Acres, Natalie - Sex Junkie [Cowboy Addiction 1](Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (14 page)

Morgan was slowly coming around. Maybe she didn’t know it yet, but Grant had a feeling she just took a big leap in the right direction. She was standing up for something she believed in, and she deserved to know the truth. Was she going to bed with a man of integrity and honor, or lying down next to another thug who was no better than Kilo or someone of Kilo’s caliber?

“Say something, Grant,” she encouraged him. “Tell me what’s on your heart. What’s going on in that head of yours? I know you’re hurting. God help me, I’ve seen the pain in your eyes, but you’re not a killer. Are you? Have you turned into someone I can’t reach?”

“No, of course not,” Grant replied, cursing himself for ever drawing his fist back and punching Kilo in the first place. Had he caused Morgan to doubt him? He swung his gaze toward Blake. Had his actions earlier made others question the man he was because of one fit of rage?

“Why didn’t you kill him?” Morgan asked the question one last time, finality in every syllable, every word.

“I made a choice to live with myself. Maybe I could’ve wiped a piece of scum off the face of the earth, but the world wouldn’t have been a better place. Like you mentioned, if you decide later that you want your drugs, there are many others like Kilo out there. You’ll find another dealer if that’s what you want to do. There’s one on every street in every city. I can’t kill ’em all.” A beat later, he added, “And even if I could, Scott isn’t coming back. He’s dead.” He gasped as he acknowledged what he’d tried so desperately to avoid saying, even after all this time.

“Grant, you need to make peace with yourself. You aren’t responsible for your brother’s death.”

“Maybe not, but I didn’t do everything I could have, and after Scott died, I was angry. For over three years, I’ve needed somewhere to take out my anger and frustrations. Kilo provided the perfect target. Then, I stopped and considered the consequences.

“Tonight, at the hospital, Kilo provoked me. I grabbed the pillow underneath his head, and while the idiot lay there taunting me, I thought of how easy it would be to cover his face and hold the pillow there until he took his last breath. Then, I thought of you, Morgan, and the kind of man I want to be for you, and for myself. I’m not the kind of person who takes a life.”

“After what I saw earlier, I was beginning to wonder,” Blake said.

“I owe you an apology, Blake.”

“Me?”

“Yes,” Grant replied. “You were right to pull me off Kilo, and I want to apologize for my behavior.”

“You don’t owe me an apology, man. You were angry, and rightfully so.”

“No, there’s no excuse for my behavior. What I did out there could’ve affected us all. I could’ve killed a man, and you would’ve been an accessory to murder. I put you and myself in a bad situation.”

“You don’t owe me an apology. Listen, Grant, no one knows how a drug user and their decisions can affect everyone around them until they’ve lived it. I’ll never judge you.” A beat later, he said, “Unless, of course, you throw one of those right hooks my way.”

They shared a laugh and then Grant said, “Kilo is fine, Morgan. He’s alive, and I feel just as relieved about that as you do. That said, if he ever comes here again, I will kill him out of self-defense because unfortunately, if he comes back, he’ll have killing on his mind. I’ll protect what’s mine. I’ll protect you.”

“You’re not a killer, Grant Fowler.” A second or two later, she added, “Then again, Kit and Kemper used to say good people do bad things when their loved ones are threatened.”

“That’s right,” Grant told her.

She pursed her lips. Fingers knotted around fingers and she finally said, “I want to be your loved one.”

“You are,” Grant said, cupping the side of her face. “You’re my family, Morgan. You always have been and you always will be no matter what.”

“Hmm,” she said saucily. “Then why don’t you come on over here and prove it?”

* * * *

Blake had never been around a more responsive woman, and he’d taken several submissive women to his bed. She’d presented herself properly as they’d sat on the edge of the bed, watching and waiting. With her arms behind her back, her legs splayed and head bowed, she showed her willingness to submit.

“What do you want from me tonight, Sirs?” she asked.

