Van, Becca - Slick Rock Cowboys [Slick Rock 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (5 page)

Tara breathed in the scent of the roses and jasmine planted just outside the back door. She wandered down to the corral and leaned on the fence as she took in the beautiful scenery. The expansive plains and fresh country air seeped into her soul, relaxing her for the first time in six years. She had missed her home so much, as well as her two best friends, but she missed her mom the most. She felt like a big, gaping wound had split her chest wide open and would never heal. She had lost the closeness of her best friends the day she moved away from this place, and two years later, she had lost her mom. She had no one anymore and didn’t know if she would ever feel whole again.

The first sob caught Tara by surprise. She would have thought she had no tears left after all the crying she had done over the last couple of days. She slid to the ground and hugged her knees in tight to her chest. She felt so alone. She had no one to lean on, no one to love, and no one to love her in return. She had nothing left. Tara was so caught up in her own grief she didn’t hear the truck coming up the drive.

Strong, muscular arms scooped her up from the ground, pulling her onto hard, muscular thighs. Tara knew by his scent that Johnny held her in his arms, cradling her on his lap. He rocked her and ran a large palm up and down her back, trying to soothe her pain away. He had always been the more sensitive, compassionate one out of him and Clay. Tara clutched his shirt in her hands as she cried. He didn’t try to stop her, just held and rocked her. When she finally stopped, she slumped against his chest, savoring the comfort and touch of another human being. Before today, it had been so long since she had been held and comforted. She never wanted to let go.

“Are you all right, sweetheart?” Johnny asked as he tipped her head up to his with a finger beneath her chin.

Tara nodded then shook her head. She wasn’t all right and didn’t know if she ever would be again.

“Talk to me, Tara.”

“I can’t do this anymore, Johnny,” Tara replied with a sob.

“What can’t you do, sweetheart?”

“I’m so lonely. My mom died over six years ago. My dad left years ago. I have no friends. I can’t do this anymore.”

“Tara, don’t talk like that. You have me and Clay. We’ll always be here for you, sweetheart,” Johnny replied, and Tara could see anguish on his face for her as she spoke, but she didn’t trust him or Clay anymore and didn’t know if she ever would. She was still that little girl inside. She knew she still loved Johnny and Clay but didn’t think she would ever have that trust again.

“No. I don’t have you and Clay. I never have,” Tara responded, pushing up and off Johnny’s lap.

“What the fuck are you talking about, Tara?” Johnny said as he stood and walked over to her. He grasped her by her upper arms so she couldn’t escape him.

“You and Clay tolerated me as a kid. You didn’t really want me around or like me. If you had, I never would have found you in the barn fucking that woman,” Tara yelled as she glared at Johnny.

“Now, that’s where you’re wrong, little girl. We were a lot older than you and had needs. We wanted you, but we couldn’t do anything about it. What do you think would have happened if we had made a move on you and someone had found out? We would have ended up in jail, for God’s sakes. But there is nothing stopping us from doing anything now,” Johnny stated. He pulled her in closer to him and placed his mouth down over hers.

Tara whimpered as Johnny leaned down to her and slanted his mouth, sliding his lips over hers. She heard him groan as his mouth touched hers for the first time. The first taste of him exploded on her taste buds as he slid his tongue in between her lips and teeth, sliding his alongside hers. He grasped her hips and pulled her firmly against his body, thrusting his hips into her stomach as he devoured her mouth. He palmed the back of her head, keeping her in place so she couldn’t pull away. She felt his cock jerking against the zipper of his jeans as he pushed his hips into hers. To have him kissing and grinding his cock against her nearly had her coming in her pants. Johnny couldn’t seem to get enough of her. The taste of his mouth and tongue, as well as the feel of his warm, hard body pressed up against her own soft form was absolute heaven. She wanted him to bury his cock in her achy, wet pussy right now. She moaned with unrequited desire as he pulled his mouth from hers, resting his forehead against her own as they panted for breath and stared into each other’s passion-glazed eyes.

“I want you, Tara. We both want you. You are not leaving here again. We’re not going to let you. And if I ever hear you talk the way you did before, I’ll put you over my knee and spank your ass till its pink. Do you understand?” Johnny growled.

Tara took a step back from Johnny, watching him warily, her breathing fast. She couldn’t believe he had just kissed her, told her that he and Clay wanted her. She didn’t know if she believed him or if she was just another conquest. Another notch on their bedpost. Her emotions were in turmoil, and she couldn’t have answered him if her life depended on it. She wrapped her arms around her body protectively and turned her back to him. She stood leaning against the corral fence as she stared into the distance.

Whack.
Tara jumped and spun around to stare at Johnny, her eyes wide in disbelief that he had just spanked her on the ass.

“I asked you a question, Tara. Don’t you ever turn your back on me again. Now answer me, or I will put you over my knee right here, right now. I will bare your ass and paddle you good, and I don’t care who sees.”

“Yes. I understand,” Tara replied in a husky, quiet voice.

“Good. Now, what the hell are you doing out here? You’re supposed to be resting,” Johnny stated with narrowed eyes.

“I needed some fresh air. I feel fine, and I haven’t done anything. I have had just about as much rest as I can stand. I was beginning to get cabin fever,” Tara replied, thrusting her chin at Johnny defiantly.

Tara and Johnny turned at the sound of pounding horse hooves. Clay was heading their way. Tara didn’t think she was up to dealing with Clay after her altercation with Johnny. Johnny had shocked her. He had always been so easygoing. He was always smiling, friendly, and such a flirt. Tara had never seen the dominant side of Johnny before. Clay was the more serious of the two brothers. He had always laid down the law and kept her in line. He still smiled a lot, but with Clay she never knew when she had pushed too far until he hauled back on the ropes to rein her in. But rules were rules, and she’d better look out if she broke any of Clay’s rules.

