Boots and Bareback: Ugly Stick Saloon, Book 3 Page 7

  Tanner gripped the string binding one side of the thong and tugged the bow loose. “Sweet mercy.”

  Gabe untied the other, dragging the tiny scrap of flashy sequins out from under the black chaps.

  Sean worked the bow at her neck.

  The straps slithered across her collarbone, letting the bra fall forward, her breasts spilling out. He quickly loosened the strap at her back and tossed the garment to the ground. Now all she had on were her chaps and boots.

  Feeling decidedly wicked and greedy for having three men where most women settled for one, Isabella pressed her breasts into Gabe’s chest, then backed away, tugging at the metal snaps on his shirt. “I don’t plan on being the only one naked in this scenario.”

  “We can fix that.” Sean ripped his shirt open, the silver snaps popping open with the force. He tossed the shirt across the stage.

  Tanner followed suit, taking it a step further by unbuckling his belt and ripping it free of the loops.

  Isabella quivered, her senses on fire. She pushed Gabe’s shirt over his shoulders.

  He shrugged free of it, the muscles in his chest rippling with every movement.

  Isabella reached for his belt buckle, slipping the belt off. The music played on and she danced away from the men, dangling the belt from her hand, letting it slide over her shoulders and down between her breasts.

  Sean reached for her. “You’re killing us.”

  She slipped away. “I never finished my lap dance.”

  All three men sat as one, flies open, chests bare and ready for anything she might do.

  Her mind winging ahead, she touched her pussy, the warm juices spurring her to action. “Anyone bring protection?”

  Again, all three men moved as one, pulling wallets from back pockets and producing foil packets.

  Gabe’s fist closed around his condom packet. “Isabella, this isn’t part of the bargain.”

  “No, but it sure would be a bonus.” Sean waved his packet. “Mine is ribbed.”

  Tanner’s brow drifted into his usual frown that Isabella found endearing. “What they’re trying to say is, no one’s forcing you to do anything you don’t want to. It’s your choice.”

  Isabella’s brows rose. “Oh, I’ve already chosen.”

  The men leaned forward.

  “Who did you choose?” Sean asked.

  Emboldened by her first sense of feeling sexy, Isabella straddled Sean, loving the coarseness of denim against her bottom. “I choose you.” She plucked the packet from his fingers and tore it open. Then she scooted back on his knees and unzipped his jeans.

  Sean’s fully erect cock sprang free. “You’re not teasing, are you?”

  She leaned forward, her breasts pressing into his hard-muscled chest. “I don’t tease.” Isabella nipped his ear, then slid the condom over his dick, her fingers lingering, caressing his balls. Her heart sped at Sean’s groan. She touched the tip of his cock with her finger. “Now hold that thought.”

  With more grace than she’d ever known she had, she swung off Sean and straddled Tanner’s legs. She pressed a kiss to his furrowed brow. “Don’t look so glum. I also choose you.” With her hand held out, she wiggled her fingers. “Give.”

  He placed the package in her palm. “Are you kidding?”

  “I thought I covered that with Sean.” She slipped his zipper down and scooted off the end of his legs, knelt between his knees and unzipped his jeans.

  His cock burst out of the constraining denim. Tanner let out a long breath. “Thank God.”

  Isabella couldn’t resist, she touched her tongue to the rounded head. “Hmm. More later.” With deft fingers, she rolled the contraceptive over his prick and moved toward Gabe.

  He caught her hands in one of his and yanked her forward.

  She toppled, landing on his lap. “Eager, are we?”

  He growled. “Damn right.” Gabe pressed a hard kiss to her lips and set her back on her feet. With sharp movements, he whipped his dick out of his pants and gripped the foil pouch, ready to tear it open

  She nodded, approvingly. “Don’t cover yours yet. I have something different in mind for you.” With a glance encompassing the three men, excitement ripped through her, making her pussy damp. “Shall we get this show on the road?”

  “Hell, yeah!” All three men yelled as one.

