Between Her Cowboys: (Taken by Cowboys: Part 4) A Billionaire Western Romance (5 page)

Here goes nothing
, she thought as she picked up the phone and pulled up Dani’s number, trying to quiet her apprehension as she pressed the “call” button.

“
Oh
my god,” Dani’s voice came thundering over the phone. “Oh my god! Jess! What the hell! I thought you
died
!”

Jess felt a grin spread to her face in spite of herself. “Good to hear your voice, too, Dani.”

“I
really
hope the reason you haven’t called is because you’re having
such
a great time, which is about the only thing I can excuse,” Dani said.

“You could definitely say that,” Jess said. She went on to tell Dani about her experiences horseback riding (“
You
on a horse!” Dani screeched), exploring the Western country and seeing a family of moose close up.

“It sounds lovely, if you’re into that kind of thing,” Dani said. “But I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me.”

Jess felt a surge of both affection and irritation at her best friend. There was no way she would ever let Jess get away with not divulging something.

“You’re right, as usual,” Jess said, giving up. “There is.”

“You found a guy,” Dani said flatly.

“Partly correct,” Jess said.

“Partly?” Dani asked, sounding quizzical. “What do you mean?”

“I didn’t just find one,” Jess said. “I found two.”

There was a long pause at the other end of the line—a rarity for Dani. Jess took a deep breath. “So there are these two guys, Spencer and Nate, who run the ranch. They’re from New York, actually. Well, they used to live there. They were investment bankers. Anyways, I met Spencer, and we had this connection, but I also felt this connection to his best friend Nate and…” She trailed off.

“And…?” Dani picked up. It was impossible to read her tone.

“And what can I say? I’m seeing both of them,” she said.

“Wow, Jess, I don’t know if that’s smart. I mean, you can’t very well date two best friends without the other finding out eventually, can you?”

“No, Dani, that’s not what I meant,” Jess said. “I mean, we’re all in a consensual three-way relationship.”

There was an even longer silence than the last. “It’s called ménage,” she added.

“Really, Jess?” Dani said. Her voice was shocked. “I don’t really know what to say. I wouldn’t have expected this from you.”

“I don’t know, Dani. It’s like they opened something inside me.” She cast around for the words that could explain what Nate and Spencer had done to her. “Some closed door I never knew existed. And now that it’s been opened, there’s no way I can shut it again.”

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line.

“Well, Jess, it wasn’t what I expected from you,” Dani said. “But listen, if you’re happy, I’m happy.”

Jess was flooded with relief. “Do you really mean that?”

“Of course,” Dani said. “How many years have I known you? And how many years have I been telling you to stop falling for dirty cheats who break your heart so you can finally meet a man who deserves you? Now you’ve met two. It’s like you’re making up for lost time.”

Jess laughed, and Dani followed suit. Soon the two girls were in stitches, the way only two best friends can be. “Thanks, Dani,” she said when she’d finally recovered. Her belly hurt from laughing.

“I won’t lie to you,” Dani said before they said goodbye. “I may be a little bit jealous.”

As she put the phone down, flooded with relief, she noticed a white square by the door. She went over to it, her heart fluttering. Sure enough, it was a note. She hadn’t even noticed it being slipped underneath. She picked it up and, her fingers shaky with anticipation, opened it.

It read: “Two gentlemen had all they needed—or so they thought. Come to our office at nine o’clock.”

To their office?
Why were they summoning her there?
A wave of excitement passed through her.

She looked at the clock. Dinner was already almost over. If she rushed, she could grab something before they took all the food away. Then she’d have time to get back to the cabin and get ready for her 9 p.m. rendezvous.

Her heart pounded with nerves and excitement as she approached Nate and Spencer’s office. After taking time with her hair and applying powder, mascara, lip gloss, and a dab of perfume, she had decided to take a chance with her ensemble, donning only panties, a silky negligee, and her cowboy boots, topping it all off with a beige trench coat. The prospect of a secret meeting with her two lovers was exciting beyond belief—and after all the time she had spent craving them, she had no time to waste.

