Licks and Promises (Texas Threesome Book 2) (2 page)

Loren shot him a look that made him want to find the nearest dark alley, if there was such a thing in Vegas.

“Posy will kick our asses if we take the account too low,” Loren warned.

“Yeah, but in this case I think it’s necessary.”

Eyes narrowed, Loren asked, “What sin do you have in mind?”

Alex grinned.
“Gambling.”

* * * * *

Loren stared down the other players at the poker table. Two men dressed in designer everything flashed more money than Loren ever had in his life. Another guy who, judging by his comb-over, might be a business tycoon. The single female player wore a ton of makeup and smoked elegant brown cigarettes.

But the cowboy with the thousand-dollar boots and the custom-made hat was making Loren sweat.
He could smell a Texan a hundred miles away, and Texans knew how to play poker.

Alex was a damn good player. No one in Falls Creek beat him. But this was Vegas-style. They weren’t bett
ing peanuts or quarters with the guys on a Saturday night.

No, they were betting all their spending money for the next day plus a chunk from their business account.

“Posy’s gonna kill us if you lose this,” Loren murmured to Alex.

Dark eyes leveled with Loren’s. “Why don’t you get us some drinks?”

Great.
Loren didn’t trust Alex not to bet the whole grand they were gambling while he went and got two whiskeys with the few bucks in his pocket. He shoved his hat low and headed away from the gaming table.

Gorgeous girls hung on the necks of other guys in the poker room, ornaments who probably benefitted from the winnings.
Then again, Loren was Alex’s ornament.

“Hey, cowboy.
You looking to party tonight?” A brunette wearing a sheer dress with no undergarments and spike heels smiled at him.

“No, I’m…I’m taken.” He was, by two people. A smile spread in his heart.

Circling her, he tipped his hat in thanks, then hurried to the bar. He fished a few wrinkled bills from his pocket and slapped them down. With two whiskeys in hand, he wove through the crowd to Alex’s side.

T
he game hadn’t made much progress. Relief tingled in his fingertips. Alex raised a hand, and Loren put the drink in it. In one flick of his wrist, the amber liquid disappeared down Alex’s throat.

Loren’s shirt clung to his damp spine.
As far as he knew, Alex was already down two hundred dollars.

“I raise the pot $100,” the expensive cowboy said.

“I call it,” Alex immediately added.

The dealer announced, “Ace spade,
five heart, seven heart.”

Expensive Cowboy said, “I raise the pot to $300.”

When the woman heard this, no amount of makeup in the world could disguise her unhappiness. “I fold.”

Loren’s heart raced a little more.

Four echoes of agreement rounded the table. Loren’s palm was sweaty as hell, and he had to shift his drink to his other hand to scrub it against his jeans. From behind, someone bumped into him and a little whiskey sloshed over his fingers.

Now the pot was $2100 and Alex still had $400. Not a good amount, in Loren’s opinion. He tossed his whiskey back, thankful for the bite.

The turn card was an eight of hearts. Loren knew poker well enough to know Alex still had a shot at winning their goal. But things could go sour.

Three people checked, but Alex remained silent. Loren kept his mask on, not giving anything away. Alex often used this scare tactic.

As the dealer tuned the next card, the players seemed to hold their breaths.

Expensive Cowboy slugged back his drink and said, “$200.”

Everyone called around the table. At Alex’s hesitation, Loren’s heart raced. If he bowed out now, he’d be left too little for their surprise. They needed that money.

“All in.”
Alex pushed forward his four hundred chips.

T
he other players called four hundred.

The first player showed his cards for a high flush. His buddy got a full house with two more aces.

“Gah.” With a snort of disgust, the businessman tossed in his cards.

Expensive Cowboy followed, though he didn’t look affected by his loss.

They all stared at Alex, who slowly turned his cards over. “Four heart and six heart. Always were my favorite cards. Straight flush.”

Loren released a
whoop and fist-punched the air.

“I thank
ya.” Grinning, Alex gathered the whole pot and moved to another table, where he bet small amounts until he not only won their goal but made back their original thousand dollars.

As Loren watched his lover, he got more and more turned on. Alex was one tough poker player. Between his skills and the dark look of concentration on his rugged features, Loren couldn’t wait to throw him down on their bed.

