Love Under Two Cowboys (25 page)

Scrambling for his pen and the miserly pad of paper supplied by the motel, he copied down the information.

Despite being excited to finally have a lead, he took the time to wipe out any trace of his incursion.

Once he was out of that system, he pulled up Everywhere Earth and began to search. He found the location straight off, though from what he could see from the satellite imagery, it didn’t look like much of a town—barely a blip on the map.

He closed that and began a search trying to learn all he could about his woman’s new location. There wasn’t much online, just a few mentions here and there. The town had a website but again, he didn’t learn a whole lot.

Of course what he needed to know he wouldn’t find in any database or on any website. “Tell me, Carolyn, what the hell are you doing in a place called
Lusty
,
Texas
?”

George figured he’d have all of his questions answered soon. She probably hadn’t been there for very long. He recalled how shy and withdrawn she was. He also knew how folks in small towns were. They doubtless looked at her as some sort of interloper. She likely had no friends, and sure as hell no one would care two bits about her. That, really, was perfect. She had been perfect. Perfect for him.

No one would give a shit for her, and while they wouldn’t be very welcoming to him—another newcomer—they wouldn’t give a rat’s ass that he was in their midst. He’d shop at their general store, if they had one, eat at their restaurant, buy gas at their gas station, and that would likely be enough to get them to leave him be.

Small town, or large city, didn’t matter. People were all for themselves anymore, and didn’t care one damn about anyone else.

George nodded. All he had to do was map the location and do a little more research. Now that he knew where she was, he had a little time. George Lockwood, after all, no longer existed. He was George Smith, a man free and clear. George smiled. It would just be another few weeks, time enough to do some shopping, and some planning, and get it all set in his mind. No more going off on a tangent. Doing that had landed his ass in jail. He’d learned his lesson. He’d be a little patient, and then he would get his ass to Lusty, and put his hands on his woman.

* * * *

She felt the tension in her men all during the drive from the restaurant to home. Sitting between them on the bench seat of Chase’s pickup felt like sitting between two slabs of granite. Carrie smiled. Well, two slabs of granite that radiated heat and a combined aroma that made her mouth water and her juices flow.

“Julián is heading over to Peter’s for the afternoon and evening.”

Chase’s words might have sounded like a non sequitur to anyone else. But to Carrie they sounded like a warning and a promise all rolled into one.

“Is that a fact?” She slid Chase a sly glance and licked her suddenly dry lips.

“That is a fact, darlin’.” Brian nodded. Then he turned his head and looked at her.

She met his gaze and her nipples hardened into tight little points. He nodded again, looked down at her chest, and then met her gaze once more.

“We didn’t want you to feel like you needed to muffle your cries,” Chase said. “The first time we fuck your ass.”

“And we didn’t want to feel restricted in where we took you, either. Not today.” Brian let his gaze roam her body. “We’re gonna nail you as soon as we you get inside that house. Guaran-damn-tee it.”

Carrie understood these two cowboys. The need to nurture and protect was in their blood. Faced with a situation they couldn’t handle all on their own, that need had become a fever in them both, demanding immediate relief.

Oh yes, she understood them completely and loved them absolutely. Their care of her was what had melted her heart in the first place. How could she not return it full measure? They took such joy in giving her everything she needed.

High time, she thought, that she returned that favor. “Why wait?” Carrie figured she should get them as fired up as they’d just gotten her. She’d never been so hot, so horny. Their words always inflamed her, but this time they positively ignited her arousal. If they’d sucked her and fingered her for a half hour, she wouldn’t have been this high or this ready to combust.

“Was that a dare, sugar?” Chase’s tone sounded conversational, but she knew better. He put the truck’s turn signal on, and then drove the vehicle into the ranch’s driveway. He navigated the gravel lane carefully, as if he had all the time in the world.

