WILD RIDE (5 page)

“Keep your eyes on the road, buddy,” Riley scolded. 
“We don’t want to ruin this party with a pesky seven-car pile-up.”

I hardly heard their banter.  I was too focused on the
swelling cravings of my body.  My breasts felt insanely soft and sensitive.  I
knew that when he touched me again, I might melt from sensation.  Already this
was the most sensual experience I had ever had.  With Cal, I had barely ever
felt stimulated when we made love.  The fire was all his.  But now, the urges
felt foreign in their overblown, fervent desire.  And when Riley’s fingers
squeezed my nipples again, pulling gently in hot tugs, I moaned loudly.  My
eyes closed and my head tipped back.  “Oh, God, that feels so good.”

Riley’s hands were big, so warm, so skillfully patient,
coaxing pleasure in kneading, intimate handfuls.  “You want me to suck on you,
don’t you, sugar?  I think you’d like that, sweet darlin’.  Sit up and offer
yourself to my mouth.”

I didn’t hesitate, but my movements felt languid and
slow.  I did as he asked, swivelling, straddling his hips, rubbing my wet
panties against his straining arousal, offering my breasts to his mouth.  And
when he drew my nipple into that velvet fire, I thought I might
be
there.  It was so beautiful, this intimacy, so high and so intense.  Was I
there
yet?  Was
this
what he’d promised me?  I writhed against him again, and felt
a rising surge that was excruciating in its blossoming, building heat.  But my
breast slipped from his mouth, and he held my hips in his hands, forcing me to
stop my impassioned movement.  “Lacey,” Riley scolded.  “Now what did I tell
you?  Slow down, girl.  Let me guide the pace, all right?”

“All right,” I whispered, shy and hot and crazy all at
the same time.

“Don’t worry,” Riley chuckled.  “I made you a promise
and I
always
keep my word.  Now lean closer, darlin’, slowly.  Put that
perfect, juicy little nipple right into my mouth so I can make you feel good.”

I obeyed him, leaning closer, offering my nipple to him
coyly.

He licked me, and his teeth scraped against the tender
flesh.  I moaned again.  “Is this what you want?” he murmured, looking into my
eyes.

I was too far gone to even answer him.  I could only
take off his hat so I could watch him, placing it to the side as he suckled on
me like a man-child, feeding off my pleasure, sending sharp darts of beauty
deep into my body, igniting me entirely.  He held my breasts together, holding
them so my nipples were close to each other.  Then he languidly fed off one
before feasting on the other.  His mouth was hungry, greedy, yet stealthy and
skilled.  The soft pulls of his mouth were the most intensely blissful
sensation I had ever, ever experienced.  It took every ounce of effort I
possessed not to wriggle my sex against him.  I knew he would stop and if he
stopped, I thought I might cry or die of agony at the removal of his mouth,
his
mouth
.

“
Damn
, you are so fucking sweet,” Riley said. 
“You are the hottest, sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.  And you taste like the sweetest
honey.  You ready for more, sugar?  I think you’re ready.  Why don’t you help
me take this dress all the way off.  I want to see you.  I want to see all of
you.  Do you want me to?”

God, I loved the way he talked.  They way he
asked
. 
Even when he knew I was half-crazed with desire for more of this, and of him.

“I think Nate wants to see you, too,” Riley purred. 
“You want to show us both how pretty you are, don’t you?”

I’d almost forgotten about Nate.  But when I changed
position, turning to look at him, he’d taken off his sunglasses.  And the
burning fire in his dark blue eyes was unmistakable.  “I … do you?  Do you want
to see me, Nate?” I said, an innate shyness lingering, but strangely overtaken
by an instinctual, sexy femininity, some deep-seated urge that wanted to show
him, and invite him.

“Like I’ve never wanted anything in my life, darlin’,”
Nate said.  “But only if you want me to.”  Were all Texans this polite?

I couldn’t help laughing lightly at my own brazenness,
my own abandon.  I felt wild.  Free.  Exquisitely, empoweringly feminine.  “I
do.  I do want you to.”

