Her Bareback Cowboys (12 page)

“Are you complaining?” She rocked her hips, riding him. Faster and faster until her world threatened to spin out of orbit. She dug her nails into his shoulders as waves of pleasure crashed through her.

“Never. I could do this for the rest of my life.”

So could she. The pleasure inside her reached unbearable proportions and realization hit her. She loved them—both. The thought arrested her movements while her mind raced. Thank goodness her hair hid her now pale face. How could she be in love with two men at the same time? What type of woman was she?

Maverick stopped moving and stroked the hair from her face. He frowned. “You okay? Did I hurt you?”

His concern threatened to close her throat and she swallowed. No wonder she was falling in love with them. She shook her head and jiggled her bum. “No, I’m just making sure you’re paying attention.”

“Oh, I am, honey.” He picked up the rhythm, pushing up and into her with increased vigor.

When Maverick’s cry echoed in the room and his body spasmed, sensation overrode reason and she abandoned herself to the pure ecstasy of enjoying the mating.

Her own spasms subsided and Wade lifted her to her feet. He hugged her to him and she nestled her cheek against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. Oh, she was in such trouble.

Wade placed her hands on the top of the bales and bent her forward. She glanced at him over her shoulder, presenting her backside to him.

“Trust me?” Wade asked.

Adrian nodded, surprised to find that she did trust the men. Instinct told her they would never hurt her. They didn’t need to love someone to be gentle and kind. Wade’s fingers lubricated the tight hole of her ass again, and Adrian lost her train of thought as he slipped one finger inside. With her on the brink of orgasm, he extracted the finger and she gasped. He couldn’t leave her hanging like this—she’d die of want. Her body would never recover. Then he eased two fingers inside, stretching the muscles, relaxing the tight ring.

Maverick squeezed his shoulders between her legs. “Open your legs wider, honey.”

She obliged and he stroked her clit, tugging and twisting until her body undulated around the fingers in her ass, forcing them deeper. While Maverick twirled her nipple between his fingers, the pressure in her anus lessened, only to be replaced by the sharp sting of Wade’s penis entering her.

She gasped and he held still for eternal seconds to allow her time to adjust to the burn. Heady sensation and an incredible fullness replaced the discomfort and she moved her hips tentatively.

“Oh, God, you’re tight.”

His words electrified her and she tilted her hips to ease the pressure. Or increase it. She wasn’t sure what she wanted. All she knew was that she wanted more. As if waiting for the sign, Wade thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock deeper into her. Adrian lost all sense of time and place as her body attempted to process the ecstasy of Wade’s cock filling her ass and Maverick stroking her clit and breasts. She failed miserably.

When Maverick pushed two fingers into her vagina, her legs buckled and Wade snaked an arm across her waist to keep her upright, changing the angle and burying himself deeper inside her. Wade started moving, excruciatingly slow at first, but gradually increasing the pace. Maverick followed the rhythm—faster and harder, until Maverick shoved three fingers into her pussy and Wade plunged in and out of her ass.

She dug her nails into Maverick’s shoulders as the muscles in her pussy quivered. The cock inside her pulsed and Wade’s cry mingled with her own when her juices ran over Maverick’s hand. Still, they didn’t let up and Maverick ran his thumb over her sensitive clit. The walls of her vagina contracted, hugging his fingers and he curled them, sapping the strength from her legs.

Then both men withdrew and Adrian sank to her knees, gasping for breath she was unable to find. Beside her, Wade replaced the condom with a fresh one while Maverick gently lifted her off the floor, his chest warming her back. When Wade moved in beneath her, looking up at her as he slid his hand over her chest and tummy until he found her clit, Maverick positioned her so she straddled Wade’s hips. With a few strokes, Wade brought her to the brink of orgasm again. He slipped his cock into her pussy and Adrian sagged onto his chest.

Then the pressure on her anus returned as Maverick eased his cock into her. Her brain short-circuited. She couldn’t take any more pleasure. This was too much.

Wade lifted her head and stroked her hair away from her face. “You okay, honey?”

