Boots and Leather: Ugly Stick Saloon, Book 2 (3 page)

Audrey smiled. “You can watch until they come.” She let her legs slide down Jackson’s thighs to the floor.

Jackson pulled his cock free of Audrey’s cunt and it jutted straight out, hard and thick. Bigger than anything Libby had ever witnessed.

She swallowed hard, her tongue slipping across suddenly dry lips.

Audrey trailed a finger all the way down Jackson’s chest to the hard, stiff shaft. “Just so you know, the twins are built just like Jackson.”

The Kiowa frowned and thrust his hips forward. “I’m bigger.”

Audrey slipped off her perch on the boxes and stood before the towering Native American cowboy, running her hand along his cock. “Yes, dear, by far. How’s about giving me some of that big dick?”

Jackson’s nostrils flared, but he made no move toward Audrey. “Only if you wear these.” He reached behind her and snatched a pair of chaps from a hook on the wall. With a quick flick of his wrists, he tied them around her hips.

She glanced toward Libby and whispered, “He has a thing for my red boots and chaps.” Her attention focused on her man and her head tipped back, her chin jutting forward. “What if I don’t want to wear these old things?”

Despite her words to the contrary, Audrey ran her hands over her lovely, perky breasts and down her narrow waist to where the chaps rested on her hips, as if just wearing the costume made her hot.

“You will do as I say or be punished.” Jackson grabbed a leather strap from a shelf and twisted it around Audrey’s wrists. Then he spun her to face a metal pole holding up the rack of costumes and lashed her wrists to the bar.

Libby stepped into the room, ready to defend her boss from the man restraining her. She opened her mouth to protest, but swallowed the words when Audrey smiled over her shoulder.

Her boss called out, “Oh, please, sir, don’t tie me up. I promise to do whatever you say.”

“Too late.” Jackson gave Audrey a stern glare, ruined by the smile quirking at the corners of his lips. “You’re mine now, to do with as I wish.”

Audrey laughed and tugged against the restraint. “Please, sir.”

Then to Libby’s shock, Jackson spanked Audrey’s naked bottom.

Audrey moaned, her eyes squeezing shut.

Libby took another step into the room, ready to jump on Jackson’s back and fight for her boss.

“Do it again,” Audrey begged.

Confused, Libby stood stock-still, her mouth hanging open. “I don’t understand. Isn’t he hurting you?”

“In the very best possible way.” Audrey’s eyes opened. “Oh, Libby, honey, have you never played games with your lover?”

Libby shook her head. In her former life, she’d never even heard of playing games like this.

“And you call yourself a biker babe?” Audrey shook her head and smiled over her shoulder at Jackson. “Please, sir, I’ve been very bad. Perhaps you should use the riding crop.”

Jackson slipped a riding crop from another hook on the wall and smacked it against his palm.

Libby blinked. “You’re not going to use that on her, are you?”

Jackson grinned. “She deserves to be punished.” He popped Audrey’s ass, leaving a thin red line, not enough to break skin or leave a bruise, but enough Audrey flinched.

Libby flinched with her, imagining the lash of pain. Strangely, her pussy creamed. She covered her mouth to stifle a gasp, her entire body flaming with desire.

“Oh, baby, do it again.” Audrey’s back curved and her bottom thrust toward Jackson’s hand and the waiting crop.

The big cowboy popped her again.

“Oh, yeah,” Audrey breathed. “Now, fuck me in the ass, cowboy.”

Jackson flung the riding crop on a shelf and grasped Audrey’s hips from behind. He slid a finger from her pussy up to her ass, moistening her tightly puckered anus. “Say the magic word.”

Audrey moaned. “Please, sir, now.” She leaned back, taking his big cock into her.

So hot she could hardly breathe, Libby took a step backward, then another and finally turned and ran out of the building.

Standing on the back porch to the building, she dragged in deep breaths of warm Texas air. Libby pressed her palm to her aching chest, wishing she had a man she could go to for relief from the raging desire gripping her.

A large hand gripped her elbow and Libby screamed.