Lord howdy, Blake was ready to fire a round of ricocheting bullets the second she stood in front of them. His balls throbbed. His cock pulsed. Damn, what he’d give to grab hold of her and just fuck the daylights out of her.

He could start right then, without wasting a second on foreplay. Grant could stand in line.

When they didn’t give her an answer, Morgan lifted her gaze. Her nostrils flared as she looked around the room. “Somebody likes vanilla.”

While she’d taken a quick shower, Blake lit the cake candles around the room while catching a few jabs from Grant. Apparently, he wasn’t much for romance, but Blake believed after what Morgan had endured, she deserved a rewarding night. Sure, she’d made an inquiry about Kilo, but if he had interpreted her inquisitions correctly, she wasn’t necessarily worried about Kilo as much as she was concerned that Grant might serve some time in jail.

“The question is, what do you want, Morgan?” Blake asked her.

“I want to serve and please my dominant partners.”

“Look at me,” Grant told her.

She followed his request. Her eyes met his, and she awaited his instructions. “Tonight, I think this should be about you. You’ve already proven you want more for yourself than what you’ve had in the recent past. You were the one who came home. You made that first step.”

“She’s also proven she wants to learn to please her Doms. She agreed to become our submissive.”

“I’m your slave,” she said, bowing her head again.

“You’re submissive to two men who love you, Morgan,” Grant reminded her. “Look at me.”

Again, she lifted her gaze.

“I’ll punish you for mentioning Kilo’s name,” Grant said. “Then we want to please you tonight. What do you want most?”

She shot them a wicked little grin. “I’d like to suck your dicks at the same time.”

“What?” Blake asked, trying to imagine how that might work.

“I’d like to kneel in between you and give you head at the same time.” Her eyelashes fluttered. “I trust the two of you. You’re safe. I can give you what you need. Pleasuring you pleases me.”

“Vixen,” Grant grated out, bringing her to him.

“I’ll say,” Blake said, pinching the side of her breast as Grant’s hands wandered.

“Come here, lover,” Grant told her, dragging her body across his lap. “Let’s get your punishment behind us so we can have us a good time.”

Blake caught a flash of excitement in Morgan’s expression. Punishment, hell. Morgan looked as if she couldn’t wait for a good thrashing.

* * * *

Thirty minutes later, and Morgan was in the throes of her
good
time. Even though she hadn’t had been on her knees yet, the erotic spanking was enough to arouse the daylights out of her.

Grant popped her bottom and smoothed his palm over her backside. Blake handed him a tube of lube and knelt in front of her, stealing the first of many kisses as Grant’s fingers raked over her hips and cheeks. A satisfying sensation sent her spinning as Grant squirted the oily substance in her hole.

She trembled as the fluid slivered through her anus. “What happened to my punishment?” If this was what they viewed as chastisement, then she could hardly wait for her rewards.

“Don’t rush me. I’ll give you what you need, sub-muffin. I always do.”

“Yes, but when can I give you what you need?” she asked anxiously, her body pulsing with too much desire.

“Just as soon as you’re prepared to fuck, and you aren’t ready for us yet,” Grant crooned, wedging his middle finger inside her ass.

“Oh hell and damnation, Grant!” Her body clenched around the digits as his hand bumped against her bottom. His probing finger slid in and out, the center bone causing enough friction to make her wish for something wider, longer. “If I’m not ready now, I swear it won’t take but a minute, especially at this rate.”

“Relax,” he rasped, working another finger inside her, fucking her anally as he assaulted her back hole, deeply penetrating her as he stretched her.

Her breath caught in her chest as Blake passed off a large, cold stone, a butt plug with a wider head and shape than the typical dildos she’d purchased in the past. The mere sight made her shake as she anticipated the delicious erotic torture awaiting her.

Grant squirted lube on the toy, rubbing the rough, gritty end around her opening. Her ass clenched around the object with the initial impalement. What she’d give to fuck one of them with the toy trapped between her globes.

