Licks and Promises (Texas Threesome Book 2) (3 page)

Chapter Three

Posy shoved her feet into her high leather boots. As she bent to zip
them over her skinny jeans, her messy bun flopped to the side of her head.

Once she stood, she tipped her head to right it and yanked on her coat. All day she’d been anticipating the moment the guys would return from Vegas. When they
got home, she’d planned to brave the icy wind and fire up the grill. The steaks were already seasoned in the fridge along with a potato salad, and beer was chilling.

She hadn’t bothered with des
sert. With any luck, she’d
be
the dessert.

Now they wouldn’t find her stretched on the bed, fragrant and damp from a bath.

“If they’re stupid enough to run out of gas, they get
this
Posy.” She glanced at her reflection in the wall mirror and blew a wisp of dark hair out of her eyes. After checking her purse for her cell and keys, she locked the door behind her. From the garage, she grabbed a half-full gas can and got into her car.

Snow whirled in the air, which would have been pretty if she were watching from inside with four arms wrapped around her.

The cold seeped into her bones. She should have just taken it upon herself to add the roadside assistance to the guys’ insurance policies. The minute she sat down at her desk on Monday morning, she’d make the call.

Luckily, their quiet town wasn’t far from the airport.

As she made her way toward her lovers, she let the notes of Loren’s voice flit through her head. Between that and Alex’s voice in the background, shivers had raced down her spine.

Anticipation built. A few days without
them was wearing on her control. The pressure in her core had been raging for too long. Loren and Alex were unable to keep their hands off each other—they would have gained some pleasure during their trip. Had they thought of her at all?

A trail of worry opened up in her mind, but she quickly jumped off that path. They cared about her.
Loved her, even.

By the time she spotted the parking area for those commuting to the city, her nerves were pinging. In a minute she’d be with her cowboys again.

When she pulled into the lot, she swung her head side to side, searching for Loren’s old truck. In the past few months Alex had all but quit driving his newer model. After all, it didn’t have a bench seat to fit three.

Along the side
, she spotted his truck, but a glance at the windshield told her they weren’t inside. “Dammit. If they’re walking…” She guided her car into a nearby spot and grabbed the gas can.

Brutal wind slashed at her coat and hair, ripping tendrils free of her bun. Mentally cursing Alex and Loren again, she hunched her shoulders and set off to rescue the guys who had obviously decided to take care of themselves.

The moment she reached the truck, a delicious heat scorched her spine. She jerked to turn, but a dark cloth covered her eyes even as a big hand clasped over her mouth. A scream built in her throat.

Then
the musky flavor of man met her lips.

A man she’d know the taste of if she were thrown blindfolded into a black pit. Her mouth went dry.

More rough hands caught her wrists and jerked them in front of her. Hemp as prickly as wire bit into her skin as the rope looped around and around her hands, binding them.

When the voice sounded, she forgot all about the frigid wind and only felt balmy breath across her cheek. “Don’t struggle, sweetheart.”

Loren’s lips grazed the corner of her mouth, but she didn’t have time to turn. Another set of lips crashed over hers, almost brutal in their need. Gasping, she opened to the tongue thrust inside.

Alex’s masculine flavor fogged her brain completely, and she couldn’t do more than sag. Loren support
ed her while Alex kissed her into a puddle of want. Her panties were instantly soaked and her nipples were straining hard without the barrier of a bra under Loren’s T-shirt she’d thrown on that morning.

Small squeaks built in her throat. Alex tore from the kiss, and she tried to follow him. With a groan, he grabbed her. The shock of his
hard grasp tilted her world. Alex had never touched her so roughly.

Panic threatened. What if it wasn’t Alex?

Her mind soothed her while her senses went haywire.
It’s Alex. No one else tastes like him. Except Loren after he’s sucked his cock.

Fresh need squeezed from the folds of her pussy.

When more hands closed around her waist and upper thigh, she cried out. Through the edges of the blindfold, daylight flashed as she was manhandled into the truck.

“Drive.” Alex’s voice was gritty.

The truck lurched forward, and Posy’s mind tumbled over what was happening. They were taking her somewhere. Her cowboys. Or were they? They’d never done anything like this.

“Wait! My purse!” she burst.

As the brakes were applied, her body rolled forward with the momentum. A strong arm locked around her. Then the door opened and boot steps faded away. Seconds later, they were back.

Posy relaxed against the back of the familiar vinyl seat.
She’d know the sound of Loren’s steps anywhere. How many times had she laid in bed listening to him move around the house while she and Alex continued to snuggle?

But when neither of her lovers spoke, her mind did another 180.
Fear nipped at her skin, raising the fine hair along her arms. God, her mouth was so dry. Was that really Alex? Loren?

Her stomach knotted. Something brushed her temple—Alex’s soft, slightly wavy hair?
She opened her mouth to speak, but callused fingers entered her mouth, silencing her.

She could bite down and learn the identity of her kidnapper. But the minty-leathery taste sent her spinning the other direction. “Alex,” she whispered.

He stuffed his fingers deeper into her mouth as if pushing his cock into her throat. With a moan, she began to suck on him.

Another hand came down on her thigh, warm and heavy.
Inching up her leg to the V between them. Wiggling down in the seat to meet his scorching touch, she continued to suck.

Alex snaked his tongue into her ear, raising brand new shivers.
“Miss us?” he grated out.

Her breath hitched.
“Y-yes.”

Loren probed her clit with an expert finger. Even through her jeans, he knew exactly where to find her pleasure button.
She rocked against him, burning with desire.

