Her Heart-Stealing Cowboys [Hellfire Ranch 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (26 page)

Rebecca’s satisfied smile hit Tag somewhere between his heart and cock. “Me, too,” she said. “Among other things.”

“Damn it.”

They all looked at Boone as he stalked back up the aisle.

“What’s wrong?” Tag asked.

“The number is a disposable phone. No way to track the owner but I’m getting a ping on its location from the cell towers. It’ll take some time, though. Whoever sent those has a serious beef with you.” He gave Rebecca hers back. “You still carry mace?”

She nodded.

“Good. Not that it will do much against a gun but at least it’s something.”

She blanched, then her jaw tightened. “Fair enough.”

“Knock it off, Shepherd,” Tag ordered.

Wade wrapped his arm around Rebecca’s shoulders and glared at the agent. “Yeah, stop trying to scare her.”

Boone’s sharp, assessing black gaze swept from Wade to Tag then settled on Rebecca. A smile lifted the corner of one mouth. “Go big or go home, right?”

“Maybe.”

Tag surreptitiously smacked Wade’s arm when he opened his mouth. He had a feeling Boone had just given all of them his blessing.

But for what?

Wasn’t Rebecca going to board a plane and head back to Boston? Hell, she could leave as soon as tomorrow. Or right now, if she chose. He’d been cleared of any involvement in Fischer’s death so there wasn’t any reason for her to stick around.

Beyond sex, neither he nor Wade had really given her a reason to stay either. Was sex enough?

Gravel rattled in his gut. He didn’t want her to leave. He didn’t know anything beyond that but he knew they had more to explore with each other. This tenuous
thing
between the three of them hadn’t played out yet.

“Where’s Carson?” Rebecca asked.

“On patrol,” Tag answered. “She’ll get off in a couple of hours. Stewart is taking the overnight shift.”

Rebecca’s eyes lit up. “Does that mean you’re free all night?”

Boone chuckled. “Okay, kids, I can take a hint. I’m going to head out and see what trouble I can find down at the Chrome Barrel.” He returned to his desk and started loading up his briefcase.

Tag turned until his body effectively barricaded Rebecca between him and Wade. “So, you up for another round tonight?”

Her tongue slid in a slow and sensuous arc along her bottom lip. “Definitely.” She tipped her head and looked at both men with her curious cat-green eyes. She placed her palm on his chest and slid one finger inside his unbuttoned shirt. “I wonder just how adventurous you two are.”

Wade bent to her ear and winked up at Tag. “Surely you figured that out last night?”

“Mmm, that was exquisite,” she agreed. “But I have something a little…more…in mind.”

Tag’s cock strained at his zipper. “Like what?”

“’Scuse me,” Boone said loudly, right behind him.

Tag jerked in surprise. He hadn’t even heard the other man walk up. He stepped aside and let the agent pass.

Boone kissed Rebecca on her forehead. “Have fun. Be careful. Don’t forget the rules I taught you.”

“I will, I always am, and I never forget the rules,” she said lightly.

Boone slid on his mirrored shades then opened the door. “You’d better take care of her or you’ll answer to me.”

The door swooshed shut in the silence of the office.

Rebecca rolled her eyes as she broke free of Wade’s embrace. She bent and picked up her bags. “Don’t mind Boone, he always had a flair for the dramatic.”

Tag nearly choked on his laughter. “That expressionless wolf? Never.”

She nodded. “Oh, yes. The stories I could tell you.”

Another twinge of jealousy nipped at him and he pushed it away. The past was the past and the future remained undecided.

“You ready to go?” Wade asked.

“Yes,” she replied. “If Tag is.”

“Let me radio Carson and Stewart to let them know, then we’ll bug out.”

He felt her eyes on him the entire way back to his office. He watched as she and Wade moved through the office, shutting down computers and turning off lights. Wade hovered near enough to help but he didn’t encroach on her personal space.

His best friend had always been that way. His generous and giving nature was often taken advantage of but he’d proved more than once he was a good partner to have in a hairy situation. Tag wouldn’t have it any other way.

Perhaps that’s why sharing Rebecca with him felt so right.

Tag put the radio away and gathered his gear. He automatically checked the latches on his gun, Taser, and cuffs. All were properly secured. He snatched his hat from the rack and made his way to Wade and Rebecca. “Let’s roll.”

