What She Wants (19 page)

Packer chuckled. "Steak. And chocolate. I love to watch her eat chocolate."

"Steak and chocolate it is." He would order, they'd get all revved up watching Calleigh eat, and they'd go again.

It was going to be a damned good night.

***

Calleigh checked her makeup, made sure her lipstick was perfect, her T-shirt tiny and showing off her belly button ring. Her Daisy Dukes fit like a second skin, her boots tilting her just so. Add that to her braids and her hat, and the boys wouldn't be able to resist. Not that she wanted them to. The event was over as of an hour and a half ago, autographs were done, the boys were showered and were shaving.

They were ready to play, and most of the cowboy folk would be on their way home. Time to hit the town. She grabbed a tiny, shiny belly chain, wrapped it around her waist. Oh, pretty.

"Mmm. Look at that." Packer's warm voice slid over her, his accent so good it made her nipples hard.

She stretched up, showing off a little, shaking it. "Just getting ready to go have supper."

"Mmm. We gonna get barbecue? I can watch you lick your fingers."

"I like to lick..." Her words were cut short by Adrian's moan.

"Look at you two, huh? I'm the luckiest man on earth."

She and Packer snorted at the same second. Adrian was like a little Greek god. Well, an Aussie god. That made her smile, the thought of Zeus going, "Aussie Aussie Aussie!". There would be a lightning bolt and boom.

Bullrider.

That made her cackle like a fool. The boys stared at her, then Packer scooped her up, kissed her hard before handing her over to Adrian. Adrian laughed and swung her around, kissing her like she was the most amazing thing on earth.

God, they made her stupid.

"Mmm. You promised me dinner and dancing."

Packer had ended in the money in one round, and Adrian had come in second. That was the best possible outcome, because it meant they were in a fabulous mood, but no one had to go do interviews and such for coming in first.

"We did." Adrian's hand cupped her ass. "Damn, girl."

Packer pinched her butt, and she heard his hand hit Adrian's. "Now, Chook, we're taking her out and showing her off."

"She's worth showing. Fuck." Adrian rubbed once more. "Pretty, pretty."

Calleigh beamed, wiggled some. She worked hard to keep their attention. It wasn't really difficult; they were boys. Still, it made her feel good to look good for them, to see that fire in their eyes.

Adrian leaned down, nibbled the curve of her breast before backing off. "Come on. Ribs. You're having ribs. Lots of finger licking and sucking, huh?" Adrian kissed her hard, then slid an arm around her waist.

"I like that." They headed out the hotel room, laughing as Packer made a rude noise.

They bounced off walls all the way to the elevator, almost like they were drunk. They were, but on each other, not booze.

"Listen to y'all." Coke Pharris came out of the ice and vending room, a huge bucket of ice in his hands, jaw and throat bruised as hell.

Packer grinned at the bullfighter, nodding. "We're having a laugh, huh? You all right, old man?"

"Got stepped on a little. Spending the night in."

Calleigh stepped forward, frowning. "Oh, Coke. Did someone give you an anti-inflammatory?"

Those vocal chords were going to be so sore... Bless his heart, he always looked like he'd gotten run over by a train.

"Dillon's got my back, and Jonesy looked at it." He smiled at her, and he was a lot like Packer. His whole face looked different like that.

"Okay." She nodded. "We're in 408, if you need us."

"Thanks, sweetheart." Coke headed off, and Packer kissed just under her ear.

"You're a good woman," Pack murmured.

"I just... I'm a nurse." Taking care was in her blood.

"I know, luv. I like it."

Adrian chuckled. "You've got to stop thinking Pack is criticizing, baby girl."

"I don't do that, do I?" They headed into the elevator, and she reached for Pack's hand. Packer grasped her hand, his callused, warm skin feeling good against hers.

"You always do, baby girl."

She snorted. "Not."

She turned, offered her lips to Packer. He took the kiss, slow and easy, like they had all the time in the world and not just a few floors. Oh. Oh, sweet. She pressed against his length, rubbing nice and slow.

He hummed for her, this yummy sound she was coming to know well. They were getting this whole thing down pat. The elevator dinged and they jerked apart just before the door opened, one of Adrian's sponsors getting on.

Shit. Her lips felt swollen, her nipples were hard, pressing against her shirt, and her boys were both panting. Adrian just grinned, though, and raised a hand.

"Oi. Hey, Roy."

"Hey there, y'all." The old man's eyes slid up and down her like she was a piece of meat. "Where y'all going?"

"Out for supper." Adrian casually stepped in front of her, blocking the view.

"Yeah? You want company?"

Oh, god. Say no. Please say no.

"Well, I hope you won't take offense if we say no. This is a celebration for Pack, too, and since you're not his sponsor..." Adrian flashed his winning smile, which she could see when he glanced back at Packer, who bared his teeth.

She found a winsome (she hoped) smile, bobbed her head. "Thanks for asking, though."

"Sure thing." He smiled, and she hid a shiver. He wasn't a bad man, she guessed, just a man.

Regardless, she wanted her own men and nobody interrupting their play. Not to mention that if they went out with a sponsor, the sponsor got to choose the restaurant. This was about finger food.

The elevator door opened and Adrian ushered her out, Packer on the other side, moving her. Looked like the boys wanted to head out before anyone else stopped them. Not that she was complaining.

There were a very few buckle bunnies waiting around, a few more middle-aged fans just hanging out in the lobby. They all envied her. She could see it in the way some smiled, some glared. Heck, she would envy her.

Adrian and Packer didn't even look; they just led her out to the truck, right beside her. They were good until they got into the rental, and then they were squishing her between them, loving on her a little.

She laughed, rocking and bouncing between them. Dorks. Beautiful, hot, wicked dorks. Packer drove, his hand on her thigh, while Adrian poked at her and whispered naughty things.

