Reined In: Lone Star Lovers, Book 7 (7 page)

“Do you want us to fight?” he asked, his words sharpening.

“Fists and spit?” She shook her head. “It’s me, Cam. What do you think I want?”

His gaze narrowed again, and his lips firmed.

“If I have to choose, I’ll pick a man who can handle me. I know I can be ornery.” She tossed back her hair and stood, moving beside his chair. “Fact is, I do it on purpose,” she said, bending down and rubbing her lips against his. When she broke the kiss, she gave him a level stare. “I do it ’cause I want someone to take me in hand. I know Joe can do it. Question is, can you?”

“Stormy?” His voice rose with a hint of warning.

“Yes, cowboy?”

His lips twitched. “Liked that spankin’ that much, did you?”

She waggled her eyebrows. “You were there. Was I wet?”

He chuckled and reached up, pulling a lock of her hair to force her closer, tugging until her scalp stung.

Her breath hitched.

“Plan on stayin’ awhile,” he said, his voice taking on a hard edge. “We’ve got time, and we both need to figure out if this is how we want to live the rest of our lives.”

She pouted. She didn’t want to take time. She wanted everything sorted out right now.

A dark brow arched as though he’d read her mind. “I’m not Joe. I don’t decide on the turn of a dime. You want us both, you’re gonna have to prove you’ve got the nerve to face down every person who whispers about you or gives you nasty looks.” He pulled her hair again and forced her to climb right over his lap. When she was settled to his satisfaction, he gave her a steady stare. “And you’re gonna have to face your daddy. Tell him you want us both.”

Her mouth dropped. “Does he have to know?”

Cam’s jaw firmed. “Yeah, and you have to be the one to tell him. He has to know this is your choice. That you’ve really thought this through. Eventually…hopefully,” he said softly, “you will get pregnant. What will you tell him when he wants to know who the baby’s daddy is?” He tipped her face upward. “I don’t want to lie to him. Joe doesn’t either. Reese has been good to us. We owe him our respect.”

She sagged against his chest. “Guess you’re right.”

Cam pressed a kiss against her cheek. “In the meantime, I’ve got a few things to prove to you.”

Although worries were crowding in around her, she couldn’t help smiling. “You make it sound like I’m some challenge. We’ve already fucked. Ain’t that the battle?”

“Now I know you’re tryin’ to make me mad.”

“Is it workin’?”

“Yup.” He kissed her cheek again. “Go get some rest. Both of us have some thinkin’ to do.”

She leaned back. “I do—” She stopped at the shake of his head.

“Don’t say you love me again. Not yet.”

And because she knew she might hurt him in the long run, she nodded and slipped off his lap. “Tomorrow, okay?”

She left him with one last look, him sitting alone in the kitchen. Something that made her heart hurt. Her steps slowed on the way back to her bedroom as she passed Joe’s room. He’d want to know what had happened, but she was far from a decision. Cam was right. They had time. She was done with school and hadn’t yet accepted any of the jobs she’d received offers for back in Austin. The guys seemed to think the new owner wouldn’t be in a rush to see her gone, so she’d relax and try not to worry right now.

Entering her darkened room, she slipped off her clothing and slid between the sheets—only to come to rest against a lean, naked body. “Joe?”

“Do you have another boyfriend I don’t know about?” he asked in his deep, sweet drawl.

“Don’t ask me what we said.”

“He’s not with you, so I’m gonna assume you’re still wafflin’.”

“You think the decision ought to be easy? What you suggested defies common decency.”

“You’re an uncommon woman, but you might be surprised you’re not the first in these parts to thumb your nose at convention.”

“What are you talkin’ about?”

“You’ll see.”

He reached for her, and Stormy stiffened for all of two seconds before she let him turn her and spoon her against his body. The heat from his skin enveloped her. Strong biceps pillowed her cheek. He rested a muscled arm on the curve of her waist. There was surprising comfort in Joe’s embrace.

The fact he was hard and getting harder seemed to be a problem he wasn’t willing to inflict on her. So even though she’d already learned he could be forceful, she now knew he could be tender. Selfless.

“Stop thinkin’,” he whispered.

“Can’t.”

“Don’t be scared.”

She snorted. “Easy for you to say. I still have Reese Jordan to face.”

“Baby, he loves you. He’ll want what’s best for you.”

“What’s best…” She sighed and snuggled deeper against him. A yawn surprised her. “Guess I should try to sleep. Think Cam knows you’re here?”

“Of course.”

“I don’t want to hurt him.”

“I won’t let you.”

And although she smiled, she knew there was a very real possibility she would.

Chapter Eight

Early the next morning, Joe awoke to find a warm hand stroking his cock. Not that he was startled. He knew right where he was and who was doing the dirty deed.

The fact her head was under the covers and her breaths were gusting against his thigh was an interesting development. He’d thought for sure she’d sneak from her bed, if she’d managed to rise before him. Yesterday had been eventful, full of lusty fun, but he’d expected to find her riddled with morning-after doubts and ready to flee.

No, this development was very interesting indeed. He held still, wanting to see how far she dared go with her exploration.

She slipped a slim hand between his thighs and cupped his balls, rolling them lightly, testing their weight. Lips smoothed over them, and then she opened her mouth and took one stone into her wet heat.

His toes curled. His cock jerked.

Stormy scratched a fingernail beneath his balls, teasing him and then slowly drifted downward. When her nail ventured toward dangerous territory, he flipped back the covers.

Stormy’s head popped up and she gave him a lazy smile.

“That was a helluva wakeup call, darlin’.”

Her eyebrows bobbed up and down. “Wanted to be sure I had your attention.”

Joe narrowed his gaze and gripped his cock. “I’d planned on wakin’ you for an early mornin’ ride.”

