In a Cowboy’s Bed Page 6

  “I don’t want to be left alone.” Her soft objection had his gaze moving to her.

  “Heather, you don’t owe me or Ned—”

  Ned cut Ben off, “I already told her that before.”

  “I know I don’t owe you. I mean, I’m going to pay you back for whatever you bought for the car at the store, but as for the other thing . . . I don’t want to be with you because I feel like I have to. I just want to.” She shrugged, looking young and shy, and making Ben wish he’d checked her driver’s license just to make sure she wasn’t lying about her age.

  Dammit. He was as bad as Ned, thinking with his dick and forgetting the consequences. But when she looked at him like that, sexy and uncertain at the same time, her teeth sinking into her lower lip, all of the blood left his brain and headed south.

  His heart pounded. “All right. Then I guess we should go inside.”

  “I thought it might be fun out here.” She glanced from him to Ned.

  “Hell, yeah. Out here can be very fun.” Ned grinned.

  Ben loved the idea, but the part of this brain still functioning knew it wasn’t practical. “What if someone drives up?”

  “We’re behind the barn. If anyone drives up, we’ll hear them on the gravel drive first. By the time they come looking for us back here, we’ll all be dressed again.” Ned already had his belt buckle undone. “Besides, Missy will bark at any visitors.”

  Ben eyed the dog, sound asleep on the grass in the shade of a nearby tree. He wasn’t so sure about her vigilance, but he could be sure of his own.

  “All right.” He reached for his own belt, shaking his head. “I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this.”

  “Come on. Live dangerously.” Ned winked at Heather.

  She let out a giggle and reached for her tight little top.

  “Let me help you with that. Can’t have a pretty thing like you undressing herself, now can we?” Ned pulled the top off over her head and then dipped low to draw her bare breast into his mouth. He lifted her off the ground and walked them both over to the car, setting her down on the hood.

  She wiggled her ass. “It’s still running.”

  “That’s the whole idea.” Ned’s brows rose. “Running nice and rough.”

  Ben opened his jeans wide and pushed the waistband of his underwear below his cock, the tip of which was sticking up out of the elastic already in anticipation.

  There was no way he was stripping butt ass naked outside in the yard. Heather, however, was another story. He moved closer to where Ned stood between her thighs. “Those little shorts are hot as hell, but . . .”

  “They need to come off. My thoughts exactly.” Ned yanked them down, leaving her bare except for her sneakers. Ben pulled those off, one by one. Maybe he thought more like Ned than he’d like to admit.

  The sight of Heather, totally nude, golden beneath the sunlight, spread out on the hood of the shuddering car, was his undoing. He reached for his cock, the tip already slick, and stroked.

  “I got condoms in my pocket,” Ned announced.

  “Good, but I want to do something first.”

  Ned backed away to give him some room. Ben spread her with his fingers, dipped his head low, and went straight for the spot he hadn’t stopped thinking about since first getting a taste of her last night. Heather let out a gasp.

  “I do love your tiny noises, darlin’.” Ned went to work on her tits with his mouth, and they were both treated to more of Heather’s tantalizing little sounds.

  When her cries changed, getting louder, low and throaty, Ben slid two fingers inside and stroked. Her hips lifted off the hood and pressed closer to his mouth. He worked her harder and she shattered beneath him. Her muscles gripped his fingers. Her body pulsed against his lips. The orgasm had her writhing and bucking on the hood.

  Ben finally stopped and let her calm.

  “Wow. That was something.” Ned took a step back and swiped his arm across his forehead. He reached into the car and shut it off. “Heather’s hot enough. I don’t need this thing making me sweat, too.”

  Ben agreed. Heather was too damn hot, and he wasn’t nearly satisfied yet. By the way Ned was stroking himself and staring at her, neither was he.

  “Roll on over, sweetheart.” Ned helped her roll bonelessly over until she was on her hands and knees on the hood. “Mmm, mmm. There’s a sight. God, you are beautiful. So smooth. Perfect.”

