Brianna's Sinful Cowboys [Casanova Cowboys 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read online

  He flicked open the top button on her skirt. The room throbbed around her, following the deft pulse that erupted in her pussy. Her fingertips bit into Jackson’s shoulders. She leaned her head against the wall. Jackson dipped his mouth to her ear. His tongue flicked out and traced the shell of her ear, lighting her body on fire.

  “Imagine, baby.” His lips slid along the column of her throat, heating an airy trail but never pausing to kiss. The waist of her skirt loosened, barely hanging to her hips. “What would it be like for you to be loved by me while bein’ cherished by Rylan?”

  Her skirt slipped down her legs and pooled around her boots. Right now, she wanted love by the man hooking his finger along the seam of her silk panties. A tremor shot along her nerves as he coasted his finger along her labia, spreading her juice in his wake. He stroked back and forth, teasing the ache in her pussy until she whimpered.

  “I know, my sweet Brianna. Your body’s cravin’ me. I’ve been missin’ these moments with you.” Jackson’s husky voice lifted from her throat to her cheek. He nuzzled her face, the rough hairs of his goatee sparking along her hypersensitive flesh. She undulated her hips, every inch of her in the grips of a pleasure-induced violent reaction to Jackson’s slow, taunting seduction. “You are so damn sexy, baby.”

  The tip of his finger circled her wet pussy, toying with her opening. She swallowed a moan.

  “Would you let him touch you like this? Would you be this wet for him so he could slide his fingers deep?” Jackson eased his finger into her pussy and she moaned. “He’d use two fingers to stretch this tight pussy. Maybe three. His cock is thicker than mine and you’re so fuckin’ tight.”

  “Jackson,” she sighed, hooking her leg around his waist. She rolled her hips. “Give me more.”

  “More?” Jackson obliged, filling her with two more fingers. She gasped, dropping her head forward as he worked her tight cunt. “Like that, Bree? Do you want me to make you come like this? You know I can hit that sweet little spot and shatter you. I can fuck you to bliss with my fingers filling this wet pussy and take your ass at the same time. You love when I fuck that rear of yours.”

  “You’re gonna shatter me just like this.”

  “So soon?” He pulled his fingers from her pussy and eased her head up. She peeled back her eyelids, her body trembling with the nearness of her climax. Dropping her hand to his belt, she yanked and pulled until the leather strap came free. She forced open his button and zipper and scooped out the velvety length of his hard cock. A shudder shot through her. She tightened her leg around his hip, bringing him closer until the tip of his cock wedged against her pussy. His expression darkened, and he lifted her off her feet, completely pinning her to the wall. “Are you curious, baby? Are you thinkin’ about it?”

  Damn Jackson, she was so damn hot and bothered by the very thought of being shared. The very idea tangled her nerves, making her wet and desperate.

  She caught his hungry gaze. Her hair fell over her eyes. Despite the barrier, she knew he saw straight through to her soul, detecting her thoughts without having to speak them. “I want you. Now. This very instant. I want you to show me how much you love me, Jackson. I want to know you love me with everythin’ you’ve got, and I plan to do the same.”

  He caught her chin, a hint of mischievous smile touching the corner of his mouth.

  One slow, slick motion and he filled her pussy. His fingers dove into her hair, tugging her head to his, and claiming her in a kiss that reached to the deepest level of her soul.

  She clung to him as he pulled her away from the wall, fingers bunching in his shirt. He carried her to the bed, and together they fell onto the mattress. She clawed at his shirt, yanking it over his head, and tossed it to the floor. She splayed her hands along his warm flesh and slid her palms along the corded contours of his back. She licked his neck, nibbled a short path over the thick muscle of his shoulder, receiving a forceful thrust from his hips that sat him deep in her cunt.

  Curling her fingers, she straightened up, drawing her nails along his back. Jackson growled, coming upright in front of her. His dark eyes consumed her and roped her breath. She loved the feral expression that broke free of his mischievous façade in these supercharged moments.

  “You feel like playin’ rough, baby?” he asked, his voice so thick and filled with sexual innuendos. She shivered, rolling her hips against his. He grabbed her ass, spreading her cheeks and giving her a hard squeeze. The twinge of pain quickly melted into a new realm of pleasure.

