Hunt, Sofia - Riding the Circuit [Rodeo Riders 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (8 page)

“What the hell. I’m not done with your cock, cowboy.”

Glancing around, he didn’t see a soul. “Honey, I’m not done with you either. I just need a change in venue.”

She licked her lips. Anticipation lit up her sexy eyes. “Fuck me.” Her throaty whisper sent shivers of sexual need from his lips to the tip of his cock.

“A woman like you needs a hard ride.”

“The harder the better.”

“On your hands and knees,
darlin
’.”

Mitzi quickly complied, wriggling her ass in his face. Raising his hand, he brought it down hard on her fine ass. She shrieked, caught off guard by his more-than-playful slap.

“What the hell was that for?”

“Just breaking in my little filly.”

“This filly wants you to get your ass in the saddle.”

Jonah laughed. “Don’t tell me you’ve never dabbled in the dark side of sex?”

She snorted. “I’ve dabbled in everything to do with sex.”

He was intrigued. “Even multiple partners?”

“The more, the merrier.” She looked back at him and winked. “Hot damn.”

Jonah fumbled for a condom in his jeans pocket and slipped it over his rock-hard dick. He dispensed with further foreplay and positioned himself at her wet entrance. With one hard thrust, he buried himself deep into her pussy, which was surprisingly tight and pure sinful heaven. Jonah paused and savored the moment. She fit him like a glove, custom made for his cock. Her body pulsed around him, muscles contracting to bring a sweet pressure to bear on his hard dick.

Jonah threw back his head and uttered a guttural growl from deep inside, primal and untamed. Her mass of red hair fell across her back and over her shoulders, reflecting fire in the moonlight. The same fire built in his groin to almost painful proportions.

He drew back, gritting his teeth from the steel control being exerted to keep from pounding into her. His hands rested on her sides, grasping her silky skin, and shook from the effort it took to hold back.

His heart pounded in his ears. Withdrawing with painful slowness, he slid inside her again, a deceptively slow, lazy stroke. She arched her back and moaned, grinding her hips into his crotch.

“You feel so fucking good, Jonah.”

“Babe, not half as good as you.”

Reaching underneath her, Jonah grabbed two handfuls of tits, squeezing and pinching. All the while, Mitzi squirmed and writhed, rearing back to press her ass against his hips and take him even deeper. He held on as she bucked in a wild frenzy beneath him.

Everything they said about her was inaccurate. She was far better than anything he’d heard. No wonder she broke the heart of every male lucky enough to fuck her.

As he watched her sweaty body gyrating with unbridled enthusiasm, he fell a little in love himself. Jonah gave as good as he got. He meant to take it slow, treat her like a lady, but the lady wasn’t making it possible. So he treated her like a woman. He rode her hard and rough, like a wild filly who needed taming. She demanded more, and he gave it. He’d always held back with women for fear of hurting them. But not this woman. She demanded, and he had to give then up the stakes.

She came first. Her pussy squeezing his cock tight with each spasm of her body as it shook with the intensity of her orgasm. He bit down on his lip, right on the edge. But he wanted to see his cum on her body, not inside a condom. It took a supreme effort but he withdrew and flipped her onto her back. She stared up at him, her eyes glazed with lust.

Ripping off the condom, he knelt over her tits and reached for his throbbing dick. She pushed his hand away and grabbed him, taking care of him in the way only a hot woman could. She tightened her fingers around his hard shaft and pumped him. A few strokes later, he threw back his head and let go. His cum landed on her nipples and ran down the swells of her breasts, pooling in her cleavage.

He sank to the bed and pulled her to him, sweat and cum mingled on their naked bodies. The scent of sex filled his nostrils, mixed in with the smell of animals and dust. He’d never felt this good before. They lay in silence, their bodies intertwined until she spoke in a husky voice.

“You’re the first man who’s interested me since Riley.”

“That was over a year ago. You don’t mean to say you haven’t fucked anyone since then?”

