Bad Bride Good Cowboys (9 page)

Brady eased back and met her gaze. He frowned, no doubt from the avalanche of emotions invading her mind and etching themselves on her face for him to read. “Doll, what’s wrong?”

Her breath became ragged as she realized what getting caught up in the moment had just done, not only to her relationship with Mickey, but in turn, his with Brady. Her chest constricted and she fought with every ounce of her being not to break into tears. “What’s Mickey going to say?” She finally choked out, though her last syllable hinted at the wreck she was quickly becoming.

“I hope you both enjoyed it!” He laughed. “Nothing beats make-up sex.”

Her heart slammed to a stop and she turned toward the threshold. Mickey leaned against the door frame of the office with an amused glint in his eye. She noted his devil-got-no-care attitude. She parted her swollen lips to comment, but the words died in her throat when the sexy cowboy chuckled again.

“Nice face, doll. If you want to know what I’m thinking
, there’s only two words.”

Felicia tilted her chin and gained strength from within.  How
she’d never know.  “And what would they be?”

The grin he cast would have melted her thong
, if she’d been wearing it. His dark eyes danced and his brows lifted. He resembled a very sexy definition of prime evil she dreaded his response. “My turn.”

His what?

As she comprehended what he’d said her eyes widened. She darted a glance at Brady, who tightened his hold, reminding her of their hot sex and for a fleeting second, she was safe. “All bets are off, doll, I wouldn’t plan on walking with your sexy sway anytime soon.”

Sweet loving hell, what
are these guys thinking? Who cares?

Her sexy sway when she walked was overrated anyway. Hell, if she had to, she would just stay in bed with one of them. In a perfect world—both. She flashed Brady an unsure grin. “Bring it!”

Mickey snorted in amusement behind her as his boots scuffed the wood, indicating he had just turned away. “Famous last words.”

“He makes a comment like that, and then walks away?” Felicia’s heart picked up speed and she blinked at Brady. “If Mickey thinks for two minutes or even two seconds I’m just going to surrender to him or chase him down like a lovesick school girl, the man has another thin
k coming.”

“Why do I have a feeling you’re going to give him hell?”

“Because he put me through it for years.”

Biting back the pain of the past, she struggled to let the hurt go and instead offered up a weak grin. She thought about the situation the men had put her in and what do about it. There was only one thing to do. Let the naughty reign and fulfill each and every wicked desire where the two hot cowboys were concerned. “Well, so much for being good.”

He winked and finally pulled his still semi-hard cock out of her. “We didn’t figure you would be for long.” A smile tugged across his full mouth as he tucked himself back inside his underwear and jeans. He leaned in, kissed her lips and allowed them to linger. “For the record, doll, you’re incredible when your bad.”

Felicia slid off the desk and couldn’t believe how her life had changed overnight—yet again—and maybe for the better. “I’ll keep it mind.”

Mickey walked back into the office and paused just on the other side of the threshold. He darted a quick glance around then met Brady’s gaze. “Where’s Felicia?”

The other man cracked a smile and his brows lifted. “She decided since you walked away she’d go take a shower.” He shook his head and his grin broadened. “Of course she also added she refused to chase you down like a lovesick school girl.”

“She’s so stubborn.”

Brady snorted. “So are you.”

He blinked and debated. “So, how was it?” Brady having sex with Felicia marked a turn in their relationship. Neither of them had intimate relations with anyone unless the other was there and those occasions were few and far between.

“Intense.” The other man hesitated. “I could get used to it.” He turned and glanced out the window then again rested his attention on Mickey. “When I imagined having you both—together, at the same time…”

Mickey’s cock stiffened at the arousal on Brady’s face as well the image he had painted with mere words. “Don’t worry, by the time the weekend is up, you will and more than once.” He smiled and nodded. “I want you both too. Now I think I’m going to go up and have a few words with the doll.”

Brady chuckled. “Words huh?”

“At least a few.” He winked then turned and walked toward the stairs. Mickey wasn’t sure what he and Brady were thinking and this was probably the stupidest thing they had ever done—which said a lot
, considering they’d done a lot of dumb and crazy stuff over the years.

He knew though, for the sake of everyone involved
, they needed to see if they were right about Felicia. If they were wrong, he and Brady risked losing her in their life as well as their friendship with Collin. Some quiet whisper in Mickey’s mind reached down to his heart and led him to believe Felicia belonged with them.

She loves you both.
A whisper reminded in his troubled mind.

He should never have let her go all those years ago, but then he wouldn’t have the amazing relationship with Brady now if he hadn’t. Maybe the latest turn of events had been for the best, but it didn’t erase the pain he’d put her through or
his contribution to her insecurities.

When he reached her bedroom door, he found it
nearly closed, with an inch wide crack open. He could hear the shower running and he pushed open the door. He crossed the threshold while his fingers un-tucked his shirt from his jeans and started undoing the buttons. The bathroom door was open and he glanced in toward the shower.

Felicia’s face
was turned up under the spray and her eyes were closed, which made seeing him impossible. Her naked body revealed her soft curves and round full breasts indicated she had most definitely grown up. He sank his teeth into his tongue and remembered making love to her all those years ago. His dick stiffened and he wanted her more now than he had that night so long ago.

Mickey debated his words as he kicked off his boots and undid the last button of his shirt so it fell open. He crossed the entry of the bathroom and over to shower then pulled open the glass door.

Her big brown eyes widened and surprise registered on her face. “What are you doing?” Most women would have attempted to cover their body not Felicia. Instead, she remained focused on him and unfazed as she stood naked.

He darted a glance to her lips then raked his gaze over her wet tanned body before finally again, looking her in the eyes. “I was wrong to walk away.”

