Ropin' Hearts: The Boot Knockers Ranch, Book 4 (11 page)

“If I tell you whom to fuck…” his voice pitched low, tantalizing more, “…you’ll obey me, won’t you?”

She gaped at him. “What kind of kinky bastard are you?”

He rumbled a laugh. “I
am
kinky, and that’s why you like me.”

Of course he was right, but she wouldn’t admit it. “I don’t belong to you. I won’t do everything you say just because you think you have some supreme rule over me.”

He cocked a brow. “Don’t I?”

Warmth spread through her belly and reached into her chest. She refused to answer.

With a finger tracing circles on her knee then up to her bare inner thigh, he said, “If I tell you I’ve arranged for you to sleep with Elliot, will you tell me no?”

Conflicting emotions slammed her system. She didn’t know how to process his words. Yes, she wanted more experiences that pushed her buttons. And weeks ago, she’d thrown herself at Elliot. But now that Ty had arranged for the meeting to happen, she wasn’t so sure.

She knotted her fingers together.

“I can see I’ve got you all tied up.”

She raised her jaw. “Do not.”

He curled himself inward, bringing his lips close to her knee. “I know you, Bree.”

She swallowed hard and tried to come up with a smart retort, but her words were trapped beneath swirling emotions. Had anyone ever said that to her before? Hell no. More than that, no one had ever
wanted
to know her.

“How can you say you know me when all we’ve done is sleep together?”

“Because I’m good at reading people. Don’t tell me that you don’t respond to me in every way, because you do.” He brushed his lips over her knee, sending spears of lust straight to her pussy. She sank her fingers into his thick hair, hoping he’d keep kissing all the way up to her soaking center.

“You wanted Elliot.”

“Yes.”

“He wants you.”

Damn, that was hot. Maybe she’d listen to Ty after all.

“And I want you to have him.”

She stopped breathing, drowning in this strange and thrilling gift. Taboo, giving her a new sex partner, and yet so damn mind-bending. She needed this, whatever Ty’s game was. He knew how to play her perfectly.

His eyes were dark gems holding hers prisoner. “I want to see the bliss on your face as he makes you come. And to see you giving your all to him.”

“Y-you’ll be there?” Her voice quavered as dark desire wove through her.

“Of course, baby girl. You don’t go where I don’t.”

She tightened her grip in his hair. For a heartbeat, she couldn’t breathe or think. He turned her inside out. “When?” she finally rasped.

“He’s waitin’ for us down on the ranch. One of the clients left early and we’ve got a bungalow.”

Her eyelids fluttered shut. All she wanted was a bungalow and a Boot Knocker of her own. Now she was getting a two-for-one deal without shelling out the mountain of cash.

“There’s one condition.” Ty’s words made her open her eyes.

Figures. Now he’ll get bossy.
Her folds grew wetter. “What’s that?”

“You only listen to me. And if you don’t behave, you’ll leave. Simple as that.” He hooked a finger under her chin and drew her down as he pushed upward until his lips hovered near hers. “Are we in agreement?”

Her whole adult life she’d dreamed of having an encounter like that. As she stared into his eyes she felt bound to Ty. She was utterly vulnerable around him. He liked keeping her that way—and holy hell, how she loved it.

“I’m in.”

Chapter Nine

Ty finished knotting Bree’s wrists to the bedframe and stood back to look at his handiwork. She was spread facedown, arms and legs splayed.

“Your safe word’s longhorn?”

She nodded.

Elliot stared at Bree’s taut body. Judging by the state of his erection, her juicy pussy beckoned to him too. That was good—Ty’s plan was going to work.

Ty was going to show Elliot that they could have some hot, dirty fun together without emotional hang-ups. Sharing Bree was going to make things right between them while blowing her mind.

“Feeling okay, baby girl?”

“Yes,” she moaned, well on her way to being that sweet, soft woman he adored. She looked at him, eyes wide, pleading.

He couldn’t resist leaning over and kissing her long and deep. As he swirled his tongue through her mouth, he lost himself nearly as much as she did. But not totally. When he pulled away, she tried to follow him.