“Let’s call it a night.” At his dusky tone, Alex caught on.

He glanced up with a crooked smile. “I am feeling a might tired.” He tucked his winnings in his inside vest pocket and they headed to the elevators.

Before the doors opened, Loren had fantasized ten ways how he wanted to pleasure his lover. But one stuck out to him. “I think we should do a video chat with Posy when we get to our room.”

Alex’s
gaze fixed on Loren’s. If the way he licked his lower lip indicated anything, Alex was on board.

They couldn’t all be together in the flesh, but cyber-sex would be
fun as hell.

Two other couples got into the elevator with them, so Loren couldn’t ram Alex against the mirrored wall and shove his tongue into his mouth. Instead he stared at Alex’
s reflection, aware of every tense muscle, especially the bulge in his jeans.

Alex’s gaze ticked upward to catch Loren’s in the mirror. Need clawed at Loren’s insides, and his breathing picked up. Alex possessed
a “take charge” look that drove Loren crazy.

When they got off on their floor,
he grabbed Loren’s shoulder and steered him down the hall. By the time Loren punched in their key code, his fingers were shaking.

A red light flashed on the lock.

“Code’s wrong.” Amusement tinged Alex’s tone. He knew damn well what he was doing to Loren.

“Fuck, my cock’s going to strangle if I don’t get this right.” He punched the buttons again, and just in time too.

They fell through the door together, hats flying off and arms locked around each other. Alex’s mouth crashed across Loren’s. Grappling with clothing, Loren stripped off his lover’s vest and started working on the pearl shirt buttons. His rolled sleeves got hung up on his thick forearms, but he peeled the cloth away with a violent tug.

Alex yanked open Loren’s rodeo belt buckle and plunged his hand into his waistband. As rough skin met Loren’s hot flesh, he groaned.

“Posy,” he panted, reaching for his phone.

“Not yet. I can’t wait and neither can you. We’ll call her for round two, when we can go slow and enjoy her.” Alex curled his fingers around the base of Loren’s cock—all the persuasion he needed.

They fell to the bed in a tangle of strong limbs. Alex yanked Loren’s shirt none-too-gently over his head, grinding his erection into him.

“I’m
gonna fuck you hard and fast. Then I’m going to suck your cock until everyone on this floor knows my name.”

Loren’s heart tripped at the dirty promise. “Fuck, yeah. Get this cock out.” He jerked open Alex’s fly, and his cock slid out. When bare skin touched Loren’s hand, his eyes widened.

Alex’s chuckle vibrated both of them. “Forgot to pack enough underwear.”

“You should forget more often,” Loren growled, wrapping his fist around the length and giving it
a purposeful stroke that made Alex shudder. “Bring it up here. I want your cock in my mouth.”

In a flurry they stripped each other. When Alex straddled Loren and nudged his lips with his thick cock, Loren opened his mouth and swallowed him in one smooth glide.

“Jeezus hell,” Alex moaned.

Loren dug his fingers into Alex’s ass and brought him deep enough that his black pubic hair brushed Loren’s lips.
He swallowed reflexively, drawing deep on his lover.

Alex stared down at him, eyes lidded and ecstasy written all over his face. They locked gazes while Loren continued to suck his every inch. Once Alex began to quake, he jerked away.

“Enough. Roll over.”

“Condoms in the—”

“I got it.” Alex’s weight left the bed for a moment, and Loren got into position. His cock was so heavy with need it hung away from his body. He fisted it twice before Alex barked an order.

“Stop.
That’s mine. I want to swallow you after this.” He ran his finger around Loren’s rim.

With a groan, Loren pushed back for more. An ample amount of chilled lube hit his skin, but it did nothing to lessen the fire of need. Alex smeared it around and worked his fingers into Loren’s ass until the bed shook from both of their quivers.

“Get inside me.” Loren’s voice came out as a croak.

Alex didn’t need more of an invitation. He slowly fed his cock into Loren’s body.
As each inch filled him, the tension in Loren’s groin spread. If he even touched his own cock, he’d blow. But Alex had made it clear that was his domain.

Biting back
his need, Loren relaxed all of his muscles until his lover was seated deep. The pressure of his cock against Loren’s gland started a slow pulsation inside him.

