Nobody's Prey [Liberty Springs Wyoming 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 4

  The blast of cold air as Colt entered was welcome, his words less so. “Wipe your chin, Con. You’re drooling.”

  Josh turned with a cocky grin, zipping up fresh jeans. “I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist a peek. Like what you see, Connie?”

  “The packaging’s nice, Josh. There’s never been any problem there. I just like a few things in my men you and Colt seem to lack, humility for one.”

  “It’s not arrogance when it’s true, it’s just confidence. We are that good.” Josh even said it with a straight face.

  Connie threw her hands up in the air and let out a barely restrained scream of frustration. She knew better than to spar verbally with either of the twins. She bashed on the door to the bathroom. “Are you finished yet, Beau?”

  “You’re right, come in.”

  With her eyes to the floor in case Beau had a surprise for her, too, Connie entered the humid heat of the tiled room. But Beau had a towel secured at his lean waist and was scraping a razor down his cheek in front of the white marble and hardwood vanity.

  “Are they still breathing?”

  “Only because I came in here.” She didn’t even try to avert her gaze away from Beau.

  “I’ve already contacted both ranches. Emilio said everyone got home all right at your end. He’ll make sure your new hands keep busy, and Cody thinks it’s all a great adventure.”

  “God knows what he’ll get up to without me there. He won’t even take a bath without being told, and half the time he forgets to use soap.”

  “Speaking of which, there’s a big tub behind that half wall there if you want to soak.” His eyes met hers in the steam-kissed mirror, and for the first time ever she looked away. His kiss and Colt’s revelation still haunted her. She went to check out the bath for want of something else to do. The antique claw-foot bath had silver mounted spigots and a side table full of salts, bodywashes, shampoos, conditioners, and lotions. The allure of soaking in a tub full of mineral salts after three days in the saddle with only a sponge bath was too much to pass up. She started the water running and began sniffing the different-hued crystals.

  “Try the wild rose. That’s the dark-pink one.” She brought it to her nose. It smelled like her favorite perfume, the one she wore whenever there was a chance she might run into Beau. “I chose that one.”

  She wrinkled her nose as she sniffed a deep-purple one labeled Satin Sheets. “I bet Josh chose the purple one. It smells like a whorehouse.”

  “You called it.” He came to lean on the tiled privacy wall. “I’ll leave you to it. Colt will probably come in for a shower, but as long as you stay in the bath and don’t come out swinging at him, your modesty should be safe.”

  “Can you find a shirt for me? All I got is what I’m wearing. I’ll wash it and put it in front of the fire to dry.”

  A grin lit Beau’s face. “Pass them here. There’s a diesel generator in a cellar we put out back and a washer and dryer in the room under the cabin—roughing it ain’t what it used to be.”

  “Apparently not. Give me a minute and I’ll pass them out.”

  “Gone shy on me, CJ?” Light-gray eyes taunted mockingly.

  Shy? Not likely. Connie held his gaze while her hands went to her jeans. She pushed them to the floor, taking her socks off with them. Beau swallowed when she started on the buttons of her shirt, making her forget the tremble in her fingers. Color gathered on his cheekbones as she pushed it off her shoulders, and he finally broke. His eyes devoured her. Nipples hardened and distended with alacrity beneath his scrutiny, and she knew there would be a damp mark telling its own story on her emerald-green panties.

  She reached back behind her to unhook her bra, and Beau’s Adam’s apple bobbed once more. He turned away with a muttered oath before she bared her breasts.

  “Gone shy on me, Beau?” She threw his taunt back at him.

  “Nope, just preserving my sanity.”

  Connie shimmied out of her panties and picked all her dirty clothing up. Beau wordlessly extended his hand behind him, and she piled the clothing on it. “Don’t let either of the twins near my underwear.”

  “I’d be more worried about yourself than your underwear, Connie.” Beau left the room on silent feet.

  The water was just the right side of too hot, making her have to slide in gingerly. She couldn’t hold back the sigh of pleasure as she finally settled in the heated depths.

  “What’s a man gotta do to get that sound from you, CJ?”

