Cowboy Rough [Men for Hire 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  “Man, did you not hear what Gabriel told us? She’s married.”

  “Shit, I forgot about that.” If she was married, then it was hands off. They’d never make a play for another man’s wife. “Damn it. If she’s married—”

  “What do you mean if? Gabriel said she was.” Joe snapped off the radio. “Is there a reason why you think she might not be married?”

  “Naw.” And yet there was. “It’s just that I get this vibe from her that she’s not claimed.”

  Joe’s mood had lifted enough for him to laugh, albeit it with a sarcastic edge to the sound. “Claimed? You make it sound like she’s a lost dog. And vibe? What is this? The seventies? Hell, man, you didn’t even get close enough to see the color of her eyes.”

  “They’re brown, right? She has big, brown eyes the color of a nice mahogany wood.”

  “Yeah. They are.”

  He glanced at Joe. “I see. So even while you’re fighting off three men, you had time to check out her eyes. That says a lot.”

  “It doesn’t matter. Until we hear anything different, she’s married.”

  “From what Gabriel told us, she’s in a bad marriage.” Collin grasped at another straw. “If that’s true, then she might not be married for much longer.”

  “Married is still married in my book.”

  Joe was right, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that they still had a chance. Or was it just wishful thinking? “How about we let Fletcher find out for sure?”

  Fletcher Owens was the IT man and computer whiz for the Cowboys for Hire organization. He had a knack for finding out everything about a person, even secrets that most investigators would’ve never been able to uncover.

  “Yeah, go ahead and give Fletcher a call. But ask him to keep it quiet.” He didn’t like the idea of going behind Gabriel’s back, but something made him think it was necessary this time.

  “Without telling Gabriel?”

  “Yeah. Don’t ask me why. It’s just a hunch.”

  Joe nodded, his frown making wrinkles in his forehead. “Okay. But if Gabriel finds out, he’s not going to be happy.”

  That was an understatement. No one wanted to see the head man when he was angry. “Yeah, I know.”

  “Good. Then you’ll understand when I tell him I didn’t know a damn thing about it.”

  “Way to have my back, bro.”

  Joe let out a snort. “A man’s got to look out for his own hide first, you know.”

  But Collin knew that was as far from the truth as anything could get. He could count on both Joe and West to back him no matter what.

  “Where are we taking her?”

  Having made the decision to have Fletcher do a background search on Sienna, Collin was more than ready to move on to another topic. “I’ve got a friend who sometimes loans out a trailer to traveling cowboys doing the circuit. I made a call on the way to Destiny and set it up.”

  “And?”

  “And the trailer’s waiting for us at a small-town rodeo to the east of Tulsa.”

  “Does West know?”

  “Yeah. He knows.” Collin followed West’s pickup as he took a side road that would keep them away from the traffic on the main roads. They’d take the back way into the rodeo, and if they were lucky, lose the guys who were no doubt already trying to track them.

  * * * *

  Sienna couldn’t get close enough to the passenger door to get away from West. Not because she feared him, but for an entirely different reason.

  From the moment he’d laid his hands on her, she’d felt an almost overwhelming need to kiss him. Granted, at first she’d been too frightened to recognize her attraction, but once they were on the road and she’d had time to calm down, she’d felt an incredible need to touch him.

  She took a peek at him, then forced herself to stare out the window. He was sexy as hell and a perfect match for her cowboy fantasy. Ever since moving to Oklahoma, her imagination had gone wild, bringing her daydreams as well as wet dreams during the nights. Somehow, she’d always managed to push them away, ignoring her lustful needs because she’d had her siblings and her child to think about. But once Shawna and then Michael had gone off to their respective colleges, her fantasies had grown more frequent and even sexier.

  It doesn’t make any sense. I don’t like the country and there’s nothing more country than a cowboy. And yet I can’t stop dreaming about cowboys.

  She shot another sideways glance at him.

  Still, if there was ever a good reason to go country, he and the other two are it.