  Isabella tipped her head. A soft, sensual song filtered through the speakers, echoing across the dance floor. Letting the music guide her, she swayed and undulated, her hands rising above her head and then drifting down her body, flicking the tips of her nipples. She nudged Gabe’s knees apart and sank to all fours. “You boys ready?” She shot a glance at Sean and Tanner.

  They sprang to their feet and converged on her and Gabe.

  Isabella reached for Gabe’s cock, her fingers running the length of the thick, hard shaft, from the tiny hole at the top to the base where his balls nestled in curly hairs. Isabella wiggled her ass as she stuck her tongue out to slide it down Gabe’s dick.

  “What do you want us to do?” Sean stood beside her, his huge cock jutting out.

  Tanner snorted. “If you have to ask, you’re too young. Stand back and let the master show you.”

  “Hey.” Sean’s hands fisted.

  Tanner ignored his brother and dropped to his knees between Isabella’s legs and grabbed her hips in his big, coarse hands.

  Gabe’s fingers threaded into Isabella’s hair. “Are you sure you’re up to all three of us? I can get rid of these yahoos and we can be alone.”

  Her stomach fluttered, the thrill of fear creeping in. “No, no. I want all three of you. It’s been one of my fantasies.” And many of her dreams, lately. And if they were concentrating on pleasing her, she might, just maybe get off, or get close enough to actually fake it.

  With her pussy throbbing, her breasts tightened into little peaks, she had to be close. This could be the time she actually came.

  Sean dropped to his knees beside her and grasped her breast in his hand, tweaking the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

  Tanner pressed into her, his cock stretching her channel, reminding her of Gabe and their naughty assignation in the costume room a week ago.

  Electric currents pulsed through her and she took Gabe’s cock into her mouth, sucking at the velvety steel.

  Gabe tugged at Isabella's hair, the pressure causing enough pain it made her eyes water and her pussy flush with fluid.

  Behind her, Tanner sank deeper until his balls bumped against her.

  Isabella’s lips tightened around Gabe and she dragged her teeth up his length, softly scraping his skin.

  His breath hitched and he stilled, his grip on her hair tightening. “Careful.”

  She released his cock and licked it. “Always.” Again, she sucked him into her mouth, loving the warm muskiness of his skin.

  Gabe surged upward, pushing her head down as his cock slid all the way in, until it bumped against the back of her throat.

  Behind her, Tanner had settled into a rhythm, driving in and out of her, his pace increasing with each thrust.

  Sean massaged her breast, pinching her nipples until she gasped. “Look, you can’t be getting much out of this. Let me in there.” He flopped onto his back and scooted his legs between Gabe’s and under the chair, positioning his head beneath Isabella’s pussy.

  When Sean’s tongue touched her clit, fire singed her veins, her molten blood winging its way throughout her body, pooling at her core.

  Hundreds of fingers of flame licked at her nerve endings, making her jerk, her muscles spasm and her pussy clench around Tanner’s cock.

  Unable to catch her breath, she paused, her mouth halfway down Gabe’s shaft.

  Tingles started in her toes and spread, consuming her like a tsunami, engulfing her in a kaleidoscope of brightly colored sensations.

  She gasped, her mouth leaving Gabe’s dick, her fingernails digging into his thighs. “Oh, God!” Isabella closed her eyes, feelings she’d never experienced washing over her, immobilizing her in wave upon wave of shocks.

  Sean touched her again, his tongue swirling around her clit.

  “Stop!” she cried. “I’m going to die. Please, stop.”

  His tongue stilled against the most sensitive spot and remained.

  Isabella rode the wave until she collapsed, her body dropping onto Sean. Tanner slipped free, his cock flagging. “You’ve killed me. I can’t move.”

  Gabe chuckled and reached down to gather her into his arms.

  Sean held on to her thigh. “No, leave her there. She feels pretty darned good.”

  Isabella could only lie there, completely numb, her insides pulsing, the only indication she hadn’t died and gone to heaven. Her cheek nudged Sean’s cock. “My God, you’re huge,” she muttered.

  Her core tightened. Maybe she wasn’t as dead as she’d thought. “I’m okay.” She pushed to her hands and knees and swung her leg over Sean.

