Unbridled and Unbranded (22 page)

“Jesus, God,” he whispered. She glanced up and he’d lifted his face to the ceiling as she licked around the circumference of his cock’s head. She grasped the base of his cock more firmly in one hand and sucked her mouth over him completely, her lips meeting her hand before retreating.

He suddenly slipped his hands lightly through the tendrils of her hair and looked down into her eyes. She squeezed the base of his cock with her hand again and moved up and down on him with her mouth.

After she found a careful rhythm, Bo and Rafe began to move within her body. She moaned around Clay’s cock as powerful sensations raced through her body to her very soul.

Clay’s lips parted and he started breathing harder and harder the more she sucked. There was a certain wildness in sucking on him as she also looked into his eyes.

Callie soon broke the eye contact and focused on her task. She wanted him to come. She wanted to be the one who brought him back into his unbridled life she’d discovered with Bo and Rafe.

“Fuck, Callie, I’m close,” Clay whispered as he tightened his grip on her head. His cock pushed deeper and harder into her mouth. She released her hand from his cock and slid both around to his ass. Her fingers dug into the firm flesh to pull him deeper into her mouth.

Clay sucked in a deep breath, growled from his throat and released a rush of saltiness down her throat. All the while, Bo and Rafe took turns carefully pumping in and out of her pussy and ass. They drove her arousal higher and higher.

Clay pushed out a long breath, kissed her forehead, and backed away to his chair again. He sprawled there, pants undone, cock exposed, breathing hard and watching the three of them with a satisfied expression on his face.

Rafe and Bo continued thrusting in and out of her body. Callie was so turned on from having three men’s cocks in her body that she was almost ready to climax herself.

Rafe fingered her clit.

“Touch your breasts,” he whispered. “Pinch your nipples. I want to watch.”

She smiled and put her hands to her breasts. Bo thrust in and out of her ass, but she knew he looked over her shoulder and watched her as well.

Bo and Rafe increased the tempo of their thrusts as she played with her nipples. Each tug sent ripples of arousal to her pussy. Rafe stroked her clit harder and harder. Bo was now nibbling on the flesh along her shoulder as he pumped his cock into her ass.

The sensations suddenly came together. The climax exploded. Her body stiffened and gratification cascaded from nipples to pussy and back again.

Satisfaction engulfed her and relaxed her body. Rafe sped his thrusts and soon groaned his release. Bo followed two heartbeats later, gripping her hips and driving his cock deeply into her ass for his ultimate satisfaction.

The three of them, spent and panting, huddled on the lounge for several minutes, trying to recover.

Callie knew it would be a memory she’d keep forever. She turned her head and saw Clay watching her. She caught his eye and smiled at him. He touched a hand to his lips and blew her a kiss.

She was leaving to go out of the country with Bo and Rafe in a week. Finally, able to start her dream life. Although this was what she considered the best possible way to end things here in Colorado.

The three of them had talked about visiting the DRMC one of these days, but Callie knew no memory would top the one she had right now.

* * * *

Clay strolled along the well established path from the main house to his semi-earth-sheltered fortress. It was a good stretch of trail, probably a mile or so, giving him plenty of time to consider and relive last night’s incredible chain of events at the Stadium.

Every other second was filled with the memory of Callie motioning him to come over once she was penetrated by both Bo and Rafe. Clay hadn’t expected her to do him
while
she was filled with two other cocks, but he was so happy she had. Triple penetration was the pinnacle of sexual satisfaction as far as he was concerned.

If he was in a committed relationship, he wouldn’t demand to see or participate in triple penetration all the time, but for special occasions a few times a year, sure, he could go for that.

His downright gleeful attitude made him almost want to skip to his security building. He resisted the urge. No need for anyone to see him so joyfully elated. He had a serious reputation as a badass to hold up. Badass men didn’t skip for any reason.

He’d always be eternally grateful to Bo, Rafe, and Callie for the invitation to join their threesome the night before. He knew for them that the evening had been a farewell to the Stadium and the members, as the three of them were leaving next week for a life overseas. However, the sexy session with them had a profound impact for Clay on a personal level. He’d proven to himself that he was ready to move on with his sexual life. He wouldn’t forget the past, but it was time for him to live his life.

Callie’s land had been leased to the DRMC for a reasonable price. She’d married Bo in time to get her grandmother’s trust and pay off her taxes. And best of all, Clay had been able to find a piece of video showing Drew Kincaid’s men stealing Callie’s mail. Not only was the ass-wipe up to his eyeballs in trouble from the EPA, with the theft of mail, he also had a pending trial as an accomplice to mail fraud.

Drew wouldn’t be a problem for them at all in the near future.

Bo and Rafe had discussed selling their land, but Clay had found some new members of their club who wanted to make a similar arrangement to the one that existed between Callie and the DRMC.

Next month, the two new permanent DRMC property managers would begin helping him out. Wyatt and Dillon were due to arrive shortly, now that their new home had been completed. They had full-time jobs in Ryder, but Clay was just happy to have any help at all, even if it would only be part-time to start.

