Her Heart-Stealing Cowboys [Hellfire Ranch 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (17 page)

“Oh God,” she whimpered as she writhed on him. “It’s so hot. Your cum is so fucking hot.”

She bowed her head and swayed her ass backward on his now-still dick. Tag caressed her butt and hips through the entire orgasm until she shuddered and splayed along Wade’s chest.

To Tag’s chagrin, his knees shook and his heart pounded so loudly he could barely hear her soft sighs of contentment.

Tag lurched around the edge of the couch and scooted her legs upward to drop onto the soft cushion. He drew her thighs onto his own and stroked.

She trembled and shook.

Wade pushed her blonde hair from her eyes and kissed the tip of her nose. “Hey. You okay?”

Tag tensed as he waited for her response. They hadn’t been tender. They hadn’t been gentlemen. But damn, it had been a great fuck.

A luscious, satisfied sigh whispered from her. She braced one hand along Wade’s strong chest and grasped the back of the couch with the other. She stared at them in turn.

She swallowed and shook her head as if she were trying to orient herself. “That was incredible,” she said. She looked back at him with a wide smile. His heart tripped hard.

Tag’s tension eased. He felt Wade’s muscles relax. They shared a grin.

Tag trailed his fingers up the smooth back expanse of her thigh and gently patted her ass. “Good,” he said. “But that was just the appetizer.”

“You failed.”

The cold words were spoken in an even icier tone.

“I’m sorry, sir. Cain and Shepherd showed up before I could get the computer out.”

“They have it now. It seems I will have to clean up this latest mess of yours.”

The line went silent.

He didn’t know how to respond. He swallowed hard. “What should I do?”

“Get out of town like I told you to yesterday.”

He gnawed on his bottom lip. “I can’t,” he said. “They’ll know.”

“So? You didn’t give your real name. They have nothing to connect you to anything. If it makes you feel better, tell them you had an emergency come up and you have to take care of it.” A disgusted sigh echoed down the line. “Do I have to think of everything?”

“No, sir,” he said quickly. His mind raced. He could tell one of the ladies that his grandmother had taken ill. They’d spread the word in no time and his escape from Freedom would be both swift and explained. They’d have no cause to track him down.

“Although…”

He snapped his attention back to the boss.

“Although I do hate having loose ends down there. I was looking forward to seeing Cain go to jail. I can’t imagine he’d do well confined like that. He always did have a bit of claustrophobia.”

“I heard they had some DNA evidence,” he said. He’d freaked out when he’d learned of that from Sadie. He’d been so damn careful. Apparently he hadn’t been careful enough. He knew it had been a mistake to allow his feelings to interfere with business. But Fischer made him so damn mad. The sheer joy of dispatching the man had made him gleeful and careless.

“I’ve got my ears on it. You’ll be the first to know if they ID you.”

He waited. Would his boss offer some sort of escape plan when they identified him? It was only a matter of time. His DNA was in the system.

“Should I take Cain out, sir? Discreetly, of course.”

“Not yet. What do you know about his investigation into Fischer’s looting?”

“Um. Not much.”
Hell, he didn’t know jack shit.
That situation had not been high on his priority list when he’d rolled into Freedom. He’d had one mission: get rid of Fischer and frame the sheriff.

One down, one blown to hell.

“Not. Much.”

The slowly drawled words held enough venom to fell an elephant.

“I’ll get right on it,” he spit out. “I’ll use all my investigative skills to dig out whatever you need.”

“As you should have done already.”

“Yes, sir.” He swallowed hard. “I’ll find out if they know anything. What if they do?”

A light tapping sound filled the telephone line. He knew the boss was tapping his cigar cutter on the edge of his desk. He always did when he was thinking.

“Make sure nothing points back to me. If necessary, create a fake trail. Damn it, we need that computer.”

“It’s gone, sir,” he said without thinking.

“I know that, you dumb ass.” A sharp and indrawn breath rattled in his ear. “Find out what they know and take appropriate steps to protect me.”

The boss disconnected.

He looked at the disposable cell in his hand and noted the tremor that shook it. He was in too deep. The boss would never let him live. He couldn’t.