She laughed and dipped back down, licking him from root to tip.

A quiet joy filled his chest. He’d give anything for more playful moments like this. “Scoot that pretty peach of yours this way. No reason the both of us can’t have a little fun.”

Her sexy laughter gusted against him, but she angled her ass around, lifted a knee and bumped his nose before she was straddling his face. His eyes watered, but he wasn’t deterred. Centering her slit right over his mouth, he cupped her ass and settled down to show her just how much fun this could be.

Her sexy wiggles showed him just where she wanted his mouth, and he lazily sucked on her plump outer lips while she dove down his cock. Soon the moist, juicy noises they made were accompanied by lusty sighs and groans.

She clenched her lips tightly around him and sucked, drawing off him and then sinking down again, letting his cock slide along her tongue and the roof of her mouth, fingers tugging his balls and another naughty finger rubbing the sensitive spot beneath. Again, her finger strayed and Joe let her have her way, trying to distract her by giving her sex long strokes with the flat of his tongue that started at her perineum and didn’t draw back until he’d stroked her burgeoning clit.

She wiggled her ass again and tightened her thighs. She dove again and let him butt against the back of her throat. When she held there, he tensed, and sure enough, she swallowed, the sensation of her throat opening and closing around his head so delicious his belly quivered against her.

When she slid her finger between his buttocks, he didn’t have the heart to stop her. A small tip traced a circle around his asshole and then sank inside.

Joe groaned against her sex and then burrowed against her clit, latching his mouth around it, sucking it and tapping it with his tongue.

She burrowed deeper while she lashed her tongue against the side of his cock, and he couldn’t stand it a second longer. He bent his knees and pushed up his hips, trying to fuck her mouth, but she withdrew.

“Stormy,” he growled.

She climbed off him and knelt beside his body, eyeing him from his chest to his bobbing cock. “I think I’d like that ride now.”

A decisive man, he jackknifed up, putting his back against the headboard and opened his arms. When she would have crawled over him, facing him, he shook his head, gripping her waist and turning her to face away.

With her hair shifting around her shoulders as she tossed it back, she climbed over him, placed the tip of his cock at her entrance and then slowly eased down, giving him shallow circles as she worked her way down.

His heart thudded inside his chest as he realized that even after yesterday’s outburst, she hadn’t hesitated for want of a condom. She trusted his intentions at least that much.

Joe was glad she couldn’t see his face. He knew everything he felt was there. The awe that this beautiful, spirited woman was with him. The lust that tightened his jaw and the grip of his hands on her hips.

More than anything, he wanted to set the pace, but he let her make several slow up-and-down glides, her channel gripping him all the way, dragging along his shaft. Moisture spilled from inside her, adding a slick punctuation to her quickening motions.

When her hands disappeared, he knew she touched herself, that she was playing with her clit. More than anything, he wished Cam was here to watch, because she needed someone to see what this was doing to her, keep her naked and shaken, vulnerable, before her pride and humor stole the poignant moment.

And suddenly, she stopped. She gazed back at him, a question in her eyes.

For once, he couldn’t guess what she was thinking, but he gave her a nod.

She lifted, letting his cock fall from between her legs. She left the bed and went to the door, opening it wide.

When she returned, she crawled toward him. “I don’t want to leave him out.”

Joe smiled and then turned his gaze toward the door. “Cam!”

They both waited.

Several moments later, the sound of feet padding on the floor toward them heralded his arrival. He wore boxers. His gaze went to Joe, who kept his expression neutral. Then to Stormy. Watching only her profile, Joe saw her smile. She reached out, beckoning Cam, who drew a deep breath before stepping into the room.

“Something you couldn’t handle, Joe?” he asked without looking away from her. He set a knee on the bed and crawled atop the mattress.

“Peaches here thought she could play with my ass and suffer no consequences.”

Cam’s eyebrows shot up. His mouth twitched. “You don’t say.”

Stormy aimed a glare at Joe. “You didn’t exactly object.”

Cam tsked. “Peaches, Peaches. Don’t you know a hetero man’s ass is forbidden territory?”

“And a hetero girl’s isn’t?”

“Hear that?” Joe said, fighting a smile. “She’s sassin’ you.”

Cam studied her for a moment and then flicked his gaze to Joe. “Still have that little deer-hide number?”

Joe grinned. “Bottom drawer of my dresser.”

Cam scooted off the bed and went to the drawer. A moment later, he chuckled, holding up a flogger, bindings and a blindfold.

Stormy turned her head toward Joe. “Oh no,” she said, beginning to scoot backward toward the edge of the bed.

Joe snagged her wrist and then lifted his hand.

Cam threw him the bindings, which he wrapped around one of her wrists, closing one with a Velcro strip. Then he pulled her toward him until he could reach her other arm. After he had both hands bound, he pulled her close, giving her a hard kiss on the mouth. “This is gonna be fun.”

Stormy felt the bed dip behind her. Black fabric lowered in front of her face and she tossed her head, but Cam was quick and firm, cutting off her view of Joe’s smirk and tying the blindfold behind her head. With her hands bound in front of her and unable to see, she shivered, knowing both men were eyeing her body and trying to decide what they’d do next.

Not that they said a word. Must have used hand signals, a thought that maddened her, because she wondered whether they’d practiced this with some other lucky girl. Jealousy flared. But so did her arousal. Her nipples tightened, puckering, growing so sensitive even the movement of the air teased.

The bed shifted, rocking her on her knees. Behind her, in front of her.

A hand gripped the bindings at her wrists and pulled her down until her breasts were mashed against the bed and her ass was in the air.

A swish was her only warning and the first lash of soft leather flanges stroked her bottom. The right side. Then the left. Then back to the right. Still they were softer than Joe’s hand had been, so she relaxed, setting her forehead against the covers.