  A slap sounded through the air. She drew in a breath and let it out through her open mouth. Ned rubbed the head of his cock against her and delivered another open-palm smack against the same ass cheek. Her lids drifted partially closed as she sighed.

  From where he was standing, Ben could see the imprint of Ned’s hand turn her flesh first white, then red. “Why do you do that?”

  “I like it. She likes it. You should try it.” Ned’s gaze stayed on Heather’s ass as he rubbed his palm over it.

  Ben frowned. “No, I’m not going to try it, and I’m sure she doesn’t like it.”

  “Oh, yeah? Ask her. Or feel for yourself how wet she is, if you don’t believe me.

  Ben didn’t have to feel. He could see. Between Heather’s legs glistened physical proof that her body liked what Ned did. Still, he hesitated. “Heather?”

  “Do it, Ben.” Her voice was low, sultry with need.

  Ned stepped aside. “Go on.”

  Ben eyed Heather and then Ned. “Just once. To make you happy.”

  “Oh, it’ll make me happy. Very happy.” Ned grinned.

  Ben rubbed the fleshy part of her ass with his open palm. She was so small, his hand covered more than half of her. Then he delivered the single spank. Her body jerked, before she sank lower onto her forearms, which raised her ass higher in front of him. She was a tempting sight.

  “Watching this is going to have me coming before I even get inside her.” Ned stepped closer. Heather angled herself sideways on the hood, reached out, and grabbed his cock. The car was set low enough to the ground that she was the perfect height to guide it into her mouth.

  “Holy crap.” Ned’s eyes rolled back as she drew him between her lips. He hissed in a breath. “Less teeth, darlin’. More hand. That’s good.”

  Ned’s gaze caught his and Ben knew what he was thinking—there went the theory that Heather’s hooker skill was all in her mouth. Yet knowing that something was off with her story still didn’t stop Ben from needing to take her, here and now. “Condom?”

  One came skidding across the hood toward Ben, tossed there by Ned.

  Ben covered himself, stepped closer, and plunged inside her. Too late he remembered she’d been sore. “Is this okay? You hurting?”

  She turned her head to capture him in her gaze. There was nothing like having a beautiful woman look directly at you while you were buried deep inside her.

  “It’s good.” She released Ned’s cock just long enough to answer; then she was back to working it.

  Ned’s jaw tightened. “Spank her, Ben. I’m so close. A couple more times will push me over.”

  The irony wasn’t lost on Ben. He was concerned she was too sore to fuck, yet he was slapping her ass red so Ned could get off watching it. “Heather?”

  “Yes, do it.” Her answer sounded breathy with need. Her eyes were slits; her mouth open as she panted. Hell, if he was the only one fighting this, he might as well stop and enjoy. Heather and Ned sure as hell were.

  Ben switched sides, using the other hand on her other cheek. She gasped around Ned’s dick in her mouth as her muscles clenched Ben’s cock in her pussy.

  “Pinch her clit. Hard.” Ned issued the order, his gaze never straying from Ben’s hand on Heather.

  Ben reached between her legs. His fingers tightened on her clit and she moaned. He plunged deep as he pinched her harder. Her muscles clenched around him in response. He spanked her one more time, a loud, stinging sound. At the same time he rubbed her clit harder between his two fingers. It pushed her over the edge. She began to come around him.


  Ned held her head, pumped fast into her mouth, and came with a groan. He stumbled back and left Heather gasping for breath.

  Ben pulled out and rolled her over on the hood so they were face-to-face. Her eyes opened wider as he pulled her toward him and drove inside. He slowed the pace and reached beneath her, lifting her. The kinky stuff was fine once in a while, but this was the good stuff right here. Him and her. Face-to-face. Watching her expression change with every one of his strokes. Seeing her cheeks pink from climax. Feeling the slight change in the angle of her hips as she invited him deeper.

  Even knowing Ned was standing off to the side watching couldn’t distract Ben from becoming totally entranced by Heather. Her mouth parted slightly. Her breathing became fast and shallow. He reached between them and pinched her swollen clit one more time. Her cry cut straight through him. His balls drew up and tightened, and that was it. He was lost. He came hard and long, and even after he’d emptied himself into the condom, he still couldn’t bring himself to leave her yet.

