Espino, Stacey - Hogtying the Cowgirl [Ride 'em Hard 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (7 page)

“That’s a nice thing to say to a man, darlin’. Let’s hope it’s the last time, too. I plan to keep you.” Once fully seated, he stalled, chomping at the bit. He needed to fuck her with all the wanton sexual energy stored up in his balls, but he had to play nice, make her experience a satisfying one. “We’re made for each other,” he managed to say.

He slid three quarters out and returned into her heat. The slow progression was killing him, but it had the desired result. She began to shift from being stiff and clinging to his shoulders to loose and responsive. Angel began to meet him thrust for thrust as he built up his rhythm. “It feels good,” she said. “I thought it would hurt.”

“I have many things I plan to show you.” He began to fuck her, not full strength, but strong and steady. His body was breaking out in a sheen of sweat, every muscle in his body taut and alive. That’s when the new truck door slammed shut. The crunching steps across the gravel were messing with his pace. He didn’t want to care about anyone except Angel right now, but the steps were closing in on the barn. Who would be visiting at this hour? Grant and Matthew were already in the house.

“I didn’t see your truck.” The voice came unexpectedly. Landon mustn’t have focused on those last dozen or so steps, too caught up in the woman he had pinned in the barn.

“That you, Clay?”

“Clay?” Angel squealed, struggling against his hold. He stilled her, his cock still pulsing inside her cunt.

“I came by to see if our little hellion got home all right. I can see you’re taking good care of her.” Clay chuckled, leaning against the open bay doors.

“My friend dropped me off earlier,” he began, and then thought better. “But right now I’m a little busy.”

“I don’t mind watching, unless she wants me to join in.”

* * * *

Angel came in a burst of color and light. She wanted to hold back, but she couldn’t when her orgasm was so explosive. She called out, yelling into the night like some common whore. As soon as she regained a semblance of control, she bit her lip and hid her face against Landon’s shoulder. Clay had seen her at her most vulnerable, when she’d peaked for another man. But the second he mentioned sharing her, the visual and possibilities made her cunt burn and throb faster and faster until there was no holding back.

“Whoa, there, baby-doll,” said Clay, entering the barn. Landon held her in place, his hard dick still teasing her sensitive walls. “You’re so out of control, it must be painful. I can teach you how to stave off your climax, to draw out your pleasure long into the night.” He tucked her moist hair behind her ear. His rough fingers caressed her cheek for a moment.

“All I want from
you
is my horse!” Yes, even in her predicament, she could still play the bitch. She realized Clay won the horse fair and square but just couldn’t let it go. She’d had plenty of practice over the past five years, especially with men she pegged as manipulators. And she sure as hell wouldn’t give Clay Roberts the satisfaction of winning this battle. No way could she give in first, even though the sight of him and sound of his voice made her wet all over again. There was just something about the new cowboy in town that piqued her curiosity and tempted her to obey him. She fought the foreign feeling with all her resolve, but that resolve was quickly slipping. When he reached between her and Landon, his big hand cupping her breast, she almost lost it, nearly begged him to take turns fucking her until she couldn’t walk right.

Landon didn’t tell him to back off even though he’d made her believe he wanted her for more than just cheap thrills. Cowboys were, by right, possessive, jealous creatures. She’d learned that from her brothers, and those
Carsons
would sooner kill a man than let one touch Samantha. “You so sure about that?” asked Clay. “I think you’re curious about having the two of us share your body.” He palmed her breast, moving his flattened hand in torturous circles against her nipple. “Just imagine that, darlin’—two cowboys meeting your every need.” Clay smelled like an open fire. That familiar scent of burning hardwood comforted her. He nipped her bare shoulder, Landon thrusting up into her pussy just once.

Before she could invite them to continue or refute the offer, loud voices came out of the house, heading their way.

“Angel!”

“Shit! It’s my dumb brothers. I told you this would happen, Landon. They’ll kill me and both of you!” she whispered harshly.

Landon eased her down and tucked his rigid cock into his zipper with some difficulty. She struggled into her shirt. “Damn it, woman, you’ll have me with blue balls all night long.”

“Go out the back, the two of you!” Angel wasn’t exaggerating about her brothers. Chase had been the worst, but Grant and Matthew weren’t much better. They expected their baby sister to live life as a pseudonun, never growing up or becoming a woman. She couldn’t stay their little angel forever. Until now she’d never thought seriously about a relationship, but she was still young and had too much mistrust locked up in her heart to start anything meaningful. Now she’d received a taste of what she’d been missing. She wanted more from Landon and Clay, although she’d never admit it.

The two men stood their ground, not running off like lily-livered men. It impressed her, but to what end if they were dead come morning. “Angel Garner, what on God’s green earth you doing out in the barn at this hour? I thought you were tucked up in bed.” Grant shuffled into the dark interior of the barn, wearing just his Adidas shorts and the unlaced tan work boots he must have stuck on to come check on the barn. Matthew was behind him.

“I–I heard something and came to check,” she said. Her heart beat triple time. She never was a good liar.

That’s when Grant noticed the two other men. “There you are. I knew that was your truck, Clay. For a minute there I thought I was seeing and hearing things. What brings you by?”

How did her brother know Clay Roberts? The man was a stranger to her. “I was just checking in on Angel. She was by my place earlier, looking at my stallion. Since she left in a snit, I thought it best to make sure she was getting along all right.”

“Not the damn stallion again, Angel! Clay’s a busy man. He can’t be dealing with the likes of you when he’s trying to run a business.”