“I wasn’t done kissing,” she mouthed off.

“No?” He stared at her until she squirmed.

“No. You’d better live up to this and blow my mind, Ty.”

He circled the bed, his erection jutting before him.

Elliot’s gaze raked over him, his hunger barely checked. When Ty had asked him to be a third with Bree, he’d made it clear to Elliot that they were just fuck buddies having a good time with a woman. Elliot had nodded understanding and jumped at the chance.

Bree twisted her head to the side to try to see him. “What are you going to do to me?”

“Don’t worry, baby girl. You’ll get what you deserve.”

“It’d better be several orgasms. How dare you order me not to come for two days? I’m dying here.” As if to make her point, she yanked against the bonds, making the bed rattle.

“You’re the one who obeyed. And what a good girl you are too.” He switched on a brand-new vibrator. The slim wand hummed to life, and Bree’s back arched in response. Ty shot Elliot a grin as he aimed the toy between her spread thighs. When he slid it over her soaking folds, she cried out. Pushing back, she tried to take the vibrator deep.

Ty coated it in her juices before fitting it alongside her clit. Not exactly where she wanted it, but enough to torment her. If she lay there long enough, she’d get off. But he wasn’t going to let that happen.

She thrashed, blonde hair brushing her naked shoulders.

“She’s gorgeous,” Elliot breathed.

“Yes, she is.”

Bree fell still, obviously liking them talking about her. She wanted men to desire her, and Ty would play to that need. But he’d also dig into her psyche and flip the switch that made her the sweet Bree who’d become his addiction.

“She’s dripping wet.”

“Well, I’m hard as stone.” Ty turned to his fuck buddy, and Elliot sank to his knees before his straining cock. They stood behind Bree, and when Elliot’s mouth pulled groans from Ty, she tried to see.

“M-move in front of me.”

“You wanna watch a man suck my cock, baby girl?”

“Yes.” Breathless and pink-faced, she squirmed against the toy that wouldn’t give her what she really needed.

Elliot released him and moved closer to Bree, giving her the show of a lifetime. She watched with hooded eyes as Elliot drew Ty’s cock right to the root, cupping his balls in one big hand. Sucking and kneading until Ty felt that tingle drawn up from deep in his spine.

He had the control of five regular men, but not tonight. He had to get off—fast. Then he’d have the stamina to fuck Bree properly later. Besides, Elliot’s tongue was driving him mad, riding along the underside of his dick just the way Ty liked.

Holding Bree’s glassy stare, Ty cradled Elliot’s face and fucked his mouth. “God, you’re so good at that.”

Elliot rumbled, taking him a millimeter deeper. Bree’s eyes clouded, and he thought she might be on the verge too. He hoped she got off at seeing his pleasure. Nothing could be hotter at this moment.

With short grunts, Ty rocked his hips. Elliot took him—all of him. And Ty burst in a blinding release. Elliot gulped him down, and Bree mewled in frustration. Ty’s mind buzzed as he emptied into his partner’s mouth.

Ty stroked his knuckles over Elliot’s rough jaw. “I needed your mouth wrapped around me.”

Bree made a noise, and Ty looked at her. Her hair hung into one eye, and she looked mad. He smiled and pulled free of Elliot’s mouth. Moving close to the woman strapped to the bed, he smoothed the hair from her face. Then he bent and kissed her briefly.

“More.”

He stiffened. “You’d better start asking nicely for what you want.”

She met his gaze, softening already because she loved this play as much as he did. With each of her demands he gained more control, until she finally gave in. She knew damn well what she was doing, and he adored every minute of it.

“Can I please have a kiss?”

He reached back and delivered a love tap to her ass that echoed through the room. She moaned, and Ty motioned for Elliot. “Kiss Elliot while I take care of punishing you.”

Elliot knelt beside the bed and kissed her, probably tasting like Ty. The thought brought Ty to full arousal again.