  Connie rolled her eyes. There was just no escaping them. “Nothing you could do would feel half this good, Colt.” She scooped the bubbles to more strategic locations just before he popped his head over the wall.

  “Is that a challenge?” His voice held just as much hope as his face.

  “No. Piss off and leave me alone. Interrupting my bath time is a serious crime.”

  His lips curled in a sexy grin. “Just whistle if you need me, beautiful. I’ll be right over there making sure I’m squeaky clean.”

  The sounds of Colt stripping off and getting in the shower weren’t enough to distract her from the pleasure of the mineral-laced water. Tiredness leeched out of her saddle-weary muscles, and bliss settled in bone-deep. The only thing better would be a full-body massage. She smiled as she lathered up her hair. That would probably be readily obtainable in the present company, but the cost would be more than she was willing to pay.

  Beau’s friendship was worth too much to her to risk it all for a night or two of pleasure. Hell, even Colt and Josh had a place in her heart that sex would only ruin. They might drive her crazy, but those two would move heaven and earth if she asked them. No matter how much she wanted to be touched again, that was a cost she wasn’t ready to bear.

  No, she’d wait until the end of summer and see what the big Oklahoman had to offer. With his slow hands and gentle manner, Hal promised a pleasurable night, but the thought of seducing him wasn’t half as enthralling as the memory of Beau’s kiss.

  The conditioner smelled like wildflowers as she worked it through her hair. She could get used to a few little luxuries again in her life. She’d lived a Spartan life over the last five years, but perhaps it was time to find some middle ground between Jake’s spoiling and the work-oriented life she was living now.

  The water stopped running in the shower, and she could hear Colt drying himself—his feet moving on the wet tile, the rub of expensive cotton on hard flesh, wet hair being ruffled—intimate little noises that painted a vivid picture inside her mind. The rasp of a hand being dragged over stubble sent erotic shivers down her spine. Neither Josh nor Colt had a heavy beard thanks to their father’s Indian heritage, while all-Anglo Beau had to shave daily to keep his face smooth. He also had a dusting of hair across his chest neither of the twins sported. Connie loved a hairy chest, that stark reminder of the differences between the genders, but with the amount of hard-packed muscle beneath Colt’s and Josh’s smooth, silken skin, no one would ever call them feminine.

  “You sure you don’t want me to scrub your back, Con?”

  “I do it just fine by myself, Colt,” she assured him.

  “Don’t say I didn’t ask.”

  Connie breathed a frustrated sigh, her hand splayed across her collarbone, as he left the opulent bathroom. Her whole body ached with the need for release. Water lapped at her breasts in erotic torture, and gooseflesh spread up her arms as her skin sensitized, feeling too tight for her body. There was no way she could face the Prestons en masse with the need upon her so hard. Her hand slid lower, grazing her breast on its southward journey.

  There was more than one thing she could do just fine by herself.

  Her clit danced beneath the pad of her finger, quivering and then relaxing beneath the first stroke. The water washed away her slickness, forcing her to go slow when all she wanted was to come hard and fast and probably go back for seconds. Frustration built, and she slipped out of the water. She wrapped a towel around her hair and perched on the side of the tu
b, feet in the water and her back against the cool tile of the half wall. This time, her finger slid in her natural lubrication, and pleasure splintered through her body.

  Her orgasm built, coming closer and closer as her finger flicked faster at her swollen flesh and the other hand pinched at a nipple. An ache grew deep within her, an emptiness inside her cunt that demanded satisfaction. Releasing her stiffened nipple, the other hand slid down to join its mate, intent on spearing two fingers deep and high in an attempt to assuage the aching void inside. But a big hand caught her wrist, the grip as hard and uncompromising as steel.

  Her gaze flew up to collide with light-gray eyes smoldering with fiery heat. “We could do so much more for you than those skinny little fingers ever could, baby.”

  “Beau!” Connie jerked away, reaching for another towel. “Didn’t anyone teach you to knock?” She stepped out of the water, her engorged clit beating a fevered tempo between her thighs as she dried her body.

  “I expected to find you neck deep in bubbles, not driving yourself to orgasm when there are two men on the other side of that door who would kill for a chance to lend you a hand.”

