The Private Stable [Iron Spur Ranch 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (18 page)

Ethan had never ventured to the private stable and wondered if Wyatt was out there at this hour. He used to visit it regularly but had kept his distance recently. Ethan worried about his friend. Wyatt was older and somehow convinced he deserved nothing good in life, as if his existence was an oversight. Ethan knew better. His own family had turned their backs on him after finding out about the murder. It wasn’t his fault, a freak accident, but they wouldn’t listen. Only Damien and Wyatt stood by his side, confident he’d been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

He shrugged on a padded plaid jacket before heading to the main house. If Rachel was safe for the night, he’d stop obsessing about Wyatt. He was a grown man, free to do as he pleased. He entered through the mess hall door. It was quiet and dark, the room smelling of disinfectant. Each step was punctuated on the tile floor as he made his way to the door across the room.

He eased the door open and peered into the dim hallway. Ethan had a large frame, and he had to watch his head when going through the smaller doorway. He only made it a few steps when he crossed paths with Steel.

“Looking for someone?” he asked. Steel was a brick house, solid muscle, and seemingly fearless. “It’s late, Ethan.”

“Just checking to make sure Ms. Price is all right.”

“Why wouldn’t she be?”

He shrugged, trying to look past Steel to the hallway behind him. “Can you check on her?”

“I don’t need to. She ain’t here.”

“What? Where the fuck is she?” He bit his tongue after speaking. If he started wearing his heart on his sleeve, it could spell disaster for him. He didn’t want the other workers to know about his affection for Rachel, not until he courted her properly. If she knew the real him before hearing about his questionable past, hopefully she’d look beyond it.

“Take it easy, cowboy. Go take a cold shower.”

“Yeah. Sure. Good idea.” He left before he said something he’d regret. Where was Rachel? She had to be with Wyatt. And since his truck was parked and he was nowhere to be found, that left only one place Ethan hadn’t checked. The private stable.

* * * *

The fact he’d been the first man to take Rachel anally was uncommonly significant to Wyatt. It felt more satisfying knowing he was her first, and the one to introduce her into the lifestyle he knew well. She was receptive and eager. Although he could sense her apprehension at times, she never used her safe word. There were so many things he wanted to show her, and he realized he was planning into the future, something he never did.

Rachel was sweet innocence, and he’d love the chance to teach her ex a lesson or two on how to treat a woman. With his fists. How could any man want to harm a delicate thing like her? Every instinct in him demanded he protect her.

He slipped out of her ass, not willing to come too soon. The night was young, and he didn’t want their time together to end already. Her tight little hole had squeezed him until he could barely think straight. Feeling her soft, warm skin beneath him made him feel the stirring of emotion. Was he actually considering keeping the girl for more than sex? He was a selfish bastard to even think about committing to such a young, beautiful woman with the whole world ahead of her.

“You did well,” he whispered before lifting off her body. Her ass jiggled slightly as he shifted off the bed. He couldn’t help but cup the full globes in his hands, giving a slight squeeze. She was everything he could want in a woman. Wyatt had always turned away from good girls like Rachel, but maybe she was exactly what he needed. He could redeem himself by doing right by her. He pushed away his fanciful thoughts as he rose to his feet.

He stood there for a moment, admiring the shape of her body. The candlelight flickered, creating shadows in the valley of her curves. She was perfect.
His.

Wyatt discarded the used condom and picked up a feather from the dresser, drawing a line down her spine. “How’s that feel?”

“It tickles.”

“Open your legs a bit more.” After she complied, he trailed the tip of the feather along her inner thighs. He could see her breathing pick up, her ribs expanding the longer he toyed with her. “Your pussy looks swollen.” He tickled her folds with the feather. “Are you still aroused?”

“Yes.”

“Did you like having my dick in your ass, pet?”

“Y–yes.”

Just when he was about to roll her to her back so he could taste her pussy, the door opened. Trevor leaned against the doorframe, a smirk on his face. He only wore his mask and black leather pants, the buttons undone. “Need help?”

Wyatt had never cared if he shared with the crew, but the second Trevor opened the door he bristled like a wild animal. He didn’t even want the other man to look at Rachel’s nude body, never mind share her.

