Breaking Leather: Lone Star Lovers, Book 4 (9 page)

A quiver shook up her spine, and she grew rigid against her supports, arching her back. “Please,” she begged, but she didn’t know what she wanted other than to be filled, for them to ease the ache growing inside her.

“Get her off the cross,” Cade said, his voice deep and hard-edged.

She liked the way it sounded, then liked even better the way the men followed his command. Her body responded with more shivers that racked her belly and inner thighs.

The bindings at her wrists and ankles eased, and the cross was adjusted until it stood upright. A strong arm encircled her waist, and she leaned against a hard chest while she was moved a few feet. Her knees bumped against padded leather. The arm at her back pulled away. A hand pressed between her shoulder blades, and she gasped, afraid she’d fall forward, but her belly landed on leather squabs and an upholstered bench cushioned her knees. The edge was just below her breasts, which left them to sway beneath her. Her nipples tightened and the clamps pinched harder.

Folded over the bench, her bottom raised, she knew what was coming next and hung her head. She couldn’t form a complaint or a question. Waited quietly while hands smoothed over her legs and bound her again to the bench. Fingers thrust through her hair and lifted her head. A mouth closed over hers and kissed her.

So drunk on endorphins rushing through her veins, she couldn’t wonder who kissed her, didn’t really care, only that a tongue mated with hers, suctioning her lips while hands massaged her ass.

Those hands lifted, and she held her breath. A slap rocked her, and she sucked hard on the tongue inside her mouth, her body tightening, jumping with each hard, successive smack.

Her bottom grew hot, her pussy swelled, fluid trickled down one thigh but the slaps continued against one side then the other, and then right between her spread legs, against her pussy.

The shock pushed her into an orgasm that made her whimper and mewl, and the mouth grinding against hers left, leaving her sobbing.

More slaps landed, but her mind was wrapped in a haze. Something soft butted against her mouth and she opened, welcoming a thick musky cock.

Fingers combed through her hair then pulled. “Suck harder, baby,” Ezra said, his voice tight. Tight like it always was just before he blew.

Her lips closed around him. She opened her jaws a little wider and sucked him down, encouraging him to deepen his strokes.

She gurgled and groaned around him, not caring how desperate she sounded, only that she obeyed, that she pleased him. The hands warming her backside smoothed over her buttocks then gripped them hard. A cock nudged her folds, and she screamed around Ezra when it stroked deep, thrusting toward her core in a single drive that pushed the air from her lungs.

Again, her womb tightened, her body writhed, pleasure escalating as the men fucked her mouth, her cunt, stroking in opposing rhythms. When the man behind her began to thrust harder, his belly slapping against the moisture spilling from inside her, Ezra’s strokes shortened, quickened. Come hit her tongue, the back of her throat. She swallowed around him, taking it down.

The man behind her bounced against her ass and a shout sounded, deep, agonized, and the mystery man powered three more times before withdrawing. Hot fluid landed on her ass. The cock stroked over it, spreading the sticky goo.

Both men pulled away, leaving her bent over the bench, all strength gone.

She lay, limp as a dishrag, unmoving, even when fingers traced the crack of her ass. She gasped as they swirled around her tiny hole. Footsteps circled behind her. An ointment was squeezed against her hole, the tip of the tube entered her, and more gel filled her. When it pulled away, she groaned, not sure she was ready for this, but unwilling to voice her unease. A finger eased inside her slowly, and she tensed her thighs, her buttocks.

“You have to relax,” Cade said, his voice soothing now. “Let me in, sweetheart. You’ll like this with me. I promise.”

His finger pulled free. Latex snapped—the first hint of a condom she’d heard or seen. Then he was back, the blunt head of his cock pushing against her. His hands gripped her buttocks, thumbs easing her open, spreading her hole. His cock surged against her, pushing against her tight ring.

She whimpered, but pushed apart her knees, as far as she could and tilted up her ass. Giving her silent acceptance to the invasion.

“Fuck, Chrissi,” he said, his voice strained. He pushed again, and popped through, surging deeper as her muscles eased around him.

She sobbed. She burned. And when he began to pump inside her, she flung back her head and drew sharp, shattered breaths. He was deep, his groin pounding against her cheeks. Something she’d never done before. Never considered sexy, but here she was, with Cade reaming her, and her loving every moment.

