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  “And…and…” Momentarily lost in pleasure, he tilted his head back and opened his legs wider. Why hadn’t he taken the lead in their relationship earlier? Holy mother mercy and…

  “Sir, I…” Marcy’s voice filtered into the room.

  Michael licked his lips as he raised his head and he simply rolled his chair back, encouraging Bart to follow his lead. “Yes, Marcy?” When Bart was safely tucked under his desk, his mouth working feverishly, he attempted to sit up and smile brightly. Somehow the sucking grew stronger. Bart was going to make him suffer. A single bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face.

  “Um…” Smiling, Marcy titled her head as she placed her hand on her hip. “Murphy Manufacturing might just be back on board. Of course if you can whip our boy into shape.” She wagged her finger in his direction.

  And Michael simply grinned.

  “Somehow I think you’re already in the process of doing just that.” She turned to leave.

  “Marcy?” Michael asked casually.

  “Yes, sir?”

  “Take Friday off. I have some matters of control I need to give my full attention to.” Michael grinned like a kid as Bart continued to suck.

  “Why yes, sir. Thank you sir,” she breathed.

  “And thank you for your hard work.”

  Her eyes twinkling, she turned to go then shot a glance over her shoulder. “I forgot to say howdy, Bart. I hope you both have a wonderful evening.”

  Michael had a feeling things were going to change around the company and for the better.

  Lick…

  Rough Rider

  “Does the little filly need help?” His deep voice boomed in the late afternoon sun.

  “Why thank you kindly, Rusty but I’m a big girl. I think I can handle myself.” Brittany Stevens yawned and looked away, acting as nonchalant as she could manage, but every cell in her body was screaming with need. When he brushed his hand across the small of her back her knees began to knock. She bit her lip to keep from moaning. She glanced at the second cowboy, the one she’d been teasing mercilessly for years, and envisioned a sinful ménage, complete with whips and chains. Rusty Porter and Granger Dawson were two of the sexiest men she’d even known. Hot and wet didn’t begin to describe the way she was feeling.

  “You know, I think the little lady needs some attention.”

  There was something very dark and dangerous about the way Granger said the words. “Oh I need attention all right, but I don’t think you boys can handle me. No, I know you can’t.” Giving them both a heated look, she walked her mare closer to the barn, every nerve standing on end. Would they follow? Would the simply walk away? Out of the corner of her eye she could tell her best friend knew what was going on by the mischievous look in Fiona’s eyes. Refusing to turn around, Brittany hummed a tune, pretending she wasn’t about ready to cream her tiny thong.

  When she heard nothing for a full minute she finally turned around, expecting only Fiona and a long ‘I told you so’.

  Rusty wrapped one hand around Brittany’s wrist, dragging her forward. “We can handle you princess and we will, but every bit of what we do will be on our terms. Do you understand?”

  Before she had a chance to say anything Granger flanked Rusty’s side, pointing his index finger. Easing his arm toward her, he lowered his head as he placed the tip of his finger on her nose. “I think you need to be taken over my knee, spanked like the bad little girl you are.”

  “You wouldn’t dare!” Brittany scoffed.

  “I think they would, sugar,” Fiona piped in.

  Rusty leaned over and nuzzled into Brittany’s ear. “Just try us.”

  She closed her eyes, her entire body quivering from their touch, the intensity of their words. For a few seconds she was drawn to a delicious dream of being tied and flogged.

  “Earth to Brittany.”

  The sound of Fiona’s voice dragged her away from her incredible fantasy. Blinking, she was surprised to see the two men well over a hundred yards away. Had she been dreaming this? She took several steps and exhaled slowly, one too many wicked thoughts coursing through her mind.

  “Let’s go ahead and…”

  Barely hearing a word her friend was saying, Brittany moaned as she breathed their names. Along with something like fuck me wild men. Shaking her head, she knew she was in so much trouble around the rough-hewn men.

  “What in the world are you saying, girl?” Laughing Fiona patted the mare’s flanks, a mischievous grin on her face. “I couldn’t hear you.”

