Unbridled Temptation (26 page)

Kendall suddenly moved against her again. “You probably deserve more licks than just three, but I find I can’t wait to fuck you.”

The tip of his cock found the seam of her pussy lips before she took her next breath. He thrust all the way inside her slick, pulsing pussy. He withdrew and pushed inside hard and fast three more times, making her groan in bliss. He filled her to the brink.

His harsh breath filled her ear. With his next thrust, he held himself deeply and whispered, “There is nothing quite so exceptional as flesh on flesh, don’t you think?”

She could barely talk. “It’s amazing.”

“I’m going to pull your hips away from the wall.” He eased back allowing her freedom. Logan slipped in between her and the wall.

“What are you doing?”

Logan kissed her lips. “Kendall’s going to keep fucking you. I’m going to lick your clit until you climax screaming.”

Kendall whispered in her ear. “Come whenever you wish, Jocelyn.” He thrust his cock deeply, taking her breath away. “And I’ll release as soon as I feel your pussy gripping me in climax.”

Logan fell to his knees, grabbed her thighs, and buried his face there. His tongue found her clit, and he started licking hard and fast. It felt so good she thought her legs might give out.

Before another thought circled in her head, Kendall withdrew and thrust his cock deeply into her pussy once more. Then he started fucking her hard and fast and deep. The invading thrust of his cock felt dark and sexy.

Logan suddenly sucked her clit between his lips, and a blinding pulse of desire shot through her body. Having the permission to release whenever she wanted to didn’t seem to make her want to come any faster.

She focused on each one of her senses. She heard the repeated slap of Kendall’s wet body beating against hers with each forceful thrust he made. The scent of soap, shampoo, and sex filled the thick, steamy air around them. Logan’s tongue licking at her clit felt beyond incredible, as did each of Kendall’s powerful cock thrusts into her pussy.

Jocelyn opened her eyes and merely glanced down at Logan licking her clit. The orgasm ripped through her body with an intensity she’d not expected. Her limbs quivered as wave after wave of tingling satisfactions rushed over her. She screamed. The sound of her voice seemed muffled within the sounds of water spraying around them. Logan stopped and stood up. He kissed her briefly between gasps for breath.

She had to brace her arms when Kendall then slammed his cock harder into her body. He stiffened against her back. His sudden roar of gratification also sounded subdued within the steamy air.

“I don’t have words for how fucking incredible that was,” Kendall said, still breathing hard.

Logan kissed her again. If she lived to be two hundred years old, Jocelyn would never forget how utterly satisfied and happy she was to be living and loving these two incredible men.

* * * *

As Kendall predicted, the phone started ringing early. However, the first call came at 6:30, instead of a minute after six the next morning. Already awake and dreading the day, Kendall untangled himself from Jocelyn’s long legs, remembering how enjoyable the night before had been, pushed out a long breath for strength, and picked up the phone.

“Yes.”

Zane’s excited voice came through the line. “Kendall, you’ll never believe what happened.”

“The article went up online, and the angry cyber letters wanting our Western park closed down immediately have already begun flowing in by the tens of thousands.”

“Not even close. A different article appeared, complete with naked pictures mind you, of what looks like a personal diary entry where Reggie’s visited a whorehouse in Nevada.”

Kendall heard, but didn’t comprehend. “What? Reggie was in a whorehouse in Nevada? What are you talking about?”

“I didn’t read the whole article before it was pulled by the moderator at the site, but whatever happened, the article about us was not released. It looks like we’re off the hook for now.”

“Why did he do
that
?”

“Well, I’m not sure that he did it. Reggie’s now blasting his social media pages with stuff about how he was hacked. That he couldn’t get into his own blog account to change it. Apparently, the blog site had to take the article down, because he told them he was unable to remove it. He’s saying that someone broke into his account, replaced what he intended, and then locked him out. I don’t know what force of angels we have on our side, but that’s great news, right?”

“Right. So who does Reggie think hacked him and changed the article? He’s not blaming
us
for this, is he?”

“He doesn’t know, however it appears that Reggie doesn’t think
we
have the brains to figure out his
sophisticated
software. As a matter of fact, no one seems to know who got into his system. At least not that I’m hearing anyway. They haven’t found a trace that anyone but Reggie was in the account, so far. Perhaps more will unfold today. But at least for now, we’re in the clear.”

“Thanks, Zane. That
is
good news.” He hung up the phone, relaxed and relieved for the first time in several days

Kendall glanced at Jocelyn. Her eyes were closed, but she had a big smile on her face. He suspected she was singularly the force of angels Zane had mentioned.

“What are you smiling about?”

Keeping her eyes closed, she answered, “Maybe I’m just having a good dream.”

“Are you talking in your sleep, too?”

“Absolutely.” He tickled her sides until she giggled.

“Did you do something?”

“Like what? You’ll have to be more specific, Kendall. For example, I did
lots
of things with
you
last night. Remember how we started in the shower—”

He broke in. “Yes. Yes. The shower was very memorable. What I mean specifically is, did you hack into someone’s blog account and change a certain article to something else.”

“I can’t imagine what you are talking about. When could I have done that? You’ve been with me since I got here late yesterday, and you certainly kept me busy and away from my computer all night long after the shower.”

“I’d say you had plenty of time before you came back to Montana. We took that shower very late in the day as I recall.”

She laughed out loud. “Well I guess you’ve got me there. But for the sake of my reputation, let’s talk in a more hypothetical manner.”

“Okay. Hypothetically, did you swap out Reggie’s blog?”