But the office looked dark. Maybe she had gotten the wrong building? No—she was sure that the one next to the dining lodge was their office. Confused, she cupped her hand around her eyes and peered inside the window. She couldn’t make out anything.

She went to the door and knocked tentatively. She felt her pulse thrum in her veins as she waited on the stoop, aware of the loud buzz of cicadas and the darkness pressing in around her.

Suddenly she heard the door unlatch. She breathed in sharply. The door opened a crack. “Follow me.” She recognized Spencer’s low, commanding voice.

Covered in goose bumps, she tried to speak, but found she couldn’t. Wordlessly, she followed Spencer blindly into the dark room. It was a short walk, but it felt much longer. Suddenly her eyes were greeted by a warm beam of light from another door opening. As Spencer pushed the door open, she saw that he was dressed in a black suit.

Cleanly shaven in sharply cut black suits with fresh white shirts, crisp jackets, and sleek silk ties–Spencer’s red, Nate’s royal blue—they looked more handsome than she had ever seen them. In fact, more handsome than she’d ever seen
anyone
in real life.

The setting made the situation feel even more unreal. It seemed that behind their humble office, Nate and Spencer hid a sophisticated boys’ club. Dimly lit with table lamps, the walls of the lounge were papered in a deep maroon, the floors laid with dark wood. Brown leather couches and ottomans, expensive-looking glass end tables, and plush carpets furnished the space, which smelled faintly of cigars and sandalwood. Low jazz music played in the background. A fire burned low below the mantel, casting the room in an alluring glow.

“Wow,” was all she could say as her eyes roved the room. She felt like she had walked into a Jazz Age billionaire’s secret den—and it made her feel even sexier.

“May I take your coat?” Nate asked.

She undid the belt on her trench coat and drew it off her shoulders. She heard both men breathe audibly as she did. She handed Nate the coat, feeling deliciously bare in her black slip. Already she felt sparks of excitement in her abdomen.

“You look amazing,” Spencer said.

“Absolutely stunning,” Nate said, tossing the coat onto a table. They were both looking at her with a mixture of awe and hunger. She shivered with pleasure.

“You two look pretty damn stunning yourselves,” she said.

“Even us cowboys clean up good,” Nate said, his face breaking into a grin. She felt her heart do a little dance in her chest. It was that smile that had been her undoing from the beginning.

“Thanks for coming tonight, Jess,” Spencer said, giving her a look warm enough to melt a statue. He went to a table where there were an ice bucket and several champagne flutes. He pulled a bottle out of the bucket, poured a flute of champagne, and handed it to her. “Please, make yourself comfortable.” He put his hand on her back and led her to sit on one of the couches. She sank into the cushions, and Nate and Spencer took their places on either side of her, each carrying a glass.

“A toast,” Spencer said, raising his glass. “To an incredible woman and the luck that brought her to us.”

She smiled, touched by his words. Spencer and Nate brought their glasses to the middle to clink with Jess’s. She watched the bubbles rising in the iridescent liquid. They raised the glasses to their lips. The champagne was deliciously crisp and cold in her throat.

“What we hinted at in the note is true, Jess,” Spencer said after they lowered their glasses. “Nate and I thought we had it all—money, independence, a good life out here in nature. But something was missing.”

“When you walked into Getaway, you showed us what that was,” Nate said. “That’s why we brought you here tonight—to show you how much you mean to us.”

No one had ever uttered such genuine, romantic words to her. “Thank you,” she said softly, turning to look each man in the eye. She suddenly felt full of gratefulness herself. She leaned in to give Spencer a gentle kiss, and then Nate. She felt utterly at peace.

“This is incredible,” she said, taking a moment to survey the room. “I had no idea you had all this back here.”

“No one does,” Spencer said.