  Gabe stood, took her hand and pulled her into his arms. “You had one hell of an orgasm.”

  A smile spread across her face, joy filling her heart. “I did, didn’t I?”

  “Wanna go for another?” Sean stood, brushing the dust off his jeans. “I’m still sheathed and we can change things up to keep it interesting.”

  Gabe glared at Sean. “Give the gal a break.”

  “No.” Isabella turned into Sean’s arms, eager to relive the power of a real honest-to-goodness, holy-cow orgasm. “Show me whatcha got.”

  “Yeehaw!” Sean grabbed her thighs and hiked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Gabe, you wanna make use of that condom, or are ya gonna stand there with your mouth open, catching flies?”

  Sean didn’t waste time, he thrust into her. “Damn, woman, you’re hot.”

  Tanner peeled the condom from his cock, a smile quirking at the corners of his lips. “Tell me about it.”

  Isabella laughed. “That’s a good thing, right?”

  “You bet.” His hands grasping her ass, Sean raised and lowered her, working up to a rhythm. “You about ready there, big brother?”

  Gabe grunted behind Isabella. “Yeah.”

  “Okay.” Sean slid free of Isabella’s pussy.

  “Wait, you’re still hard. We’re not done,” Isabella’s legs tightened around Sean.

  “No, we’re not done.” Sean grinned. “Things are about to get more interesting.” He nodded to Gabe behind her. “Go for it.”

  Gabe’s fingers slid down the crease of Isabella’s ass to the tight little hole of her anus.

  Isabella’s heart skipped a beat, her breath catching and holding. “What are you about to do?”

  His finger slid into her.

  The air whooshed out of Isabella’s lungs. “Oh my God.” She clutched Sean’s shoulders.

  Sean stared down into her eyes. “Okay so far?”

  She nodded, her eyes wide. “Y-yes.” Amazingly, she was eager for more.

  Gabe’s finger left her anus and his cock pressed the entrance.

  “You’re not going to…” Isabella’s gut clenched and she squeezed shut her eyes as Gabe eased into her. “Oh, my. Oh, my… Oh…” She dragged in a shallow breath, then another. The pain subsided and the pressure of Gabe’s cock in her ass seemed more natural.

  Sean loosened his hold on her thighs and eased her down until the head of his cock prodded her pussy. “Ready?”

  “Two?” She gulped. “At once?”

  Tanner laughed. “Babe, you will never be the same. I only wish I was a part of it.”

  “Come here.” She waved him closer and grabbed his naked dick, then nodded. “Ready.”

  With Gabe’s cock in one end, Sean’s cock sliding into her cunt, her hand gripping Tanner, Isabella couldn’t think, breathe or move. Tanner cupped one of her breasts and leaned close to her ear. “Ride it, sweetheart.”

  And she did.

  Chapter Six

  Isabella slept until noon after a fitful night in which all three O’Brien brothers played a big part in keeping her from the rest she needed. She’d never had erotic dreams before she’d met the O’Briens, nor had she considered multiple sex partners in real life, or her most sordid sensual imaginings, until recently.

  But what they’d done in the Ugly Stick Saloon was stuff fantasies were made of.

  And her dreams… Whew!

  All three men had been in her dreams, in her bed at one time, each trying to win her over by performing lewd and wonderfully lascivious deeds on her body, touching her in places she’d only heard about or watched in the occasional porn movie.

  The T-shirt she’d worn to bed lay crumpled on the floor, the sheets had been shoved to the bottom of the bed and she’d awakened to find her legs wrapped around a pillow, her pussy throbbing, her mind and body humming with the images of the three men lying naked beside, beneath and over her.

  Her nipples remained puckered from the dream-licking they’d taken and her cunt throbbed, still aching from all the times she’d been fucked by one brother after the other.

  Isabella lay back for a long moment, letting the sun shining through the window warm her bare skin. Her hand slid down her ribs toward her belly and lower. She threaded her fingers into the hairs guarding her clit, riding the wave of desire left over from the aftermath of her disturbed slumber.

  What would it feel like to have all three O’Brien men in her bed, not in a saloon?