Riley was pulling the dress down, over my hips.  As he
did, this thumbs caught the edges of my panties and pulled them down too,
removing everything.  I was sitting on Riley’s lap, my legs together and draped
over his, facing Nate.

And I was completely, entirely naked.  It was a strange
turn of events, if I’d happened to stop and think about it.  But my body felt
more alive than it ever had.  I felt womanly and beautiful and so turned on I
thought I might go mad.  The vulnerability, of being entirely displayed while
this big, hulking, magnificent
male
drank in the sight of my nakedness
was almost enough to spiral me into orbit.  I could feel the rise tickling me
and the moisture at my core began to pearl and to slide.

“You want Nate to touch you, too, don’t you, sugar?” 
Maybe only Riley could have found this entertaining.  “You’re lookin’ at him
like you want him to eat you alive.”

That’s because he’s so damn gorgeous
,
was the thought that went through my mind. 
So strong and so lusty.
  The
way his dark gaze caressed my pale curves was one of the most intensely erotic
things that had ever happened to me.

Nate licked his thumb and his finger.  Then, with only
the occasional glance at the highway – which, if I’d been in a state of mind to
consider it, could have been sort of alarming – he reached over and pinched my
nipple between those two rough, wet fingers, coiling, rubbing, squeezing.  A
bolt of sensation channeled from the nipple he played directly to my plumped,
slippery sex, which was pressed against a very aroused Riley.

“
Oh
,” I moaned.

“Fuck, you’re sexy,” Riley drawled.  “You ready for the
main event, sweet?  Lie back a little.  Yeah, just like that.  That’s my
girl.”  I let Riley’s strong hands adjust my position willingly.  I felt
supremely nubile, deliciously young.  “I’m going to open your legs.  Prop your
knee right here, that’s it.  Let Nate put one of your legs across his lap.  Good
girl.  And this one like this. 
Holy hell
, sugar, you are fucking
gorgeous.  And so ready.  How’d you get so wet?  Oh, God,
look
at you. 
You are one sexy, sexy girl, Lacey. 
Damn
.”

And Nate’s gaze caught mine again.  His large hand was
fondling my breast, incredibly tenderly.  His voice was low but his words were
unmistakable.  “Gorgeous girl,” he said, and then in a low murmur, “My turn
next.”

I felt the slow pulse between my legs, as Nate’s gaze
slid lower.

I was so turned on I felt almost disoriented by it.  “Nate,”
I breathed.  “Riley?”

“Right here, darlin’,” Riley murmured.  “You want me to
touch you now?  You want me to touch that sweet little pussy and show you what
all the fuss is about?”

I knew better than to plead with him.  He might pause,
or make me wait.  I cooed my agreement softly, invitingly.  “Yes, I’m ready.  I
want to feel you touch me.”

And there he was.  Both his hands were there, gently,
oh so gently.  His fingers traced the rim, using my own moisture to glide along
the lips of my sex, opening me.

“Holy fucking hell,” Nate groaned.  “ I can’t take
this.”

“Keep driving,” Riley said.  “I promised Lacey her
first orgasm right here in the front seat of this car at seventy-five miles per
hour and that’s what I plan on givin’ her.  Then we’ll take it from there.” 
And his fingers continued their blissful caress, parting my intimate curls,
baring me completely.  “Isn’t that right, sweet girl, so blond all over.  You
like this?”

I was crazed with the promised heights of the pleasure
he was delivering.  And Nate’s strong, gentle fingers were teasing my nipples;
one, then the other.  Pulling pleasure from my body while simultaneously
planting it deeper.  I could feel the edges of the melting rise, licking at the
heat, pulling me towards oblivion.  I wanted to get there so badly I couldn’t
stop myself from pleading with them. 
This
was what all the fuss was
about, already, and I wasn’t even there yet.  But I was getting closer.  Much,
much closer than I’d ever been.  “Yes, yes. 
Oh, God.
  Please don’t
stop.  I’ll do anything. 
Anything.
  Please don’t stop.”