Logan sat up on the far side of the bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and yawning. “What happened with Reggie and the article?”

“Apparently someone hacked into Reggie’s blog account and changed the article he’d planned to put up about us, and replaced it with something much more personal.”

“More personal?” Logan asked. “Like what?”

Kendall laughed. “In place of our afterhours decadence from ten years ago, there was some sort of private diary entry of Reggie’s involving a whorehouse he visited, complete with explicit pictures. His account was closed by the site. We’d probably be completely off the hook, except for the fact that Brittney still has the original photos and could use them again.”

“Unless you can prove they were altered,” Jocelyn said quietly. “And you can,” she added.

Logan gave him a puzzled stare for a second, and then they both looked down at Jocelyn. Her eyes were still closed, and she was still smiling.

“Altered? How can we prove that?”

Eyes closed she said, “Hypothetically, the pictures on the original blog showed Logan’s head on another body, but I know it wasn’t really him.”

“Being familiar with my body isn’t proof, honey. How can I
prove
it isn’t me?” Logan’s tone was sour because of the subject.

Jocelyn said, “Because I know for a fact that you don’t have a bumblebee tattoo on your back below your shoulder blade or a scar where one used to be. I checked in the shower last night just to be sure.”

“A bumblebee tattoo?” Kendall and Logan exchanged a look. They both knew exactly had a bumblebee tattoo. He was one of the park owners.

She continued. “Yes. The original picture in the blog was an excellent fake of your head on the body of someone fucking a well-endowed woman on a poker table strewn with cards and chips at the saloon.”

“There’s a woman shown, too? Fuck.” Logan was supremely angry for his limited part in this. Kendall understood his fury.

Jocelyn was quick to respond, “No. The woman’s face wasn’t in the frame of the photo. Just you looking over one shoulder with a satisfied expression. I’ll admit it was hard to look at. I never realized how jealous I was.”

“Then you saw the tattoo.”

“Right. Actually that was the factor that made me
hypothetically
change the blog.”

“Thank you,” Kendall said sincerely.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Okay, if you did something, then thank you.”

“I did something, all right. I actually did a lot of things. I found my sister and then let her go instead of taking her back home, for the first time in history. I accepted a marriage proposal which included a very special ring. I stood up to my parents and left them with mouths gaping, which was also history making. I moved to Montana on a whim because a couple of sexy cowboys lured me here with promises of sexual excess. Which was an offer I found that I just couldn’t refuse. And if last night was any indication of my future, I’ll be a happy girl for a very long time to come.”

Kendall moved fast. He rolled her to her back and covered her with his body. Arms over her head, wrists held fast, legs trapped securely beneath his, and body tucked under his and unmoving, Jocelyn was well and truly pinned. “Forget all the hypothetical bullshit. Are you really going to maintain that you
didn’t
hack Reggie’s blog?”

“Do you have any
proof
that I did?” she responded quickly.

He laughed. “No. I don’t. Apparently, I’m not smart enough to know how to operate Reggie’s sophisticated system, but I know that
you
are more than capable.” He brushed a kiss on her chin.

“Knowing I’m capable is not proof. Using
that
method, you could also say your brother, Clay, was capable.”

Kendall smiled. He loved Jocelyn so very much.

“Well, I guess you’ve got me there. Clay is also very competent in such matters. But he probably wouldn’t do anything like this without telling me about how good he is or better yet requiring me to beg for the privilege of his awesome skills.”

She only grinned and remained silent. Her head lifted, and she pressed a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth. The spot she touched tingled. Her tongue soon traced a path along his lower lip.

“I could always tie you down, retrieve some toys from the downstairs playroom, and seduce the information out of you.”

“Seduce to your heart’s content, Kendall,” she said, giggling. “I’ll certainly enjoy it, but hypothetical or not, I have absolutely nothing more to say on the subject of Reggie or his blog.”

“Fine. I’ll stop asking.” His gratitude overwhelmed him. He wanted to wrap her in his arms and never let her go.

Logan leaned close and kissed her on the cheek. She turned her head and smiled at him, too.

“I love you both so much. Thank you for letting me into your life. We’re going to have an amazing future. Just wait and see.”

“Can’t wait,” they both said at the same time.

Old West Town—three months later

“…Four…five…six…seven…” Zane Washburn called out the count, loud and clear to all assembled.

Kendall crossed his arms and watched the dramatic scene on the dusty streets of Old West Town about to unfold. He hoped this wasn’t a big mistake.

Beside him on one side was Jocelyn, also watching the impending gunfight with eyes wide and expectant. Logan was stationed across the street, also staring with interest at the macho Western display before them, but he looked much less worried.

On Kendall’s other side was a very beautiful woman. He’d just met her a couple of days ago. Her name was Angelica. She was married to his brother.

In the streets a few yards away, dressed in the appropriate Western wear, a cowboy hat on his head, a six-shooter at his hip, and about to participate in a gunfight in the streets, his brother, Clay, took the final few steps as Zane continued counting off the paces in the coming gun battle.

About to turn and face Clay, almost twenty paces in the opposite direction, was Clay’s best friend, Jake Salerno. He was similarly dressed, and also sported a six-shooter on his hips, primed and ready to fire.

His brother headed security for a very large property in Colorado called The Double Rider Men’s Club. When it was mentioned that the compound where they lived wasn’t
officially
named, Clay’s best friend Jake had suggested the label, Montana Double Riders. With amusement his tone, Kendall told him he’d take it under advisement, but made no promises. In fact, the name was
actually
starting to grow on him.