Maybe Fischer had the right idea. He rose and dropped the phone on the bed then headed for his own computer. He booted it up then pulled out a cigar and lit it. The acrid smoke burned his eyes and the soft vanilla scent filled his lungs. Both were comforting in their own way.

His heart slowed down and his mind cleared of the panic which had threatened to overtake him.

He pulled out the desk chair and opened a document. He needed an escape plan. And he knew to whom he would send his failsafe strategy. Richard Wingate owed him more than one favor, and if this meant cashing all of them in at one time, then he would. Better alive than dead with a fistful of useless IOUs.

* * * *

Wade bent his head beneath the warm spray of water and let it cascade over his back. He was still in a bit of shock from the evening of lust and sex that had just transpired. The water sluiced along his skin and pooled on his still-sensitive dick.

Rebecca was a great cocksucker.
He chuckled as he twisted off the water and pulled down a towel.

“Who would have thought a blueblood lawyer could be so raunchy?”

Rebecca’s naughty nature had both surprised and thrilled him. He couldn’t wait to continue the sexual odyssey. He had a feeling Rebecca was a playmate he—and Tag, odd as that was—could mold and tease as much as they wanted. Despite their long-standing friendship, he and Tag had never engaged in a threesome before. He thought of Olivia and Jake and Hudson and his grin grew wider. It worked for them.
Why not give it a shot?

He rubbed the towel over his head then finished drying off. He wrapped the large blue towel around his hips and opened the door. Rebecca stood outside. Her arms were crossed and a half-glare, half-smile flitted across her mouth. “What’s wrong with being a blueblood lawyer?”

He tapped her butt as he passed. “Eavesdroppers rarely hear good things about themselves.”

She padded behind him into the kitchen. Tag stood bare chested and shoeless next to the counter. He held a steaming mug of heavenly smelling coffee. Though it was nearly two in the morning Wade could use a jolt of stamina. He had a feeling he’d need it.

“Want some?” Tag asked.

“Yes,” Wade replied.

“Absolutely,” Rebecca echoed.

Wade looked between the two of them and twisted his Father’s Ring. He didn’t know what he’d expected but this sense of easy camaraderie was pretty damn good.

Rebecca had also showered. Her blonde hair was a slightly darker shade but she’d put it up in a ponytail already. Wade sipped his black coffee and stared at her. His dick twitched beneath the towel.

He felt the terrycloth start to slide and grabbed for it. He caught the material just in time.

Tag laughed. “Go put some clothes on. I think we all need a little breather.” His green eyes caressed Rebecca, who pinkened beneath his regard. “And we need to talk, too.”

Wade handed Rebecca his coffee cup then pressed a light kiss on her cheek. She smelled heavenly. “Mmm,” he murmured into her ear. “I love the way you smell.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t do anything until I get back.”

“Hurry up,” Rebecca said then winked. “We bluebloods are notorious for our impatience.”

“Someone’s looking for another spanking.”

The coffee cups trembled in her hands and she turned to set them on the counter. Wade laughed as he walked from the kitchen to the guest room. He stayed with Tag often enough to have left several changes of clothes. They liked to practice roping and play cards. When the liquor flowed as it sometimes did, Tag insisted he stay the night.

Wade pulled on a pair of jeans and a soft knit shirt. He remained barefoot as he headed back to the kitchen. Rebecca’s soft laugh echoed down the hallway and pulled him along by the heartstrings.

What a little puzzle she was turning out to be.

“What’s so funny?” he asked as he rejoined them. He snagged his coffee from the counter.

“Rebecca said she thought I was a surfer when she first saw me.”

Wade laughed. “That’s rich. Did you tell her you hate swimming?”

Tag glared. “Shut up.”

Rebecca’s eyes widened. “You don’t like to swim? Why not?”

He shrugged. “I just don’t like it.”

“Bullshit,” Wade said congenially. “He got spooked by a monster movie when he and his sister were kids and refused to go into the water for years afterward.”

“Aww.” Rebecca’s empathetic noise sounded genuine. “I understand that. I had—” Her beautiful mouth clamped tightly shut and she cleared her throat while looking away. “I can understand that,” she repeated.

“You had what?” Wade asked.

“Nothing.” She waved a hand and speared Tag with a near desperate stare. “You have a sister? Does she live around here?”