"You're a perv." She turned her head, lips brushing Adrian's jaw. "Kinky boy."

"I'm a perv? The things you do to me, you two are the bad dogs."

"You're just pouting because your butt still stings after last night." They'd played punish the bullrider late into the night.

"Hell, yes. I want everyone else to sting, too."

Packer chuckled. "We can make Calleigh sting, soon."

"Like I'd let y'all do that..." Her thighs rubbed together. Asshole. Hot asshole.

"Oh, luv. I want something else entirely."

She did love his filthy mind. She tugged Adrian's earlobe with her teeth. "Do tell, cowboy."

"I want me and Adrian to do you at the same time."

Good thing Packer was driving. She thought Adrian's heart stopped for a moment. She chuckled, the sound a little rough. "You like that idea, Ades?"

"God, yes." Adrian's hand slid along her leg, up her belly.

"I don't know if you two deserve that." She spread a little.

"You don't think so?" Pack's voice had gone sandpaper rough, too, the hand on her skin hot as fire.

"Mmm. Nope. You'd have to be very, very good boys for that kind of play."

"But we have been." Adrian nibbled at her ear, his voice making her shiver.

"You got it wrong, Calleigh girl." Packer was damn near purring. "We got to be real bad." Oh, he was a bad boy. She liked it when he was back to full strength.

Adrian spread her a little, draped one of her thighs over his, and Packer groaned, hand not on the steering wheel sliding up her thigh.

"I think you'll like us being really bad, luv." Packer sounded so serious.

"Do you?" That was a real question. She'd never done that, but she trusted them -- both of them. They had her back. Oh, man. That was bad.

"I do. I think you'll love it. Adrian does."

Adrian groaned, but didn't argue.

"And what about you, Pack?"

"What about me what?" He flashed her a grin before moving back to look at the road.

"Do you love it?"

"Mmm. I love doing it to Ades." She got another flash of dark eyes. "I don't mind taking it, either, but your man is a bottom boy."

"Hey!" Adrian blustered a little. "Be fair, now."

Ades was so cute. Oh, he was a manly man, but she could see how Packer could overwhelm him. That was how they'd all ended up like this, right?

"You're hot, Ades." She leaned back, kissed his chin. "Especially when your ass is red and you're needing us."

Adrian made this noise. She wasn't sure it was human, but it was stunningly hot. He was going to lose it, she thought.

"Don't you wreck this truck, Pack," she warned. Calleigh wriggled down, shoved Adrian's seat all the way back, worked his belt buckle open.

"Shit." The word was soft, reverent, Packer moaning a little.

Adrian moaned a lot, hips pushing up at her. He seemed supremely confident about Packer's driving.

She pulled Adrian's cock out, brushed her lips over the tip. "You owe me one."

"Uh-huh." Adrian cupped the back of her neck, which made her want to smile. He was trying not to muss her hair. She'd hollered at him for that when they'd first gotten married.

The smell of him, of how he wanted, made her moan and her lips wrapped around his cock, tongue sliding over the slit before she pushed down, taking him in. He tasted wild, salty, and he needed her so much. She could feel it with his every heartbeat.

She didn't play around, taking him in and sucking hard. There was only so much highway before they found a barbeque joint. Of course, the way Packer was giving her advice, he might just drive around until she was done.

"Work the tip, Calleigh girl. Make him beg for it."

She pulled back, lips around the tip, tongue pushing at Adrian's slit. He grunted, humping up, his cock sliding back along her throat. She cupped his balls, pushed at them, rolled them, even as her head started bobbing. Calleigh knew how much he loved that, how sensitive he was.

"Baby girl..." Adrian panted, hips rocking.

"Fucking smell you, Chook." Packer's voice filled the truck.

"Gonna go off like a rocket." Adrian grunted, hips starting to jerk without rhythm.

She hummed, deep in her throat, making Adrian feel it. His balls pulled up under her hand, his cock swelled, and boom. Her Ades came for her, just like she'd asked it out loud. She swallowed around him, around his cock, cleaning up before sitting up to check her makeup.

"Fucking beautiful, luv." Packer patted her leg, and she thought he was holding up well.

She moaned, shifted a little, so wet she ached. Adrian hummed, his fingers sliding up under the edge of her shorts.

"Be good." She spread, groaning as the restaurant sign came into view.

"I don't want to."

"Chook, we're here. You have to be." Packer didn't sound like he wanted Adrian to stop, either. They parked near the back, all three of them sitting, breathing hard for a second.

"Christ, woman." Packer grinned at her. "That was pornographic."

"Not bad for an old nurse, hmm?"

"Shit." Adrian squeezed her leg one last time. "You are not old."

"Older than you." By about a week and a half. Little turd.

Pack snorted. "I could probably be your dad. Come on and eat so I can get mine, too."

"Don't make me beat your ass, Pack." She slipped out of the truck, fixing her lipstick.

"Now, luv, we do that to Adrian."

Adrian took her arm. "I think we should make him sit at another table."

She chuckled. "That wouldn't be very nice, since he didn't wreck the truck." And she knew he'd been watching. The evidence of that still showed just beneath his buckle. She licked her lips, eyes fastened on that promise, right there.

"Stop that." Adrian popped her butt. "We're never going to eat at this rate."

"Hey!" She cracked up, grabbed both their arms. "I'm starving."

And horny.

Happy.

It was good to be her, even if most folks would find this situation weirder than anything. She loved being the center of such intense attention, she liked feeling beautiful.

She was loving being theirs.

***

Ice cream in the truck was far better than dessert at the restaurant. They'd found an out of the way spot in a parking lot by an empty field, stretched out on a blanket in the back of the truck. They couldn't get busy out here, but they could sure eat banana splits.