Her Cowboy Doms [Pleasure, Texas 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  “Don’t think, Georgia. Just do.”

  She closed her eyes. How could they know what she wanted? Was she that transparent? Had she moaned during her fantasy? Yet if they could see the horrible truth she’d manage to hide from others, how much easier was it to see that she ached for them?

  “Damn it. I can’t take any more.”

  Destin slipped his hand along her arm, then over to cup her breast. She inhaled, stunned at the move, yet loving the feel of his hand pushing against her. “Let it go, sugar. For once, for tonight, let it go. Do as we say. Now.”

  She moaned, unable to resist the rush of lust that flowed through her. For the first time in a long while, she was able to thrust away the macabre thoughts that threatened to take over.

  “Now, baby. Obey.”

  She never would’ve believed it. Never would’ve chanced it, especially not in a cab. But listening to their words, feeling their hot breath on her skin, she had no choice. She had to do as they’d told her.

  Something inside her broke open, leaving a crack for her dreams to squeeze through. Hadn’t she wanted to act out her fantasies? The compulsion she’d buried inside her broke free and took over.

  One night. That was all I’ll ask for. After that, I’ll go back to my life and forget this ever happened.

  Her chest rose and fell in swift succession as she let them help her out of her coat. As they rid themselves of their jackets, she crossed her arms over her head, then tugged her shirt over her head. Her hair spilled around her shoulders as her gaze found the cabbie’s wide eyes reflected in the rearview mirror. She heard the sound of the men unzipping their jeans. Pressing her finger to her lips, she warned him to remain silent. He nodded, then flicked his tongue over his lips.

  She wasn’t the type of girl to make out with two men she’d just met. And in a cab no less. But she had to escape the loneliness that had gripped her, its chilly fingers closing around her, keeping her silent and alone for so long. She ached for someone to touch her, to hold her. Someone she had no chance of seeing ever again.

  Please. Just one night. Let me forget.

  “Sit on me, sugar.”

  Twisting around, Georgia threw her leg over Destin and lowered her crotch to his. He had her bra off in one move, then took hold of her breasts and pushed them against his face. She moaned and laid her head back as she began rocking her hips backward and forward, rubbing her crotch against his erect cock.

  She had her answer to her question. They went commando style.

  Cream flooded from her pussy, wetting her panties and her jeans. Destin sucked on her nipple and pinched the other one, sending quick flashes of pain.

  She’d felt pain before, real and burning, but the pain he gave her was different. Welcomed. Sinful and deliciously decadent.

  “Good girl. Now let’s take care of your jeans.” Paul popped open the top button, then yanked down the zipper. He moved beside her, kissing her bare shoulders as Destin fondled her breasts. Pushing aside her jean flaps, his fingers slipped lower, going under the prim and proper white undies to find her smooth mons. Destin grumbled his complaint, but she silenced him when she brought her nipple back to his mouth.

  Paul plunged his fingers between her folds, stunning and thrilling her at the same time. The pressure of Paul’s finger captured between her pussy and Destin’s cock created an even greater urge. Rubbing her clit, Paul pushed at her aching bud.

  She closed her eyes, concentrating on the delicious ascent of her rising whirlwind. Rocking faster, she moaned and held her head back, letting her hair spill over her shoulders. It had been far too long since she’d felt the churning, the unwavering rise of desire ripping throughout her body.

  Without warning, her climax took hold and sent her flying. The car might have been traveling seventy miles an hour, but she was going much faster.

  She moaned again and rocked slower, harder as the orgasm shuddered through her. It hurt to keep going and yet to stop would’ve torn her apart in a different way. She felt Destin’s erection stiffen and lengthen even more, and she longed to shove his cock inside her. He tugged her jeans over her rounded butt, then groped her butt, kneading it like a loaf of dough.

  What she was doing was insane. And yet, she loved it more than she could say.

  The yank, hard and painful, on her hair had her crying out. But that pain was nothing to the agony she felt when Paul took his hand from her crotch. Channeling his fingers through her hair, he yanked her away from Destin. She fell in between them, confused and not a little angry that he’d made her stop.