Before Trevor could step into the room, Wyatt was at the door, blocking the view with his body. “You should knock first.”

“Since when?”

“Since now.”

Trevor scowled, trying to squeeze his way into the room. “Who you have in there?”

“Never you mind that. Go play with your client. I don’t want to be disturbed tonight.”

Trevor tore away, angrier than he had ever seen him. But he’d get over it. In the private stable, Trevor was used to getting his own way, one of the regular Doms. It was a different world within these walls. Even though Wyatt was higher in rank on the ranch, the same wasn’t true for the private stable.

He started to close the door but heard shouting near the front of the building. At first he thought Trevor was making trouble for the bouncer, but it was Ethan’s voice he heard. In all the years on the ranch, he’d never known his friend to visit the private stable. He was raised with strong family values and wanted no part in Wyatt’s depraved lifestyle.

Neither of them bothered the other about their personal choices, their friendship thriving regardless. Why was he here now?

He waited in the doorway as Ethan made his way noisily down the hallway, his heavy footfalls echoing along the narrow corridor. There was little light, only the glow from candles, and swaths of fine fabrics obscured the interior of most rooms.

“Wyatt!” Ethan called out before he could even see him. He was angrier than a feral hog, pushing other men out of his way with force. It would be another negative blip on his reputation if he didn’t stop soon. “Where are you, damnit?”

“Problem?”

“There you are! Where is she?” Ethan shoved Wyatt aside and entered the room. Rachel was sitting on the bed now, covering herself with the satin sheet, her blindfold off.

Wyatt sent the men in the hallway away with a stern look and closed the door behind him.

“You actually brought
her
here? What the fuck were you thinking, Wyatt?”

He strolled past Ethan to the far corner of the room and lifted up the rolling cover to the minibar. “As a matter of fact, I found Rachel outside.” He poured himself half a glass of red wine, took a sip, and then carried it over to the bed.

“What are you blathering about?”

“I found her. Here. Trying to peek into the windows. It seems Ms. Price has an appetite for the forbidden.” He swirled the dark red liquid around the glass.

Ethan looked dumbfounded, his raging fire snuffed out. He sat on the bed beside Rachel, gently touching her bare shoulder. “Is it true, darlin’? Were you curious about the private stable?”

* * * *

Rachel felt trapped between love and lust, loyalty and desire. She’d been thoroughly enjoying her time with Wyatt, eager for what he’d teach her next. But Ethan was the man she felt she actually had a chance with, an equally tempting cowboy she couldn’t get off her mind.

“I heard a few people mention it, even the both of you. I didn’t realize it was a…” She wasn’t sure what to call it. What was the private stable exactly? She hoped he didn’t complete her sentence with “whore house” or she’d die right on the bed.

“This ain’t any place for a lady, Rachel. Come on, let me take you home.” Ethan stood and reached out a hand. She looked to Wyatt. He stood confidently to the side, his arms crossed over his chest, his belt hanging partially out of the loops of his jeans. What should she do?

“I don’t think she’s ready to leave,” said Wyatt. “Are you, pet?”

Her lips parted upon hearing his voice. His tone was seductive and tempting. She wanted him to tease all her senses once again, to bring her higher than she’d ever reached.

“Do you want to stay?” asked Ethan. “You do realize what goes on in a BDSM club, don’t you?”

BDSM club?
It made sense now but still sounded shocking. If she had known, she probably wouldn’t have dared to venture over to the stable. She related the word
BDSM
to pain, not pleasure. It was for extremists, not everyday people like her.

“We’ve already had a few lessons, and I promise, our girl loved every minute of it.”

Ethan turned away from her and started to pace, his hands massaging the back of his neck.

“It’s about time you give it a try yourself, Ethan. There ain’t nothing wrong with sexual play. Everything is voluntary and nobody gets hurt. Well, not unless they want to.” He winked at Rachel, and she felt the reaction all the way to her pussy. Wyatt had been right earlier. She was swollen and achy. The vibrator only increased her need, the orgasm creating temporary relief. What she needed was real cock.

Now that Ethan was here she felt a new heat envelop her. She wiggled her toes, feeling the flood of warmth travel in from all her extremities. Rachel was completely wanton, desperate for one of the men to take charge.