  Brittany gave Fiona a heated glance before gazing toward the two cowboys who were walking up the grassy knoll, sunlight casting a heavenly glimmer down their stunning bodies. Her pussy clenched just thinking about how sexy they were. “What I said was before tonight is over I’m going to fuck both of them like an insatiable, bucking bronco.” The words blurted out, she wasn’t shocked. No, this was exactly what she’d been longing for and damn it, her wicked fantasy was going to come true.

  Coughing, Fiona shook her head. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I kinda like the wild and wicked side.”

  “I’m hungry and those two hunks are the perfect snack.” She’d never been so utterly brazen her entire life, preferring to have a relationship with one man at a time. But these two dominating and very demanding men were like candy and she needed to feast. The truth was, she craved giving up her usual control, if only for a single night of raw, uninhibited passion.

  “As your best friend, perhaps your only friend, I have to remind you about all the diseases in the world.”

  “Oh come on. I’ve known them practically my whole life,” Brittany cooed as she handed off her horse’s reins to the stable boy and continue to think about all the naughty things she could…no would do with them.

  “You’ve just moved back here and somehow I don’t think that constitutes you knowing Granger and Rusty but so well. No matter what you think, those men have changed.”

  “How so?” Brittany remained unfettered, hunger building.

  Fiona leaned over, giving her a haughty look. “They like to tie up women. So I’ve been told anyway.”

  “Uh-huh. Said almost as if you know from personal experience.”

  “Muah?” She batted her eyelashes. “Not me but the tales around town are pretty steep. Just watch out or you might just end up in their clutches.”

  “What’s wrong with that?” Brittany could certainly see herself being tied down to the two men. Giggling, she brushed her hand down the swell of her breasts. My, oh my, could she ever.

  Shaking her head Fiona folded her arms. “You certainly aren’t the little wallflower you were a few years ago.”

  “Fiona!” But the truth was, Brittany was much different than she used to be. Thank God, in her opinion.

  “Just sayin’. They’re hot but they’re a handful. Just hear what I’m saying to you.” Latching the gate stall, she winked.

  “And what else do you know? Do they like to do it in the ass or perhaps go to kink clubs where flogging is on the menu?” How she loved to goad her bestie.

  “What I do know is it’s time for a tall glass of wine.” Without giving her another glance, Fiona headed away from the barn.

  Okay so Brittany had to admit, the two men were completely different than when she’d left Montana almost ten years before. Now they were hot. Sizzling. My, oh my. Giggling, she managed to trail behind Fiona and toward the main house. Living at a dude ranch certainly had its share of delicious perks, including seeing hunky cowboys all day long. A few seconds later she broke her lust filled trance and followed Fiona onto the back patio.

  “Red or white?” Fiona asked, her look chastising.

  “Red. Blood red to be exact.”

  “Uh-huh. I can see we have a pussy cat by the tail.”

  “More like a tiger. Ggggrrr!” Giving Fiona a weighted look, Brittany had to laugh. She hadn’t been with a man in so long she wasn’t
certain she knew how to use anything but a vibrating piece of rubber.

  Fiona shook her head as she popped the cork on a bottle of red wine. Pouring two glasses, she pushed one in Brittany’s direction before huffing. “Okay I’ll bite. Do you really want to take on both men?”

  “Like a wild woman.” Turning to face her friend, she licked the rim of her wine glass and took a huge gulp before continuing. “Granger is the ultimate in white chocolate, delectable and all I want is to lick him until I get to the rock hard center. And Rusty is heavenly and sinful dark chocolate, oh so scintillating to the touch. I crave being pushed hard across perhaps this table, one cock shoved into my pussy and the other into my mouth. In my opinion the perfect sandwich cookie. Mmm… Finger licking good.” There was that moment, the very stilling moment, when she realized without a shadow of a doubt they were no longer alone.

  “That is an incredible vision. Scandalous and so very decadent,” Fiona breathed as she brought her wine glass to her lips and lifted her gaze, a look of pure mischief in her eyes.

  “And we have company, don’t we?” Brittany managed to bark, her throat dry and her heart racing. Inhaling, she knew the answer given the incredible scent of all men’s cologne wafting in her direction.

