What She Wants (6 page)

"Mmm. You have a good knowledge of anatomy, too, I reckon." That smile... it fascinated her.

"You have no idea, mate." Adrian made her grin when he sounded a little panicked.

"I do. I love when he's crazy for it, too." Calleigh knew Adrian could do amazing things, when he needed.

"Yes. When he's twisting and burning and his ass is a little red, huh?"

Adrian made this noise, half outrage, half horny, that made her and Packer both laugh.

"Yeah. He wouldn't let me, after the first couple times. Still, I like when he begs for it." She could push it, she knew it. Fuck, the worst that would happen was that Adrian would retaliate, make her desperate, which -- come on -- there was no bad there.

"I'm sitting right here." Adrian must have kicked Packer, as his foot disappeared and Packer grunted.

"Sorry, Ades." She crossed her legs and focused on sipping her wine.

"No, you're not." He chuckled, the sound warm and fond. "Besides, I may have some plans of my own." His hand slid down her back, tracing the line of bare skin to her tattoo. His fingers traced it and Calleigh shuddered, shivered.

"You have to share, too, Chook,” Packer said.

"Do I, now? Because I have a wee advantage, eh? I know where you both need to be touched, mate."

She was going to set aflame.

Packer's laugh had a husky note to it now, and she could feel his body shifting restlessly. "You do. I bet there's a hundred things you want to try, too."

"Maybe a hundred and three. The small of her back makes her twist. I can't believe you got a tattoo there."

She shrugged. "The artist was convincing."

"How convincing?" She had expected Adrian to growl, but it was Packer who got huffy and growled at her.

"Convincing enough that I have a butterfly now." She arched an eyebrow, stared Packer down. "He promised me, if I just breathed through the first bit, I'd love it by the end." She had, too. She'd been full of energy for hours.

"It's hot, huh?" Adrian got it. There had been no bad touching. Just the buzz.

"I was stoked, yeah. Slept on my belly for a week, though."

"Adrian slept that way for a few days the first time he and I got together."

Oh, god. Just the thought of that made her want to squirm.

She licked her lips, eyes on Packer's. "I bet it was hot as hell."

"Fuck, yes."

"Are we interested in any dessert?"

They all started, then looked at the waiter. Like they'd all forgotten they were in a restaurant.

"I..." She blinked, chuckled. "I don't think so. Boys?" She was interested in dessert that involved that hotel room and way less clothing.

"No, thanks." Adrian had enough presence of mind left to smile at the man. "Just the check, please."

She nodded, checked her lipstick. "We can have coffee and chocolate up in the room."

"We can. We'll order and then make Adrian stay dressed until it comes." Packer stood, heading off to hunt down the waiter, obviously too impatient to wait for the check to arrive.

She looked over at Adrian. "You okay, Ades?"

He was flushed, eyes hot, cock hard as a rock in his good jeans.

"I’m on fire, baby." He stroked her back, his fingers hot as hell on her skin.

"I want you. I want to play." She leaned in, breathed into his ear. "I'm just aching." She was also a great big horny slut girl.

"I love you. Fuck, you and Packer are making me ready to come in my pants."

She touched the curve of his ear with her tongue. "Don't you dare. That's mine. Ours."

His body shook a little. "I'm trying, baby girl."

"God, I can smell you." She rested her cheek on Adrian's shoulder, watching Packer stalk back across the restaurant toward them.

"And I can feel how you're squeezing your legs together."

"You two behaving?" Packer asked, putting a hand on both of them.

"Not a chance. You ready? I deserve coffee and chocolate."

"You do, luv. Come on." Packer guided them out, close as a second skin.

The fringe on her dress moved, tickled her thighs where it brushed her. They piled in the truck again, Adrian pressing up against her side. She turned halfway, begging a kiss, a touch. Something.

