What She Wants (17 page)

He was such a boy. She wiggled for him, though, letting him slide against the little string of her thong. His finger caught the back and tugged, bringing her up on her tip toes and her lips down Ade's cock. Packer's cock pushed at her, inside her, thick and perfect. Ades slid into her mouth at the same moment, salty and hot.

"Oh, sweet Jesus. Pack. Pack, look at her." God, she loved it when she could affect Ades like that, really make him need.

"She's a wet dream, Chook. And I could eat you alive." Packer was all growly-heat-sex.

"She's doing that for you." Adrian was rocking, pushing into her lips, nice and easy.

"She is." Packer stroked her back, his hands a little rough.

When his hands wrapped around her hips, he jerked her back onto his cock, the jolt deep, making her moan.

Adrian grunted, his hand tightening in her hair. Not enough to hurt, just enough to sting good. They started rocking hard, Pack pushing in as Adrian backed off. God, they were like a force of nature. They surrounded her, filled her, and all she could see and smell was them.

Calleigh groaned, tongue slapping Ades' cock, her body shuddering.

"Wet. So good, love." Packer was moving faster and faster, and he didn't seem to be having balance problems at all.

Adrian's thighs were like rocks under her hands, that prick leaking for her.

Everything slowed down, like they had all the time in the world, like maybe the world was spinning a little less just for them. She took Adrian in deep, swallowed hard, moaned. Adrian shouted, his thighs like stone under her hands. Packer moved, too, in and out, his cock rubbing and pushing.

Adrian's come splashed against her throat, then, as soon as she swallowed, she was pulled up, Packer slamming into her. Packer moaned, his hips slapping her butt, and he came hard for her, his breath hard and fast on her neck. Ades' fingers worked her clit, and her cries filled the air.

"That's it, luv. Look at you. Just look."

"Fuck, yes..." She arched, head on Packer's shoulder.

Packer held her up, solid as anything. Adrian, he touched her, his fingers sliding against her, circling. Heat built inside her, a ball of fire deep in her belly that made her thighs shake.

They were stunning in their pleasure, but even more amazing when they were both focused on her. It was like nothing else, ever.

"Y'all!" She twisted, moaning deep as Adrian tugged her clit and the top of her head came off.

"Oh, luv. So sweet." Packer held her up when her knees tried to give way.

Her lips parted, but all that came out was a moan.

Adrian kissed her belly. "My baby girl."

"Yeah..." She couldn't stop grinning.

Adrian hugged her, his head against her breasts.

"Mmm." She lifted her face to Pack for a kiss.

Packer gave it, loving on her like nothing going. He kissed her like they had all night.

They didn't. They had to go watch Adrian ride and both the boys had to sign autographs and make nice. But, for right now, it worked.

***

Packer flexed his hands, pain not shooting down them for the first time in ages. His leg was a little weak, still wrapped, but the cast was gone. And he was on the back of the chutes where he belonged, ready to help Adrian get ready to ride.

His Chook was loose-limbed, easy, still melted from the orgasm and the massage he'd gotten in the hotel room. Calleigh was a good luck charm for them. He was glad as hell they'd settled all the weirdness he'd caused, running her off with his big mouth.

"Pack! Man! How's the leg?" Little Cotton came be-bebopping by, the smile on his face almost obscene.

"Good. Not riding yet, y'know, but better." He clapped Cotton on the shoulder. "You look tickled."

"Am. My girl, she said yes, huh?"

"Yeah? Good on you!" He gave Cotton a one-armed hug. "You'll have to let me and Ades buy you a drink next time." This time they had plans after the show.

"Sure. Not today, though. Both of our families are in town. There's like a deal with brothers and Momma meeting."

"Well, there you go." He winked. He wondered if Calleigh had any family. Adrian never said.

"Yeah. Adrian, man, you need someone to pull rope?" Cotton was a good 'un, through and through.

"I do. Pack can't get up on the fence yet, huh?" Adrian smiled at Cotton, and Pack blinked. Adrian looked about as silly happy as Cotton.

"Nope. But he's standing. We'll take it." Cotton crawled over, whistling, and Adrian gave him a grin.

"Happy bastard."

"A soon to be married bastard." Pack grinned. Cotton's girl was... something.

"Yeah? Good on you, mate." Adrian climbed up, and the jabber stopped. Leastways the serious stuff. This all was just noise. Packer stood next to the chute, his hand ready to catch Adrian should the bull lunge. He knew his arms were still not all that, so Kynan was there, too.

Bender was stomping some, giving the folks a show, but Adrian was loose, easy.

Packer went through the steps in his mind as Adrian did them physically. On the rails, rope up. Knees down to let him know you're coming. Slide down, nice and easy, not too much pressure, don't want him to crouch. Rope up, pass around the hand, tighten 'er up.

He heard Adrian's knuckles creak, the rosin groaning as he humped up off his pockets. Packer counted in his head. Adrian had an internal timer of sorts. Ten, nine, eight... Those eyes met the gate puller's at five, shoulders rolled at three, and then that chin nodded. Bingo.

Packer stepped back to watch Adrian ride, almost holding his breath.

The bull kicked and spun, going against Adrian's hand. The man spurred like a bitch, heels going like a wild thing.

He knew Adrian counted in his head again, only needing eight seconds this time. There. That was it. Now off.

Easy as pie, Adrian's butt hit the dirt, Pharris caught the bull's attention, and Nate got Chook up and moving.

Bingo. He gave Adrian a double high-five when he climbed the chute, grinning like an idiot.

"We're getting that dress on her. Swear to god," Packer said.

"You know it, Pack." Adrian whacked his shoulder before going down to salute the crowd and get his rope.

The man had his hand on his phone before he was all the way through the gate, that text from Calleigh coming in. His phone buzzed about a second later and he grabbed it.