“We’re not stopping, darlin’.  Not until I’ve made good
on my promise.  You’re gonna like this a whole lot.”  Riley’s fingers teased
me, rimming me but not centering, promising but not fulfilling.  I couldn’t
help it: my hips swiveled in a searching lift.  To get closer.  To draw him
in.  “Lie still, honey.  You can do that for me.  Let me come to you.  Don’t
chase it.  Just let the pleasure come to you.”

I cried out when his fingers found that electric,
hyper-sensitive nub, rubbing softly, revealing it as he slid two fingers into
my body.  “You want me inside you like this?” he whispered into my ear.  “You
want me?”

“Oh, God,
yes, yes
.”  I was practically
whimpering with need.  “
Please, Riley, please
.”

“Here I am, honey.  Right here.”  And his fingers slid
deeper, gliding easily into the silky constriction.  He curved his fingers,
rubbing against a
very
sensitive place inside me.  And with his other
hand, his fingers began to grasp, to gently squeeze and pull and work my clit
with sublime coercion.  His hands played in a rhythmic partnership, each stroke
and each tug delivering washes of pleasure the likes of which I had never, ever
imagined.  My mind shut down and my body came to life.  I was moaning, crying
out.  The ecstasy flooded me, racking my body with numbing glides of voracious,
endless bliss that rose to an impossible peak, then shattered into tight,
clenching rushes of pleasure.  My pussy spasmed around Riley’s fingers, over
and over, until the rapture began to calm and lengthen.  His fingers squeezed
and rubbed me again, more gently now, and the pleasure spun out once more,
lulling me into a drowsed haze.  My eyes were closed.  My limbs felt heavy.  I
was too blissed-out to move.  I felt Riley’s fingers slip from my body.  I felt
Nate’s touch being removed.  My dress was draped around me and my head was cradled
against Riley’s shoulder, my feet settled onto Nate’s lap.

“
Damn
,” I heard Riley say.  “How much farther?”

Nate murmured some low reply that I couldn’t quite
hear.  I was floating, riding the rush.

I dozed for a while, then awoke to the sound of the
humming engine.   When I opened my eyes, it was darker, just off dusk.  I
looked up at Riley.  His hat was back on and he smiled at me from the shadow of
its rim.  “You all right, darlin’?” he murmured.

“Just fine,” I said quietly.  “You?”

“Fantastic,” he smiled.

“How’s Nate?” I said, looking over at him.  My foot was
resting on his thigh, and I barely wriggled it, to spur an answer from him, if
he would give one.

“You don’t want to mess with him, sugar,” Riley
teased.  “He’s into all kinds of twisty stuff.”

I couldn’t help asking it.  “Like what?”

Nate didn’t answer but he looked over at me briefly.  Then
he smiled.

“One step at a time,” Riley laughed lightly, tucking a
strand of my hair behind my ear.  I didn’t understand what he meant by that,
but I didn’t push it.

“You were right,” I said to him, transfixed by the gold
flicks of his hair and the curve of his lips as he spoke.

“Told you,” Riley replied.

“It was so easy for you,” I said, a little amazed that
I was here.  I should have been starting my second shift at The Rusty Nail
right about now.  Not recovering from the effects of a life-altering climax
while draped across the laps of two All-star Texans under a purple-pink sky.

“Sometimes a girl just needs the right touch.”

“We’re gonna stop just up ahead,” Nate said.  “At our
hotel.  We’re almost there.”  And I went from transfixed by Riley’s looks and
newfound powers to riveted by the sound of Nate’s simple pronouncement.  That
voice
. 
That odd, funnelling vibration that burrowed into me along with the smooth
sound of it.  The stilled waves of my earth-shattering orgasm fluttered, and
held on.  Damn it all.  I wanted more.  I wanted more of
them
. 
Both
of them.

I couldn’t tell if it was these cowboys themselves or
the uninhibited, awakened zone I was newly inhabiting, but my body was
responding to them, again.  I felt sexually
famished
, as though I’d been
reborn the minute I climbed into the back seat of their Mustang as a
pleasure-seeker, a golden goddess, a powerful nymph with handfuls of luck and
sensual promises, all rolled into one.

There was no question I would stay with them, and they
didn’t ask.  I was glad about this.  I didn’t know how the evening would
unfold, if Riley’s promise was as far as things would go.  All I knew was that
tonight was ours.  To see where the starry darkness might lead us.