She got it, Adrian's arm sliding around her waist, his mouth coming down on hers. Oh, god. Yes. Her hand cupped his jaw as Adrian's tongue fucked her lips, one of his hands sliding up the outside of her thigh.

Adrian moaned, moving even closer, almost knocking her back against Packer.

"Driving, Chook. Careful."

She nodded. "No wrecks." She leaned back against Packer a little bit, though, her bare back on his arm.

"No. We're too busy,” Pack said, sounding definite.

Adrian chuckled, nodding along, licking at the skin just beneath her ear. That made her moan, the little hot spot sending pure heat to her cunt.

"Love that. When you moan for me."

Who was this amazing, seductive man, and what had he done with her husband? She couldn’t be more pleased with her plan.

"Are we almost there?"

"Hell, yes." Packer spun them into the parking lot of the hotel, finding them a place to leave the truck.

They tumbled out of the truck, Adrian stealing a hard kiss as he helped her out of the truck. Packer pressed up behind her for a few seconds, rubbing against her ass nice and hard. God, they felt amazing. Pure sex.

"Inside." They staggered a little on the way in, and she knew everyone would think they'd been drinking.

"Y'all celebrating?" A little red-headed cowboy with a stacked, Bettie Page-looking lady waved at them.

"You know it, Cotton. You have a good one, mate." Packer waved, but kept on going.

She heard a soft giggle, but it didn't matter. Adrian's hand was on her lower back, fingers circling and making her gasp. When they got into the elevator, she stepped away. "Ades, that's making me crazy."

And wet.

"Mmmhmm. And this is bad?"

Packer took over, touching her feather-light. "This, you mean?"

"Hey!" Her back arched, nipples aching where they brushed her dress.

"I never play fair, love. Come on, Chook. Let's go make her crazy."

The elevator door opened and they headed for the hotel room. She'd brought her bags up this afternoon, let her single room go. They got her inside the door, got it closed and locked, Adrian joking about how Cotton might tell someone else with a C name and that could be bad...

"Do you two have another girl who's going to be jealous, now?" That thought hurt a little bit, okay, maybe more than a little bit, but she didn't let it show.

"Nah, love. He was saying Kynan might try to bust in and catch us in the act. That's a boy. And we're not fucking him."

Adrian shuddered. "Oh, mate. Way to ruin the mood."

She bent over, slipped out of her heels. The action had her mouth near Adrian's cock, ass bumping Packer's leg. "Three is enough."

"Three is good." The zipper at the side of her dress let go, and the boys pulled it off her when she straightened. That left her in stockings, garter, and a tiny G-string, hair up, and feeling incredibly naked.

Adrian stared at her, licking his lips, eyes hot as fire. "Baby..."

She flushed dark, then Packer's finger stroked the top of her panties, tracing her shaved mound, and she thought she was going to die.

"You're a wet dream, love." Packer moved closer, his finger moving the scrap of lace aside. He kissed the skin just below her ear.

She went up on tiptoe, rocking slowly. "Oh, damn."

"Mmmhmm. Ah-ah-ah, Chook. You have to call room service. Hands to yourself,” Pack reminded Adrian.

Oh, that was mean. Hot, but mean. "I need chocolate and coffee, Ades." She met Packer's eyes, winked.

"And Pack will want fruit." Adrian grinned, obviously willing to play along for now. She wondered how hard Packer intended to push.

"And it'll be cheesecake for you." She knew him, at least she hoped so.

"It will." Adrian got the menu and called, and Packer took advantage of the distraction, pulling Calleigh close for a kiss. His clothes rasped all along her body, making her gasp, groan, her nipples sliding against him.

His hands felt just as rough, his calluses catching on her garter. He was as tall as Adrian, maybe taller, which was big for a bullrider. His hands cupped her ass, and he lifted her, just a little bit, his jeans rubbing against her.

"Such soft skin."

"You're not soft." Her hands landed on his shoulders, and that moved her nipples against Packer's shirt again.

"Nope. I'm hard as can be for you, luv." She could feel him, even through his jeans.