“You said you wanted your turn then—”

“Not now. I mean back after the fourth of July.”

Her full lips thinned and she nodded once. “I gathered, you were more into men and my experience—or lack thereof, pretty much cured you of women.” Remorse echoed in her words. “I turned you gay. Now after all this time, I find out your bi, I have sex with the man equivalent to your husband, and you say you want your turn.” Anguish and hurt blinked at him as the water cascaded over her body.

This conversation wasn’t going as well as he’d hoped. “I was wrong.”

“Very well, let me continue my shower in peace. Go talk to Brady or go play with your horses.” She reached for the shower handle and curled her fingers around the cool wet brass.

He held his grip firm, so the glass door wouldn’t shut. “This conversation isn’t over.” Mickey had a lot more he needed and wanted to say. He again took in every wet curve of her body. His cock pulsed and his control started to unravel. “When I said I was wrong,
it wasn’t about not wanting you. I want you more now than the night I had you.”

Her expression revealed her confusion and doubts. “I don’t know what is going on with you and Brady.”

“Brady and I want each other, but we want you too.” Their intentions were now out in the open and he held his breath.

Something flickered in her dark chocolate gaze and her breath or a sob caught in her throat—he wasn’t sure which. She reached for the front of his shirt and tugged him close so their faces were only inch or so apart. “I want you both too.”

Her words fell between them. She released the fabric of his shirt then her lips covered his and her arms laced around his neck. Mickey slid his hands over her soft, wet skin and his body ached with need. Her wet full breasts came against his bare chest and his body ignited. She lifted her mouth from his “This would be more fun if you joined me.”

Mickey grinned then stepped back. He removed the remainder of his clothes and stepped in the shower. This time, he closed the door. Felicia had
stepped out from under the spray. She leaned against the shower wall taking in every detail of his body. He smiled, but she didn’t return the gesture. She met his gaze as he leaned in to her placing his hands on either side of her head. Something suddenly bothered her.

“Am I
a slut?”

Whoa, not the question he was expecting. “God, no.” Normally a pause after things heat
ed up would bother him. He was grateful this time since he didn’t think he would last long once he was buried inside her. “Why would you even ask that?”

“I had Brady, I plan on having you and at some point I want you both together.”

He could understand her concern, considering he knew her family and the way her mother had strict beliefs in what she considered acceptable. “No, you’re incredible, doll. Don’t ever think you’re anything less and please don’t ever let Brady hear you think, ask or even breathe that word. The man will lose it.”

Felicia’s hands reached up and cupped his jaw. The sparkle returned to her dark eyes and a faint smile dusted her lips before her mouth covered his and the intensity rekindled where they had left off moments
before. Mickey removed his hands from the wall and settled them on her shoulders for less than a moment before he caressed her smooth, wet, tanned skin.

He deepened the kiss and slid his hands over the sleek, heated round ass. Mickey cupped the flesh beneath his hands and swore he was going to lose it before he even entered her wet waiting walls.

Felicia’s hands slipped from his face and glided down the front of him to wrap his cock in their silken hold. She stroked him and as much as the sensation ricocheted through his body, he wanted nothing more than to taste her. He pulled his lips from hers and cast a grin before dropping to his knees and lifting his hands to both her breasts.

He pulled her full flesh into his hands and sought her nipple as his lips trailed down her stomach. Her back arched against the wall as his tongue toyed with the navel ring in her flat belly. His cock throbbed; she would be his undoing at this rate.

Her fingers laced through his hair as his tongue reached for the wet folds between her legs. With a gasp, she spread her legs for him and laced her fingers through his hair.

His tongued caressed her slit and his libido shot into overdrive. The skin of his dick strained with every taste of her hot readiness.

A soft moan escaped her lips against the heavy beats of water falling from the shower and her pelvis thrust toward him. He licked and laved at the hot folds, then ventured down to play with her clit while he separated her further.

Her wails and the damp desire greeting his tongue edged him on and finally, when she shivered against the shower wall beneath his tongues wrath, he plunged inside of her wet sheath.

Felicia whimpered as his tongue plunged inside if her. Immediately Brady’s cum mixed with her juices and his cock strained further. He groaned from the intoxication, sending a vibration through her.

“Fuck me!” Her soft plea infiltrated all his senses as she bucked beneath his tongue and thrust her pelvis forward.   Her hands gripped his shoulders tight and another wail escaped her. Mickey knew he needed to be inside her. He swirled his tongue one more
time, growing harder as Brady’s ejaculation mixed with Felicia’s liquid desire coated his tongue.

If the doll gripped him any tighter, her perfectly manicured nails were going to leave marks on his shoulders. His cocked reared at the thought of how turned on Brady would be, knowing how much pleasure he had given to Felicia.

Despite how much he loved the taste of her and his lover mixed on his tongue, he was ready to take her. Again her back arched as desire coated his tongue.

He pulled his tongue out of her and rose to a standing position. As soon as he met her gaze and gripped her ass in his hands, she arched her back and lifted her legs. 

“Forgive me, doll,” he rasped.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and he thrust hard and deep. She gasped, but he had to pause, not expecting her pussy to sheath him so tightly or with such eagerness.

“You’re killing me,” he groaned.

“Cum in me,” she pleaded, her voice next to a whisper as her legs fastened around his waist and her mouth covered his.

He always imagined having her slow and deep. Even though he was deep now, he wanted nothing more than to fill her tight pussy walls. She bucked her hips and all resolve was gone.

He moved his cock within her and she moaned against his tongue. When she ar
ched her back against the shower wall and thrust her pelvis forward, giving him greater access, he sank his teeth into his lower lip to prevent himself from losing control immediately.