She ached, but she was on fire. “Oh please, please.”

“What do you want?” Ezra said beside her ear.

“Rub my clit,” she gritted out.

His chuckle sounded strained, but moistened fingers came up between her legs and swirled on the hard, distended knot.

“Gonna come, baby,” Cade warned.

“Please, please, please,” she chanted.

When he powered harder, sharper, the slaps loud and lewd, a mouth closed over hers. A tongue thrust inside.

Good Lord, they were all three here, all working her. She could see it in her mind, and the picture was beyond dirty. The tight coil of arousal burst, and she gave an agonized groan, her whole body going rigid as wave after wave of shivering convulsions swept through her.

She barely noted Cade’s shout. Didn’t demur when the fingers between her legs left her. Josh kissed her mouth, her cheeks, and she lifted her face to accept his blessing and murmured praise.

A warm wet cloth cleaned between her legs and buttocks. The fastenings melted away. She was urged to the ground on her knees. Her hands were pulled behind her and made to wrap one around the other. Her head was pushed down.

“Like this sweetheart. We want you to wait like this,” Cade said, kissing her shoulder then moving away.

The blindfold fell away and she blinked, keeping her head down and pulling in deep ragged breaths.

Three sets of large feet were lined up in front of her, and she couldn’t help the tired grin that stretched her swollen mouth.

“She’s smiling,” Josh said.

One of them grunted. Had to be Ezra.

A hand cupped her chin and lifted her face. Cade was bent over her, his gaze studying her expression. “Are you quiet because you’re tired?”

Her lips parted. She was tired. That was true. She shook her head.

His smile was slow and eased up one side of his mouth. “This is what we want from you. Here in this room. Obedience.”

She licked her lips and nodded, beyond exhausted, completely sated.

“You can speak.”

“When we’re not in here…?” she asked, her voice croaking.

“We expect sass. Lots of it. Get it out of your system before you come inside.”

Her lips trembled. “How’d you know I’d like this? I sure as hell didn’t.”

Cade’s grin widened. “Because we wanted it. And you’re made for us, Chrissi.”

Chrissi thought about that for a moment, then felt moisture well in her eyes. She felt as though a weight had lifted from her chest, as though the fear and shame she’d carried around for so long had simply floated away. “I was made for you,” she repeated slowly.

Cade dropped his hand and held it out. She slipped hers inside and let him pull her to her feet. She swayed, and Josh stepped forward to slide an arm around her back. He lifted her in his arms and held her against his chest, a huge smile stretching across his face.

She glanced across at Ezra, the man she’d loved first. His expression was stoic. Her heart thudded dully against her chest. “You haven’t said anything,” she said softly, hoping with all her heart that he hadn’t gotten a glimpse of their future and decided he’d made a mistake.

Ezra stepped closer, and his gaze trailed from her face, along her body, then swept slowly back. He cleared his throat. “I’m the one marryin’ you. We decided.”

“Were you gonna ask?” she said drily, her heart stuttering and quickening again.

“You don’t get a say. Not in here.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Josh?”

“Yeah, baby.”

“Take me outside.”

Cade and Josh both chuckled, but Ezra’s jaw strained. His eyelids fell to a scary squint.

She wasn’t scared. Those last few feet to the door, she leaned up and wiggled her calves. “You can let me down.”

Josh set her on her feet at the door, and she stepped across the threshold, straightened her shoulders and stalked away.

“Where’s she off to now?” Josh said.

“She’s mine,” Ezra ground out.

She heard his feet slap the wooden floor behind her, but she pretended she wasn’t intimidated. She headed through the living room straight to the master bedroom. Before she made it to the hallway, her arm was grabbed, and she was turned and folded over Ezra’s broad shoulder. Her clamped nipples hit his back.

Her breath left her, but she didn’t fight his hold. She was exactly where she wanted to be, being manhandled by the one man who could go caveman on her ass any time he wanted because she loved how primal he got with her, how desperate he got when he couldn’t find the right words to tell her how he felt.

He dumped her onto the bed, then climbed right over her, his hands snagging her wrists to push them above her head, his knees digging between her legs to make her spread them.