Wade froze with his cup halfway to his mouth. His heart swelled then plummeted to his feet like the first huge drop on a roller coaster. Damn his big mouth anyway. He looked at Tag. His friend’s face was ashen and he had a white-knuckled grip on his mug.

“Tag?” Rebecca called his name softly. She moved toward him and covered his hand with hers. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah,” he rasped. “Fine. Why don’t we go into the living room?”

Wade watched his oldest friend pull his mind away from the horror of his past and focus on the woman in front of him. Slowly his tanned skin regained its color.

Wade cleared his throat. “Good idea.” He playfully poked Rebecca in the ribs. “I think it’s high time we find out what makes you tick. You have some explaining to do.”

She looked from one to the other and he knew her sharp mind was trying to fit all the pieces together. He also knew without a lot more information from Tag she wouldn’t be able to do that.

Tag didn’t talk about his past and for good reason. Wade was determined to protect his friend, too.

Finally she nodded. “All right, but you guys have some coughing up of your own to do.”

“Yeah?” Wade steered her to the couch where they’d just shared a wonderfully explosive bout of sex. He sat down and pulled her next to him. Tag settled his big frame on her other side.

“What do we have to explain?” Tag asked.

He sounded normal once more. Wade leaned back and offered an apologetic smile. Tag waved him off.

Rebecca set her cup on the coffee table then leaned against the couch. “For one thing, you two seemed awfully easy to entice into a threesome.” She lifted a blonde brow. “Almost as if you’d done it before.”

Tag shook his head. “Sorry to disappoint you, ma’am. We’ve never shared a woman.”

Her mouth dropped open and Wade laughed. He held up his hand when she rounded on him. “It’s true. We’re best friends but this was a first for us.”

He grinned at Tag. “Don’t know why we didn’t think of it sooner.”

“Me, either.”

Wade stretched his arm out then laid it on her slender shoulders. “I enjoyed it very much, though. Did you?”

“I thought that was obvious.”

“It sure as hell was from my end,” Tag said. “You were so wet and hot I thought I was going to combust.”

Despite all they’d done, Wade thought she blushed a little bit. He cocked his head. “Rebecca?”

She looked up at him. “Yes?”

He fingered her shoulder. “Was this your first threesome?”

Her color intensified and she squirmed between them. Her fingers dug at her jeans.

Tag’s big hand covered her fists. “Hey, it’s okay. We’re not judging, just curious.” He stroked her cheek and Wade saw her relax a tiny bit. “We want to know what you like and don’t like so we can play there, too.”

Rebecca nodded slowly. Her fingers unclenched and laced through Tag’s. “In college, I contemplated a lot of different things and a threesome was up there. I even made plans then chickened out and didn’t show up.” She tipped her head until it rested on the back of the couch. “It’s funny but as a kid and teen, I was the model of the perfect kid. But when I got to college and had my first real taste of freedom, I went a little crazy.” She bit her lip then laughed. “If you ask Boone he’ll say it was a lot crazy.”

Tag stiffened. When Wade looked at his expression, he found his friend’s face tight and shock in his eyes. “Did you sleep with him?” Tag asked. Even his voice was constricted.

She shook her head vehemently. “God, no. He wasn’t that kind of friend. I mean, he was but he wasn’t. Oh hell, I’m screwing this all up.” She waved her hands wildly then held her palms out and exhaled a long, controlled breath. “Okay. Back it up. I met Boone my third day at college. It was the first time I’d been anywhere alone in years. My father wasn’t there, no nannies or staff or bodyguards.”

“Bodyguards?” Wade repeated. “Why did you have a bodyguard?”

Her face turned as inscrutable as Boone’s often was. “My father was wealthy and a target.”

“Did something happen to you?” Tag demanded. Pinched anger now covered his features.

Wade was glad. At least he wasn’t focusing on any relationship she might have had with the FBI agent.

She hesitated and the longer she waited to answer, the tenser Wade grew. He shared a concerned look with Tag. “Bex? Did something happen?”

“When I was younger. It was a misunderstanding really. Nothing too serious but my father decided I should have a few life skills after that.”

Her head was bent and she didn’t look at either of them.

“Tell us,” Tag demanded.

She raised her head. “It’s ancient history. Nothing to worry about now.”

“Tell. Us.”