat at home?

No, she realized. She wouldn’t be angry. Jealous, maybe. No, scratch that. Jealous, definitely! And only because she hadn’t been there to watch.

Ben held her gaze as he sank between her legs. “We’ll tell her about it as soon as we get home. We don’t hide anything from Marissa. She’ll be jealous, but only because she wasn’t here to watch,” he echoed her exact thought as his fingers danced from her knees up her inner thighs and stopped just short of her feminine lips. “You have a beautiful pussy.” He traced the outline of her lips with his fingertips and she shivered in anticipation of a deeper touch. “Nice, thick lips.” He caught her lips between his thumbs and forefingers and squeezed.

Mustang sucked a breath through her teeth as a dart of pleasured pain shot through her pussy. Justin’s hands kneaded and squeezed her breasts before catching her nipples in the same fashion as Ben did her pussy lips and pinched them simultaneously. A mirrored dart of pleasured pain shot straight to her center. It slammed into the one Ben created and drew a cry from her throat.

Justin rested his chin on her shoulder and nuzzled his nose against the side of her neck. “You like it rough, don’t you?”

“Yes.” She drew out the
s
as both men squeezed again. She bucked in their embrace, writhing from the pain and the intense pleasure. Both of her pussy lips and both of her nipples screamed in a stupendous rapture. Her head fell back on Justin’s shoulder, her eyes closing as sparks of ecstasy sizzled through her system.

“Mustang.”

She dimly registered Gunner saying her name, but she didn’t respond. She couldn’t. All her sanity had taken a nosedive to her breasts and pussy, to the orgasmic animal growing claws in her channel.

“Mustang, look at me.”

The authoritative tone in his voice made her struggle to lift her head, to open her eyes and meet his gaze. He’d moved closer, as had Diek and Lucky, no doubt for a better view of what Justin and Ben were doing to her.

“Keep your eyes on one of us while they pleasure you,” Gunner instructed. “We want to watch you. We want to know that you know who is touching you and who is watching.”

Despite her eyes’ involuntary demand to close, she found following that order to be the easiest yet. Locking gazes with Gunner and seeing how turned on watching Justin and Ben with her made him only succeeded in ratcheting her own pleasure to higher levels.

Between her legs, Ben released his hold on her pussy lips in favor of pushing a finger inside her sodden opening. She very nearly allowed her eyes to close as relief slammed into a violent need for deeper, wider penetration.

Justin eased his grip on her nipples, but continued to roll them between the pads of his fingers. His lips grazed the flesh on the side of her neck in feather-like caresses that sent slivers of acute need raining through her to collect with the cacophony of other sensations driving her crazy.