  “Good, Georgia. Sit between us and take your jeans down to your ankles, but leave your panties up.”

  She struggled to pull her jeans down and was thankful when Destin caught her as the car swerved, rocking her to the side.

  “Keep your eyes on the road, driver,” warned Paul.

  “That’s it, sugar.” Destin brushed his palm along her leg, setting up a firestorm of sensations.

  She couldn’t have said why she was doing what they wanted. Other than it was exactly what she’d dreamed of.

  “Spread your legs, Georgia,” ordered Paul.

  She did, her gaze once more catching the cabbie’s in the mirror. His watching them turned her on more than ever. Would she regret it in the morning? Was it happening because she’d had too much to drink? Yet at that moment, she knew the desire overtaking her had sobered her up. She wouldn’t be able to blame the drink tomorrow. No, she was doing it because she wanted to.

  “Sugar, you’re not listening.”

  She blinked, taking her gaze from Destin’s large cock and up to his face. “And if I don’t want to?”

  His smile could’ve turned ice to water. “You want to. You know you do.” He took her hair and forced her to keep her attention on him. “Whether you want to admit it or not, you want us to take charge. Give up the control, sugar. Now do as my brother said.”

  He was so commanding, so in charge, so…manly. She had no other option but to obey.

  “Spread your legs.”

  She scrunched down in the seat and did as they’d told her. Why was she letting them tell her what to do? Everything about it was wrong, but it felt so right. It was as though they held a spell over her, making her powerless to refuse.

  “Pleasure yourself, Georgia. Go on. I want to see your fingers covered with your cream.”

  Whether it was Paul’s tone, the sound of his voice, or the words he’d spoken, she couldn’t have said. The only constant was her desire to please them. She let her legs fall to the side, then laid her palm flat against her stomach and eased it underneath her panties.

  The only thing she would’ve changed would’ve been her undies. Working as a policewoman meant she always wore plain, unsexy underwear. She always opted for the simply unadorned white bra and panties. Yet now that two deliriously sexy men were watching her, their attentive gazes locked on her crotch, she wished she had on a pair of lacy briefs. They wouldn’t have had to be anything fancy. Anything would’ve been better than what she was wearing.

  “Rub yourself, sugar. Does it feel good?” Destin leaned closer and nibbled on her earlobe.

  That small touch heated her and a fresh wave of juices wet her undies. Her pussy was soaking now, the wings of her desire fluttering inside her. She thrust her middle finger between her pussy folds and started massaging her clit.

  “My brother asked you a question. Answer it.” Paul reached over and tweaked her nipple. Hard. Rough. A punishment for not obeying him.

  Oh, how she wanted him to punish her more!

  She let out a cry, then closed her mouth as the pain morphed into pleasure. Her hand quickened, matching the pace of her breaths.

  “Yes, it feels so good.”

  “Call us sir.”

  What was wrong with her? Now he wanted her to call them sir? Why would she? And yet, she got a little thrill thinking about saying that one simple world.

  “Yes, it feels so good, sir. Is that what you wan
ted to hear?”

  “Yeah, it is. It’s just a game to you, but that’s okay for now.”

  How could she go so far with strangers? With another stranger watching her? Yet, given the chance, she wouldn’t have stopped.

  “Do you like the cab driver watching? Does it turn you on?”

  She nodded, flicking her attention from Destin to the driver then back again. “Yes.” She balked, then said it. “Sir.”

  “Good.” Paul sucked on her earlobe, nibbling at her lobe. “You’re doing well, baby. Keep rubbing. I can see your cream on your fingers.”

  She squirmed against the seat and wondered if her wetness was covering the cushion. Her panties were drenched.

  Destin took her by the chin and turned her to face him. He crushed his mouth to hers, taking away what little breath she’d managed to drag in before he ravished her. Cupping her breast, he plunged his tongue inside her mouth and ran it from cheek to cheek.