  Crack!

  Brittany would know the sound of a rope slapping hard against the cool, tile floor any day. Talk about lassoing. Whew. She gulped and pressed her hands down on her pants.

  “Finger licking good?”

  Rusty’s voice was such a powerful aphrodisiac, the deep timbre all but driving her insane with desire. He was the most gorgeous black man she’d ever laid eyes on and his eyes, face, chest and the rest of his carved body were breathtaking.

  “I think she needs a lesson in submitting. Don’t you? And she needs that spanking we mentioned.”

  The voice was husky, sensual and dripping with sexual innuendos. And Brittany could melt into the tile floor. “Granger.” God, oh God what were they going to do? Did she care? Holy moly she wanted nothing but wicked sex. She turned around and the way they were looking at her was flat out depraved. This very moment was like being a little girl with two perfect Ken dolls in front of her. Holy fuck. And they’d come loaded for bear. The thick rope Rusty held in his hand was both inviting as well as terrifying. There was a moment she knew they were going to tie her up, use as they saw fit. And lordy she was so ready. She looked at the other man and her knees knocked, yet Granger had been the single man she would have fallen head over heels in love with years before. Right now she could have both in her life forever. Oh yes she was in so much trouble.

  “None other, sugar and I think you were talking about Rusty and myself,” Granger murmured, his expression telling everyone exactly what he was thinking. And what he was hungering for.

  “Somehow I don’t think I’m needed here any longer,” Fiona mused as she patted Brittany on the arm.

  “We can take care of the girl in all the right ways,” Rusty said as he moved closer, twirling the rope in his hand.

  Chuckling, Fiona winked at Brittany and as she refilled her wine and gave all three a shameless grin. She purred, the tone exaggerated.

  Brittany shook her head. Her friend enjoyed the melodramatic a bit too much.

  “You mean in the ways she needs, the ones she craves, and with using a strong hand,” Granger added.

  “Oh no doubt. Just watch cause I think you might have to tie the wild girl down.” Fiona’s eyes flashed.

  There was no way Brittany could be any wetter than she was. In truth, she had to fight to keep from panting. A strong hand? Mmm… They’re just men. That’s it. Men. But they were so much more to her. They might be… Nope. She couldn’t think that way. As her best friend walked away, leaving her very much alone with two voracious men, she steadied her nerves and turned to face them. Her butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-your-mouth look was met with amusement. She took two steps back, her eyes never leaving the rope. Rusty was the state rope ‘em and ride ‘em champion and she knew better than to challenge him. Well, maybe just a little. “I was just reminiscing about old times.”

  “Old times?” Granger asked as he inched closer. “From what I heard you were considering eating us for supper and then some. Funny thing is, I think we might be doing the consuming.”

  “I guess that would make me the tasty chocolate cream dessert,” Rusty added as he crowded her space, sliding the end of the rope down the length of her arm.

  Oh boy, oh boy. She hadn’t been prepared for the full court press. Unsure of what to say, she looked back and forth between them, her nipples scraping hard against the tiny top she realized she was wearing. Darting a glance across the beautiful landscape, she could see there wasn’t anyone around – at least yet. Hmm… “Well, boys.”

  “Boys?” Rusty asked as he laughed. “I have a feeling you need several lessons. Hard whippings.”

  “In fact, I think it’s time to show her that we’re the boss around here, head of household. Granger huffed as he ripped off his shirt.

  “Fuck me…” Brittany breathed, her heart fluttering for all the right reasons. Head of household meant they were serious. Had she known this all along? All the late night fantasies and time spent with vibrators were now pushed into the outer reaches of her mind. Granger had been a demanding boy so many years before and all controlling, but now this was on a completely different level.

  “Deal accepted and that mouth of yours is going to garner you a whipping,” Rusty growled and grabbed her around the waist, yanking her against his chest.