“What did you do with Wyatt, Rachel?”

She froze, unsure what to say or do.

“Go on, tell him what he wants to know,” said Wyatt. She still felt compelled to obey him.

“He–he spanked me and put his—” She couldn’t say it. Part of her was afraid Ethan would feel betrayed. In truth, her heart was torn down the middle, half belonging to each man. In her perfect world, both cowboys would continue to share her, granting her the best of both worlds.

“Say it,” Wyatt demanded, his voice deep and menacing.

“He put his dick…in my ass.” As soon as she said it aloud, her pussy cramped and her face felt flushed. The words were dirty, and it surprised her how much she enjoyed saying them.

Ethan’s interest piqued. He tilted his head slightly. “Did you like it?”

She nodded.

“You see,” said Wyatt. “Nobody does anything they’re uncomfortable with. That’s why we use safe words. Now, why don’t you put the bravado aside and join us.”

Please say yes.

“I don’t want to hurt her,” said Ethan. He stepped closer and ran the backs of his fingers along her cheek. She leaned into his touch, needing him to stay and hoping he would.

“She’s been spanked, but I promise she enjoyed every swat. I’ve never seen a woman so wet and ripe as her.”

“Really…” Ethan had calmed down, now his usual laid-back self. He smoothed the pad of his thumb over her lips. She decided to push the envelope, opening her mouth to take his thumb into her mouth. She sucked him while looking up into those dark eyes.

“She’s extremely naughty, but she needs to be trained. Thoroughly,” said Wyatt.

“What do I do with her?”

“Well, for one, she shouldn’t be covering herself. Certainly not in here.”

Ethan plucked the edges of the satin sheet from her hands and let it float down around her. He then stripped out of his jacket and shirt before running a hand through his dirty-blond hair.

“What’s your safe word?” he asked.

“Appaloosa.”

Ethan smirked, obviously remembering the day he dared her to retrieve that stubborn mare.

Wyatt passed him something. “Be helpful.”

Ethan looked at the rubber toy and back at his friend. “In her ass?”

“It’ll help prepare her.”

Something changed in the younger cowboy. His eyes narrowed slightly. They held a devious gleam which got her heart pumping. His baser side had been unleashed, and she could practically see the shift from reluctant to eager.

“Open your legs for me,” he said.

She wiggled back onto the bed and did as he asked, dropping her legs open at the knees. Her moist folds felt every change in airflow as Ethan braced a knee on the bed. The toy he held had a bulbous tip, heavily coated in clear lubricant. He used his free hand to still her stomach and the other to wiggle the toy against her tight asshole. Although she’d recently had Wyatt’s chubby cock inside her, the tight band of muscle was once again unforgiving. She tensed as he pressed and twisted the phallus against her tight rear entrance.

“Go slower,” said Wyatt. “She’s still new at this.”

Ethan eased up, leaning over to suckle her nipple. “Relax, darlin’. Let me get this plug inside. I’ve been dreaming of double-teaming you with Wyatt since you showed up on the ranch.”

She willed her tight muscles to loosen, anything to help accommodate the plug. Ethan wasn’t the only one curious about a true threesome. Now that she’d experienced anal sex, it was the next stop on her sexual journey.

Ethan dropped down to the floor on his knees, positioning himself at the end of the bed. Wyatt supervised him as he speared her ass with the toy. The first inch of muscle had been uncomfortable to pass, but once inside, her body held the plug securely in place. She tested the foreign intruder, clamping down on the rubber toy. The more she exercised her muscles, the more she found the experience oddly sensual.

“That’s the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen,” said Ethan, holding her legs apart for a good view.

Wyatt traded places with his friend, bending down and sliding her rear to the edge of the bed. “Tell me you’re beautiful,” he said before swiping his tongue up her swollen pussy lips.

“W–why?”

“Because for some reason you have self-esteem issues. I won’t have my woman thinking she’s anything but perfect.” He leaned in and used his tongue in a sinful way, exploring her clit and fucking her with his tongue.

She remained silent. How could she say she was beautiful when she felt anything but? It would feel like a cruel joke, not some magic words that became true just by speaking them.