Pushin' Buttons (Boot Knockers) (23 page)

“I don’t understand.” She could barely form a coherent thought with them touching her.

“Whatever happened to us on the ranch, Sibyll, it was rare. The three of us,” Hugh wrapped a hand around Riggs’s mouth, hauling him into their ring, “we’re bonded.”

“You can’t deny what you feel, sweetheart. Your red eyes give you away,” Riggs added.

Her mind spun. What was this? What did they want? Were they asking for something and her wits were too dimmed by emotion to understand?

She pressed against each muscled chest and pushed them back. “I need breathing room. I can’t think.”

Without looking at them, she threaded her fingers into her hair and headed up the stairs.

There was a beat of silence before four boots tapped the metal treads behind her. It was the longest walk of her life. Every step she took reminded her of how bad she wanted them. The slippery evidence wet her panties. And the weight of their gazes felt like the gentlest caress. But the throbbing of her heart was her real concern. She loved them—both of them—and she didn’t know how she’d continue with her dull life without dreaming of the smiles and shared moments that had finally broken through her wall.

She reached her door and opened it with a keypad code. When she held the door for them to come inside, her heart stuttered a warning.

They didn’t belong here. By inviting them into her world, she’d only suffer heartbreak later when they left. The memories of their very presence in her space would assault her.

Riggs looked around, the interest on his handsome face constricting her throat. “Not a lot of order here, Miss Green.”

Hugh picked up a sunny yellow vintage vase from the flea market. “A conundrum—I knew it from the moment I saw you backstage. You dress the part of a scientist but inside you’re a free bird, fluttering to get out.”

She swallowed hard. “Where would I go?” she whispered.

Hugh set down the vase and took a step toward her. “A bird like you—”

“With a lingerie collection like yours—” Riggs interjected.

Hugh’s mouth twitched. “And with an eagerness to explore the world—”

“As well as the pleasures of the bedroom—”

“Should be in Texas,” Hugh finished.

The quiet sound broke from Sibyll against her will. Part of her had dreamed of this, ached for it. When she’d left the ranch, she’d prayed one of them would race up in the truck and block her path. At the airport, she’d longed for one of them to detain her.

Riggs closed the distance between them this time and cupped her face in his big palm. She shivered at the touch of callus and resisted the need to lean into his touch.

Then Hugh was there, and they were lifting her, bearing her down the short hall that led to her bedroom. She closed her eyes and allowed the moment to happen, letting them mold their hands to her body.

Her nipples hardened to an impossible tightness, and the pressure between her legs increased.

When they laid her on the rumpled bedcovers, she started to tremble and sat up. “I can’t do this. I need more than amazing orgasms.”

Riggs plucked off her flip flops and let them drop to the carpet. Holding her gaze, he ran his hands up her feet, ankles, calves and thighs. “You need fresh air.”

“We’ll teach you to ride,” Hugh promised, sliding her shirt up and off. He groaned at the sight of her lacy nude-colored bra. He reached around her and popped the clasp. The cloth fell away from her breasts, exposing her nipples.

“Jeezus,” Hugh growled.

A shiver of heat raced along her skin, but she had to get the upper hand. She couldn’t just continue to sleep with these cowboys. “Wait.”

Hugh trailed his hands down her front, effectively ridding her of the bra, and pinched her nipples between his fingers. “Sibyll, you do it for me. You made me smile. And I chose you for a reason.”

She breathed fast. “What’s that?”

He took her hand and crushed it over his heart. “You looked at me, and my heart flipped over. It’s never happened before, which was why I fought for you. And I’ll continue fighting for you until you come home with me and Riggs and take your place on the ranch.”

“As
ours
,” Riggs added.

The tears she’d been holding in dried up, to be replaced by joy. She looked from one godlike cowboy to the other.

“He’s saying he’s in love with you, Sibyll,” Riggs said with a grin. “It took him a while to admit it to me too.”