“Libby, are you all right?” Mark leaned close to the beautiful redhead, staring into her glazed eyes, concerned at her ragged breathing and flushed cheeks.

Libby glanced up. “Luke?”

He shook his head. “No, I’m Mark.”

“I’m here, Libby.” Luke strode toward her, his brows narrowing over his forehead. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look flushed.” He pressed a hand to her forehead. “Are you running a fever?”

Libby gave a bark of choked laughter that didn’t quite sound natural. “I’m okay. It’s just warm.” She fanned her face, tugging at the low neckline of the ribbed-knit tank top, apparently unaware that she was exposing more of her breasts with each tug.

Mark frowned. Something was obviously troubling the woman. “Maybe you should go inside and have a cool drink.” He reached for the door handle. “Audrey and Jackson might know what would help.”

“No!” Libby snatched at Mark’s hand.

His brows rose. “Okay, we won’t go inside. But something’s wrong and we’re worried about you. Is it your bike?”

She glanced toward her damaged bike and blinked, then pressed his hand to her chest, dragging in a deep breath and letting it out before saying, “No, it's not that. I’m fine, really.”

The warmth of her breasts against the back of his hand sent a shot of electricity racing through Mark’s veins. He had to suck in a deep, steadying stream of air to keep from pulling her into his arms and kissing her.

When she realized where she’d shoved his hand, Libby pushed it to her side, still holding his fingers in a tight grip while she planted a strained smile on her face. “Sorry. I’m just wound up from the night. Could we go?”

Luke pulled her other hand through the crook of his arm and led the threesome toward the pickup truck with the Gray Wolf Design logo printed on the side in bold, artistic lettering. “Maybe you're having an anxiety attack or something. I could take you to a doctor.”

“A doctor isn’t going to help,” Libby muttered. “Only having sex, long and hard would cure what ails me
.
”

Mark ground to a halt. Had he heard right? “What was that?”

“Nothing, really,” she said, a little too fast. “I’m just hot from a long night in the saloon. That’s all.” The red in Libby’s cheeks deepened. Even in the dim lighting from the back porch, Mark could tell her agitation wasn't about the bike.

Libby had definitely mentioned the S.E.X. word and was quick to cover it up. Mark’s groin tightened. What had gotten her so hot and bothered? “At least let us stay with you until you cool off, just in case it’s more than that.” Mark opened the passenger door and held it for Libby.

She stumbled on the running board.

To keep her from falling back, Mark planted a firm hand on her derriere, and half-lifted her into the seat. No sir, touching her ass wasn’t helping the erection growing beneath his fly.

Libby slid across the bench seat, and sat in the middle with her hands pressed between her thighs, her face no less red than a few minutes earlier.

“I don’t know.” Luke sat behind the steering wheel, his gaze on Libby. “I think we should go back inside and see if Audrey can help. You really are flushed, your cheeks are all red. What do you think, Mark?”

Mark leaned forward in his seat and stared at Libby. Luke was right. The woman had to be running a fever, but it was more than that, and he intended to find out what
it
was. “Yeah. It’ll only take a minute for us to run back in. Audrey will know what to do.”

Mark and Luke simultaneously reached for their door handles.

“No!” Libby grabbed the fronts of their shirts and stopped them before they could descend. “Audrey and Jackson are…are…oh, hell…doing naughty stuff, damn it. Leave them alone.”

A slow smile spread across Mark’s lips and his boner hardened to steel. “All the more reason to go inside.” He clasped his hand around hers. “Come on. Let’s go see what’s up.”

“No, no.” Libby pulled her hand free of Mark’s. “I’m good. They’re having enough fun without us. No need to butt in.”

“But
we
could have so much more fun
with
them.” Mark tipped his head. “What’s wrong? Afraid you might like it?”

Her eyes widened, her lashes fluttering over the pretty green irises, glowing in the lights from the dash. “Yes, I mean no.” She straightened her shoulders and dragged her gaze from Mark’s. Refusing to look at either of them, Libby stared straight forward. “Please, let’s go.”