She squeezed her ass cheeks together then, allowing her imagination to run wild. Could her small body handle an invasion from front to back? She’d like to give it a try and see.

Grant rooted the object inside her rectum. “There, baby. Enjoy.”

“Oh my God! What is that?” The cool texture of the stone made her senses come alive. The solid formation lodged inside her rear passage and she squirmed with the intrusion. Then, she bucked against Grant’s busy hand, realizing his middle finger worked around the perimeter of the object. He fingered her anus as he traced the stretching veins, feeling his way inside her until the pad of his fingers ran back and forth over the delicate tissues and straining muscles.

Grant tapped the oblong end one final time and his palm landed against her bottom. He busted her ass with repetition, the sounds of an erotic spanking resounding around them.

A zipline of heat gushed through her body. Her cunt was on fire. Her breasts, regardless of how small, were full and heavy. Good God, she needed something to ease the heat, stabilize the lust.

She had never wanted anything more than the sex she needed from them right then. “Please, enough!”

“We’re not even close to finishing you off.” Grant shoved his arm forward. The stone took a vibrating spin as he throttled her, pushing the toy high inside her channel.

Morgan’s body groveled for satisfaction. Her clit felt as if a heavy tongue pressed flat against the sensitive button. Her bottom was numb from the spankings. As another firm wallop struck her globes, she was more than lust-ridden. Morgan became arousal in motion, bucking under each heavy strike.

“What a pretty red ass,” Blake said, licking his lips as he knelt to observe.

“My ass is your ass,” she teased. “Now, do something productive with my bottom. Will ya?”

Grant laughed. “What do you think, Blake? Is the old Morgan resurfacing?”

“I hope so,” Blake responded. “I think so.”

She strained against the hands steadying her, dipping her head lower. She soon buried her face in Grant’s lap and trembled under a loving smack, locking her hands around his calves. She accepted the pampering while fantasizing about what came next, something close to pleasurable pain. A harder spanking, a more intrusive toy.

Grant tapped the butt plug and her body endured a true enhanced prodding, closing around the object stuffed inside her rectum. She would come, if he’d only let her.

She ground against him, throwing her leg over his muscular thigh. “Wench!” he exclaimed, pushing his hand under her pussy. “Don’t rush me. Remember what happens to naughty women when they become greedy with need.”

With his palm underneath her, she bumped under the manual stimulation, jiggling her hips in an effort to find some satisfaction. “Please, Grant. Give me what I need.”

“Soon,” he promised, patting her pussy, stroking her folds with his fingertips. “Have I ever let you down? Don’t I always know what’s best for you, sub?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. “Oh yes.”

Blake’s tongue thrust inside her mouth. She bit at the tip, locking her lips over his. She moaned as his tongue dueled with hers and she focused on the taste of him, the mix of peppermint and wintergreen filling her senses. She became mesmerized as she memorized everything about the way he took her lips, stole away with them as if they were an extension of his own.

“I need you,” she whispered, nipping at his parted lips.

“You have me,” Blake promised, framing her face as his tongue gave her a dose of the delicious events to soon follow, darting in and out of her lips in a solid effort to demonstrate the sex acts they’d soon perform.

“Here, sub,” Grant said, screwing his fingers inside her pussy. “Now, honey. Use my fingers for your pleasure. Ride ’em hard, like you never intend to let me have them back.”

“Oh God, yeah,” she moaned, her cunt vibrating around the four digits he secured inside her wet channel.

She squeezed and released, bumped and humped. Even though the thick stone penetrated her ass and Grant’s fingers occupied her pussy, she couldn’t find that blissful place between foreplay and satisfaction. She longed to ride out the first orgasm, reach for a second, and get lost in a third, but the initial climax never materialized.

“Help me.” She groveled, flattening her palms against the level surface beneath her. “Oh God, please, Grant.”

Morgan wanted to come, but couldn’t. She was close, but not quite there. She was hungry, but they refused to feed her, and so thirsty, but without the appropriate drink.