  Anger and arousal fought for supremacy. Her turmoil let the devil on her shoulder have its say. “I don’t see you offering to help, Beau.”

  The oldest Preston brother seemed to swell larger. Veins pounded in his neck, and one throbbed alarmingly at his temple. Connie swallowed and took a backward step.

  “For three long years I’ve been waiting for you to come to me. For three fucking years, my life has revolved around you. I’m tired of it, Connie, tired of waiting, tired of pining away like a lovesick teenager and turning a blind eye while you seduce boys into doing a man’s job.” With each statement he backed her up farther.

  The door handle pressed into her bare back. One hand clutched the towel protectively at her chest, the other attacked the door. Her heartbeat pounded, arousal spiced with…not fear but trepidation. This Beau was a man she didn’t know.

  “I know you want me as much as I want you, Connie. That kiss proved it. Why didn’t you come to me?” His eyes bored into hers like lasers.

  “You mean too much to me to ruin it with sex, Beau.” Her hand found the handle and turned. Fuck it! It opened inward.

  Beau slammed his hand against the door, dashing any hope of escape. “‘What happens on the mountain stays on the mountain.’ You know that. Let go, Connie. For just this time, give in to it and see where it goes. I need you so damn much.” The truth of his words shone from him.

  “I want to, Beau. I want to so much. But I can’t let go. I don’t know how to give up control.”

  “There’s a simple way around that, baby. I’ll do exactly what you did to that mustang when you broke him. I’ll take choice out of the equation and see how you handle it.” The fierceness of his gaze was a far cry from the even-tempered man she knew.

  An erotic tremor ran down her spine and curled her toes against the marble tile. The idea of Beau taking her by force hit every damn button she had. “You wouldn’t!”

  “Oh, I will, baby,” he assured her, “but only up to a point. You’re not getting my cock until you beg for it.”

  Damn! Why did that make her so freakin’ hot?

  His hand left the door, raking down his smooth-shaven face as he clearly reached for some kind of control. Connie seized the opportunity, jerking the door open and slipping through the gap. She headed for the bed, hoping to put the wide piece of furniture between them. Her euphoria was short lived. She turned to see Beau following determinedly, but it was the hard wall of hot flesh she backed into that stole her breath and what was left of her wits. Her knuckles tightened on the towel that was only a token toward modesty, covering no more than the centreline of her body.

  Seductive words and heated promises she could handle, but touch was a different story. Her skin rejoiced instantly at the contact. Endorphins flooded her system and muscles writhed, settling her even more fully against Josh’s so-warm chest.

  “Holy shit! It’s gotta be Christmas.” His hands settled on her bare hips. “Hey, Colt! Look what just landed in my lap,” he called.

  Beau stalked closer. Connie clutched the towel in front of her like a shield, but the kiss of cold air as the front door opened and closed let her know one nipple was uncovered. Beau’s eyes remained locked on hers, raw hunger painted in every line of his lean face.

  Colt approached in her peripheral vision. “What did I miss?”

  “Fucked if I know, but things just got interestin’ round here.” Josh’s chest rumbled between her shoulder blades, the vibrations streaking straight to her clit.

  The twins were forgotten as Beau reached her. Gray eyes boring into her, he plucked the towel from her unprotesting fingers. With a tug, the one from her head joined it on the floor. Connie’s chin lifted as he crowded her, her throat stretching in an effort to hold his gaze. While she could keep looking at him, she felt she could claim some semblance of control. Then his body fell against her, one denim-clad thigh riding against her mound, his heated, bare chest inflaming her swollen breasts, and his lips joined with hers in a kiss that ripped all illusions of being in charge from her grasp.

  There was nothing gentle about this kiss. Strong and sure, his mouth demanded her compliance. His lips were softer than satin, but he used them ruthlessly, eating at her mouth and inciting a hunger that burned with the white heat of phosphorous. The first lash of his tongue brought a whimper from her throat—a sound that had never before left her lips. Beau groaned deep and low in response and doubled his efforts.