"Looking hot, P."

He grinned. Maybe preened a little. It was good to hear.

Adrian was all grins as he headed over. "Not bad, eh?"

"Not bad at all, Chook. Eighty-nine points." Hot damn.

"You know it. I got motivation." Little shit.

"That is some serious motivation."

"You know it." Adrian's grin was pure horny devil.

Packer grinned and copped a feel when someone pushed past them knocking them together.

"Oi!" Adrian hooted, leaned against the fence, eyes on the arena. "Gonna make the short go this time."

"Mind in the middle, Chook." That was all Adrian had to do.

"I got it. I want that girl in that dress for us."

Privately, Packer thought she'd wear it even if Adrian didn't win, but who was he to harsh the lad out?

Kynan walked by, gave him a grin. "You did survive! I owe CB a beer."

"Well, make sure he buys the good stuff."

"How long you out, man?"

"'Nother few weeks, maybe three." Doc had said four, but he was doing therapy.

"Bummer. Hate waiting. Adrian, you want to ride with me to Phoenix? Cotton's always with his girl now."

"Let me see, huh?" Adrian nodded, bouncing a little.

Pack hid his grin. Right. There was going to be him and Calleigh in Adrian's big black truck, teasing the little fuck until he begged. Adrian was being polite, though. Go him.

His phone beeped again. Calleigh teasing him about looking horny. Playful sheila.

He had an evil idea taking a picture of Adrian's ass framed by the chaps and sending it on. The return text came back almost immediately.

"Uhn."

Then, about a minute later, there was a picture of her boobs, a little hickey from this afternoon on one. He popped Adrian on the butt and showed him the phone.

Adrian's lips parted, eyes meeting his. "What did you do with my innocent girl?"

"Huh?" Packer spread his hands. "Don't know what you mean."

"Uh-huh." He got this grin, wicked and happy.

"You ready for that next ride, Chook?" Packer was ready to ride something. Just not a bull.

"You know it. Gonna cover that bull." Adrian nodded to him. "Then we'll have our night, eh?"

"We will. We're going to tear you up, Chook. Just give us a reason."

"I will."

God help him, look at that grin.

All he had to do was wait for Adrian to make that ride, because Chook would do it, for them. Their Adrian was good that way.

Packer let himself have a handful of ass for a moment. "Can't wait to set Calleigh loose on this, Chook."

Adrian's eyes flashed up at him. "Don't you go there, now."

"No? When should I?" He thought about whispering some very naughty things, but Houston Rogers came up, and everyone held their breath, wanting the man to do well his first event back.

The kid went round and round, spinning, spurring, holding on. They all cheered when he went the eight, bounced up off his ass, and dodged a mad as hell Meatlocker. Coke Pharris just brushed the big monster off, and Nate hauled Houston up on the fence.

They slapped him on the shoulder, nodding at his huge grin. "You'll have to outride him, huh?"

"No worries." Adrian winked at him. "I got incentive."

"You have no idea, Chook. None at all."

***

Adrian hit the dirt hard enough to rattle his teeth, his hand still clenched like he was holding his rope.

"Up! Get up and run, damn it!" Nate, the second-in-command bullfighter picked him up and threw him at the chutes, and Adrian got his legs going, running right to Pack, who pulled him up. The bull's horns passed right under his dangling boots.

"Did I make eight, Pack?"

Packer's grin stretched all the way to those ridiculously huge ears. "You did it, Chook! You did it."

"Fucking A!" Adrian grinned, hopped down and pumped his fists as the crowd roared. He took his rope from Fred, the big Aussie bullfighter slapping his back and hollering in his ear. He heard the score, ninety two point five. He grinned, then grabbed his phone as he went through the gate, Calleigh's screaming happy text already waiting on him.

He texted back a quick, "Be ready for me" and headed back to the back of the chutes to watch the last two rides.

Biscuit went down, Hank rode it out, and Adrian won the night and the money, and the girl.

Fucking A. He was already hard, already revved up. He had to think icky thoughts so he could go to the lockers without a hard-on. His girl didn't help, sending naughty little texts to him, one after the other. Adrian sent her another message, telling her where to meet him and Pack.

He grabbed his gear, watching Pack take some good-natured ribbing. Calleigh met them at the entrance to the tunnel that headed back to the hotel. There was a pack of fans, another less-friendly pack of sponsors.

Adrian hid his grin under his hat and ducked through, letting Pack deal with the hat guys. They both had a deal with them, and Pack was way better at the schmoozing, being a social animal like he was.

His girl was there, looking like a picture. "Hey, Ades."

"Hey, love. How'd you like that ride?"

"You made me crazy, looking so good." She pushed into his arms and he took the kiss he wanted to, ignoring the outraged gasp of Brandy Collins.

Adrian hugged her tight, grinding a little. He didn't care if they were making a scene. This was his girl.

"Gonna wear that dress for you, Ades."

"I can't wait, love." He kept one arm around her, tugging her along until they were out of the crush of people.

Packer was right there, at his hip. "Hotel?"

"Yes. Please." He could feel Pack's heat, feel Calleigh's curves. God, he needed.

Their girl nodded. "Fuck, yes. Come on."

They walked through the tunnel, Adrian trying to acknowledge the congratulations and all, but they were a huge distraction. He raised a hand at Cotton, who nodded and cut off a group of fans, smiling like the big dork that he was. They got into the elevator without embarrassing anyone, but it was a close thing.

Pack was all over them both as soon as the doors closed. They both got kissed, those scarred hands sliding around Calleigh's waist, Adrian's hip. Christ help him, Pack’s hands were hot as fire.

They managed to hold it together, all three of them laughing and bouncing along the hallway walls. It was Calleigh who had the clarity of mind to dig out a room key, open a door, and let them in.