  “Wrap your arms and legs around me.”

  With her eyes closed, she did as he’d asked. He hoisted her off the hood and carried her toward the house. He stopped long enough to say to Ned, “Grab her clothes.”

  Ben brought her all the way inside and to the bedroom. He laid her on top of the covers, grabbing a throw to put over her. “Rest. I’ll clean up and get us something to eat.”

  She nodded and snuggled deeper beneath the light cover he’d laid over her.

  When Ben finished in the bathroom, he found Ned in the kitchen watching him. Ned pushed off from the counter he’d been leaning against. “I’m going out there and breaking that damn car of hers again.”

  “What?”

  Ned shook his head. “We should’ve never fixed the damn thing in the first place. How the hell are we supposed to let her go?”

  That was a very good question. A better one was, how could they keep her?

  9

  Ned knew Ben wouldn’t ask Heather to stay. He wasn’t the type. Too worried about everything. Luckily for them all, Ned wasn’t like that. And who knew? If she was teetering on the fence, undecided between staying and going, maybe a tiny push could bring her around. Ben was in the shower, so Ned took the opportunity to sway the situation their way.

  She stood outside on the porch, staring out across the field as the sun turned the sky along the horizon to deep shades of purple and orange.

  “Hey, darlin’.”

  “Hi. I thought I heard the shower.”

  “You did. That was Ben.” Ned draped his arm around her shoulders. Nothing sexual, just to let her know he was there and would be there as long as she needed or wanted him to be. He stared out in the same direction she did. “Pretty sunset tonight.”

  “Beautiful.” She let out a sigh.

  Ned glanced at her profile. She was even more gorgeous in this light—and he’d be damned if he let her walk out of their lives. Enough with the small talk. He didn’t have time to waste. “Don’t go. Stay here.”

  “What?” Laughing, she turned to face him.

  “Stay here with us.”

  “I can’t do that.” She shook her head.

  “Sure you can. Let me persuade you.” Ned turned her to face him, then lifted her up onto the railing of the porch.

  She gripped the wooden rail in a death grip and glanced at the ground below. “I’m going to fall.”

  “I would never let anything happen to you.” To prove the point, Ned anchored her legs around his, then wrapped his arms around her waist. “See, nice and secure.”

  “Yes, so I see.” She glanced down to where the position put his cock in perfect proximately to a place he’d enjoy being again real soon.

  He dipped his head, aiming for the sweetness of her lips, then stopped. “Want me to wait for Ben, or can I kiss you without his supervision?”

  She smiled. “You can kiss me.”

  He claimed her mouth, slow and gentle, but completely, plunging his tongue between her lips. He wanted no doubt in her mind there was nothing he’d rather be doing. No one else he’d rather be with, than her. Here. Like this. Of course, if they’d been naked, that would have been even better.

  Heather sighed against his mouth, which only stoked the already burning need inside him. It was crazy how he couldn’t get enough of her, like eating Chinese food. He’d thought he’d had enough to last him a bit, but an hour later he wanted more.

  “I can feel you.” She looked down where he’d been rhythmically pressing the erection his jeans did shit to hide against her.

  “You can feel me better if we go inside, unless you want to do it here.” He grinned.

  “Not until Ben’s out of the shower.”

  “You’re going to make me get jealous, you keep saying that.” He laughed, but there was a lot of truth in what he’d said. Too much for his liking. Ned preferred his sex without emotions bogging it down. With Heather, he was in real danger of mucking up a good thing with feelings.

  “I don’t want to cause any friction or jealousy between you two, so that’s why I don’t want to be with you without him.”

  “So if I was in the shower and he was out here . . .”

  “I’d tell him to wait for you.”

  Relieved that was the reason, and not that she liked Ben better, Ned felt light enough to tease her. “Even if he was, say, doing this?” He eased his hand down the front of her shorts and groaned when he found her without underwear and wet.