Chapter
Four

Twilight offered little relief from the heat.  The air
was hot and my skin felt sticky.  Shimmery waves cast the landscape with a
low-lit, off-focused glow.

I sat up on Riley’s lap.  He’d draped my dress over me
and I lifted it, slipping it back over my head.  The flash of naked skin did
not escape Nate’s attention.  Nothing, in fact, seemed to escape Nate’s
attention.  He might have been the strong and silent type, but he was very
aware
. 
Reading every nuance of the scene around him.  Catching every detail of my
shape and my movement.

It was very obvious to me that Nate was not only
intrigued by me but almost hyper-attentive.  It was Riley who’d first issued
the invitation, but Nate was equally eager, if not moreso; I could tell this by
the way he watched me, the prowly heat in his gaze that was not only hungry but
also protective, like this unusual spontaneity we’d shared had somehow bonded
us, all three.  And I couldn’t help recalling that promise:
My turn next
.

We pulled into the hotel.  A very big, fancy one with fountains
and spotlights and limousines.  Nate pulled up in front and a man in a black
uniform offered to park the car for him.  Two other men took my bag and several
more from the trunk as Riley helped me out of the car.  Nate gave one of the
men some cash from a roll of it he pulled from his pocket.

Wow.  What a way to live.  With Mustangs and attendants
and big rolls of cash.  I’d never seen anything like it in my whole life.  It
was like a movie.  Like a scene out of someone
else’s
life, not mine. 
But then I remembered: I was twenty-one now.  I was on my way to becoming an
independent college student and eventually, a successful businesswoman.  One
that wasn’t frigid or inexperienced, but worldly and capable.  Why the hell
couldn’t
this be my life?

This, I’d never even realized, was what I
wanted
:
a little luxury now and then; that crazy sense of excitement that came from
being on the road, headed in the right direction, free; and, most of all, this
all-compassing glow of lust, and possibilities.

A mad thought crossed my mind.  If it was
this
empowering and sexy to be on the receiving end of such pleasure, what would it
feel like to
deliver
it?

I wanted to find out.

Luckily for me, I had not one but two prime candidates
available to me.  I could test out my curiosities.  They were both watching me,
and I smiled at them.  I wanted to please them like they’d never been pleased.  I
wanted each and every one of those thousand orgasms they might have experienced
to pale in comparison to what I was capable of giving them.  I wanted to
enlighten them, like they’d enlightened me.

Tonight.

My plan made me feel more wanton than ever.  Riley’s
hand was slung protectively around my waist.  I was sun-tanned and windblown
and high from whiskey and youth and a killer endorphin rush.  I wore nothing
under my short cotton dress.  My long white-blond hair was disheveled, hanging
in loose coils.  The world had taken on an ethereal glow and I felt beautiful.  As
if to agree with me, Riley gave me a kiss that might have been more appropriate
in a private, locked suite than in the middle of an opulent hotel lobby.

Nate was handing out money like it was going out of
style, to the receptionist, to the valet, to the suitcase carriers.  He checked
us in and ordered room service to be delivered to the presidential suite.  He
wanted champagne, shrimp cocktail on ice and steak sandwiches.  Immediately.

Amazing what money could do.  Those receptionists
deferred to him like he was some kind of king or millionaire.  Maybe he was.  A
rugged, built, sexy-as-all-get-out one.  And one that
I
was going to be
bunking with tonight, along with his equally-gorgeous, highly skilled cousin.  I
couldn’t help basking in their beauty, as we waited for the elevator to take us
to the penthouse suite.  And I couldn’t stem the curiosity: would Nate be
equally skilled?  Or even moreso?  Those bronzed, burnished muscles and the way
he filled out those worn jeans promised all I could handle.  What would he
do
? 
What would
they
do?

How far would we take it?

The topic of my separate room didn’t come up.  Maybe it
was the orgasm, or the way Riley was holding my hand, or the heat in Nate’s blue,
darklit glance, but we were all on the same page and well beyond any pretense
that tonight wasn’t going to involve at least one more orgasm.  And more likely
many, many more.  I was almost shocked by my private determination:
I’m
going to use every feminine power I possess to pleasure them beyond all limits.