  She hadn’t gotten a great look at the third man who had come to her aid. But from what she could tell, Collin was just as hot as the other two guys. They all wore faded jeans with T-shirts and jean jackets. Boots that had seen better days finished their look. They all had dark hair, but West’s eyes were a mesmerizing blue the color of the Caribbean waters while Joe’s dark eyes were deep and sensuous. She wondered what color Collin’s eyes were.

  If she hadn’t wanted to hang on to her bag, she might’ve reached out and put her hand over West’s crotch just to see if she’d get any movement from him. The kind of movement that would have him pulling the truck over and putting some moves of his own on her. She moaned and took a deep breath, hoping to ward off the sexual frustration building inside her.

  “Are you all right?”

  She jerked around to stare at him. “I’m sorry?”

  “I asked you if you’re all right.”

  The glint in his eyes suggested that he might be playing with her, but the sincerity in his voice said otherwise. Not that she cared. As long as he gazed at her with those soulful eyes and leaned his body toward hers, she was fine either way. “Oh. Sure. I’m just relieved, that’s all.”

  Along with the relief had come exhaustion. She hadn’t slept well last night, waking often to find herself jerking out of a nightmare where Dan stood over her, his snarl wide as he raised his hand to hit her. She shook off the lingering effects as she’d done last night.

  “Good.” He turned the wheel to the left to take them down yet another side road. “Gabriel said that you’re running from your husband. Was he abusive?”

  “My husband?” She’d almost forgotten the lie she’d told Gabriel. Fresh guilt swept into her. “Uh, yeah.”

  “I don’t mean to pry, but the more we know, the better equipped we are to help.”

  Equipped? I’ll bet you’re well equipped and then some. She let her gaze drop to his crotch, then yanked it up. Did he see me do that?

  “No, it’s okay. Although it’s hard to talk about.” Especially if I have to keep lying.

  “Yeah, I get that it would be. Just know we’re here for you.”

  Her guilt level zoomed higher.

  “Do your problems have something to do with that bag?”

  Guilt was gone in an instant, replaced by nerves that had her heart jumping in staccato rhythm. “Bag?”

  “Yeah. You know. The one you’re holding onto like your life depends on it?”

  “No, no. It’s just that I, uh, have everything I own in it. Like family photos and that kind of thing.” She shouldn’t have, but couldn’t stop herself from clutching the bag tighter. “It’s all very precious to me.”

  “Sure. Of course. Got it.”

  She had to change the subject, both to get his attention away from the bag and her attention away from his crotch. “Where are we going?”

  “To a safe place.”

  He wasn’t going to tell her anything more. She could sense that he needed to keep it close to his chest. And yet, although she didn’t know anything, she couldn’t help but feel relieved.

  She leaned against the door and fought to keep her eyes open, but it was a losing battle. She drifted off to sleep with the duffel bag still in her grip.

  At first, she couldn’t see who the men were, but she didn’t sense any danger from them. Instead, it was the exact opposite. They were men she could trust, not only with the bag that sat on the n
ightstand next to her, but with more important things like her heart.

  She sighed as the wide expanse of Joe’s shoulders loomed over her. Arching, she offered him her breasts and he took a nipple into his mouth then eased his body to her side.

  Another hand took her other breast and she turned to see Collin sweeping his tongue over her nipple. She moaned and wondered where West was.

  Her question was answered as he appeared between her legs. He pushed on her knees, getting her to bend her legs as he eased his finger between her pussy folds. He found her clit and ran his finger and thumb around the tender skin surrounding her already throbbing bud, teasing her and exhilarating her at the same time. She drew in air as heat spread outward, threatening to make her come too soon.

  “Easy, baby.” His blue eyes, made even more brilliant in the dim light of the sparse room, twinkled at her. “You know we won’t hurt you. In fact, we aim to do just the opposite.”

  Joe released her nipple with a satisfying pop then slid his tongue over the swell of her breast and tracked it on to her ear. He nibbled at her lobe then whispered, “You make me mad as hell, but that’s okay. You make me even hornier.”