She smiled at him. “Crazy. Isn’t it?”

Not only was it crazy, but it scared the shit out of him, and he wasn’t totally sure why.

* * * *

Watching in disgust, the Enforcer crouched in the darkness. The slut needed to be punished, taking a man like that where anyone could see. She’d been warned she was being watched. Didn’t that mean anything to her? Didn’t she understand she belonged to another?

She’d given this man her body, which wasn’t hers to give. No, not at all. She belonged to the Enforcer, body and soul.

She’d learn her lesson.

Soon.

“Where the hell have you been?” Riley met Jonah at the door of their trailer. Jonah’s clothes were rumpled, his T-shirt was on backward, and his hair stood up on end every which way. Jonah’s eyes had the glazed look of a man who’d recently been sexually satisfied.

As Jonah grabbed a beer and sprawled in a lawn chair, Riley’s knuckles tightened into a fist.

Jonah regarded him with the raise of one eyebrow. “What’s stuck in your craw?”

“What the fuck have you been doing?” Riley’s entire body tensed, ready for a fight, for that satisfying feel of fist meeting with jawbone, the flash of pain, the crack of knuckles on bone.

“What are you? My mother?” Jonah’s relaxed body didn’t invite an altercation even though his words did. Guilt flashed briefly in Jonah’s eyes, and Riley knew what he’d suspected was true.

“You fucked her.” Riley blinked and balanced back on his heels. He loosened his fists and drew in deep breaths. The fight drained out of him, and he sank onto their tack trunk.

Jonah stared at his beer and concentrated on peeling the label.

Riley leaned the back of his head against the wall and stared at the aluminum ceiling of the horse trailer. “
Aww
, man, you did.”

Jonah looked up, irritation mingled with guilt. “Yeah, so. You said you didn’t care.”

Riley crossed his arms over his chest. He drew in deep, calming breaths and admitted to the truth in Jonah’s words. “I don’t. Why should I? I was just worried. You were gone a fucking long time. I thought something might have happened.”

“Something did happen.”

Riley ground his teeth together. Jealousy bit at his heels like a cattle dog after a recalcitrant heifer. He hated the feeling. Riley never got jealous. Never. He had no right. Hell, he’d only slept with the woman once himself. A year ago. This was stupid. Yet, his gut twisted at the thought of Jonah and Mitzi naked and writhing under the moonlight.

“Hey,
Ry
, you aren’t pissed at me, are you?”

Riley shook his head. “I’m pissed at myself.”

Jonah narrowed his eyes and studied his friend. “Now I understand.”

“Understand what?”

“Why she’s considered so hot. The woman ruins you for any other woman.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Know what?”

“What?”

“I was the first guy she’s been with since you.”

Riley’s eyes opened wide. “What? Not a chance in hell.”

“I’m telling you the truth. She said I was the first guy she’d been interested in since you.”

“Holy shit.” Riley slumped into the other chair. He ran a hand through his hair.

Jonah leaned forward. “You know what that means, don’t you? We could both have her if we wanted her.”

Riley swallowed and cleared his tight throat. His cock hardened at the thought of the two of them with Mitzi every night, all night. “How big is that bed in her trailer?”

“Pretty damn big.”

* * * *

“You did what?” Tanya set down her coffee cup with a clunk.

“I slept with Jonah.”

“I thought you were still hot after Riley.”

“I never said that.”

“You didn’t have to. I have eyes. Besides, you’d been celibate since Riley.”

“I know, but Jonah—” Mitzi sighed and wrapped her hands around the warm mug of coffee. “I’m so confused. Jonah was incredible. Surprisingly caring and considerate, gentle, yet rough. I mean, he seemed to know just what I needed and when I needed it.”

“Just like Riley.”