  She arched, rotating her hips, giving herself a strong surge of delight. Heat poured down her legs. “Did you come prepared?”

  “I’m always prepared. Do you think you can handle it tonight?”

  Brianna caught his face in her hands, drowning in the heady hunger that became Jackson. “I’ll handle anythin’ you want to give me and love every moment.”

  She slanted her mouth over his. He gave into the demanding sweeps of her tongue, but the kiss didn’t last nearly as long as she craved. He rolled her onto her back and pulled his cock from her body, leaving her empty and burning.

  Jackson stepped away from the bed, his gaze lowering to her spread legs and thrumming pussy. He ran his tongue along his lips, fisting his cock in one hand. His potent gaze left her flushed and itchy, undulating her hips in a slow, steady motion.

  “I have somethin’ new for us. Picked it up over the weekend,” Jackson said.

  She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and chewed, unable to take her eyes off Jackson. His entire body was cut and carved, fine-tuned and delicious to look at. Her fingers tingled with the need to touch, trace, and feel his hot skin, and relish in the wild terrain of his form. His cock was a treat, long and thick, ridged and hot. Juice glistened from the slit on his wide, bulbous head. Her jaw tightened. She wanted to lick up each drop, savor the flavor of his cream.

  She pressed upright and peeled her sweater over her head. “What is it?”

  She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, casting it aside. Jackson grabbed the duffle bag from the small kitchenette and rummaged through it. Brianna unzipped her boots and kicked them off, then hooked her thumbs around her thong.

  “Huh-uh, baby. Those are mine.”

  She smirked and straightened up, hands on her hips. When he returned, he pinched one of her nipples and gave it a twist.

  “Oh god,” she gasped, grabbing his biceps as a shockwave of weakness spilled down her legs. Jackson bent over and sucked her nipple into his mouth. His tongue lashed against her skin, searing her heightened nerves. She combed her finger up the back of his head, her nails scraping along his scalp until she came to the longer strands to grab and tug. The rough brush of his goatee enhanced the erotic sensation, and she shivered.

  She nearly lost it when he began to straighten up, pulling her nipple until she whimpered, the pain-pleasure blend exhilarating. He finally released her. She swayed, holding him for support.

  “You haven’t even seen what I’m gonna be teasin’ your ass with,” Jackson said, lifting a dark-purple butt plug between them. She looked at the tapering object with its smooth surface. My, was she going to have some fun. “Haven’t used one of these lovelies on you yet.” He caught her chin and tipped her face to look at him. “I’m lookin’ forward to drivin’ you mad, honey.”

  “You don’t have to look far.”

  Brianna grabbed the waist of his jeans and shimmied them down his muscled thighs. He watched her go on her knees and untie his boots. One at a time, she pulled them off, followed by his socks and finally his jeans. She followed the contours of his thighs upward, reached around back, and grabbed the hard globes of his ass. Turning her eyes up to his face, she flicked out her tongue and licked the length of his cock. The taste of her musk mixed with the flavor of his juice as she crested his crown.

  Jackson grabbed her under the arm and lifted her to her feet.

  “Jax, please,” Brianna begged, catching his cock in her free hand. Jackson tsked. He crossed
her arm over her chest, guiding her into a tight circle away from him. She relinquished his cock and stood, facing the bed. Her gaze dropped to the plug with its wireless remote and the tube of lubrication lying on the comforter. A subtle wave of tingles coursed along her spine.

  Jackson gathered her hair and draped it over her shoulder. His lips brushed along the back of her neck. She dropped her head forward, exposing the erogenous zone that made the flutters in her core soar and the coils of tense anticipation hum.

  “My sweet Brianna,” he whispered along her skin. This tip of his nose caressed the tendon along her neck. His lips drew a moist path along that same tendon, his breaths setting her on fire. He placed a kiss at the crook of her neck. His fingers slipped in the straps of her thongs and began to run them over her hips. Another kiss graced her shoulder. “You’re tremblin’.”

  “Yes,” she breathed, closing her eyes, drowning in the feathery touches and kisses. “I–I don’t know how much more I can handle before I break.”