"Kiss me again?" She was feeling the barest bit buzzed.

"I can do that." Packer kissed her again, and before it was done Adrian was pressing against her from the other side.

Adrian's fingers met Packer's, squeezed them, then slid down her thighs, stroking her through the stockings. They were driving her crazy already, and she still had no access to skin. That just wasn't fair. She had the feeling if she complained they wouldn't feel the least bit sorry for her.

"Here, luv." Packer caught her hands, pulling them up to his chest. "Let's get me all naked, too."

"Excellent idea." She started working buttons open, trying her best to ignore the hands sliding over her skin.

Adrian was hard to ignore, though. He knew all of her hot spots. Not only that, but Packer was a viciously fast learner, paying attention to every gasp, every shiver. No wonder he'd seduced Adrian into trying something completely new and crazy. The man was a demon.

Calleigh did her best to fight back, hands working open Packer's belt, easing down the zipper and teasing all the way down.

Packer made these great noises, too, a little bit groan, a little bit growl.

"Oh, you're getting to him, baby,” Ades said.

"Good." She let her fingertips trace along Packer’s prick, the heavy shaft pressing against his briefs.

Grimacing, Packer pushed forward, his hips rolling.

"Just think how you'll feel, sliding against me, all smooth and shaved,” she said. When they both moaned, Calleigh felt thirty feet tall.

They all worked on Packer's jeans and boots, and then he was pushing her back toward the bed. He laid her out, still in garters and all. She pulled the clip out of her hair, tossed it aside. It would just poke her in the head.

Packer came down next to her, his cock sliding on her hip. "Hey, luv."

"Hey." She turned toward him, eyes flashing to Adrian, just making sure this was okay.

Adrian watched them like they were the best kind of porn, shifting from foot to foot. He nodded a tiny bit, his eyes crinkling up. Packer's hand wrapped around her thigh, drawing her leg up and dragging it over Packer's thigh. The G-string didn't hide anything and Adrian's moan made her flush.

"God, mate. Are you sure I have to wait for the food?" Ades asked.

Packer chuckled, the sound pure evil. "Yes."

"We could get into a lot of trouble in half an hour." Hell, they could make Adrian insane in that short of time.

"Oh, luv, you have no idea. Dying to taste you." Packer's fingers walked up her thigh to slide between her legs.

Adrian stumbled forward, she could hear him, but her focus was on Packer -- on the words, the touch. "Are you now?" She almost didn't gasp.

Almost.

"Mmmhmm. Wanna? Adrian will watch like a good lad." Packer was spreading her out, slipping down.

"Oh, fuck." Adrian sounded like he'd swallowed a frog.

Her G-string was no obstacle; Packer slipped the tiny thing down, leaving her mound framed by the black lace of the garter and stockings. Packer smiled up at her, that grin completely transforming the harsh planes of his face.

Calleigh winked, reached down and ran her finger down the line of his nose. It slid off to one side, an old break making it crooked. It was fascinating. When her finger slipped off the tip, Packer nipped at it, the bite making her laugh and exclaim, "Toothy!"

"Oh, god, baby. You have no idea." Adrian moved closer to the bed, staring hard.

Packer chuckled, waggling his finger. "Stay there, Chook."

It was amazing, how Adrian stopped in his tracks. She'd have to explore this further. Soon. Right now, though, Packer was kissing his way down her belly, licking just under her navel. Her abs went tight, and her hips rolled, bumping up against Packer's chest.

He made that amazing growly noise of his and grabbed her hips, holding her down on the bed. "Don't worry, luv. I got you." Then he bent and put his mouth between her legs, licking and kissing.

"Oh..."

His chin was perfectly rough against her freshly shaven mound, and the softness of his lips, the heat of his tongue, was shocking.

Packer opened her with his fingers, his tongue slipping and sliding against her clit. Oh, god, it had been too long since someone had done this.