“Yeah,” said Nate. “Not even Caroline. The door is impossible to spot from the office. There’s usually a bookshelf in front of it.”

“Very James Bond,” Jess said. She was already starting to feel a tad lightheaded, and this time she wasn’t sure it was the alcohol.

“Speaking of Caroline, were you OK after that conversation today?” Spencer asked, putting a hand on hers. “The way she spoke to you—it was pretty hurtful. I was worried about you.”

“I’m fine,” Jess said, moved by Spencer’s concern. “I think she was just surprised. She stumbled upon something totally unexpected, and it threw her for a loop. To be honest, I probably would have acted the same way.”

“That doesn’t mean she should have taken that tone with you,” Spencer said. “Besides, your advice was delivered professionally, and we all needed to hear it.”

“I have to say, I love it when you get excited. It doesn’t really matter what it’s about,” Nate murmured. Jess giggled.

“But let’s not talk about business,” Spencer said. He reached for the champagne bottle and refilled Jess’s glass. “We have much more important things to discuss.”

“We do?” Jess asked. She raised the glass to her lips again. The bubbles tumbled down her throat and added to the tremor of excitement that passed through her.

“Oh yes,” said Spencer. “That conversation that we broke off today when you were in the bath.”

“Neither one of us has been able to stop thinking about it,” said Nate. “We want to know what you fantasize about.”

“We want to make your fantasies come true,” Spencer added huskily.

Her heart pounded. Could she really admit to the things that she’d been thinking about?

Spencer sensed her hesitance. “It’s ok, Jess,” he whispered, stroking her cheek. “You’re safe with us.”

She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch.

“I want…” she began. Her heart started to pound as her mind raced across all the possibilities she had begun to imagine floating in the pool the day before. “I want to please you.”

“How to you want to please us, Jess?” Nate asked, his voice thick. She felt the heat radiating from the two men on either side of her, heady and overwhelming as she tried to formulate her thoughts. Finally she gave up and let them pour out of her.

“I want you to use my body,” she blurted out. “I want to feel both of you inside me. I want to take you into my mouth. I want to give you the most intense pleasure you’ve ever felt. I want to hear you both scream my name at the same time.”

“Oh, god, Jess,” Spencer whispered. “You’re already turning me on so bad.”

He brought her hand, still in his, to his chest and down his torso. She could feel his hard, muscled body under the fine cloth of his blazer and crisp shirt. She gasped when he stopped it at his crotch. His member was rock hard underneath his pants, bursting to be let out.

“I can’t wait to feel your lips around me,” Nate whispered in her ear, sending a shiver down her neck. He stroked her side with the back of her hand, starting from her voluptuous breast and riding her curves down to her hip. As he pressed his pelvis into her, she realized that his manhood was equally taut against her thigh.

She moaned, closed her eyes, and tipped her head back. The glass was removed from her hand, lips pressed to her throat. A hand caressed the curve of her thigh over the lacy hem of her negligee. She felt like she was turning to melted butter as her body finally received the touch that it had been begging for.

She raised her head slightly and Spencer’s head moved from her neck to her lips, his tongue flicking lightly between her lips. She kissed him back eagerly, wanting to draw him farther into her. As she did, she felt Nate’s hand move below the hem of her slip, stroking her bare inner thigh. She arched her back and suppressed a cry, squeezing her thighs around Nate’s hand as he ran a teasing finger between them. She was on fire.

Abruptly she shook Nate’s hand and Spencer’s lips away. She stood up, a little shaky on her feet, and looked hard at both men. “Stand up,” she commanded.

They obeyed, Spencer’s deep brown eyes and Nate’s bright green eyes wide with surprise and expectance.
I want these suits off, and I want them off now.
The thought rang like a bell through her mind.