She wet her dry lips and nodded before capturing his mouth in a searing kiss. Once again they fucked her, Wade gliding his cock into her pussy while Maverick met him stroke for stroke with his cock up her ass, until she couldn’t remember her own name. She existed only for the pleasure they could give her. When her body shuddered, they kept going, not letting up until they had all tumbled over the edge again and again.

Sated and spent, she slouched between their hard bodies while her world righted itself. Their panting subsided and Adrian glanced at Wade. He watched her through heavy lids.

“If you don’t think that was larrupin’ good, I’m applying for a sex change.”

She giggled. It was better than fantastic. Tiny eruptions still riddled her body, but it wouldn’t do to inflate their egos further. She kept her face straight as she ran her palm over his cheek.

“It was all right, I guess, but I could do with some more.”

Maverick lifted himself onto his elbow and glared at her. “Jeez, you want more? Damn, woman, what planet are you from because you sure as hell aren’t human.”

She shrugged and bit the inside of her lip to keep from smiling. “I haven’t had any sex in over a year. So can you blame me for being needy?”

Wade gave her a leery grin. “Nope, but I’d sure like to help you make up for lost time.”

Adrian smiled and crawled to her knees. “You guys sure you’re up for another round?”

“I see nothing has changed. You’re still fucking anything that moves.”

Adrian shrieked and whirled around. Her eyes told her it was Rory leaning against the wooden door, but her brain refused to accept it. There was no reason for Rory to be here. She must be hallucinating. When her hallucination moved farther into the room, all the blood rushed from her face. The men sat up simultaneously, shielding her body with theirs.

Her heartbeat pounded in her ears. The second chance at salvaging her career had just crashed and burned. This time, she’d violated her own rule and got caught. She’d slept with her models and Rory wouldn’t hesitate to announce it from the top of the highest mountain for all to hear.

“Who the fuck are you, and what are you doing here?”

Adrian jumped at Wade’s grumble. His aggression should send any intelligent man ducking for cover, but Rory had never pleaded an excess of brain cells. He stepped closer.

Maverick reached for his shirt on a bale nearby and handed it to her. She pulled it over her head and struggled to get up from the blanket.

“Wade, Maverick, meet my ex-husband, Rory Myburg.”

Chapter Nine

Maverick glared at Rory as the man strutted toward them and fisted his hands. The past couple of days he’d wondered about the man who had caused Adrian so much pain and he’d craved the opportunity to throttle him. Now Rory stood before him, arrogant and smirking at his good fortune of getting an opportunity to ruin Adrian further.

Although he could see why Rory was a popular model, he couldn’t help his instant dislike of the man. One look at Adrian hugging her arms to her body and the pallor of her cheeks and Maverick was ready to rearrange the man’s face—preferably permanently.

Maverick rose from the floor, taking care to flex his ample muscles. He strode to where he’d flung his jeans and took his time putting them on. Only after he’d slipped his arms into his jacket did he face Rory. The silence in the room since Adrian’s announcement was deafening.

“I think we can take this discussion outside and give Adrian some privacy to dress.”

Rory squared his shoulders and smirked. “It’s not like I haven’t seen it before.” His gaze ran over Adrian slowly, lingering on her bare legs and swollen lips.

“Man, if you don’t walk out the door within the next two seconds, I’ll help you out.” Wade stood in one fluid motion and took a step toward Rory.

Some of the arrogance evaporated from Rory’s stance, but he held his ground. Maverick felt a sliver of admiration for the man. It took real guts to stand up to the two of them. Although Maverick was by no means short, Wade towered over both of them, and with his stern face fully in place, Wade usually intimidated the bravest of souls. Hell, if he was on the receiving end of Wade’s wrath, he’d run a mile. But then, Rory didn’t know Wade—not yet anyway.

“What are you doing here, Rory?”

The quiver in Adrian’s voice belied the aggression she tried to infuse. With three strides, Maverick was at her side and had slung his arm over her shoulders, pulling her against him. The trembling in her body ratcheted his anger up another notch.

“You’re not the only one who landed a job after nearly a year of struggling.”

Adrian inched closer to Maverick as if seeking the warmth of his body. She swung her hand in the air, indicating Wade and Maverick. “We already have models for this assignment.”