Tara turned away from Clay and Johnny, intending to get back to the house and her room. She’d had more than enough of them for one day. She was halfway across the yard when the pounding hooves sped up. Tara knew without looking Clay was heading in her direction. She picked up her pace, hoping to make it to the house steps and avoid another confrontation.

She wasn’t fast enough. She gave a squeak of fright as the ground beneath her feet trembled with vibrations as Clay and his mount drew near. She gave up any pretense and broke into a run. The next thing she knew, a band of steel had wrapped around her waist and she was flying through the air. She landed on Clay’s hard, muscular thighs, which stopped her screech of fear and fury. Clay slowed the horse to a trot and then turned his mount back to where Johnny was standing.

Tara took in Johnny’s aggressive stance. His hips were thrust forward, his legs were spread shoulder width apart, and his arms were crossed over his muscular chest. The scowl on his face told her she was in deep shit.

Tara averted her eyes then made the mistake of looking up at Clay. He was staring down at her, and the heat, the hunger, evident in his eyes was enough to set her on fire. She tried to push his large, muscular arm away from around her waist, but gave up the futile effort. She was not getting away from him until he released her.

Clay lifted Tara up into his arms and dismounted from his horse, leaving her in the saddle as he kept his eyes on her. He grasped her about the waist and pulled her from his horse, holding her at eye level with her feet dangling in the air.

“Brandon, come and get Thunder. I want you to cool him off, give him a rub down and some feed,” Clay commanded as his ranch hand appeared.

“Sure thing, boss.”

Tara felt her cheeks pinken with the knowledge Brandon could see the way Clay held her off the ground with ease.

“Please put me down, Clay.”

“No,” Clay replied.

Tara’s world spun so fast her vision blurred. She was hanging upside down over Clay’s hard, muscular shoulder, her head hanging down to his lower back. He had an arm wrapped around her knees, and a large hand was spread over the cheeks of her ass. He turned around and headed for the house and didn’t stop until he gently placed her on the bed.

“As much as I like you wearing my clothes, baby, get them off. Now,” Clay demanded forcefully.

“What? What for?”

“I’m at the end of my tether, Tara. Get. Your. Clothes. Off. Now.”

Tara moved fast, surprising herself at her own speed and agility. She was off the bed and standing on the other side before Clay had a chance to stop her. The look he gave her was so predatory she could feel her heart racing. Johnny entered the bedroom and stood with his hips thrust forward in an impressive display of dominance. Tara stepped back and knew she was in trouble, cornered, trapped, when her back hit the wall.

“I found Tara sitting on the ground when I got back from town bawling her eyes out. Do you want to know what she said?” Johnny asked Clay without taking his eyes from her.

“Tell me,” Clay replied.

“She said she can’t do this anymore. She’s sick of being lonely and alone. She said she has no friends, not even us. She said she never had us because she found us in the barn fucking that woman the day she was leaving town.”

“What? Is that what you think, Tara?” Clay asked, moving toward the end of the bed.

Tara couldn’t answer Clay. She stood in shock as the two men she had grown up with looked at her with hunger in their eyes. She pushed herself back into the corner of the room. Her heart was beating a rapid staccato as she panted air in and out of her lungs quickly. She licked her dry lips, keeping her eyes on the two men moving forward with slow, measured steps.

“Answer me, now. Or I swear to God I will strip you naked, put you over my knee, and paddle your ass,” Clay bit out between clenched teeth.

Hearing the words she just said coming out of Johnny’s mouth gave Tara pause. She had never been a quitter, and she could tell by the looks on Clay’s and Johnny’s faces she had scared them with her words. She wanted to explain how she felt at the time she’d spouted those words, but she didn’t know if they would believe her.

Tara was too afraid to answer. She didn’t want to be distracted. She felt her pussy clench with need. Excitement permeated her body, making her nipples pucker and thrust against the fabric of the shirt. For the first time in six years, she felt alive again. She wanted to smile, but bit the inside of her cheek to prevent herself from doing so. Clay would see her smile as a taunt, a challenge, and she knew he wouldn’t back down. He never had. But she had waited for this moment for years, and there was no way in hell she was letting it pass. So she decided to goad Clay into giving her what she wanted.

“Game on!” Tara stated firmly.

“Oh, you are in so much trouble, baby. You know the rules. When I ask you a question or tell you to do something, you obey. I am going to tan your ass good, but this time I’m not doing it through your clothes. I am going to strip you naked. Your ass is going to be bright pink by the time I finish with you,” Clay stated.

They were moving in on her, and Tara only had one way to go. Up and over the bed. She moved quickly, jumped onto the bed, and gave a scream of frustration as one of her ankles was grasped by a large hand. She went down with a screech of fury and tried to kick whoever had a hold of her. A large body landed on top her, pinning her to the bed. There was no way she could get out of this now. Her pussy ached and spasmed with need. The thought of her two men finally loving her was nearly more than she could stand. She couldn’t wait to feel their hands and mouths on her body. Tara had always wanted to be dominated. She had dreamed of Clay and Johnny taking over control in the bedroom. She felt a thrill of excitement course through her body. Her muscles softened, and her pussy clenched with unrequited desire. She could feel copious amounts of juices leaking out of her sex and couldn’t prevent a whimper of arousal from escaping her mouth. She looked up into Clay’s heated eyes and knew by the look on his face her gaze mirrored his.

Chapter Six

“Johnny, go get the restraints,” Clay growled as he pinned Tara to the bed with his body. She was trying to buck him off, and he smiled to himself. He knew she didn’t have a chance in hell of escaping them. He made sure some of his weight was resting on his arms and legs so he wouldn’t crush their woman. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.