  Damn. Ben had better hurry up.

  Her breath caught in her throat when he connected with her clit. “Yes, even if he were doing that.” Her answer was followed by a throaty moan.

  “Hmm, good to know.” Ned didn’t stop the torture. He continued to circle the tight bud of nerves, enjoying how her breathing quickened.

  “Can I ask you something?” Her breath hitched, even as she asked the question.

  “Sure, darlin’.” As long as he could keep his hands on her, she could ask any damn thing she wanted.

  “The spanking.”

  That wasn’t in the form of a question, but he could figure out what she was getting at. He shrugged. “I don’t know. It turns me on. You, too, I noticed. Right?”

  “Yes.” Even in the low light, he could have sworn she blushed as she answered. “I don’t know why, though. Have you ever . . . done more?”

  “More, such as . . . ?”

  “I don’t know. You tell me.”

  This was an interesting turn of questioning. Interesting enough, he even slowed his finger on her clit to answer. “You mean, like tying a girl up? Or maybe using something other than my hand for the spanking?”

  “Yes.” Her voice dipped low and sexy. Was that from the idea of his tying her up, or from what he continued to do with his hand? He couldn’t be sure.

  “Yes, I have. And I’ve let girls do stuff to me.”

  Her eyes had drifted closed, but they opened now. “Really? Like tie you up?”

  “Yes, and more.” Ned watched her reaction, his cock throbbing as he imagined Heather tightening the leather straps around his wrists. He thought of her going down over his cock with her mouth, her green eyes watching his reaction as she lubed up her tiny fingers, slipped them inside his ass, and stroked. He shook the image away before he came in his damn pants. “You like that idea? You think it’s something you might like to try?”

  “I’m not sure.” Her words said one thing, but the hungry look in her eyes told a different story.

  “Well, if you’re ever interested in a little experimenting, you let me know.” But for now, he wanted no more talking out of her. He held her more firmly on the rail with his left hand, but doubled the efforts with his right. He pressed his mouth against her ear. “Just think about it. Us. In the barn. The feel of the leather straps binding your wrists to the beam above your head. The sting of my riding crop against your pretty little ass as you straddle Ben. His cock in you, fucking you . . .”

  That was i
t. He felt her shatter and had to adjust his stance to keep her from falling backward when she arched her back. Wow. He was ready to come himself from the scene he’d created for her. Too bad Ben would never go for it.

  She was still panting when Ned brushed a kiss across her lips and then set her down on her feet again before she fell off the porch. He held her until he made sure she was steady on her feet. “You all right?”

  “Yes, but just so you know, you can kiss me—and do other things—all you want, but I’m still going to have to leave eventually.”

  Back to that again. She was definitely tempting him to tie her up in the barn, and not because the idea was hot as hell, but because she was so damn stubborn about wanting to leave them when there was nothing good for her to go back to.

  “Why? Where else do you have to go?” It was a logical question in Ned’s mind. Where she’d come from was bad. Bad enough she’d run away. Here was good. Good enough he could make her sigh with just a kiss.

  “I . . .” She opened her mouth, then closed it again. “Well, for one thing, I’m going to have to work.”

  “Your job can be here. Taking care of Ben and me.” That was a hell of a good idea. He’d have to bring it up to Ben.

  “Oh, really?” Her tone was ripe with suggestion as one perfectly shaped brow rose high.

  Ned rolled his eyes. “I don’t mean taking care of us like that . . . though I would hope that part would continue.” Judging by the way his cock throbbed, straining his jeans, it would be pretty devastating if the physical part didn’t continue. “I meant helping out with the business. Looking into getting us some local rodeos. Returning phone calls. Maybe help with the cooking and cleaning.”

  She gazed out over the property again as the light faded. “That sounds nice, and I wouldn’t mind staying here at all, but I do have to get back. Soon.”

  “Back to what? That bastard boyfriend of yours?”

  “No, there are . . . others who will be worrying about me. I didn’t tell anyone I was leaving.”

  “Call them.”

  “We’re afraid to turn on my phone. Remember?”