  She tried to suck his tongue in more, but she couldn’t. He pulled it away, so she gave him hers. Arching her back, she urged him to twist her nipples as his brother had done. When he didn’t, she had no choice but to complain. “No. Don’t stop.”

  Paul grabbed her wrist, stopping her from rubbing herself. “Georgia, we’re going about this all wrong. If we weren’t leaving tomorrow, we’d take our time, but as it stands this will have to do. Remember two things. First, don’t ever tell us what we can and can’t do. We’re the ones in charge—”

  She yanked her hand out of his hold. “That’s—”

  “Horse shit. Yes, I know.”

  It wasn’t at all what she’d started to say. If he’d given her a chance, she would’ve told him that he was right. That she’d waited for someone like him. Like Destin.

  His jaw hardened, his perusal of her so intense that it made her want to cower under his stare. But she wouldn’t, couldn’t do that. She’d come too far to take a step back.

  “We’re in charge, but you still have a say. If we cross the line from pleasure to real, unwanted pain, from commands to bullying you, then you tell us and we’ll back off. Do you understand?”

  She had to tell them to stop. Had to pull herself together. How could she let them go on treating her that way? No matter how wonderful it felt to have them calling the shots, to have them deciding what she’d do, she had to quit. She was a police officer, a strong woman who made her own decisions and didn’t let any man tell her what to do. Except in her fantasies. Yet this was no fantasy.

  “I asked you a question, Georgia. Answer it.”

  She was ready to respond and her answer was on her lips almost before it came to her mind. She pushed up to a sitting position. “I—”

  “Uh, miss, we’re here.” The cabbie checked with her first, then shifted his attention to Paul and Destin. “Do you guys want me to drive around for a while?”

  Shock filled her when she saw that the cab had pulled up in front of her father’s home. Worse yet, she could see her father’s silhouette in the front window. “Oh, shit.”

  Destin saw the man in the window and turned to her, his expression terse. “Are you married?”

  She pulled on her clothes, going as fast as she could. If her father or one of her three sisters came outside… No. She couldn’t even think about that. Dressed, she shoved Destin away. “Move. I have to get out.”

  “Hang on. Answer the question first.”

  He was resistant to move, but she kept pushing until he finally got out of the car. She half fell to the pavement, then kept moving as fast as she could. Without giving a glance backward, she ran toward the house.

  * * * *

  “What the hell just happened?”

  Paul shook his head. He was as perplexed as Destin was. “She wasn’t ready.”

  “Naw, man, she was getting into it. If we hadn’t arrived at her house when we did, we might’ve convinced her to come to the ranch.”

  Paul tapped the driver on the shoulder. “Head back to the hotel.”

  “Dude. That was fucking hot.” The cabbie twisted around. “Are you sure you don’t want to try and get her to come back?”

  “Stay out of this and listen up. You didn’t see anything. Are we straight on that?” He couldn’t blame the guy. If he’d been driving the cab, he would’ve pulled it off the road and taken a front row seat. He dug into his wallet and forked over a hundred dollar bill. “Are we straight, dude?”

  “Sure, sure. Straight as an arrow.” The cabbie turned back, then pulled the car into the street. “Back to the hotel. No problem.”

  When Paul turned toward his brother, he didn’t bother keeping the disappointment from his tone. “I guess she wasn’t the one.”

  Destin was still staring at the front window, although no one was there any longer. “Do you think that was her husband?”

  He didn’t want to believe that. “I don’t know, but it makes sense. She’s a cop and living in the suburbs.”

  “Fuck.”

  He couldn’t have agreed more with Destin. But what could they do? They’d never interfere in a marriage. No matter how much they desired the woman. His heart sank more the farther they got from the house.

  “Come on, man. We can’t just let this drop.”

  Georgia was everything they’d talked about having in the woman they’d share. Her beauty was unquestionable, but it was her spirit that had grabbed hold of him and tied him up as surely as chains would’ve done. She was proud and strong, perhaps a little bullheaded, but didn’t that make for the perfect submissive? Tonight she’d shown that she was a natural sub. All they needed was more time to teach her, to bring her around to the way they wanted things. Once they did, she’d grow to accept and love her place with them.