What the
hell
?

This was a whole new me, God knew that.  God might not
have
approved
of the new me, but I could live with that tonight.  After
all I’d been through and all I’d put up with, I figured I deserved it.  God
wouldn’t have put two studly cowboys in a red convertible onto Highway 69 just
when I’d needed them if it wasn’t meant to be, that’s how I saw it.

I was going with it.

We reached the fourteenth floor, and the bellboys
carried the suitcases through an open door.

Holy hell.

The suite was huge.  One entire wall of the expansive
main room was glass, overlooking the night lights of Dallas.  Sliding doors had
been left open, leading to a large balcony that was decorated with spotlit
tropical-looking plants.  Even with the doors open, the air was cool, like the
air-conditioners had been left on high.  The coolness would be swept away into
the heat of the night, but this was Dallas, after all.  People didn’t worry
about the environment in this neck of the woods.

There were two bedrooms, each with its own bathroom.  I
wondered how it would all pan out, as far as the sleeping arrangements went.

Or if any sleeping was destined to take place, that is.

“Not bad, right?” Riley grinned, noticing how wide-eyed
I was by all this luxury.

“Not bad,” I whispered, as one of the waiters popped
the cork on the champagne and Nate tipped him.  Then the waiters politely took
their leave.

I was glad again for Riley’s lightness.  It could have
been awkward, the suddenness of this … scene.  The unlikely scenario of us,
being here together like this.  Strangers.  Me and them.  I think it might have
been impossible to feel uncomfortable around Riley.  He was full of humor and
so relaxed I couldn’t help but follow his lead.  “You want to have a swim with
us, Lace?  There’s a spectacular view from the roof.”

It was strange how we all felt so familiar, already.  I
guess orgasms have a way of bringing people together like that.  “Roof?”

“There’s a pool up there,” Nate said.  “Come on.”  He
grabbed the bottle of champagne but didn’t bother with the glasses.  At the
insistent tug of Riley’s hand, which still held mine, I followed them.

They were right: the view was outstanding.

And there was no one else up there.  Nate, noticing a
lock on the door to the pool area, closed it and locked it.  The sound of that
lock clicking into place had a strange effect on me.  I was alone with them. 
No one could see us or interrupt us.  It seemed almost odd to me that I felt no
fear, not a shred of trepidation.  Only excitement.  I wasn’t afraid of these
Texans, not at all.  Quite the opposite.  They’d shown me only kindness,
generosity and, despite the impulsiveness of the scenario, respect.  And I
intended to respect them right back.  I intended to respect them right over the
edge.

Nate took a swig of champagne from the bottle and
offered it around.  Then, as I watched, he stripped off his jeans and his
t-shirt.  His body was nothing short of spectacular.  Brawny but not overly
so.  Perfectly sculpted.  Muscular but not over the top.  Supremely-strong-looking
and dark-skinned, like he was part Cherokee or something equally exotic.  He
wore black, tight-fitting boxer briefs.  In the low, flickering light of the open-aired
pool area, I could see that his physical perfection extended in every
direction, and to every proportion.  He was amazingly masculine, and hard. 
Everywhere.  The tight fit of his boxer briefs outlined an example of male
endowment that literally made my mouth water.

I wished I could
see
him.  All of him.

He dove into the pool.

“You’re drooling,” Riley teased, elbowing me gently as
he watched me watch Nate.  It was crazy and beautiful, the way he wasn’t
jealous.  It was understood: we were all this together, the three of us.  We
could feel it and we had already accepted that that was the way this – whatever
this
was – would play out.  Riley, clearly, was open to whatever direction
I wanted this night to take.  “You’ll get some of that, don’t worry.  But
first, some of this.”

With that, Riley kissed me again.  He tasted of
champagne.  His lips were soft, his tongue intimate, insistent.  His mouth
played my own, wetly, and his tongue parted me, entering me in slow, deliberate
glides.  Like his fingers had.  My body remembered.  As his tongue played me,
my sex began to dew.  My ass felt rounded and full.  My breasts were soft,
wanting and aching as my nipples tightened.  I wanted him to bite me there, to
suck me and lick me.