In the small parking lot in front of the sheriff’s building, they had a discussion about who she would ride home with.

“Just choose,” he told her.

“No way.”

Tag looked at Wade. He fully expected his friend to capitulate and give her to Tag for the ride. The mulish set of his jaw said otherwise.

“Fine,” Tag snapped. “We’ll settle this properly. Rock, paper, scissors.”

As Rebecca giggled, he and Wade went through the time-honored tradition. Wade’s rock lost to his paper.

“But you always throw scissors,” Wade said.

Tag winked as he led Rebecca to his yellow Charger. “Not always. See you at the house. Try not to get any tickets.”

* * * *

Rebecca breathed a sigh of relief when they made it safely to Tag’s house. She hadn’t expected any trouble but the texts had her on edge. Her emotions ranged from fury to fear and damned near every volatile passion in between. The raw edges of her nerves were frayed in a way she’d rarely experienced. Every part of her seemed hypersensitive and aware. The way Tag’s khaki’s cupped his ass as he walked into the kitchen set off a round of tingles in her palm. She curled her fingers tightly to prevent herself from reaching out and grabbing him. Not that she thought he’d mind. In fact, she thought he’d probably enjoy it. She knew she would. Rebecca crossed her arms and surreptitiously cupped the underside of her left breast. A soft moan escaped her at the tiny caress. Stress relief was an immediate need and she knew the perfect method.

She just hoped Tag and Wade were up for it.

Her nerves jangled in riotous bursts. She was nervous as hell to even ask them to full-out Dom her. Based on the ease with which they’d spanked and controlled her the night before, she was pretty sure they played in the realm.
But to what extent?
Rebecca hated not being certain, but asking their kink preferences was daunting especially since all she’d ever done was play online. Typing such a scandalous request into the computer was a hell of a lot easier than asking two beautiful, flesh-and-blood men to Dom her. Rebecca’s neck throbbed as the tension ratcheted even higher.

“Hey.” Wade’s big hand cupped the exact spot on her nape that bothered her.

She groaned and let her head fall forward as his fingers gently massaged her skin.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Mm-hmm. I am now.”

Tag walked back into the room. He held a frosty beer in each hand and a scowl on his face. Rebecca smiled.

“Damn, you got here fast.”

Wade’s hand slid from her neck down her spine and elicited all sorts of goose-bump-raising responses. “Yep. No tickets, either. One of those for me?”

Before Tag could respond, Rebecca arched and nuzzled lightly against Wade’s broad chest. His hand splayed along the flare of her ass and she almost purred with delight.

Instead, she lifted her palm up to Tag. “Hey, let’s hold off on the drinks for a few minutes, okay?”

Wade’s fingers tightened on her butt and Tag looked puzzled.

“Why?” they asked in unison.

The question made her nervous again. She cleared her throat. Rebecca disengaged from Wade and turned so she could see both men at the same time. A deep breath and a quickly whispered plea that she was right and she plunged into the conversation she desperately hoped would end with them in the bedroom.
Immediately
.

“Bondage and alcohol don’t mix.”

Surprise swept over Wade’s face. His left eyebrow shot up.

Tag nodded slowly even as a satisfied smile lifted his full lips. He set the bottles down on the table and stepped closer. “That’s a good rule to play by. You said before that you walked away from the scene during college. Does this mean you play now? How often?”

Now that the moment was here Rebecca found herself tongue-tied and shy. She ducked her head but he caught her in a strong grip and tilted her eyes to meet his. “I asked you a question.”

The thread of command in his voice thrilled her and a portion of her tension dissolved.

Wade shouldered his way into the conversation and bumped her backward a step. He caught her around the waist. His grasp was as sure and firm as Tag’s had been.

“You’re going to have to spell it out for us, Rebecca. Answer the question, then tell us exactly what you want.”

They formed a wide, immovable wall in front of her. Heat and desire poured from both men. Rebecca’s breasts tightened in response.

For a moment she thought about forcing them to put into words what she wanted but threw the notion out. She licked her lips and heaved a deep breath then smiled widely. “I would very much like to explore the depths of real bondage tonight with both of you.”

Wade smiled with approval.