  But something besides her husband was holding her back. She’d bristled when they’d tried to find out what that awful pain she held inside was and he hadn’t wanted to push too hard. The agony he’d seen on her face when he’d asked was worse than any physical ache. It ran deep, tearing at her soul, turning her into another woman, one who saw the world through shaded eyes.

  “Paul, we have to stay in Atlanta. At least a couple more days.”

  He considered Destin’s idea and wanted badly to say they would. But he had a better sense of things like this and knew that his brother, as much as he hated it, would understand. “No. We can’t stay away that long.”

  “Dutch can handle things a while longer.”

  Dutch Michland was their right-hand man, both in running the ranch and in handling matters at the club. But as capable as Dutch was, he could do only so much. His authority was limited.

  “It’s not yet time for her. Pushing her won’t do any good. And the husband? Hell, you know we won’t break up a marriage.”

  “So we’re supposed to forget about her? I don’t think I can.” Anger colored Destin’s voice.

  He hated making his brother see the sense of it. “Trust me. If it’s meant to be, if she’s not already involved, she’ll come to us. She knows where to find us, and after getting a taste of what it’ll be like with us, she’ll need to find us. If she can. Besides, even if she’s not someone else’s wife, if we push her now, we could lose her for good. The most important thing is that she’s not ready. We’ve waited this long for her, we can wait a little longer.”

  “How long are you willing to do that?” Destin slumped against the seat, defeated.

  “As long as it takes.” He turned to stare out the window and watched the city lights stream by as the cab flew down the highway. Betraying his own words, he made a silent vow.

  If she doesn’t come to us within a year, we’ll come back.

  Until then, he’d find out if she was married or not. If she was, then they’d have to move on without her. But if she wasn’t, if life had finally brought them the woman they’d yearned for, then nothing would stop them.

  Chapter Three

  Present day

  Georgia had given up. No one, not even the detectives assigned to th
e multiple murder case, had managed to solve it. The few leads they’d had were gone, investigated, and found to be of no value. After having the police captain, as well as Mack and her father, sit her down and tell her to stop searching for the killer, she’d finally given in. Dr. Roberts had backed the idea, too, then had suggested that she take a break from police work. For a while.

  For a while, my ass.

  She’d seen it all too often. A cop got torn up by what they’d experienced and had no choice but to “take a break for a while.” Most of them never came back to the job.

  Yet she had to admit to the wisdom of taking a vacation. The nightmares had gotten worse over the past six months. The only things that had kept her from going insane were her fantasies. Yet the same fantasies she’d had for several years had changed after that chance meeting. Now the men in her dreams had faces.

  Paul and Destin Casing’s faces.

  She’d tried to stop in her relentless pursuit of the killer. She’d force herself to go home instead of poring through new mug shots and other cases that might have a link to the killings. When she could no longer stand to think about the gruesome act, she’d let the fantasies take over, giving her the only escape she could find. After meeting Paul and Destin, she could bring up the fantasies without a problem.

  Then the captain and others had started in on her, prodding her to take the time off. Stalling or trying to argue with them was useless and she’d started planning. After a month of research, she’d bought her ticket and flown west, landing in Dallas.

  There was no simple way of explaining why she’d decided to go to Pleasure, Texas. Still, she hoped she’d come up with an excuse by the time she arrived. What was she supposed to tell Paul and Destin? That she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about them? That she wanted to finish what they’d started in the cab?

  Plans, however, often didn’t work out the way they were supposed to. Once she’d made it to the small town, she still wasn’t sure what she was going to say once she saw them again.

  Georgia pulled the pickup she’d rented—a difficult task to do when most rental cars, even in Texas, were sedans or compacts—in front of the only gas station in Pleasure. As far as she could see, there was only one of everything in the small town. Other than homes, of course, and there weren’t that many of those.