Pushin' Buttons (Boot Knockers) (15 page)

Hugh’s release intensified, woven with the tripping emotions in his heart. These lovers made him feel things he couldn’t afford to feel, but it felt so damn good he couldn’t bring himself to stop.

Later was soon enough.

Riggs couldn’t get enough of them. He stared at Sibyll’s soft, glorious curves spread out on the king-sized bed, then turned his attention to Hugh’s virile male form.

After the double penetration, they’d slept. Finally Hugh had roused them all and started the shower, where Riggs and Hugh washed Sibyll from pale waves to painted toenails.

“You can’t be sated.” Riggs bit her inner thigh, just above her knee.

She squirmed, fisting the sheets. Since that fifth orgasm in the shower, she hadn’t stopped smiling. It made Riggs’s heart tighten, knowing he’d helped put it there.

He raised his head and sank his teeth into Hugh’s leg next, so close to the man’s arousal. “You finished, Hugh?”

“Hell no. I’m waiting for that blow job.”

At that, Sibyll pushed onto her elbows.
The little voyeur.

Riggs would give her a damn good show to remember later. When she went home, she could finger herself to this. The thought of her going home made his chest burn. Ignoring it, he held her gaze, clutched Hugh’s shaft at the base and swallowed him.

Warm muscle filled his mouth. Need took over, and Riggs drew on him. The salty taste of pre-come hit his tongue, raising a moan in his chest.

Sibyll mewled in response. Hugh toyed with one of her nipples and she pinched the other while Riggs concentrated on finding that special spot on the underside of Hugh’s shaft that always made him shoot.

He lapped a path down to his balls, circled one, then went back up. Hugh’s carved abs stood out in sharp ridges, and he started to shake.

“Make him come.” Sibyll’s soft voice surprised them both, but it spurred Riggs on. He fitted the tip of his tongue into Hugh’s cleft and wiggled it back and forth.

The first drop of come was a triumph. In mere seconds he’d brought Hugh to orgasm. Maybe Sibyll’s presence had done it. Or maybe he was finally softening to Riggs.

As he drank in his come, pressure built in Riggs’s chest. He wanted Hugh more than anything else in his life. At times Hugh seemed as if he wanted more. Then he’d back off until Riggs was certain he’d imagined things.

Riggs circled the spent head of Hugh’s dick with his tongue then looked deeply into Sibyll’s eyes.

Her flush was back, her lips parted on a sigh.

“You’re next,” Riggs promised, planting a hand on her belly and pushing her until she lay flat.

In five seconds he had a condom stretched over his shaft. When he poised at her slippery entrance, Hugh ran his hand down Riggs’s spine. It was as much of a loving caress as he was going to get from the man.

When Riggs drove into Sibyll’s body, she cried out. “Too tender for this, sweetheart?”

She shook her head and yanked him down for a tongue-dueling kiss.

Riggs began to move within her. She curled her legs around his waist and moved with him as Hugh looked on.

What was the man feeling? Better yet, what was Riggs feeling? Loving Hugh was a game he knew, but there was a strange tingle in his chest for Sibyll. It made him want to know more—to know it all.

Too late he realized she was stealing pieces of his heart. When she left, would he get them back?

Sinking into her was heaven. Pulling out stretched his control to the max. Her breath came faster. Hugh rubbed his thumb back and forth over her clit. Each time he did, Riggs felt her internal muscles hug him.

“Close,” Riggs rasped.

She stared up at him with the most trusting expression. When he angled his hips to hit her G-spot, her face transformed. She squeezed her eyes shut, convulsed and came.

“Shhhhhiii.” Riggs couldn’t force the rest of the curse out as his release shot up from the base of his spine. He unloaded in two huge spurts.

When he came back to himself, Hugh was staring at him with a puzzled look.

He collapsed forward, and Sibyll wrapped him in her arms. Hugh slung his arm around both of them, creating the perfect embrace.

“How many times was that?” Hugh asked Sibyll.

“Six. Not that I’m counting.” Her smile spread to her voice.

Riggs leaned away so he could memorize it.

“I can’t believe I finally did it.”

Hugh pinched her hip, causing her to squeal. “I think we had a bit to do with it.”

“Oh yesss.” Stars twinkled in the depths of her eyes. In a few short hours she’d changed. Her limbs lay loose, more relaxed, and her smile was wider.

Riggs felt changes within himself too. Did they show on his face as they did on Hugh’s?

Something bigger than the simple giving of an orgasm had taken place in this bungalow.

A bond had been formed, and Riggs didn’t know if he’d ever be able to sever the ties.

Chapter Nine

Being led into the dining hall by Hugh and Riggs made Sibyll feel like a queen. Some of the girls glanced up from their food.

“They’re all jealous of your glow,” Hugh whispered into her ear.

A sliver of warmth went straight south, and her pussy clenched. How was it possible to want more? After fucking all night and half the morning, she should be satisfied, right?

Riggs placed a hand low on her back, his fingertips spreading down near the cleft of her buttocks. The gesture reminded her of the tenderness she’d experienced after being double penetrated.

After the last time, Hugh had run her a hot bath with salts in it, and Riggs had gone off in search of a cup of tea. Between their pampering and their thorough lovemaking, she was lost.

No, not lost. Infatuated.

But a voice in the back of her mind told her to keep on fooling herself.

Squashing her emotions, she eyed the brunch buffet. Everything from French toast liberally sprinkled with powdered sugar to burritos stuffed with sausage filled that long table.

“She likes the hazelnut coffee,” Riggs said to Hugh, and steered her to a private end of a table, away from the others.

Sibyll opened her mouth to tell Hugh she could get her own coffee, but was distracted by his carved backside as he went right for the pod coffeemaker. Quite a few other women followed his progress, obviously struck mute too.