Heart thundering, he knelt between Bree’s spread legs. Her round ass wasn’t nearly red enough. He gripped each cheek hard, making her cry out as Elliot tongue-kissed her. They looked so good together, but in the back of Ty’s mind he recognized that if he’d walked in to find them kissing, he’d have gone off like a cannon. Only because he’d ordered this did it turn him on.

He bit back a laugh. In the years since becoming a Boot Knocker, he’d turned into one sick fuck.

He slapped Bree’s ass, lifting the tender skin with ten swift smacks. She squealed and fought. The bed shook with her struggle. Then he turned to her other cheek, and she stilled.

The next ten blows she rocked up to meet his hand.

Elliot raised his head and shared a smile with Ty.

“She wants a cock in her mouth. Don’t you, Bree?” Ty asked.

“Uhhh.”

Ty pushed on the vibrator, pressing it against her clit hard enough to bring her to the peak. “If you want to come, you need to help Elliot first since he was so good to me. Do you think you can take him? All of him?”

She nodded.

In his time on the ranch, Ty had done some crazy shit, but this would stick out in his memory forever. He was fueled by primitive lust and guided by an instinctual knowledge of how to take care of Bree.

She swallowed Elliot’s cock, and Ty thrust the vibrator into her pussy. Elliot groaned, tangling his fingers in her silky hair and drawing her closer, closer.

“You only get him because I want you to have him. Is that clear, baby girl?” Ty angled the vibrator upward, scraping the inner spot of her pussy that made her arch off the bed.

“Mmm-ahh.” She closed her eyes and sucked, cheeks hollowing. As Ty watched, he lost himself to the rhythms of her body. When her pussy gripped the vibrator, Ty pulled it out and settled it over her straining nubbin once more.

Her body jerked and the bed creaked as she came. Bliss captured her beautiful features, causing Ty’s chest to tighten. Juices squeezed from her folds, and Ty gathered some on his finger, painting it over her thickened lips.

“Don’t let her get you off,” he said to Elliot. Their gazes locked. “That’s my job.”

Bree issued a ragged groan, her whole body twitching. Elliot moved away, cock still stretching toward Bree’s gorgeous full lips.

God, Ty could play like this all night. And from Bree’s responses, he bet she could too.

He teased her pussy with his wet finger, opening her. “You’re going to take Elliot here while I fuck him. Yes?”

She nodded frantically, still riding her afterglow.

Elliot got a condom and slid it over his stiff cock as Ty stretched Bree with one finger then two. Finally he inserted the vibrator and fucked her nice and slow, readying her for Elliot.

“He’s thick. Can you take him?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Good.” He left the toy vibrating in her and kissed the length of her golden spine. Her skin tasted of soap and sweet woman, befuddling him with protectiveness. As he kissed over her spine and up to one shoulder, he felt her filling a hollow space in his chest he hadn’t realized was there. Like digging a hole and having clear, fresh springwater rush into it.

Closing his eyes, he dropped soft pecks to her arm and around to nuzzle her ear. She turned into his kiss, wild with need. He took her mouth for long minutes, almost forgetting Elliot was in the room until he made a low noise.

Ty lifted his head and riveted him with his stare. “You’re nice and lubed?”

“Yes.” Elliot breathed heavily.

Passion flared, and in seconds he sheathed his own cock in a condom. He added ample lube to the head and slowly circled the bed. He and Elliot came together in a clash of mouths. Their tongues invaded, and they rubbed against each other cock to cock. Bree strained. Damn, the little vixen was getting off on this more than he’d ever thought. It was a heady sensation—one he couldn’t get enough of.

So much for getting her out of his system.

He broke away and gripped Elliot’s biceps. Maneuvering Elliot until he knelt between Bree’s legs, he watched Bree fall still. Elliot switched off the vibrator and tossed it aside.

“Take him, baby. Then I’m going to sink into him and drive him into you until you can’t stop coming.”

A guttural moan left her. Slowly, Elliot filled her.

“God, she’s tight.”

She cried out.

Ty caressed the hard planes of Elliot’s ass, chest burning with wild need to plunge deep. Whatever was happening with him and Bree, Ty would never give up having other men. If he and Bree became a couple, he imagined them sharing a man on a regular basis.