Her happiness spread. If she’d managed to push them closer, she’d achieved so much. But the fact that they wanted her too…

Hugh’s pinch on her nipples drew her attention back to her body’s demands. Riggs stood back, undressing. He removed his shirt and unbuttoned his pants enough to drive her crazy with want. His boots and hat followed.

“Strip her.” Riggs’s eyes were hooded, dark and full of promise. “I want to look at her gorgeous curves and jack off while you taste her pussy.”

Hugh groaned. Burning from their words and Hugh’s fingers on her breasts, she collapsed back on the mattress.

In seconds Hugh divested her of her shorts and panties. “Promise me something, baby.”

She could barely think as he scorched a path between her breasts and rested his hand on her mound, fingers a millimeter from her clit. “What’s that?”

“You’ll bring all those button-down shirts and pencil skirts and heels to Texas. We want you in cutoff shorts and tank tops most of the time, but peeling those librarian clothes off you is such a fucking turn-on.”

“Want me to put them on now?” She gasped as he nudged her clit with a fingertip.

“No fucking way.” He swooped in and claimed her mouth, tongue sinuous and driving, stealing her senses. For long minutes she lost herself to his feel and taste. Then she opened her eyes and reached for Riggs. She needed his flavors too.

He cradled her face and drank from her deeply, hot tongue dancing against hers until cream flooded Hugh’s fingers. He plunged them deep, and Riggs swallowed her gasp.

Her pussy clenched around the invasion, pulsing already. God, a few kisses and they’d worked her up to a frenzy. She arched into Hugh’s hand, trying to draw him deeper.

“So fucking ready.” Hugh withdrew his fingers an inch then curled them. She cried out as he pushed the right button that would send her sailing. Riggs released her mouth and stood at the bedside. She watched as he unzipped his pants and shoved denim and cotton boxers down to free his shaft.

The thick length fell into his hand. He stroked it once. A shuddering breath left her, and Hugh twisted his fingers, screwing them into her, plugging her tight.

Sibyll bucked, seeking those bright stars of release. Riggs rolled his fat cock head through his fingers.

“Wet your lips again, and I’m going to spank your ass until it’s cherry red,” Riggs growled. He rocked his hips forward and back while pumping his cock.

She thought of all the sexual things they hadn’t yet tried, and her body rocketed upward. They had enough experience to keep her happy in the bedroom for decades. She only hoped their budding love would carry them through.

Hugh slid his fingers out, and juices flooded out too. She moaned.

As Hugh rolled her to her side and Riggs angled his shaft toward her lips, desire spiked in her core. She parted her lips to take Riggs right to the root. His eyes rolled back in his head.

“Fuck, I want a taste of that.” Hugh’s clothing rustled as he shed it. “Get onto your knees, Sibyll. Suck his cock while I lick your wet pussy.”

Mind spinning, she obeyed. Still sucking Riggs’s cock, she gained her hands and knees, horizontal across the double bed. Hugh’s hands on her backside made her moan and jerk. A drop of pre-come wet her tongue from Riggs’s arousal. He held her head, guiding her up and down on him.

Hugh penetrated her wet folds with his fingers, drawing a louder noise from her. When he replaced it with his tongue, she stopped breathing.

He lapped a path down her slit, circled her nubbin then dragged his tongue back up. Her belly dipped as dark heat clutched her. Riggs sank into her throat, and the fullness drove her wild.

Hugh plunged his tongue into her pussy at the same time he prodded her clit with one rough finger.

She came with a wild cry. Even as she rocked with the biggest orgasm of her life, she knew there was more to come.

Much more.

Riggs pulled his shaft free and pinched the head hard. Her eyes blurred with the sensations blazing through her body. Hugh continued to lick and stroke, drawing every last beat from her body.

“Let me taste your fingers,” Riggs rasped.

Hugh moved behind her. He gripped her waist and tipped her onto her back, where she lay looking up at him feeding his juice-soaked fingers to Riggs. The vision of Riggs’s tongue working up and down the long digits ignited her all over again.