Riggs took a seat opposite her. When she looked at him—really looked at his strong features and the lazy expression in his dark eyes—her heart fluttered.

He chuckled. “You look a little dazed. Too many orgasms for you?” His slow drawl heightened her senses.

A flush rose in her cheeks, but she couldn’t hide her smile. “You know that isn’t the case.”

He leaned across the table and covered her folded hands with one of his. She stared at the tanned skin and sprinkling of black hair, remembering too well how his hands looked against her bare skin.

She shuddered.

“I can see it
isn’t
the case,” he said.

Hugh appeared at her side and set a heavy mug of coffee before her, followed by a plate heaped with food.

She blinked at his choices. Hovering over her, he asked, “Is there anything else you wanted?”

He’d filled her plate with everything she would have picked for herself—French toast and strawberries to top it, two sausage links and slices of pineapple so thin they looked like stained glass. There was also an egg confection baked into a crust shell she couldn’t wait to sink her teeth into.

“Apparently you’ve been paying close attention to my preferences.” She grinned up at him. He dropped a tender kiss to the tip of her nose, startling her.

“I pay attention to everything,” he said insinuatingly. “I’ll be right back.” He swung away to retrieve his own food.

When she met Riggs’s gaze, worried creases stretched from the corners of his eyes. Somehow the lines gave him a more rugged appearance. The depths of his eyes took on a far-off expression. She turned her hand over to squeeze his.

He came back to himself immediately, focusing on her. “Better eat before it gets cold.”

“Aren’t you getting any?”

“Yes, but I’m not about to leave you alone with all these other cowboys milling around. One might try to take my place.”

Her face heated again. “No one would do that.”

He arched a brow. “No? I wouldn’t bet on it. Hugh knew what a treasure you are, which was why he battled for you. Here he is now. I’ll go get my grub.” His words were spoken hastily, as if he was uncomfortable saying them, and he pushed away from the table.

Hugh dropped into the seat Riggs abandoned and set down his plate with enough food to feed two hungry field workers. Maybe having sex with her all night had sapped him of energy.

She grinned and started pushing food with her fork. When she’d separated everything with a thin white band of plate showing, Hugh laughed. “What is it about food touching that bothers you?”

Glancing down, she realized he was right—she had some issue.

“You look surprised. No one has ever mentioned it before?”

She shook her head.

“I guess you only like other things touching, is that right?” He pitched his tone low, and heat spread through her core like fire to dry grass.

Every pulsation she’d experienced at the hands of her two cowboys was amplified in her mind and body. But her first orgasm…she’d never forget it. The extreme sensations were mixed with some emotion she couldn’t name. Watching Hugh and Riggs had changed her forever.

She never wanted to stop watching them.

But in a few short days she’d be on a plane to Atlanta, back to her job and boring life. Of course, now she knew she could bring herself relief.

She cut into her French toast and popped a bite in her mouth. Resisting the urge to moan at the cinnamon and sugar flavors, she watched Hugh devour two sausage links before Riggs crowded onto the bench beside her.

Riggs looked at her plate for a moment before lifting his fork, tines down. “She’s a control freak. Who knew?”

Hugh nodded and took a swig of orange juice. At the table, he was all man, absorbed by food and revealing rougher manners she suspected he used as show around the other guys. Because in the bedroom, he was as suave as they came.

He picked up a third sausage link with his fingers and bit off half of it.

“What do you mean I’m a control freak?” she asked. Was she? And why was it such a big deal that she didn’t want strawberries all over her sausage and egg tart?

Riggs swallowed a huge bite of burrito dipped in hot sauce. “Don’t you think you were just waiting for us to take that control out of your hands?”

She looked between her lovers. Maybe they were right.

“One man wasn’t enough,” Riggs continued.

Her heart turned over at his words. Suddenly worry filtered into her head and she had no more interest in the delicious food before her. When she returned to a normal life, how would she find someone to strip away that control again?

She didn’t want to think about it.
I have one chance with these guys. I’m going to enjoy it.
If she never had another orgasm because she needed two men, at least she’d have amazing memories of this week.

Riggs made a show of licking off his fork, then he speared a square of French toast she’d cut. He raised it to her mouth. She had no choice but to accept it and chew.

As if competing for attention, Hugh licked off his fork too and scooped a bit of egg from the pie shell. He offered it to her. She shook her head, still chewing French toast.

“You took two of us, baby. We were all touching. It was good, right?” His eyes burned.

She nodded, suddenly squirming on the bench.

“Food is like sex. Try two bites at once,” Riggs urged.

When she didn’t open up for Hugh’s bite, he ran a fingertip over her lower lip. “Maybe she won’t like sucking two cocks at once. Too bad. I was hoping to try it.”

She stopped chewing and shifted the French toast in her mouth to take the second bite of egg. Flavors mingled—eggs spiced with parsley and thyme. Somehow against the cinnamon and sugar, it was delicious.

“Ooh, she does like it.” Hugh narrowed his eyes, watching her.

Another cowboy approached them, but Hugh just scooped more egg onto his fork, giving her undivided attention.

“What’s up, Quay?” Riggs asked, refolding his burrito, which was spilling all over his own French toast.

Hugh shifted as if uncomfortable, and he gave Quay a sidelong look of warning. Sibyll went on high-alert. Was Riggs really serious in saying other cowboys would try to take his place in bed? Maybe Hugh was worried about it too—protecting her and Riggs. It was obvious her two cowboys shared a connection that went deeper than sex.

Riggs inched closer to her, and Hugh prodded her with the second bite of eggs. Before she’d begun to chew, Riggs was shoving another bite into her mouth—pineapple this time.

Brand new flavors burst on her tongue.