The trail he was on wound around jutted rocks and large pine trees. There was a frost in the air as winter was on its way. The blacktop road they’d put in on the land met up with the trail, and as he passed by, Rafe honked twice and waved from his truck as he drove on by. Clay waved back and continued on his way.

The three of them still had lots to get ready for moving, but the property issues at least were all resolved.

Clay walked past the large industrial-size propane tank that fed different areas of their land with fuel. A serviceman had just been out a few days ago to fill it and change out some parts. As he got almost past the beast of a tank, Clay sniffed the air. Was that gas that he smelled?

It was his last coherent thought, before a very loud, sonic-size explosion rocked the area around him. He was propelled forward practically off his feet and slammed unceremoniously into an unforgiving tree trunk. Many thoughts crossed his mind as he was airborne. Did Drew Kincaid have hand in this explosion? Followed quickly by,
am I about to die
?

Before losing consciousness, he slid down the barky tree, gathering cuts and scrapes along the way until he hit the ground.

He opened his eyes, but a black curtain crowded his peripheral vision. Cradled in a bed of fragrant pine needles and flat on his back, his body aching like it was one big bruise, Clay hoped this wasn’t the end. But if these were his last moments on earth, he was glad his last thoughts would be of the exquisite encounter with Callie, Bo, and Rafe the night before.

Clay focused on Callie’s shiny dark hair and her wickedly beautiful smile as the last images he held in his mind before the darkness closed in and covered up his view.

Chapter Fourteen

Bo held Callie’s hand as they entered the hospital together. They’d been filling a local storage place with a lifetime’s worth of memories. Everything was now tucked in a garage-size space for them, if they ever decided to return. Rafe had called him with the news of the propane tank’s explosion on the DRMC ranch property along with Clay’s accident. They’d left the storage place immediately.

Clay had been thrown a few yards and smacked into a tree, but luckily nothing was broken. After a quick trip to the ER, they admitted him to a room. They were only keeping him overnight in case he had a mild concussion, but he could have been hurt much worse.

Bo had immediately checked on the whereabouts of Drew Kincaid. While their southern DRMC neighbor had been first on their list of suspects, a call to the propane company for immediate inspection of the damage had revealed a different scenario.

“This is his room,” Callie said and tugged on his arm to lead him to the right.

The entered a semiprivate hospital room in the outpatient ward and saw Clay, propped up in bed.

He had an IV in one arm and a pretty nurse attending him. Unfortunately, he also had cuts and scrapes all over his face and some fierce-looking bruises starting to show. The little that he could see of Clay’s chest beneath the hospital gown he wore looked very painful.

“Hey, you two,” he said when they entered. At least he didn’t sound like he was in excruciating pain.

“Hi, Clay,” Callie rushed up to his bedside, leaned over and kissed the top his head. It was about the only place he didn’t have scrapes, cuts, or bruises. “I’m so sorry this happened to you. Does it hurt very much?”

“Nah.” He cracked a smile, probably for her sole benefit, and responded, “I’ll live. Shit. I’ve been hurt worse than this while shaving.”

She laughed and sat down on the edge of his bed.

Bo waved and stood behind Callie.

His gaze found Bo. “Did they discover what caused the explosion?” he asked.

“Yep.”

“Was it sabotage?”

“Nope. It was a faulty regulator on the valve release. I guess there was another explosion two counties over yesterday. Both valves were from a bad lot of regulators. The propane company was in the process of getting their shit together to replace them, but it didn’t happen fast enough to help you.”

“I guess that’s good.”

“I suppose.” Bo shrugged. “I guess it’s better than discovering that there is someone out to get you.”

“Yeah, I’ll admit my first thought as I was flying through the air was Drew Kincaid.”

Bo nodded. “Don’t blame you there. But Kincaid is still sweating EPA violations. Rafe called me right before we got here. There’s a video pointed in the direction of the propane tank and the only person that got near it was the guy putting the regulator valve on it two days ago. Turns out it was just a fluke that you happened by when it went off.”

Clay nodded and then smiled and then started laughing.

“What’s so funny?”

“Well, it occurs to me”—he lowered his voice and looked at the door as if to ensure privacy—“that I managed to get blown and blown up in the space of less than twenty-four hours.”

Bo smiled. “Interesting way to look at it. I think your head is cracked. Maybe I should call the nurse back in to check it.”

“Not necessarily.” Clay grabbed Callie’s hand and kissed the back of her fingers. “If I had it to do over again, I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“You’d still get blown up?” Callie asked.

Clay grinned. “I’ve discovered that in life you often have to take the good with the bad. Although.” He paused, and added, “In this particular case, I’d have to adjust that statement. I’d always take the exceptionally excellent with the not so terribly bad.”

Bo nodded. “I’m just glad you aren’t going to cry about it.”

Clay rolled his eyes. “When have you ever seen me cry?”

Bo shrugged. “Never.” That wasn’t entirely true. He’d been around back a long time ago when Clay had lost his wife. Soon after he’d been told about her death, Bo had seen Clay duck into an empty room. While it was true he hadn’t
seen
Clay cry, he’d certainly
heard
him.