Clay, on the other hand, was an excellent liar—or twister of the truth. She didn’t challenge him because any more information would get her into hot water. “What business exactly?”

“Clay owns the new distribution center. You can thank him for buying out all our overstock grain, missy. Now get your ass off to bed.” Matthew smacked her ass to usher her on her way. She looked back over her shoulder at the four men conversing without her. What were they going to say once she was out of earshot? If they did any more lying, she wouldn’t know which story to keep straight when her brothers got back in the house. Angel decided her safest bet was to hit the hay and deal with the mess in the morning. Everything always looked better come sunrise.

* * * *

Clay Roberts, the man he’d befriended, the man who ate dinner with the parents, and the man he freely let watch him and Angel—was more Landon’s enemy than Angel’s, and he didn’t even realize it. The mysterious industrialist who rocked their town with the new distribution center was standing right in front of him with a deceivingly innocent façade.

“You own the distribution center?” he asked, Angel forgotten for now.

Clay smiled. “Yeah. I figured we could do more good in a small farming town than close to the big cities.”

“Did you ever think about how you’d impact other small businesses?” He crossed his arms over his bare chest.

Clay tried to brush him off, narrowing his eyes as if he talked gibberish. “Everyone we’ve dealt with has been thrilled. Our phones haven’t stopped ringing since we opened, with farmers wanting to sell us their crops. My sister can barely keep up with the demand at the office.”

The man probably spoke the truth. All his friends—the Garners, the Carson, and even the Richmonds—had benefitted in some way from the new company moving in. His parents were suffering, losing what they’d worked for all their lives, and their parents before them. It broke his heart, especially when he didn’t even have a stable way to support them once their little feed store was crushed out of existence. If they had land, he’d invest in starting his own herd. God knew he could handle the hard work. But all he’d done was help out his parents, doing deliveries for the store, and he did odd jobs when times were tight. Now all hope was lost. The man he thought was a friend had just become his number one nemesis.

Surely Clay knew the Wilder family name, knew of their feed store. Was he going to have a good laugh when he returned to his overpriced ranch tonight? He used up his family’s hospitality and then stabbed them in the back. Now Landon had even more in common with Angel. Clay had taken something precious from both of them, and there was no way to undo the damage he’d caused—well not for him at least. Maybe a small consolation would be getting Angel’s stallion back.

“And how’d you get here, Landon? I don’t remember seeing you earlier,” asked Grant.

As he tried to puzzle an answer in his mind, Clay spoke for him. “He came with me. I had dinner with his folks, and then I asked him to tag along while I checked in on the little firecracker.”

“Hope she didn’t bust your balls too much. She’s used to getting her own way,” said Grant. “She’s not going without. There’re a dozen horses corralled behind the barn, but when she sets her sights on something she wants, nothing can stop her.”

“Stubborn as all hell, I tell you. We’ll talk some sense in her so she’ll leave you in peace,” said Matthew.

“Well, it’s getting late. Thanks for the drive, Clay. But I think I’ll walk home tonight.” He brushed past the other men, not in the mood to talk or listen for another second. All his well-laid plans were being shot down from every angle. Clay not only stole his parents’ livelihood, but also had his sights on the woman Landon loved. He only accepted Clay into the fold because he thought he was a friend, and they had a natural camaraderie that he now realized was all a sham.

Chapter Eight

She hadn’t seen or heard from Landon in over a week. Her brothers wouldn’t let her leave the property, claiming she’d make trouble with the new distribution owner. All they cared about was the bottom line, even if that same owner had salaciously outbid her for the stallion at auction.

It had actually taken her days before she put two and two together and realized Clay Roberts was the thorn in Landon Wilder’s side. She wanted to call and comfort him, but he was always
out
or
busy.
Angel loved his parents and knew the hardships they were going through. Landon was a genius at hiding his emotions from her, but she knew something had been bothering him. He was finally able to put a face to the unseen menace taking over the feed distribution ring in their community. It wouldn’t have helped that he’d befriended that man, even allowed him to sit down for a meal with the very folks he was destroying.

“Damn it, Landon!” She hung up the phone again after getting the answering machine, and then began pacing her bedroom. With her brothers watching her every move, there was no way she’d be able to slip away in one of the pickups. They probably hid all the keys anyway, knowing she was quite capable of sneaking off without permission. Then the solution clicked in her mind when she plotted ways of getting off the property. She’d ride off—horseback style. The
Carson
ranch was the closest, and even though they claimed to despise her, surely they’d drive her into town or get a message to Landon for her.

She pulled her hair back into a functional ponytail and rushed out to the barn. Her brothers wouldn’t question her taking a horse out into the fields. She loved to ride, and they knew it. Only this time she had a new destination in mind.

By truck, the journey to the
Carson
ranch was effortless. Angel soon learned that by horse—with a hardwood forest between their properties, a river, and uneven terrain—it wasn’t so easy. When the red barn came into view, she nearly sighed in relief. She walked the horse the remaining distance and spied Cord as she neared. He was mending a section of fence to one of the holding pens. When he heard her horse approach, he tilted up his Stetson and scowled.

“You ride all the way out here?”

She nodded. Her usual bravado was waning. All she could think about was Landon and her night in the barn with him and Clay. Normally she’d love to mess with Cord and his brothers, but not today.

“You here to make trouble? If you’re bored, go bother someone else.” He hooked his pliers on his tool belt and stood straight.

“I’m looking for Landon. You see him lately?”

“Nope. But if you’re out for blood, I ain’t helping you find him, either.”