Mark grinned, his gaze capturing Luke’s. “Let’s go. Perhaps we can explore that option another time.”

Luke shifted into drive and pulled away from the Ugly Stick Saloon.

As they left the parking lot, Libby’s body sagged against the seat and she leaned her head back, exposing silky skin stretching all the way down her neck to the swell of her breasts. “Thank God,” she breathed.

“For what?” Mark fought to keep from leaning over and kissing the pulse beating wildly at the base of throat. “My older brother has been known to share.”

“I know. They asked me if I wanted to join them.” Libby’s head came up and she shook it, her long auburn curls brushing across the tops of her shoulders. “I’ll never look at chaps the same way, ever again.”

Luke laughed out loud. “Did Audrey wear her chaps and red boots?”

“Yes.” Libby frowned at him.

“Damn.” He smacked his palm against the steering wheel. “We should have stayed.”

“It’s not too late to go back,” Mark insisted, wanting to see Audrey in her chaps almost as much as he wanted to rip Libby’s clothes from her body.

“Not tonight.” Luke smiled at Libby. “Libby doesn’t seem too excited by the possibility of a fivesome.”

“Surely after a few minutes, she’d come around,” Mark persisted, eager to partake of a little raunchy sex.

“No, it’s too soon.” Luke shot a frown at Mark. “We have to take it slow with Libby, let
her
call the shots.”

“Think she’d be up for a little stargazing?” Mark asked, glancing down at Libby’s face. Their talking over her head had to be getting to her by now. He’d kept it up to get a rise out of the woman who’d sat silent for the majority of the conversation. “That meteor shower is tonight.”

Libby crossed her arms over her chest. “In case you didn’t notice, I’m in the truck with you two. I can hear everything you’re saying.”

Mark chuckled. She was beautiful when her green eyes flashed daggers. “Then what do you say? Up for a little stargazing?”

Her hands dropped into her lap. “I don’t know.”

“If we take you home, I doubt you’ll go right to sleep, as worked up as you are.” Mark grinned. “What, with all the excitement going on back at the Ugly Stick.”

“Without us,” muttered Luke.

Libby’s brows dipped and she chewed on her bottom lip. “You promise you won’t try anything?”

Mark held up his hands as if in surrender. “Not anything you don’t want us to. You can be the master. I even have some handcuffs behind the seat if you want to keep us from touching you.”

Luke snorted. “You better take him up on those. Mark isn’t known for his ability to keep his hands to himself where a beautiful woman is concerned.”

Libby laughed and shook her head. “You two are hard to resist.” She sucked in a breath and let it out. “Okay. Stargazing it is, and I’ll want those handcuffs…just in case.”

“Great.” Mark clapped his hands together. “You know the closest spot, right, bro?”

“I do.” Luke pressed his foot to the accelerator and sped down the farm-to-market road.

Silence lengthened between the three as the miles passed. Mark’s imagination took off, picturing Libby lying in the back of the truck between him and Luke as they stared up at the star-studded, Texas sky.

He’d lean up on his side and brush a hand across her skin, maybe skim the side of her breast.

No sooner had he skimmed her breast in his mind, than he was taking a trip across her belly and into her panties. “Oh, yeah. We’re going to see a lot tonight.”

“Of stars, Mark. Stars.” Libby pressed a hand to his thigh.

That wouldn’t be all they’d see if Mark had his wicked way with her.

Chapter Three

Libby sat between the two men, her heart beating like a snare drum in a rock band, as Luke turned off the pavement onto a gravel road, winding upward to the top of a hill.

When the vehicle came to a halt, Libby’s breathing grew shallower and her fingers gripped the hem of her tank top, twisting the fabric. A lot could happen with nothing but the three of them and the open night sky. The endless possibilities rose up in Libby’s chest and thumped hard against her rib cage.

“Two years,” she whispered.

Luke turned off the engine. “What was two years?”

“Nothing.” Libby bit down on her tongue. Hell, she’d said it out loud. How pathetic. Biker babes didn’t go two years without sex. Some tough gal she was.