“Yeah, just like Riley in some ways. Jonah’s not as serious. He’s a lot more playful. Riley is more intense, more consuming. But even after Jonah, I found myself watching the two of them today during their go-rounds. Sleeping with Jonah didn’t make me less hot for Riley. It made me hot for both of them.”

“Then do both of them.”

“Are you serious?” Despite what she’d told Jonah, she’d never fucked two guys at once or even allowed another guy to watch.

“Why not? You ever done two guys at once?”

“No, I’ve never given it a thought before.” Not exactly true. She’d thought about Jonah and Riley and her together. A lot.

“Get serious. It’s every woman’s fantasy to have two hot men all over her.”

“So maybe I’ve entertained the thought a time or two.” Mitzi regarded her friend. “Have you had two guys at once?”

“Not yet, but Armondo has a brother—”

“Julian?”

“Yeah, you’ve noticed him. He’s yummy. So who knows? I get the impression they’d be game for it, but I’m taking my time.”

“You know what I’m afraid of?”

“What?”

“If I tried it, I might never be able to go back to just one man.”

“Yeah, I know. Once you try two, that’s all you’ll do.”

Mitzi giggled. “Can you imagine what my Daddy would do if he found out I was part of a ménage? Or that old prune, Ethel? I’d be stripped of my crown for sure.”

“Who says they need to find out? Your sex life is no one’s business but yours.”

“Yeah, but guys talk. Compare notes. It’d get around.”

“Do you think Riley and Jonah are the kiss-and-tell type?”

Mitzi considered that for a moment. “No, no, I don’t.” She stood and stretched.

Mitzi opened the trailer door to let a little morning breeze inside. A wilted red rose and an envelope fell to the ground. She picked them up and went cold inside.

Tanya saw her change in expression. “Another one?”

Mitzi nodded, placed the rose on the table, and ripped open the envelope with trembling hands, annoyed she was letting this bullshit get to her.

“What does it say?” Tanya fingered the rose.

“I saw you last night. You were a bad girl, and bad girls need to be punished. You belong to me.”
Mitzi looked up as fear crawled through her. The realization stabbed her like a knife in the stomach. “My stalker can’t be my dad or someone working for him. If Daddy knew about last night, he’d be here first thing this morning sending my butt packing to the ranch.”

“You really do have a stalker.” The alarm in Tanya’s eyes drove it home even more. “You have to tell Riley and Jonah.”

“I know, but I’m dreading it. They won’t give me a moment’s peace. Won’t let me out of their sight. They’ll move in the trailer with me.”

Tanya grinned. “I know. You lucky girl.”

Jonah pocketed the prize money he’d won from steer wrestling and coming in second in calf roping. It’d been a good weekend. Riley had won the calf roping, and they’d finished third in team roping. Thanks to Garrison who paid all their expenses, they socked away their earnings in savings.

Mitzi had avoided Jonah all day as they packed up their rigs to get ready for the next town on the circuit. She’d given him a curt nod, but other than that, she’d kept her distance. He didn’t regret their night together, but she seemed to have a problem with it.

Women.
He sucked down a bottle of water, lowered the ramp on the trailer, loaded his own horse, and waited for Riley to come out of the barn with Loco.

Next door, Mitzi struggled to roll up her fancy awning. Jonah wandered over. “Need any help, little lady?”

“Not from you.”

“Now is that any way to talk to a man who made your night such a memorable one?”

“Memorable? I’ve already forgotten about it.”

Jonah leaned forward and blew on the sensitive spot in the hollow of her collarbone. She shivered. He grinned. “Hmmm. Seems your body has a better memory than your brain.”

“At least I have a brain.”

“Ah, honey, brains are overrated. I much prefer to think with my little head.”

“Now that doesn’t surprise me.” Mitzi met his gaze. Her brown eyes seemed troubled, not what he expected. The little minx usually enjoyed their sparring. Jonah liked that in her. A little clashing of personalities added spice to the sex. She stopped wrestling with the awning and stepped back. “Here, put your muscles to good use.”