  Her leg climbed his hip shamelessly, a hand caressing it that didn’t belong to Beau. Even Josh shifting to the side, allowing Colt’s chest contact with her back, couldn’t break the spell Beau wove with lips and teeth and tongue. Callused hands stroked every inch of her skin, while synchronized lips found each shoulder. Husky whispers were lost to the blood rushing feverishly through her ears.

  Pleasure swamped her, coiling the oiled lash of need tighter and tighter in her womb until Connie was sure she would die from arousal. “God! Please, Beau.” She sucked air into her heaving chest and then moaned wantonly when he bit her jawline. “I need you so bad.”

  “One minute and you’re ready to cave? I thought you’d put up more of a fight than that.” Lust infused Beau’s features as he nipped her again, bringing color to his cheekbones and a heavy sensuality to his lips and stormy eyes. “I hope you can handle hard and fast, Con, because right now that’s all I’m capable of.”

  “Anything, I just need you inside me so bad.”

  “I’ll be one moment, baby.” He kissed her hard and then pulled away, striding for the dresser.

  Only when he wasn’t touching her did she become acutely aware of the twins’ attentions. Josh’s hand feathered over her ass and then gripped and kneaded the resilient flesh. Colt’s teeth scraped her neck as his hand came up to cup her breast. His hungry growl sent shivers down her spine. “Christ, you’re beautiful. The moment Beau’s finished, we’re going to show you more pleasure than you’ve ever imagined, sweetheart.” He kissed her slow and sweet, in no way trying to compete with Beau’s masterful effort. When he lifted his head he nodded toward his elder brother returning. “He’s been hungry for you for too long, Connie. I hope you can handle him.” His enigmatic smile puzzled her.

  Beau had a foil packet between his teeth and his hands reached for his jeans. A quick roll of his wrists had the button undone and his fly peeled open readily. He bent, shoving the denim down his legs and screening her view of what he had uncovered. When he straightened back up, the sight of his erect cock caught her breath in her throat.

  Beau’s body was all strong, lean lines. He had an elegance of form to rival any underwear model. But his cock was a rude, thick club, heavily veined and angry red, the disparity with his body shocking and so damn erotic it sent cream trailing down her thigh.

  Colt’s cryptic smile made perfect sense now. That thing was wider tha
n her wrist!

  “Gonna wimp out on me now, Con?” Beau stroked the thick flesh deliberately as he smoothed the rubber on.

  Colt rolled her nipple, but she didn’t need his encouragement. It had been a long time since she’d felt the intoxicating stretch of possession, and her cunt ached just looking at the bounty before her. She’d make it fit.

  “Not likely.” She stepped away from the twins and reached out, wrapping her hand around his cock. The rampant flesh leapt at her touch. Her fingers had no hope of meeting around his girth. “Lube might be smart.”

  Beau smiled and lifted her thigh back to his hip. His fingers found the syrupy folds of her pussy. “We don’t need any lube, baby. If you were any wetter we’d all drown.”

  Two fingers thrust deep, tearing a cry from her lips but doing little to assuage the ache within. Her muscles clamped down desperately.

  He sucked in a rough breath. “You’re gonna fit me like a goddamn glove.”

  Connie wrapped her arms around Beau’s neck and locked her legs behind his back as he lifted her to him. The thick heat of his cock branded her pussy. He gripped her ass for support, cutting her impatient writhing short with a hard squeeze. “Look at me, baby. I want to watch those cat eyes of yours as you take me.”

  The wide, crested head of his cock lodged at her entrance, and her flesh sucked hungrily at him. “Don’t make me wait, Beau.”

  “I’ve waited three years, Connie. A few minutes won’t hurt you.” The teasing light in his gaze did little for her sanity.

  She growled and nipped his lip, using the strength in her thighs to work him deeper. Beau appeared to forget about making her wait. His head went back, and the groan that rumbled through him vibrated straight along her clit. Slits of gray gleamed beneath his heavy lashes. “Go on, baby. Take what you need.” His grip eased, allowing her to sink deeper.

  His fat cock split her wide. The pressure as she worked him deeper into her cunt sent her pleasure receptors into ecstasy. So wide, so strong! There was no pain, just an unparalleled pleasure that went bone deep. Mated as closely as their position would allow, Connie still wanted more. She groaned her frustration.