“You fucked up my modeling career, but you forgot I’m a qualified videographer. So, darling, I’m here to make sure you pay for the misery you put me through.” He grinned and Maverick fisted his hands.

Rory stepped closer to Adrian and she cringed further into Maverick’s body. Damn, he ached to take the bastard’s head off. As if she’d read his thoughts, Adrian slipped her arm around Maverick’s middle and squeezed.

“Buddy, you’ve overstayed your welcome in this room. I suggest you get your ass outside right now.” Wade’s voice rumbled like a rockslide through the room.

“Or what?”

Maverick loosened Adrian’s grip on him. It was time to get up close and personal with the hard-of-hearing lout. He stepped closer until his nose was inches away from Rory’s face. “Or I’ll help you out.”

“Oh, this is ridiculous. Rory, get over yourself. This is not the time or the place to discuss this.” Adrian tugged on Maverick’s arm. “He’s not worth the effort. Let’s get out of here. I still have a couple of photos to take.” She grabbed her clothes and pulled her jeans over her hips.

There was no way Maverick was going to let Rory have an eyeful of Adrian again and he needed his shirt. “I’ll see you out.” He walked to the door and held it open, leaving their guest no choice but to obey.

“This is not over, not by a long shot. I owe you some of the same love you gave me.” Rory pointed at Adrian. “You ruined my career, so be warned, I plan to return the favor.”

Adrian sighed. “I heard you the first time.” She lifted her hands in a careless gesture. “I can’t stop you from trying, so give it your best shot.”

Maverick stared at Adrian and his mouth dropped open. In the space of seconds, she had transformed into a goddess on the warpath. Shoulders squared, hair tangled and eyes blazing, she wore a look that shouted
don’t mess with me
. His loins stirred and he cursed himself silently. This was not the time or the place to notice how very sexy, very desirable and totally lovable she was. Clearly she’d decided that she wasn’t going to let Rory intimidate her anymore.
That’s my girl
, he silently cheered her on.

She gathered the rest of her clothes from the floor and tucked her boots under her arm. Ignoring everyone else, she sat on a bale and shoved her foot in the shoe, her hair hiding her face from view. Rory glared at her for a second more before he turned and walked past Maverick. Maverick shut the door behind him and threw the deadbolt.

“I’m sorry you guys got caught in the middle of this.” Her shoulders slumped and she dropped her head into her hands.

“Last time I checked, we were three on the blanket,” Wade mumbled as he dressed. Once he’d pulled on his boots, he stood with his fists planted on his hips. “Look at me,” he ordered.

Adrian lifted her head.

“If having earth-shattering sex is a crime, I’m applying to relocate to another planet.”

Her lips twitched, but she didn’t smile. “He can only cause trouble if our work is not up to standard.”

Maverick suppressed the urge to hug her to him. “So, let’s get moving on those last shots for the night.” He held out his hand. “Give me my shirt, woman, so I can get presentable.”

This time the smile reached her eyes and she slowly unbuttoned the garment. The lady had spunk. Maybe too much for her own good, but he’d be crazy not to love that about her. Crazy he was, for how could he fall in love with a woman after such a short time?

Suddenly requiring more air to breathe, he donned his shirt and the rest of his clothes before he hightailed it out of the barn. The cold air outside did nothing to dispel his confusion, but at least he could breathe. This was a complication none of them needed at this point.

* * * *

Adrian chose to have dinner in her room and she spent half the night sorting through the photos and arranging her selection into a workable presentation. Satisfied that the outstanding photos wouldn’t take long the following morning, she crawled under the covers in the early morning hours.

Since the realization that Rory had no real power over her, a sense of freedom flooded her. If she did her job, which she was extremely good at, he could do what he pleased and nobody would listen. This was all up to her, not someone else. Why hadn’t she realized it before? Her life was in her own hands. Even the stink he’d caused on their last assignment together had been because he’d chosen to abandon his obligations. She’d done her part, as much as she could without a model, and her sex-capades had in no way affected her work, although she’d been punished right along with him. This time, he was the one in danger of losing his job again if he abandoned the assignment. It couldn’t affect the fulfilment of her contract. If Wade and Maverick refused to work with him on this shoot, he would be hard-pressed to find other employment.