Alex’s fingers left her mouth
. She twisted to find the man she needed so badly. Loren pressed on her clit even as he took control of her mouth.

Without exchanging dark looks of promise or the ability to touch them, her senses heaved on a forbidden sea.
Her muscles trembled with awareness. Loren ran his tongue around her lips and then inside her mouth to tickle hers. She strained against her bonds, needing to loop an arm around either man and draw them to her.

“Untie me.”

Loren grunted. When he removed his finger from her throbbing clit, she bucked upward. He settled his hand over her waist and with the flick, unbuttoned her jeans. As he eased down her zipper, she felt the vibration of every tooth.

Someone
worked a hand under her coat and clasped her breast. “Fuck, she’s not wearing a bra.” Alex.

Loren groaned and plunged his hand into her panties. For a moment, the truck veered then righted. Both guys shook with laughter. Then when they found her hard nipple and drenched pussy, they sobered.

Posy’s mind floated in a haze, still drunk on adrenaline from her perceived danger. But her body knew this—knew the touch of her lovers.

The truck swerved again.

“Pull off for a minute. We have time.”

Time before what?
Posy lost that train of thought as Alex strummed her nipple. Each brush strengthened the quiver building in her center. Liquid heat oozed all over Loren’s fingers.

“She’s on the verge. Her pussy is so tight.” Loren bit off the words as he worked one finger into her channel. Rocking wildly, she tried to draw him deeper.

Alex removed his hand from under her shirt. Then with a few tugs, he bared her breasts to his questing mouth. Dazed with desire, she arched into him, seeking more of his hot tongue around each nipple. But when he added his teeth…

Loren finger-fucked her deeper.
She rose and fell over his hand, her clit brushing his palm with every wiggle.

White-hot need mounted. All the frustrations of being left behind in Texas without them vanished, to be replaced by a sensual heat she wouldn’t get enough of for a long time.

Loren thrust his tongue into her mouth, claiming her body and soul in a searing kiss. The rhythm of his tongue matched his fingers while Alex nibbled and sucked her breasts.

Lust spiking, Posy let her cowboys have free rein.
Small noises escaped her. Her inner thigh muscles quivered, and Loren drove his finger deeper.

She crested. A wall of sensation struck. Crying out, she bore down on Loren’s finger. When Alex grazed her nipple with his teeth and twisted her other one, her body pulsated harder.

Tearing from the kiss, Loren’s breathing was ragged. Posy clung to the cliff of ecstasy for long seconds.

Loren slowed his finger at the same Alex began to nuzzle her. Together they brought her down from her high, totally in tune with each other after months of sexual play.

Alex kissed a path up her throat. She turned into his kiss, needier than moments before. Pulling against her bonds, she tried to touch her lovers, but all she did was rub her skin against the stiff rope.

“
Take me home. I need more,” she whimpered once Alex had pulled away.

Loren removed his hand from her jeans then zipped and buttoned them.
The loss of his touch made her ache more. “We’re not going home, baby.”

Her mind tripped over the information. She struggled to get her bearings all over again.

Alex caressed her breast one last time then gently kissed her lips. “We’re going to the airport.”

“But…you just came from the airport!”

“That’s right. Sit back and relax.”

Without her sense of sight, she was overly aware of
Loren inhaling deeply through his nose.

Alex moaned.
“Give me a taste.”

With a shock
, she realized Alex was sucking Loren’s fingers. They were probably still wet with her juices.

The ache in her belly traveled all the way through her body. She wanted them.
Needed them. Now.

* * * * *

Alex opened the truck door and got out. Then he reached inside and guided Posy out onto her feet. As he released the bandanna around her eyes, relief washed over her beautiful features.

Her
gaze ticked up to his, and his breath caught. Her eyes shone with love.

Loren untied Posy’s hands,
and Alex captured them. Rubbing them between his, he leaned closer. “All right?”

She shivered.
“Better than all right.”

Loren tossed the bandanna and rope into the truck and closed the door. From the back, they got out the luggage they’d placed there not an hour ago.

Posy’s eyes widened in alarm. “You weren’t kidding. We’re going somewhere! But I don’t have anything with me.”

“Got your ID?” Loren drawled, a grin cutting brackets around his mouth.

“You know I always carry it.”

Alex had banked on that and one other thing
. Instead of only carrying her driver’s license, she also toted her passport in the hand-stitched and tooled leather wallet he’d made her early in their relationship.

Loren dug into her handbag and unzipped her wallet.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

He angled his body away while he searched for her passport. Without it, they couldn’t board that plane. They’d have to catch a later flight. Also,
a delay meant they’d end up in bed at home, where she would work her magic to extract the information from them. With one of her looks, Alex would crumble and spill their secret destination.

Loren tossed Alex a satisfied look and dropped her wallet back into her purse. Taking Posy’s elbow, he spun her toward the main building.

“I can’t go anywhere like this!” She looked down at herself.

“Sexy as hell if you ask me,” Alex said, appreciating her curves in skinny jeans and those black leather boots.

“And wearin’ my shirt,” Loren added with a wink.

The navy T-shirt said “work hard” on the front and “be honest” on the back. It was three sizes too big for Posy, but she’d look good in a grain sack.

She buried her fingers in her hair and removed the elastic band holding her messy bun in place. Then finger-combing her wild tresses, she brought it to order.

Alex leered at her, his cock aching.

“Why do you look as if you’re going to eat me alive?”