Briar's Cowboys (6 page)

She moaned at the sensation of flesh to flesh. His touch was like a brand across her skin, and a hundred years from now, no matter what happened, the name
Jax
would be imprinted on a piece of her soul.

“Hey, hey! What’s going on here?” a voice demanded in mock outrage behind her.

Jax buried a hand in her hair, keeping her where she was while his tongue explored her mouth with a languid thoroughness that curled her toes and marked his claim before their audience. He lifted her to her feet and shifted the two of them so he leaned on the table and she rested against him.

She gasped when a second body pressed to her back. A pair of hands curled into her hips while the new man kissed the side of her neck.

“It’s Ram, sweetheart,” Ram whispered into her ear, punctuating his name with a swivel of his hips into her ass. Sweet heaven…between him and Jax, she’d burst into flame.

Pulling her mouth from Jax, she turned her head toward Ram, and he immediately, claimed her lips. Jax shifted her to face Ram but pulled her back against his body. He held her protectively, and somehow, she knew she was safe with this pair. They’d never let anything happen to her. The three of them could have some fun and examine the logistics later.

Though he was similar in size and looks to Jax, Briar drank in the subtle differences in Ram. He held himself differently, as if he were keeping something back. Jax had plowed forward into intimacy, but been more reserved otherwise. Ram had been gregarious but moved carefully now that she was in his arms. She lifted her hands to his face as she kissed him. Silently, she reassured him that she wanted this. She was totally in the moment.

Ram groaned, drawing her closer. Jax gave no quarter, and Briar was tightly sandwiched between two men. Her whole life she’d snapped freely in the wind, alone, out of control and unable to find a safe harbor.

“Daly,” she murmured when Ram kissed a path along her throat. His firm lips skimmed up to her ear, sending a cascade of goose bumps down her arms.

“Welcome home,” Jax told her.

She laughed. “What a homecoming.”

“The rest of the welcome committee has something to offer,” Cannon muttered nearby. He and Hawk watched the trio from a couple feet away. Hawk had his arms crossed over his chest, his fingers biting into his biceps as the tension of need gripped him. His teeth sank into one side of his bottom lip. He wanted her, but wouldn’t move in without permission. Cannon appeared a little more disgruntled by his own desire. His hands were shoved into his front pockets as he scowled, but it was clear, he too was holding back.

The pair followed Jax’s commands and wouldn’t act without tacit approval. She glanced at Ram who nodded then looked at Jax.

“Four isn’t uncommon,” he said. Though he didn’t close himself off from her, she couldn’t read his expression. Did he want her to include the other two or was he only telling her that it was the sort of thing that happened here?

He gathered her close. His lips brushed across her ear.

“You’re ours, mine and Ram’s—”

“Already?”

“Already,” he confirmed, his words barely more than a whisper. “Until or unless you decide otherwise.”

“I want that.”

His hands tightened on her waist, and she felt his relief seep into her. “But we’ll share, for now, if you’re willing.”

“All four of you?” she murmured.

“If you’d like.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

“It’s the Daly way, baby. It’s how we roll.”

She did want it, but she couldn’t help but wonder how it would affect her authority if she slept with her crew. She didn’t fool herself that it would only be kisses. All four of them would fuck her.

She glanced at the other three men who waited patiently while she and Jax whispered.

She looked back at him. “How can I be the boss if I’m sleeping with all of you?”

A slow, dark grin curled Jax’s lips. “You can be the boss all day long, baby, and we’ll listen to you, but when it’s night and it comes to this,
I’m
the boss.”

A tremble of awareness snaked down her torso and into her pussy. Had she thought him an alpha male cowboy? Revise that. He was more.

His head tipped forward as his intent gaze pierced her. “Okay?” he prompted.

Her tongue shot across her bottom lip and she swallowed. She was in way over her head and she hadn’t even done anything yet. Not really. On her word, everything could stop now. She’d never know what it would be like and she’d regret it for the rest of her life. Maybe she’d regret sleeping with them too. But she believed in experience rather than wondering.

“Okay,” she resolved.