“I’ve
gotta move.” Alex’s voice was strangled.

Reaching back, Loren gripped Alex’s hip and jerked him
closer.

With a roar, Alex began to
thrust. The bed trembled under their erratic movements. When Alex blanketed Loren’s back with his body and wrapped an arm around his middle, Loren gave himself up to his lover.

Alex manipulated him, fucking hard and deep then backing off and giving shallow thrusts that turned on Loren more. The slap of flesh and the feel of his balls striking Loren’s ass nearly sent him overboard.

“Going to…fucking…unload in you.”

Knowing he was so close
rocketed Loren skyward. But he had to control it. He pinched the head of his dick to stave off his orgasm even as Alex stiffened.

His primal growl echoed in the room.
For dizzying moments Loren was sure he was going to lose it along with his lover.

Alex’s movements slowed as his release ebbed, but that just drove Loren crazier.

He collapsed forward on the bed, letting Alex slide from his body. By the time he crawled on top of his lover, Alex’s eyes were less glazed.

But Loren was aching. He took his cock in hand and guided it to Alex’s lips.

“Helllll,” Loren gritted out as the heat of his mouth enveloped him. Ab muscles jumping, he sank his cock into his lover’s mouth.

Alex was a pro with blow jobs. Just the sight of his hollowed cheeks and the occasional light scrape of his teeth would do anyone in. And Alex knew all the right spots to hit.

He cupped Loren’s balls and slid a finger down them over and over again. With every pass, Loren’s cock stiffened a little more. When he could strain for release no more, he cradled Alex’s head and spurted deep into his throat.

Alex continued to suck him, and as his last jet of come filled his mouth, Alex slowed. The pulls became soft and tender, his eyes even more so.

A noise broke from Loren as he stared down at his lover. “I can’t wait to tell Posy about our surprise.”

Alex released him and grinned. “Think she’ll go for it?”

“If she doesn’t, we’ll kidnap her.”

Eyes darkening, Alex
drawled, “That’s not a bad idea.”

Chapter Two

“The band isn’t half bad.” Posy raised her voice over the country cover
band at the Wild Stallion.

Her childhood friend, Jane, flipped her long, tawny-brown hair over her shoulder and nodded. “Better than last time we were in here. Remember the band that only played Merle Haggard?”

Posy shivered as she recalled every screechy note of the violin. Not only had the lead singer believed he sounded
just
like the country western great, but he believed he could also fiddle.

Jane’s eyes sparkled over her fruity drink. She drew a sip and moaned with pleasure. “The Wild Stallion does make the best strawberry margaritas.”

In the past months since that day Alex and Loren had spread her over her desk and trapped her beneath the muscle she’d been fantasizing about, Posy had neglected Jane.

“It’s good to have some girl time.” Posy sipped her own margarita.
“Tell me how your job’s going.”

Jane launched into stories of her career. Though interesting, Posy couldn’t concentrate on her friend’s words. Her mind wandered to her lovers, and before she knew it
, she was imagining herself in Vegas with them.

They’d get her between them at a strip
club, have some sexy male dancer give her a lap dance. Then once she was worked up, they’d slide their fingers under her skirt to her soaking center…

“Do you want to share some fries?” Jane asked.

“Oh. Yeah.” Posy clenched her legs against the ache in her pussy. It had been ages since she’d had to pleasure herself. But tonight she’d have no choice. Between the alcohol and her wild daydream, she was throbbing.

They flagged a bedraggled-looking waitress and placed their order. A few old friends wandered to the table and sat talking. A cowboy came up, shed his
Carhart and asked Jane to dance.

As Posy watched them revolve around the floor, talking and laughing, she itched to
phone her lovers. Spending time with an old friend was fun, but she missed the hell out of her cowboys.

Automatically she reached for her clutch purse and looked for her phone. In the dim lighting of the bar, a handful of change and her glossy patent leather wallet glinted.
But no phone.

Sucking in a breath, she retraced her steps before she’d left the house.
Two pain killers for a headache and a swallow of water, heels, warm jacket. Then she’d grabbed her big purse and thought twice. She’d switched to her clutch.

Her cell was in the bottom of her other purse.