“I’m going to take your dress off.  You don’t want to
swim in it, do you?”  His fingers were at the hem, pulling the cotton away from
my hot skin, not waiting for me to answer him.  I welcomed the soothing effects
of a light breeze on my skin as he tossed my dress onto a chair.

“Your hair looks white-gold in the darkness,” he
whispered.  “Your body is so fucking gorgeous, Lacey.  You’re the most
beautiful girl.”

His fingers roved, skating lightly across my hips and
my stomach.  He was teasing me.  I was hot, feverishly so.  My pussy was
silkily wet, and throbbing lightly.  I wanted to come again.  But not yet.  To
know that I
could
, just from the touch of Riley’s fingers, made me feel
more womanly than I ever had.  I could come and I would, but I could take it
slower this time, and bring both of them along for the ride.

Riley’s fingers circled my nipples, centering, pinching
in little tugging pulls.  I almost moaned, but his fingers moved.  Lower.  To
my ass.  He fondled the round globes, parting them, feeling between, and lower,
finding the slippery heat.  Exploring me in an incredibly intimate way. 
Pushing gently into both passages with his fingers, only just.  “Damn you’re
wet, sweetheart.  For a girl who never came before tonight, you sure are a hot
little thing,” he murmured into my ear, nibbling my earlobe.  “You want it all,
don’t you, sugar?  You want us both.  We’ll give you anything you want. 
Everything you want.  And only what you want.”

I liked the sound of that.

His
fingers pushed just a little further into me and he began a slow, circular
rhythm.  I was forced to widen my stance and barely arch my back in answer to
his gentle, stealthy invasion.  He took my mouth in another scorching kiss as
his fingers grew slick and possessive.  His fingers curled and prodded and
slid.  The slow, heat-infused pleasure began to build.  So easily.  If I’d let
him continue, I would have come.  But I pulled from him, wanting to wait.  For
him.  For them.

I
stepped away from him, feeling his fingers slip from my body.  I wanted to
tease him and provoke him.  I smiled gently as I walked down the steps of the
pool towards Nate, who was leaning against the wall in the far corner of the
pool.  “Come on,” I said to Riley.  “Follow me.”

Riley
pulled off his shirt.  Then he unzipped his jeans, smiling at me.  “I’m running
commando today so get ready to feast your eyes, sweetheart.”  He pushed his
jeans down to his ankles, kicking them off.

Damn.

Riley’s
body was beautifully athletic.  Lithe and tautly muscled.  I was riveted by his
golden glow and the superb shape of his chest, his flat stomach and lean hips. 
And that’s not all.  He was so aroused his cock was rigid and upright, brushing
against his stomach as he moved towards me.  The sight of that big, lusty,
perfectly-made body swept away any final, wispy reservations I might have once
held on to.  He caught up to me as I walked down the lower steps of the pool,
leaning to draw my nipple into the hot silk of his mouth, biting gently then
sucking strongly, once and again.  I felt that pull in the throbbing ache
between my legs.

Riley
disengaged, playful.  He dove into the pool with a dramatic splash.

I
heard Nate chuckling at his cousin’s boisterous behavior.  I went in, ducked
under the water, and started to swim towards the opposite end of the pool,
where Nate was.  Riley swam under me in the water and he grabbed on to me
gently yet firmly.  I laughed and tried to wriggle away from him.  I felt the
touch of his
mouth
on my thigh and I gasped.  Cal had never done …
that
. 
He had only been interested in one thing – and it had nothing to do with
my
pleasure, only his.

Riley’s
grip was unbreakable.  He held my hips and kissed me
there
, then he
licked
me, latching onto me, suckling strongly on the lips of my pussy and pushing
his tongue into me, which just about blew my mind.  The waves started and it
was almost too much.  I pushed at his head, laughing and gasping and I splashed
away from him, trying to evade his sensual mischief.  I was so intent on
getting out of his reach that I swam right into Nate, bumping against the
rock-hard shape of him.