Tag nodded again. “Are you actively in the life?”

“I play online. Just cyber stuff.”

“Internet role-playing?” Wade’s voice was sharp, almost disapproving.

She lifted her chin. “Yes. I’m careful.”

He snorted. “No such thing, honey. I wouldn’t need more than two minutes playing with you to figure out your real-life persona.”

She blanched.

“Knock it off,” Tag ordered. “You’re scaring her.”

“Good. She should be scared. You have a reputation to maintain, Rebecca. Playing online can come back to bite you in the ass. Someone out there probably knows who you are. You never know what someone will do.”

She thought of the packages delivered to her office then shivered.

Tag moved closer. “That’s a conversation for another day.” He slid his hand down the back of her elbow and arm to tangle their fingers. “Let’s talk about what you want to have happen tonight.”

His touch eased the fear. He made her feel safe and protected. His nearness encapsulated her like the warmest bear hug in the world.

Wade sighed. He cupped her shoulder and squeezed. “Sorry, Bex. Tag’s right.” His blue eyes sparked with an intensity that had her gasping. “Let’s talk about this.”

She licked her lips and tried to shrug but their firm grasps prevented even that small movement. “It’s simple, really. I’m at the edge of my last nerve and it’s getting trampled even as we speak. Every part of my body feels taut and ready to snap at the least little provocation. I’m out of control and a bundle of nerves inside.”

Wade made a sound of comfort.

“What do you think will help?” Tag asked.

This was it. Her very last chance to back out. “I was hoping for a spanking. And more.”

“Such as?” Tag demanded.

“I like the idea of being held down and immobile. Knowing I can’t move or deny you any part of my body gets me incredibly hot and wet.” The words flowed like potent wine. Each heady one gave her more daring to ask for what she really wanted.

“How sensitive are your breasts?” Wade asked.

She frowned and bobbled her head. “Meh. Not too sensitive. I’ve never done anything with them.”

Wade dropped his hand to the hem of her shirt and slipped his palm along her belly. Her stomach muscles contracted.

Tag squeezed her fingers. “I think we need some exploration but not all in one night. Tell us how we can help you tonight. What’s going to satisfy you so much you’re able to let go of the tension you’ve got balled up inside?”

She wanted them to do every- and anything to her but knew they wouldn’t. Tag was a by-the-book kind of guy. Playing in bondage meant following the rules. She could probably corrupt Wade but then she’d have to deal with Tag’s version of punishment and she knew instinctively she would
not
enjoy it.

“She looks conflicted,” Wade said. “How about top three? Not including sex.” He grinned at the last remark and she smiled in return.

“Okay. Top three. Spanking, that’s an easy one. I really liked it last night. A lot.”

“We could tell,” Tag said with a wide grin that sent spasms running through her pussy and all over her butt cheeks. “When you’re done with your list, you’ll have to tell us what draws you to spanking so much. Continue.”

His imperious command made her heart beat a little faster. “Being immobilized is up there. Lastly, gosh, I just don’t know. There’s so many choices.”

“Pick one,” Tag ordered.

Wade dug his fingernails into her soft flesh and she jerked.

“Seems like she’s having some trouble deciding,” he said. “Want some help?”

She offered him a grateful look. “Yes, please.”

His blue eyes darkened to smoky sapphire. “I really like your tits. I’m intrigued by the fact you think they aren’t all that sensitive.” His nostrils flared and his hand inched upward, just grazing her bra. “We’re going to do a little breast bondage.”

She nearly convulsed in orgasm at his matter-of-fact statement.

“Bingo,” Tag said softly. “You like being controlled.”

“Maybe,” she said hastily. “I don’t think I want to be grabbed by the hair and thrown around like a doll or anything. And I still have a strong mind and will.”

“You don’t have to tell us that,” Wade said. “It’s written all over you.”

She wasn’t sure if he meant it as a compliment or not.

Tag let go of her hand. “I don’t know why I didn’t pick up on your submissive nature before.”

“Is that something you can do?” Rebecca asked, suddenly aghast. “Is it obvious like that?”

“Sometimes,” Tag said. “But don’t worry, you keep it pretty well hidden.”

Rebecca breathed a sigh of relief then tipped her head to study them. “So I was right. You have done this before.”