  Isabella closed her eyes, sliding a finger between her folds, envisioning Gabe licking her there, while Tanner with his brooding eyes and huge, thick cock, nudged from behind. Sean would be lying beside her thumbing her nipples, sucking them deep into his mouth, bragging that his cock was bigger than his brothers’. When they were done, he’d prove his bragging held merit.

  A moan rose from Isabella’s throat. When she flicked her clit with the tip of her finger, her body tensed, her back arching off the mattress.

  Raw hunger washed over her, wave after wave of electrical tingles shooting through every nerve in her body, burning a path straight to her core.

  Her finger dipped into her pussy, coming out drenched in the honey of her desire. She swept it to the bundle of nerves, slathering the juices over and over.

  A warm tongue, strong, thick fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, broad shoulders pressing against her inner thighs…

  Yes. Right there.

  Another flick and she stilled, her body tightening as a sensation so intense rocketed her up and over the threshold she thought unattainable.

  Isabella held her breath, riding the surge to the end when she collapsed against the sheet.

  Her eyes widened.

  For the first time in years, she’d given herself an orgasm, the feeling so powerful it left her body trembling.

  And she’d done it by herself on the tail-end of an explosive night followed by a dream about the three handsome cowboys that had shown her what put the “O” in orgasm.

  Her doorbell rang, startling her out of her sex-induced euphoria.

  She leaped out of the bed, snatching up her discarded T-shirt and a pair of shorts.

  Halfway to the door, dragging on her clothes, the doorbell rang again and Isabella tripped over her shorts and almost fell.

  By the time she reached the door, she’d earned a bruise and was breathing hard, her body still warm and tingly from masturbation.

  The doorbell rang again.

  Isabella grabbed the knob and jerked the door open. “Where’s the damned fire?”

  Gabe O’Brien, holding a bunch of wildflowers, smiled. “No fire, just me.”

  Her first impulse was to yank Gabe into the house, strip the clothes off his back and make love to him on the cool tile floor.

  A warm, Texas wind wafted through the doorway, bringing with it the dry scent of dust, reminding Isabella of the last time she’d made love to Daniel. The day they’d split—the same day he’d fired her.

  She squelched the urge to jump Gabe’s bones. No matter how good he’d been in her dreams, she was raw and a little shy after having achieved the big “O” with the three O’Briens. “What do you want?”

  “I want to take you out…alone.”

  Fear knotted her belly. Maybe all three, but not just one. Not yet. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea. Last night…was…well…I don’t know.” Magical. The sexual highlight of my life. Incredibly insane? Her gaze shot to his, her cheeks burning as if the man could read her lurid thoughts.

  “Okay, let’s not call it a date. It’s an outing.”

  “What’s the difference?” She crossed her arms, refusing to relieve him of the wildflowers no matter how touching. Isabella much preferred wild to the hothouse variety.

  “I promise not to make a pass or anything like I would on a regular date. I just want to take you somewhere I know you’ll enjoy.”

  Her eyes narrowed. “I have to work this evening.”

  “I’ll only take a couple hours of your time.” He drew an X over his chest and held his fingers up in a poor attempt at a scout’s salute. “Promise.”

  His face appeared so open and honest, his eyes wide and hopeful. “Please, take a chance. You won’t regret it.”

  Her frown deepening, Isabella tried to hold on to her resistance, but failed miserably. “Fine.” She glanced down at her rumpled T-shirt and threadbare shorts. “Is what I have on good enough?”

  His gaze slipped over her from top to toe, a smile curving his lips. “It’s more than good enough, if we were staying here. But we’re not. Get some jeans and cowboy boots on. If you have a hat, that would be a good idea as well.” He glanced up. “No clouds in the sky, which means the sun’s gonna be hot today.”

  “Oh, you mean outing as in outside.” She hesitated. “I don’t know. I’m really tired.” From having sex with you and your brothers. More heat suffused her cheeks.

  “Please.”

  When he put it like that, with soulful green eyes, her hand dropped from the doorknob. “Okay, then. Give me a minute to pull myself together.” She turned, leaving him standing in the open doorway. “You might as well come in.”

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