“Damn.” She sat back, mourning that she couldn’t even text the guys she loved.

Jane was escorted off the dance floor, fizzing with excitement about the cow poke she’d just danced with. Posy grew engulfed in her friend’s sparkling green eyes and animated tale of her dance.
They shared the fries and ordered another drink.

By the time she reached home, exhaustion had her roped and tied. She locked the house and walked through the empty rooms, stripping off her clothes as she went.
The lingering scents of Alex’s cologne wrapped her in a cocoon of comfort. When she spotted Loren’s abandoned shirt on the back of a chair, she wadded it up and brought it to her nose.

Inhaling deeply, she fished for her cell in her big leather purse. Two missed calls from Loren, a text from Alex and a missed video chat.

Damn.

Her internal clock said it was well after two
, and while they might be awake in the city that never sleeps, her eyelids weighed a ton.

As she fell into the bed the three of them shared, she curled up with Alex’s pillow and Loren’s shirt. Her last thought was for the throb deep in her core—the one she didn’t want to take care of without her lovers.

* * * * *

“Dammit!” Loren ripped his hat off and tossed it to the hotel bed. “She’s still not answering.”

The hard set of Loren’s lips said what Alex wasn’t willing to voice—he was worried as hell because Posy hadn’t returned their messages. Around 1:00 a.m. her time, Alex had sent her a text telling her they were thinking about her and to call them.

He cocked a brow at Loren. “Think she’s really pouting?”

“Could be. We left her in Texas. And while this convention is work, we both know she thinks we’re out here running like mustangs.” Loren chafed his knuckles over his jaw, and the low rasp prickled the hair on Alex’s nape.

After initially slaking their lust, they’d tried to reach her to join them. But she hadn’t answered and they’d fallen out of the mood for more.

“We’ll be with her tomorrow afternoon. But not having contact with her for even a few hours drives me crazy.” Alex ignored the incredulous look Loren threw at him. He’d been working on opening up to his lovers and expressing his emotions, but apparently he was doing a shitty job.

Loren gnawed his lower lip. “What the hell time is it in Texas?”

“Two hours behind us.”

“She’s at work.” He punched a button and held the cell to his ear, eyes wide with expectancy.

“It’s Saturday. She’s sleeping in.” Alex’s suggestion sounded meager to his own ears. Posy was a beautiful little wren in the morning, chirping with the talk that irritated Alex, who was a night owl.

“She can’t be sleeping,” Loren said, his expression faraway as if concentrating on some distant point
—say, in Falls Creek.

Alex tensed when he heard the cell ring five times…six. “Think I should call my mom to check on her?”

“Nah, that’ll just piss her off more.” Loren jabbed his cell and tossed the unit to the bed with his hat. “I say she’s pissed at us.”

“Could be.”
Alex tugged the collar of his T-shirt with their business logo. “We have one last day at the convention. Let’s focus on selling some saddles, and we’ll make it up to her when we get home.”

Loren’s lips twisted into a crooked smile. “That sounds more like the Alex I know.”

“We’ve gotta stop at that travel agent’s office on the way.” The poker winnings created a thick wedge in Alex’s jeans pocket. He couldn’t wait to blow it all on a last-minute trip to Belize.

He and Loren skipped breakfast and headed out of their fancy
schmancy hotel. Someone had already turned the Vegas furnace on. Luckily Texas boys weren’t bothered. The strip was alive as it always was, but Loren was grim today, passing the girls sporting freakishly-sized tits without a second glance.

Alex nudged his lover’s forearm. “Don’t worry about Posy. She won’t stay mad at us for long.”

“Well, we might have to kidnap her, after all.” Loren met his gaze, and they united in their common love for her.

The stop at the travel agent took over an hour, so Loren rushed off to man the trade show booth while Alex wrapped up the details of their trip. Sure, they wouldn’t be making saddles for two weeks, but it was the mid
dle of winter and sales were slow.

Besides, since starting their business, they hadn’t taken off a single day, even working some weekends. They could use the poker winnings to buy
a new stitching machine or for magazine advertisements, but right now their investment in Posy was more important.

* * * * *

When the landing gear hit the pavement, the jet brakes screaming, Loren’s mind launched ahead to the home they all shared.