  He pushed her thong down her legs. “Step out of this wet little number.”

  She did, barely able to hold her balance long enough to lift each foot from the floor. Jackson crept up her back, his teeth nipping her ass, her hip, and the thin stretch of skin over each rib. His palm followed her spine, forcing her to lean over.

  “Crawl onto the bed. I think we should see what our little toy does to you.” Jackson reached past her and gathered the plug and the lube. Brianna fought against the trembling and climbed onto the bed, hands and knees. Her cunt throbbed relentlessly, the deft pulse in her clit demanding a touch, a suck, something to ease the aching pain. “When I have this naughty toy set, I’ll give you a treat.”

  Jackson ran a lubed finger through her crease and spread her cheeks. She pressed her ass back. The rounded tip of the plug nestled against her anus and she instantly relaxed, imagining the numerous times Jackson fucked her rear hole.

  Would Rylan take me this way? Or would he be the one to lie beneath me, filling my pussy?

  “Ahh,” she sighed, her throat swelling with the very notion of Rylan being part of this. Of them. She dropped to her elbows, resting her head on the bed as the pressure from the plug filled her, waking those neglected pleasure nerves. “Jackson.”

  She received his thumb against her clit and nearly split apart.

  “Jackson, touch me.”

  “I am, but I don’t want to touch. I want to feast.” He gave the plug a small twist. “How does it feel?”

  Brianna rolled over and sat up, testing the plug and enjoying the sensation of fullness. “Don’t make me wait any longer for you.”

  She fisted the base of his cock and sucked his tip between her lips before he could stop her. The taut, velvety skin smoothed over her tongue. His wide head hit the back of her throat and she moaned, drinking him down as far as she could. Her hips rolled against the bed, trying to provide friction along her clit and failing miserably.

  “Enough, baby. I’m gonna come in your mouth, and that’s not what I want to do.” Jackson stepped back, depriving her pleasure of his penis. She followed him, sucking and licking, until he was out of reach. He pointed to the bed. “Lie back.”

  Brianna obeyed, splaying out in the center of the bed. Jackson climbed between her legs and pushed her thighs open, giving her no time to prepare for the swift claim he made on her pussy. He licked her from cunt to clit once, twice. Electric spears of sheer bliss shot through her. Ripples of preorgasmic tension seized her legs and her belly.

  “Yes, Jackson. More.”

  “Give you everythin’.”

  Vibration erupted along her anus the same moment Jackson’s lips clamped down on her clit and sucked her fiery nub hard.

  Brianna screamed, bowing off the mattress. Her mind broke. Her body flooded with organic pleasure so intense she couldn’t breathe. Pulse after pulse of orgasmic bliss pounded against her pussy and reverberated to every tip of her body.

  The suction around her clit ceased, but the delightful turbulence continued to wrack along each nerve. Jackson cupped the back of her head and pulled her up to him, crushing his mouth to hers. He thrust his cock to the hilt, drawing a gasp that he just as soon swallowed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders, her legs around his waist, and rode the lasting sensations that never fizzled out.

  “Aw, fuck, you feel so nice,” he murmured. Brianna moaned with each hard thrust of his cock. The vibrations played along her pussy, the pressure of the plug causing each cock slide to strum that deep-set spot inside her that churned on the brink of explosion.

  Jackson flipped them over. He grabbed her hips and drove his cock upward. Brianna braced her hands on his shoulders, captivated by the fierce hunger burning in his eyes. She met each thrust, sitting herself hard on him.

  “That’s right. Make yourself come again,” Jackson said, his voice barely more than a sex-starved rasp. He reached up for her breasts, cupping and kneading her aching flesh. She cooed, the added stimulation bringing her to the end of her shallow recovery.

  “Jax, Jax,” she whimpered.

  “I feel you, Bree. Heaven help me, you’re squeezin’ me.”

  She held nothing back when the mind-shattering pleasure ripped her from the little grounding she maintained. Liquid fire filled her pussy, shooting over and out and down every path and every avenue, entirely consuming her. Jackson’s deep cry of release entwined with her own gasping whimpers. His cock rippled with each spurt of cum, each drop of his climax, holding her in the thralls of bliss.