  Collin took her by the chin and turned her toward him. “You just make me horny.” He kissed her then, sweeping his tongue inside her mouth. The growling sound he made deep in his throat traveled inward to fill her. She swallowed, wanting to capture everything about him, even his breath.

  She moaned again and reached out for them. Surprise filled her as she realized that her hands were bound to the metal bed with the hammered brown finish.

  “Don’t fight it, baby,” murmured Joe.

  She didn’t. If anything, being tied up and at their mercy turned her on even more. She bit her lower lip as their hands skimmed over her naked body. Their skin touched hers as they pressed against her. Joe’s and Collin’s cocks were hard against her legs while West massaged her, his stare intent on her face.

  “Please.”

  “Please what, babe?” West pushed his thumb against her clit then slipped a finger into her pussy. He worked it back and forth, in and out, in a slow, steady pace. When he quickened his speed, she was more than ready.

  “Like you don’t know.” He was teasing her, and although she loved it, she ached for more.

  Joe rubbed his cock against her leg. “Hey, baby, how do you like it? In the front or in the back?”

  The lust in his voice made her blush, but she’d be damned if she wouldn’t answer him. “I like it anyway you want to do it.”

  She acted confident, but inside she was the same scared young girl she’d been the first time a boy had touched her behind the bleachers at school.

  “Sounds like an open invitation to me,” quipped Collin. “Dibs on taking her from the front.”

  “Dibs?” West laughed as she bucked. He finger-fucked her more, speeding up even more as her panting grew more labored. “What are you? Five years old?”

  “Fuck off, man.”

  “No thanks. I’d rather fuck her.” West eased lower and pulled her pussy lips apart. “Damn, but her pussy’s pretty. And it’s all mine.”

  She mewled as his mouth touched her. Then he added teeth to make her squirm. The wave of the inferno building inside her rolled outward from her pussy. West drove her crazy, sucking on her clit as he shoved two fingers inside her pussy, only to change it up and switch it around. His tongue darted in and around as he pressed the palm of his hand to her clit.

  Nipping and sucking on her nipple, Joe held her breast so he could watch West feast on her. Collin did the same, but not for long.

  “Babe, I know it’s quick and all, but I can’t wait any longer. I’ve got to have you.” He pulled her onto her side, getting groans and complaints from West and Joe.

  West came up, wiping his face of her juices. “Fine. But I want a little payback. If that’s okay with you, Sienna.”

  She wasn’t sure what he meant, but she was ready for anything he wanted to do. Joe came to his knees beside her as West slid off the end and strode around to the head of the bed. He paused, opened the nightstand drawer, grabbed a tube of lube, and tossed it to Joe. Joe caught it and squeezed some of it into his hand. He rubbed it between her butt cheeks.

  Suddenly, the image of them shifted and she was on her hands and knees in the back of West’s pickup. Joe knelt behind her as West moved closer to her head.

  West grinned at her. “Seems only right that we take you in the pickup you tried to steal from me.”

  “I didn’t mean to…” She hadn’t thought of it as stealing, but then what else was it?

  “Don’t worry about it, baby. Take her hair, Joe,” ordered West.

  Collin sat on the side of the pickup and stroked his cock. “Go on, guys. It isn’t as good as fucking her myself, but watching ain’t half bad, either.”

  Joe gripped her by the hair and tugged her head back. She found herself face to face with West’s cock. Joe slid more of the cool substance around the dark hole of her anus. “Suck him off, baby. I want to see your head bobbing up and down as you take my cock into your ass.”

  “Yeah, sugar. Do them, then you and me can have our fun.” Collin’s strokes sped up, then slowed down as though he’d almost brought himself to a climax.

  West gently took her chin, helping her to keep her head up. “It’ll be easier if I lie down.” He did so, spreading his legs, then easing his cock closer.

  His cock was huge, lined with blue veins, and delicious looking. She went down onto her forearms and flicked her tongue over the tip of it. West sucked in a hard breath, lifting his upper torso to get a good look at her.