“Good.” He tilted her chin toward him with two fingers and dropped a light kiss on her lips. “Now, go give Cannon and Hawk some attention before they start pouting.”

Briar grinned, looking at the younger men. They looked a tad sullen, but she couldn’t imagine them actually pouting. Stepping away from Jax, she trailed her fingers over Ram’s chest then sauntered over to the other pair.

Tilting her head, she regarded them with a raised brow. Unlike with Jax and Ram, she could play with these two. “You wanted something?”

Grasping her fingers, Hawk pulled her into him.

“Hell, yeah,” he answered. He kissed her hard before turning her over to Cannon. For all his smart-mouth comments, Cannon was tender in his kiss, taking his time and exploring her mouth. Hawk stayed close at Cannon’s side and soon she was passed back to him. While Hawk slid his tongue past her lips, hands stroked her body. Heat shafted through her. All of them were touching her—on her hips, down her back, over her thighs. When a hand cupped one of her breasts and another came around to cup her pussy, she realized Jax had moved in. As the man in charge, he’d be the first to touch her intimately. She knew without anyone saying so, he’d be the first to fuck her too.

“Let’s not do this in the kitchen,” he said.

“We should eat,” she protested weakly. “I made—”

“We’ll eat,” he promised, but she wasn’t so sure he meant the dinner she’d made. She had a dark suspicion that she was on the menu, and a shot of lightning-like energy ran to her core. Her pussy grew even wetter at the idea of their mouths on her. All over her.

As Jax guided her into the living room where someone had started a fire between coming in and washing up, she knew she’d made the right decision, no matter what might happen later.

Chapter Three

That resolve wavered a few moments later as they all watched her expectantly.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Jax asked.

She recognized it for what it was. Her escape hatch. She could say “no” now and this would all end. The idea of that unsettled her stomach.

“Yes,” she answered. With that single word, it was as if a long-locked door opened inside her. This
was
what she wanted. This was what she’d been waiting for her entire adolescent and adult life.

“Then take off your clothes,” Jax commanded.

She stared at him wide-eyed. She
did
want to be naked with them, but they were all dressed and…

He raised his eyebrow, challenging her. He was the dominant force in the room, and now, he was testing her and her word that she wanted to have sex with them all. Part of her was thrilled by the way he’d taken over, the same part of her aroused by Doms in certain romance books. She’d been in charge of everything in her life since childhood. Letting someone else be responsible seemed right. As long as he didn’t try ordering her around anywhere else or hurting or humiliating her, she’d play.

Grasping the bottom of her T-shirt and the cami she wore beneath it, she removed the shirts. It felt a little strange to take off her clothes in front of the four men while they just stood there watching her and making no move to take off their own stuff, but she pushed past any unease. If she wanted this, she had to show them. If the wetness in her pussy was any indicator, she could get off just on the striptease.

How many people got a fantasy like this? It wasn’t as if she hadn’t been naked in front of a man before—she’d experimented some in college. Still more than one guy at once had been a fantasy she’d never indulged.

One of the men drew in a breath as she reached for the closure of her jeans. Drawing on the power of that sound, she shimmied the denim down her legs. Once she stepped free, she made no move to remove her undergarments.

Instead, she stepped closer to Jax. When he reached for her, she dodged his hands and dropped to her knees. His cock pressed against his fly, and she reached to release it. The zipper hissed in the quiet living room then she yanked down his briefs to expose him. His erection sprang free, long and thick. It curved up toward his belly and she imagined it would touch the deepest spots of her cunt. A burst of cream rolled into her pussy as she thought of being impaled on him, riding him while the others touched her.

Grasping his length, she bent her head forward and sucked him into her mouth. Her tongue traced the underside of his shaft as she took him to the back of her throat.

“Mmm,” she moaned, as his salty taste exploded into her senses. She drew in a deep breath through her nose, taking in the scent of Jax and soap. He seemed to grow harder as she braced her hands on his solid thighs and gave him the blowjob of her life. Her thoughts clouded and she felt as illicit as if she’d been dropped into an adult film with four men just waiting to fuck her—how much luckier could she get?