A simple ranch ho
use on a quiet back street, which Posy had outfitted with painted window boxes. In the summer, they’d spilled over with red, white and yellow flowers. And damn, Loren could still picture the denim cutoffs she’d worn while planting.

The town of Falls Creek boasted a single traffic light that didn’t even t
urn red or green, just blinked, but luckily it wasn’t far from the airport.

Alex’s phone
bleeped
, and he whipped it from his pocket like a gunslinger. Relief settled over his features. “Posy.”

Loren’s heart thudded as he leaned over Alex to read the text.

Sorry I worried you. Was out late, slept in, went to work. Wrote up a new contract.

“Christ, she must have been bored. She’s been avoiding the legal language of that contract for a month,” Loren remarked.

Alex smirked. “She sounds a little chilly toward us.”

Loren raised his gaze to meet Alex’s.
Without a word, they knew what needed to be done.

“I’ve got rope in my truck,” Loren said low enough
that the other passengers wouldn’t overhear him.

Alex winked. “Good. I think we’
ll need it.”

The plane taxied for what felt like an hour. By the time it stopped, Loren launched out of his seat. “
Ow!” He winced as he smacked his head on the bulkhead, and Alex shook with laughter.

Rubbing his head, Loren pushed out a chuckle too. Now that they were in Texas again—and within driving distance of Posy—the tension flowed out of Loren. He didn’t like thinking of her being upset with them. In their months together, they’d never done more than bicker over house chores.

Except that one time Alex had shrunk her silk blouse. Her dark blue eyes had looked black as he held up the top that wouldn’t have fit a four-year-old. Her lips had firmed into a wobbly line against the rage she’d obviously wanted to express. Then she’d grabbed the top and wrapped it around Alex’s neck.

Yanking it lightly, she pretended to choke him. “Good thing for you this isn’t longer!”

Loren’s grin returned full force at the memory.

Thankfully
, their luggage had fit in the overhead compartment, so as soon as they escaped the group of people disembarking, they set off.

He and Alex were almost the same height, but Alex’s legs were slightly longer. Loren lengthened his strides to keep up.

Alex nudged his hat down over his eyes. “When we get to the truck, call Posy and tell her we ran out of gas and need her to bring a can.”

Exiting into the sunshine, Loren tipped his face back to gather more of the Texas sun
, as weak as it was right now.

The same sun
shone over Vegas, but Posy was under this one. Loren’s heart thudded as they rounded a bend and he spotted his old pickup.

The red paint was peeling, and it wore
a good share of rust. Mud splattered the sides from the last time all three of them had ridden in it, bumping down a back road to the warehouse that was home to their business.

Wherever they went
, Posy was snuggled between them. Last time she’d been wearing a pair of sleek black pants. At the sight of her curvy thighs in them, Loren had just about lost it.

He
jumped behind the wheel, shooting Alex a look as he dug out his phone.

Posy answered on the first ring. “You’ve touched down!”

Grinning at the joy in her voice, Loren fought to control his tone. He couldn’t let her know what they were up to.

“Yeah, we’re on Texas soil. Bad news, though.”

Her voice pitched lower. “What’s that?”

“We’re outta gas. Sitting here outside of...where are we, Alex?”

“Just outside the airport, you ass. On the Northwest Parkway.”

Loren relayed the information, but Posy said, “I heard him. When will you be home?”

“As soon as you bring us a gas can, doll.”

“
Wha—? Me?”

“
We’re near a carpool parking area. You can get here much faster than we can walk.”

She made a clicking noise with her tongue, and when she spoke
, she sounded disgruntled. “I know the one. Should have gotten roadside assistance on your insurance like I told you…”

Loren bit back a laugh. “I know, I know. Next time we’ll listen to you. So we’ll see you in a little while.”

“Okay.” Her voice pitched upward again, as if she might be a little bit happy to see them despite them being pains in her ass.

Loren ended the
call and looked at his cohort in this crime. “She’s gonna be pissed that she doesn’t have any clothes.”

Alex lifted a shoulder in a
careless shrug. “There are shops in the airport. And when it comes down to it, she doesn’t need panties.”

They shared a laugh,
then Loren started the truck and headed toward the Northwest Parkway.