When Hugh pulled his fingers out of Riggs’s mouth, he crawled closer to Riggs and locked him in a deep kiss. Without thought Sibyll slipped her fingers between her thighs and began to touch herself as she had that first time with both men.

After mere seconds, they broke the kiss. Hugh’s mouth was swollen, wet with kisses and her juices. Damn, how could this need for them get any bigger?

Riggs stretched on the bed with her and pulled her into his arms. Hugh plastered himself to her back, hemming her in by muscles. She never wanted to leave.

“We’ll build a bigger bungalow for the three of us on the hill away from the ranch.” Hugh’s words tickled her ear as he flattened her breast under one palm.

Riggs dipped his head and bit her neck, just under her jaw. She squirmed. His cock pressed against her belly, a hard length she needed inside her. Hugh’s rock-hard shaft rested along her ass, bringing new warmth to her belly.

“You’re going to travel with us, go to auctions and help us choose the best horses to breed.” Riggs nipped her skin then smoothed it with his tongue.

“And that horse that flattened Riggs—we’re going to start taking in more just like him. Care for them then adopt them out. Give back a little bit to the world.” Hugh parted her cheeks and ran a finger around her rosette. “But first we’re going to make you scream until your neighbors know our names.”

She gasped at his touch.

“Then we’re going to pack all of this…” Riggs glanced at the bohemian trinkets and furnishings of her room and smiled, “…haul it back to Texas and make sure you know exactly where you belong.”

Hugh reached for the silky paisley scarf hooked over the bedpost. He unknotted it with a tug of his teeth and then, gathering Sibyll’s hands, bound them. She sucked in a gasp of shock, and Riggs’s laughter vibrated the bed.

“That’s an urban rope if I ever saw one. Next time we’ll make it hemp, sweetheart.” Riggs took her bound hands and locked them over her head. She lay on her side still, sandwiched between them.

“Fuck, condoms,” Hugh growled. He let his gaze linger on Sibyll’s sweet curves silhouetted against Riggs’s body. The last thing he wanted to do was get up and rummage through his wallet for condoms.

He placed a noisy kiss on the back of Sibyll’s neck, making her skin break out in bumps. Then he climbed off the bed with a sigh.

From the corner of his eye he saw Riggs touching her tenderly—earlobe, lower lip—before he claimed her lips. She melted into Riggs’s caress, eyes closed, that blissed-out expression on her face that Hugh hoped to put there several times a day for the rest of his life.

Hugh dug around until he located his wallet. He grunted. “Uh, Archer?”

“Mmm?” He raised his head from the kiss.

“I only have one condom. Do you have one?”

Riggs met his stare, a flush climbing his neck. “Yeah, I do.”

Hugh narrowed his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s in my wallet.”

Hugh eased the condom on his own distended cock then went searching for Riggs’s barrier. When he lifted his lover’s jeans, he sucked in a breath, scenting him. After opening his bifold wallet, though, he came up empty-handed.

“Don’t see one here.”

“Bring it to me.” Again, Riggs flushed. Sibyll stared at him with a question on her pretty face, and Hugh studied him as he neared. He accepted the wallet and reached into a pocket behind a bank card.

“What the hell are you blushing about, Archer?”

Riggs rolled onto his back and filled the condom with a few shoves. The head was purple within the rubber. “This is my emergency condom.”

“So?”

“So I only keep it there for you.”

Warmth flooded Hugh’s chest. With a growl, he lunged for the people on the bed. Wrapping both close, he kissed one then the other until his erection was so hard he couldn’t take it another minute.

Sibyll wiggled restlessly, her hands still trapped above her head by Riggs’s hand. Hugh bent and bit one plump nipple, making her cry out, before he assumed his position behind her.

When he parted her legs for Riggs to enter her, she whimpered. Holding Hugh’s gaze, Riggs directed his cock right into her pussy. His eyes flickered as he enveloped himself in her scorching heat.