When he settled, his big frame pressing her into the mattress so hard she could barely draw a breath, only then did the tension in his face ease.

Chrissi didn’t wait for him to say a word, she lifted her head and kissed him. Words weren’t what they both needed now. Right now, they both needed reassurance they were doing the right thing.

When she fell back, his eyes gleamed. “You can fight me now.”

She scoffed. “You have me pinned to the bed. How’m I gonna do that?”

“You can tell me all the reasons why this won’t work. You can talk and talk, and I’ll listen. But you’ll wear down. Eventually. And when you run out of reasons why it won’t work, I’ll show you again all the reasons why it will.”

“Show me?”

His hips ground crudely against hers. “Again. And again. As many times as it takes.”

“You’re gonna fuck me into submission.”

“I’ll do whatever it takes.”

She shook her head, then pressed her lips together. But the shaking of her body gave her away.

“Are you laughing at me?”

“If I am?”

“Chrissi, I’m dead serious.”

“I know, she said, snickering. “That’s what makes this so damn hysterical.”

Chapter Eight

Ezra glared down at Chrissi. Didn’t she know how close to the edge he was? “You think this is funny?”

“Yes!” Chrissi’s laughter bubbled over. Her whole body vibrated with it.

Pulling back his hips, he centered his cock between her folds and drove straight up her sweet, tight cunt.

Her laughter faded, but her smile didn’t. She waggled her eyebrows. “Did you think I was mockin’ your manhood or something?”

“We have to talk,” he ground out.

“I’d rather you did something with the tree trunk you just shoved up inside me.” She wriggled beneath him, but he lowered his body, crushing her beneath him.

“Dammit, I have to know.” He clenched his jaws, and waited for her to settle down.

Chrissi fell back, eyeing him with a hint of wariness, at last. “You said I had until Sunday—which is tomorrow.”

He gave her another hard stroke. Masculine satisfaction eased over him as her mouth rounded and she gasped. “I’m not gonna sleep a wink until you give me an answer.”

“You never asked a question, cowboy,” she said breathlessly.

“Are you gonna stay?”

“How long do you see this lastin’?”

“All our lives.”

“Doesn’t seem like enough to me.”

He stroked to a standstill. “You want more men?”

A wicked gleam entered her gaze. “Would you give that to me? The freedom to have anyone I want?”

This was not going the way he’d expected, and her stubborn chin was tightening, jutting out at him.

“Chrissi, are you serious?”

She snorted. “Course not. When I said it didn’t seem enough, I meant, a lifetime didn’t seem enough. I’m a greedy, horny woman. I don’t want just a lifetime, I want forever.”

Ezra blew out a deep breath and felt his whole body relax. “You’ll stay?”

She arched an eyebrow and strummed her fingers across his shoulder. “I do have a house to sell.”

“We’ll pack up everything you want to bring.”

Another strum and that damned arch curved higher. “I have a job.”

“You can quit—” He paused when he saw both brows shoot straight up. “Or not. I’ll make space for you in my office so you can work from home, if you like.”

She shook her head. “I don’t think I’ll have enough energy to work outside the home. You’re gonna have to support me.”

Ezra felt his mouth twitch. “I thought you were bein’ a little ambitious. We’re a lusty bunch.”

Her smile slid across her face again, softer this time. “You’re gonna have to be my whole world. You know that, right? People won’t be so accepting of me once they get wind of how we live.”

“You’ll have friends.”

“Gonna find some for me?”

“You already have three. Right here in this house.”

She tilted her head. “I do, don’t I? I missed that, Ezra. I missed you all so much.”

He released her wrists and came up on his elbows.

Her breath billowed out of her chest. “Wasn’t gonna say it, but you’ve gained some weight.” She wriggled beneath him again, but this time it was to free her legs and wrap them around his hips. “You can move anytime.”

“Maybe I don’t want it to end just yet. I like where I am.”

Her fingers pinched his chest. “I’ll let you sleep like this, your dick snuggled up inside me, but you have to move now.”

“I do?”

“Yeah. And I want you to do it like you mean it.”

“Don’t I always?” he drawled, liking how her desperation was rising.

“No holdin’ back. No tryin’ to make it perfect. I want you there with me.”