  A whipping? Oh God… The feel of his hard body pressed against her, in all his throbbing glory, was enough to make her swoon. She gripped his massive forearms and didn’t realize a moan escaped her lips until Rusty grinned and crushed his mouth over hers. Now she was melting into a molten pool of chocolate as he lifted her off her feet. Their tongues entwining, she slid her arms around his waist as the taste of him filled her with the kinds of fantasies no good girl should have. All the while the rope stayed close to her body, reminding her in no uncertain terms what he was going to do with the bindings.

  “Yes, very nice. I think it’s going to be sheer joy taming you.” Granger moved behind her, yanking her shirt from her riding pants. “And today you’re going to learn a very powerful lesson. Never tease two dominating men lest you receive a lesson you’ll never forget.”

  They moved quickly, giving her little time to react, and suddenly Brittany couldn’t think straight. She wasn’t a prude but doing this in the open where any of the ranch hands could see, perhaps join in? Oh my God! Throw your inhibitions to the wind. Her little voice was nagging but so very right.

  Rusty kept her in his arms, the heat growing more passionate. Brittany moaned into the kiss the second Granger unbuttoned her shirt, tugging the material back. When he cupped her breasts, kneading and squeezing, she pushed hard against Rusty, breaking the connection and whimpering. “Shit…I…”

  Granger intertwined his fingers in her hair and yanked her head back as he breathed a swath of hot air across her cheek. “We’re going to take you in every hole, sweet princess. But first you have to learn to obey.”

  “Obey?” Her voice was barely audible. Obey was a nirvana of words, one she so longed to hear.

  “Obey without question. Just imagine what it’s going to feel like with two stiff cocks thrust inside of you,” Rusty lowered his voice as he took a step back. Growling, he held up the rope and nodded before deliberately laying the woven strands on top of the table. “And we’re going to make certain that you don’t get away.” Tilting his head, he narrowed his eyes as he unfastened her button and zipper.

  I’ve died and gone to heaven. Brittany was so over heated she could barely think straight. They’d played this game for over a week, testing the waters. She’d teased them with lust filled looks and dressing scantily in provocative clothing. She’d brushed against them and made certain she moaned at all the right times, doing everything she c
ould to entice the men who’d embroiled every sinful dream. Right now she didn’t care if she was in the middle of a crowded airport. She wanted these two men to take her, fuck her and dominate her. “Yes. I will obey.”

  “Good girl.”

  Pushing her forward, Granger jerked down the back of her pants, exposing her ass, the slip of a thong hiding nothing. He rubbed her ass cheeks as he nuzzled into her neck. “Are you hot and wet?”

  Sweet lord was she.

  Crack!

  “Oooohh!” Screeching, Brittany hadn’t quite anticipated the hard strike.

  “When we ask you a question you answer.”

  Rusty’s voice was dark, the tone laced with a hint of danger, and in the next few seconds Brittany remained mesmerized as the two men undressed her, exposing her naked and vulnerable body to the sunshine. And the viewing pleasure of any man or woman who happened their way. “Bad girl.” He pulled up the rope, brushing the frazzled end down from her neck to the swell of her breasts. Grabbing her wrists with one hand, he held them together as he wound the thick strands around tightly. When he’d secured both he stepped back and tweaked her nipple.

  Blinking furiously, Brittany exhaled slowly in an attempt to remain quiet. Learn to obey. Oh my God. She was really doing this. Learning to obey was something else entirely. All the teasing and all the tempting words they’d shared over the last few days had led to this. Somehow she’d thought she was in control of the situation. How wrong she’d been.

  As the sound of the sexy cowboy wrapping his fingers around her thong, ripping the thin lace, she whimpered. The strangled moan floated toward the sky.

  “Do you enjoy the vulnerability imagining someone finding us, watching us?” Granger lowered his head, nipping the side of her neck. Darting his tongue out, he licked all the way down the swell of her breasts before taking her nipple into his mouth.

  “Yes…” Tilting her head back, she moaned when Rusty kicked out her legs, sliding the palms of his hands down to her mound. My God the men were moving fast. He jerked her against him, the force pushing a moan from her body. She lolled her head back as Granger bit down, the slice of pain sending a wave of anguish as well as pleasure soaring into every cell. “Oh…ohoh…”