“Shit, Briar…” Jax gasped as she bobbed, sucking and licking. His fingers buried in her hair as he attempted to guide her, but she was having none of that though it pulled the strands a bit. She didn’t care. It only built on the mastery he’d displayed when he’d ordered her to take off her clothes. As if he owned her. Though she wasn’t one for BDSM games, she liked the idea of belonging to him, even if just for this moment. In her head, she was his and he was sharing her with his friends in a naughty swinging scene.

And she guessed that actually he was.

She glanced up at him as she took him to the back of her throat.

“She’s quite the bad girl, isn’t she?” Ram commented to her side. From the corner of her eye, she saw he’d ditched his shirt and was opening his pants. Letting Jax fall from her lips, she scooted to the side and helped Ram unzip his jeans. He groaned as she enveloped his cock with her lips. He tasted sweeter, and she swiped away the droplet of pre-cum that had formed on his tip. Totally, into the idea of pleasuring all of the men, she sucked up and down Ram’s shaft until Hawk entered her line of vision.

He was darker than Jax and Ram, his tanned skin telling of his Native American heritage. Leaving Ram, she moved to Hawk and took in his leaner frame. While Jax and Ram were tall and powerfully muscled, Hawk had a wiry body—though she didn’t doubt there was strength running through his frame. He wasn’t weak or small by any stretch of imagination. Still, he was the smallest of the four men.

She ran her hands over his compact shape, tracing the ridges of his abdominal muscles before dipping her head to taste his cock. To her surprise, Cannon knelt beside her, his nude body warm against her own. His arm went around her while his other circled Hawk’s waist. He kissed the other man’s hip, while Briar leaned in to take Hawk between her lips. As she withdrew, Cannon nudged her mouth aside. He took Hawk deep, before relinquishing his man to her again. Back and forth, they went, first Briar then Cannon, each driving Hawk to the edge until he shook.

Soon, Jax and Ram pulled her back to them while Cannon fully engaged in bringing his man to release. Watching them, she knew that was the case—they were a couple. The pair was ready to play with her, but they were truly invested in one another. That was fine with her. As she turned into Jax and Ram’s arms, Ram shoved her underwear down her legs and tossed them into the fire.

“No panties in the house,” he said.

“We want to be able to touch you all the time,” Jax added as he sat on the floor and leaned against the couch. He guided her to lay between his thighs with her calves draped over his. Parting his legs, he spread her. Ram dove onto her pussy. His large hands parted her labia as he lapped at her inner folds. She whimpered as he quickly found her clit and pulled it between his lips, sucking hard. His teeth scraped over the sensitive nub.

Too late, she realized what Jax had planned. He held her hands to her sides, while Ram’s arms kept her legs from closing. She was prisoner to Ram’s ministrations, helpless to do anything but jerk against them as they brought her to orgasm.

Cream gushed into her pussy as the situation brought on an unexpected burst of arousal that rushed through her. Her skin seemed to burn as blood flooded her pelvis and thighs, heightening each sensation.

“Oh God,” she cried as Ram pushed a finger deep inside her cunt while he continued his insidious draws on her clit. Her body spasmed as it pushed closer to release.

“I’ve wanted to do this since that first day in your apartment,” Jax whispered in her ear. “To see you spread out like this while we make you come.”

Cannon and Hawk moved closer to her, Cannon grinning as he drew the back of his hand over his lips. He’d made Hawk come and now they were going to make her orgasm too. The younger men knelt to her right and left and each leaned over her, cupping a breast. As if they’d planned it, they both circled their tongues around her crinkled areola and slowly worked their way to the center.

“Yes!” she hissed as they sucked her taut nipples into their hot mouths.

“Oh, yeah, she likes that,” Ram muttered against her cunt as he lapped. “She tastes incredible. Here…taste…” Moving upright, he kissed Jax, sharing her essence.

Briar bit her lip, watching the two men.

So hot,
she thought. More than anything, she wanted to see them fuck. Maybe not now, but someday. Someday? She couldn’t believe she was contemplating beyond the moment. She could barely even believe this was happening to her this second, let alone worry about later.