She ran her hands over Nate’s shoulders and pulled off his suit jacket, tossing it onto the couch. He brought his hands to the knot in his tie and loosened it roughly, his green eyes wild with desire. He brought Jess towards him and kissed her hard, letting his hands run over the length of her body. She broke the kiss, breathing hard, and turned to Spencer. His brown eyes bored into hers. She removed his jacket and tossed it aside. She began undressing him with growing excitement, her hands shaking as she loosened his tie, unknotted it, and tossed it onto the couch. She undid the first two buttons of his shirt and kissed his exposed neck. He moaned.

She turned back to Nate. She took off his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt, anticipating the hard, muscled bodies underneath. Her breathing quickened as she went to work, turning between Spencer and Nate. Finally their shirts were off, revealing their strong torsos. She knelt down and undid Nate’s belt buckle, pulling it off and throwing it aside before pivoting, still on her knees, to undo Spencer’s. She had never acted this wanton even with one man—but with two, she couldn’t contain herself. She wanted them naked, wanted to explore every last inch of them and have them explore every last inch of her. She could feel their excitement mounting as their breathing grew more ragged.

“These breasts,” Spencer breathed. “They drive me wild.” He bent down and kissed them, running his tongue over their swells. He pressed his lips to her still-covered nipples, her breasts heaving with every breath she took.

Suddenly, from the back, Nate seized the hem of her slip and pulled it up. She raised her arms and the slip was off. Now all she was wearing was tiny black panties.

“Oh, Jess,” he whispered, slipping a hand between her legs to caress her mound, soaking wet through the fabric. She cried out, feeling herself convulse.

“Do you want us?” he whispered.

“Yes,” she moaned, her eyes half-closed, as she leaned back against him. His stiff cock pressed against her inner thigh, torturously close to her opening.

“How badly?” he asked, caressing her again with more pressure.

“So badly,” she cried. “Please, take me. Take me now.”

From the front, Spencer knelt down slowly, pausing to lightly tongue her nipples and kiss the swell of her abdomen. He hooked two fingers of each hand on the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. Gently he ran his tongue over her wet cleft. She cried out, her eyes springing open with the shock of pleasure. He licked her clit lightly, then pushed inside her. She felt herself flooding with wetness. He moaned as he sucked on her clit. “You taste so good, Jess.”

She felt her legs giving out. She felt Spencer’s strong arms around her thighs while Nate supported her from behind, bringing her down to lie on the floor. Her naked flesh sang against the soft, plush carpet. Nate and Spencer lay down on either side of her, Spencer licking and sucking her right nipple, Nate her left. She felt her pelvis gyrate with want, her moans growing louder and louder as her arousal peaked.

“Can you get on your hands and knees?” Nate asked huskily.

She obeyed, rolling onto her stomach and rising so her palms and kneecaps were planted firmly on the floor. She would do anything, anything at all, to have her flaming desire sated.

Nate got up and knelt behind her, the front of his thighs firm against hers, his member making delirious contact with her wet, pleading opening. He took it in his hand and ran his hard shaft over her cleft. She moaned.

“Do you like that, Jess?” he said, his voice thick.

“Yes,” she whispered.

Spencer had risen and was standing in front of her, his cock throbbing in front of her eyes. She opened her mouth and closed her lips around the tip, sucking gently. He moaned. “Oh, Jess, that feels amazing.”

From behind her, she could feel Nate’s cockhead barely enter her. The teasing was driving her wild. She took Spencer farther into her mouth, letting her tongue run wild over his smooth hardness. He moaned louder, and she could feel him swell even more than she thought possible. She sucked on him eagerly as she pushed her pelvis against Nate, needing him inside her to finally bring her relief.

She cried out as Nate suddenly heaved into her, sheathing himself to the hilt. The sudden penetration caused a spark of pain, but it instantly gave way to a screaming sensation of pleasure. His massive cock moved around inside her, reaching for every tiny crevice of feeling. She moaned as Nate moved in a slow, tight circle, his thickness reaching every little nerve ending.