  The intense, exhausting orgasm subsided. Jackson turned off the vibrating plug and gathered her into his arms, guiding her to the bed alongside him. He kissed her forehead, each breath sharp and labored. Their skin was slick with sweat, emanating heat from the energy spent.

  Brianna closed her eyes and savored his embrace. She couldn’t help but wonder…

  If this is only a taste of what two men could do to me, I’m in trouble.

  “How’re you feelin’, honey?” Jackson asked. Fatigue entwined with his voice.

  “Speechless. Exhausted,” she admitted. “You?”

  “No words can describe.”

  Brianna had no idea how much time drifted by, lying in Jackson’s arms. She was content, and yet a strange feeling of emptiness touched a small part of her conscience.

  “Now that we’ve both had a small samplin’ of what it might be like if Ry were to join us, tell me. And please, be honest with me.” Jackson smoothed back her hair and kissed her temple. “Have you thought about him? Would you accept a taste of what he can offer?”

  Brianna looked up at him. She hesitated to answer, knowing how she felt was not what any guy would want to hear.

  Jackson lifted her hand and spread her fingers. He brought the tip of each appendage to his lips one at a time.

  “Yes, Jax,” she said quietly. “I’ve thought about him.”

  “He would be the only man on this planet I’d share you with ’cause I know he’ll treat you as you deserve. He knows what it means to be loyal and dedicated.” Jackson’s sated gaze turned on her. “He’s passion in physical form. The man doesn’t know how to hold back. The Ryder cousins were once known as the Casanovas. They had a reputation with the ladies. Rylan was as tame as they came until some lucky woman got him in bed. He didn’t break all that many hearts. He didn’t like to cause anyone that pain, but when he did, damn were they done for.”

  I can see why.

  “He’s my closest friend and I trust him with my life.” He kissed another finger. “Your life.” He turned her hand over and kissed her palm. “He and I tossed the idea of sharin’ a woman when we were younger, but never did. Now that we’re older, more mature—”

  “Mature?” Brianna laughed and nudged Jackson in the ribs. “Really?”

  “Well, not mature to the point of boredom,” he teased. “But, I think we might be able to test the waters with a threesome. You and Rylan have an obvious connection. You and I have an incredible r
elationship. There’s potential.”

  Brianna draped her leg over Jackson’s waist. The plug rested snug in her anus. She kissed his shoulder, chewing back her anticipation in light of her residual uncertainty. “You’re completely okay with the idea of another man havin’ me?”

  “This ain’t just another man. This is Rylan, and only Rylan.” Jackson strummed her lower lip with his finger. “He’s pretty conventional in his ways, but I think with a little convincin’, he’ll be on his knees at your feet in no time. You’ve already got his full-blown attention. He just needs a little nudge. What do you say?”

  My open door to somethin’ new and excitin’. Jackson’s hand-feedin’ that cake to me.

  “I think it’s pretty sinful.” Brianna couldn’t stave off the smile that forced through to her lips. Jackson tugged her into his chest. “Pretty excitin’.”

  “Ah, that’s my girl.”

  Brianna curled into his body. As she closed her eyes, she envisioned Rylan nestled up against her back, completing their embrace.

  Chapter Ten

  The officer looked up from the desk, a bunch of papers in her hands. She eyed Brianna curiously, not once smiling or giving off any inviting air. Brianna placed the two coffee cups on the counter.

  “I’m lookin’ for Sheriff Rylan,” Brianna said, clearing the sudden thickness from her throat with a short cough. “I was hopin’ to catch him before he left.”

  The officer lifted one manicured brow, her severe bun making it look ultra arched. Brianna’s cheeks warmed beneath the officer’s scrutinizing observation. “Don’t think the sheriff was expectin’ visitors.” She glanced down and pressed the intercom button on the phone pad. “What’s your name?”

  “Brianna Cabot.”

  That earned her a look of renewed interest from the officer as Rylan’s voice came over the speaker. “Yeah?”

  “Sheriff, someone would like to have a word with you,” the woman said, placing a fist on her hip. “Quite a rude, insistent person.”

  Brianna gaped. “Excuse—”