What the hell am I thinking?

He stopped thinking altogether as he poised his swollen cock at Elliot’s entrance. His partner withdrew from Bree, and when he sank to the balls again, Ty entered him. Elliot’s breath whooshed out, and they all fell still.

“Please? Ty.” Bree’s whisper triggered something in Ty.

He needed her screaming while he was pounding into Elliot.

With a jerk of his hips, he took over. They fell into a smooth pace—push, pull, hard, fast, slow and deep. Ty bit into Elliot’s shoulder, mind barreling along a slippery road to heaven.

Bree’s noises grew louder, out of control. She tugged against her ropes. Elliot’s body smacked hers and Ty’s chest glued to his friend’s back.

“Ty?”

Her plea broke through his sexual haze. “Baby?”

“Can I…come?”

Her words flipped a switch in him. With a roar, he reached around Elliot and clamped a hand on Bree’s hip. “Come all over him. Now, Bree.”

Breath rasping in her lungs, she stiffened. Twitched. And came.

Elliot’s length jerked hard inside Bree as she tumbled through the warm, dark waters of release. His lips latched on to her neck, sucking. And all she could think of was Ty giving her this mind-blowing moment.

Her entire body felt as if she’d been electrified. The day she’d rolled under the fence, determined to find what she wanted on the Boot Knockers Ranch, was the best of her life.

As her breathing resumed a normal rate, she drifted. Could any of the other Boot Knockers have given her this kind of pleasure? Or could Elliot have done so without Ty driving him?

Everything in her life before this seemed small. For years she’d been trying to get her life in order and suddenly it felt possible. First, she planned to sit down and have a heart-to-heart with her father about her ranch duties. She needed something bigger than feeding chickens.

Up to this point, she hadn’t shown she was responsible enough to handle anything else. But after talking with Ty about ranching, she realized she needed to be on the other end of it. Maybe in Daddy’s office with his books, managing sales of livestock and instructing the ranch foreman.

Ty moved first, jarring her from her thoughts. When Elliot left her body, she released a long moan. Seconds later, hands worked over the ropes holding her ankles and wrists. She ached deliciously from the things they’d done to her. Her belly burned with anticipation. They had a long night ahead. More to come.

Ty took her in his arms and kissed her. Sweetness rose inside of her, and she poured it into the kiss. Clinging to him as their tongues mated.

When he let her go, he rubbed her wrists, which were reddened by the ropes. “You okay?”

“Yes.”
Totally, mind-blown okay.

He caught Elliot’s hand and drew him down on the bed with them. She watched the cowboys together, awed by the strength and power between them. It was obvious Ty was fond of Elliot, but the big, dark-haired man looked as if someone had lit a fire in him.

He wanted more from Ty.

As Ty wrapped her close and Elliot molded his body to Ty’s back, Bree wondered at who Ty really was. She didn’t know nearly enough. Would he ever fall in love with a man?

Ty was staring at her lips. She ran her tongue over them, feeling her power but not willing to wield it. Not when he felt so good and she was so peaceful.

He nestled his hand on her nape, fingers warm in her hair. His expression made her feel beautiful and cherished. When she glanced over his shoulder at Elliot, pain crossed the man’s face.

Her heart constricted as she realized they were sharing a moment that didn’t involve him.

As if understanding this too, Ty reached back and trailed his hand over Elliot’s hard thigh. But she felt the change in the air.

When she awakened a while later, she was alone in bed. She tried to sit up and found the prickly fibers of a rope against her skin as Ty swished a length back and forth against her skin. The all too familiar buzz of the vibrator sent shocks of need through her nerves. She gave him a smile.

As Ty brought the tip of the toy against her clit, she flexed, burning to get closer. “Easy, baby. It’s just you and me and we’re going to take our time.” A blindfold came around her eyes, cutting off the sense she needed.

“What do you mean we’re alone?”

“Elliot had something to do.”

“What? No, Ty. He can’t leave.”

“He did. You got your threesome.”