  She slipped his cock into her mouth and drove it hard toward the back of her throat. He let out a yelp and covered his face with his hand. She let him go with a good smack and grinned at him.

  “Holy hell, but that’s good.” He played his hand down his wide chest and the six-pack abs beneath it.

  The three of them were all muscles without an ounce of flab. She loved the way they looked, but she was embarrassed by the swell of her stomach. She tried to suck in her gut, but it was too hard to do so on her hands and knees.

  “No, don’t do that. We love a curvy woman like you. Be proud of your body.” The sincerity in Collin’s voice took away her inhibitions.

  If they saw her as a beautiful woman, how could she think any differently?

  Joe turned her hair loose, positioned his cock at her hole, then pushed the crown of it inside her butt hole. She gasped, unused to the sensation.

  “It hurts.”

  “Just breathe and try to relax.”

  She did as Joe told her, closing her eyes and taking West’s cock inside her mouth again. She concentrated on wrapping her tongue around West’s cock even as Joe pushed his cock deeper into her hole.

  The pain was bad at first, but once she began to relax, it soon transformed into a wonderful sensation of fullness. The friction between them warmed her from the inside out.

  “That’s it, baby. Take it easy. Damn, but she’s tight.”

  With Joe’s words ringing in her ears, she sucked harder on West’s cock, tossing her hair over her shoulders. Balancing on one hand, she cupped his balls and fondled them, eliciting yet another groan from him.

  Joe’s movements sped up, quickening his pace, and she tried to imagine his butt cheeks clenching and unclenching as he rammed into her. His breath came in short blasts as he dug his fingers into her ass and held her to him. She rocked back and forth, using the motion to push against Joe and to draw West’s cock out and in.

  “That’s it. Work them, sugar.”

  She circled her tongue around West’s cock and felt him stiffen. She hadn’t had much experience with men and her time with Dan was nothing like this. This was more than mere sex. This was pleasure and real affection combined into an act that was good for both her body and her spirit.

  West dug his fingers into her hair, and before she knew it, he used his grip on her to hold her still.
“Shit. Stop. I’m gonna—Aw, hell!”

  She tried to hold on to him even as he pulled away from her, falling toward the cabin of the pickup. He turned to the side and filled a rag with his seed.

  “Damn it, West.” Joe plunged into her butt again, then held it there as he groaned and leaned back. He pulled her on top of him, driving his cock hard inside her until she was sure he’d come out the other end.

  Wrapping his arms around her, he took hold of her breasts and pumped, pushing up using his powerful legs. She could do nothing more than use his arms to balance her and try to hang on.

  She drew in his scent, a musky, all-man aroma that spelled testosterone with a capital T. His face was next to her ear and the breath from his short bursts of air flowed over her flesh.

  “Baby, you’re so good. So damn—” He groaned, then lifted her off him. She fell forward as he twisted away and shot his cum onto the bed of the pickup.

  She didn’t have time to catch her breath before Collin dragged her on top of him as his butt fell to the wheel cover. His cock slid into her pussy like it was made for her and he pounded toward the very end of her.

  She cried out, but that cry soon changed to whimpers as he brought his mouth to her nipple and sucked on it hard. Throwing back her hair, she rode him, circling her hips to add to the pleasure.

  The smell of her sex and their semen mixed in the air and she drew in as big a breath as she could manage. Perspiration dotted Collin’s forehead as it did hers and the sound of their flesh meeting as he pummeled into her was like a song of accompaniment to the other noises they made.

  He lifted his hands to her hair and took hold, forcing her to gaze into his eyes. She did, suddenly aware that the moment would be more important than either of them could ever realize.

  “We’re making you ours.” He sought her understanding.

  She nodded, unable to voice all the emotions running rampant through her.

  “Good. Remember that.”

  She nodded again.

  “Sienna?”

  Collin’s face blurred and she cried out as they both turned their releases free. She glanced back, trying to see West and Joe, but they were gone.