“Maybe.” She leaned back and stretched, pushing her chest out. Then she gave her hips a seductive little roll. “Then again, maybe not.” She shrugged and splayed her hand on her bare knee, then trailed it up her thigh, raising her skirt as she did so.

She’d never deliberately teased a man before and wanted to crow that she seemed to be doing such a damn fine job now, so coquettishly teasing the two of them.

Yep, she was doing a good job if the way Chase just hissed out a breath through his teeth was any indication. Inside her, all her randy hormones were doing a rousing dance in celebration.

Chase brought the truck to a gentle stop not far from the steps that led up to the porch. Carrie’s female bits quivered in anticipation as she sat, silently, waiting to see what would happen next. She felt Chase and Brian turn to look at each other, doing their twin-psy communication thing, and kept her gaze on her hands, folded demurely in her lap.

Both cab doors opened at the same moment, and both men stepped out of the truck together.

“Come here, darlin’.” Brian’s usually deep voice had dipped even lower and Carrie took one second to close her eyes and savor that shiver that tickled along her spine. Then she inched across the seat toward the passenger door, turned so that she faced him with her feet hanging out the cab, and slid gently to the ground, ending up more or less trapped between her lover and the truck.

He met her gaze, the tiny smile that teased the corner of his mouth full of male smugness.
God, I love that look
. She dared not let female society at large know, but when her cowboys got to acting all alpha male, it just made her melt into a puddle of gooey need.

“Turn around, and put your hands flat on the seat.”

Carrie did as bid and bit back a moan when Brian’s hands caressed her bottom through her prim and proper work skirt. She expected him to go ahead and unfasten the black A-line garment, but he surprised her. Instead, he slipped her T-shirt out of the waistband of her skirt and raised it to just above her breasts.

Then he did the same thing with her skirt, raising it until it was bunched around her waist. Beneath her clothes, her simple cotton bra and panties were all that stood between his gaze and her bare flesh. The weather being too hot by far for panty hose or stockings, Carrie tended to keep her attire at work simple, just wearing the two layers.

She felt and heard movement behind her. Brian released the clasp that held her bra closed, and her breasts fell free, the warm summer air kissing her nipples, making them even harder than they had been.

She heard a metal clicking kind of sound. Brian said, “We’ll buy you new ones, darlin’.”

Before Carrie could even wonder what he meant, she felt something thin and cold slide between her hip and her bikini panties on her left side.

One sharp tug was followed by another on her right side, and her sliced, cotton panties were in Brian’s hands.

Carrie gasped, but he moved quickly, using his pocket knife to slice the straps of her bra.

“Hold still.” He reached in front of her and pulled her T-shirt all the way up. But instead of taking it off her completely he just pulled the neck of it over her head. Her arms were still in the short sleeves of the shirt, but her breasts stood exposed to the world.

She felt him step back, and then he caressed her naked ass. “Mmm, look at that. Now that is fucking beautiful. I love your ass, and I’m going to have it very,
very
soon. But I need your cunt, first. Spread those sexy legs for me a little, Carrie.”

Shaking with lust, Carrie wasted no time doing as she was told. She heard the sound of his zipper, and the tearing of a foil packet.

“Lean over the seat more, oh, yes, just like that. Just let me feel you…oh, Carrie, your pussy is so damn
wet
for me.”

The sensation of his fingers stroking her slit, dipping into her pussy, and spreading her juices on her pussy lips made her arousal sizzle. She couldn’t stop herself from flexing her inner muscles, as if she could make her climax come just from that exercise alone.

Brian leaned over her. “I feel you working those sexy muscles of yours, darlin’. Feels like your cunt wants to gobble my cock whole. Are you hungry for it, Carrie? Is your cunt hungry for my cock?”

Carrie knew that anyone driving down the lane right now would get quite the show. Somehow, knowing there was a possibility that could happen just added more thrill into the mix.

Brian moved in closer and rubbed his condom-covered cock over her slit, back and forth, and Carrie moaned.

“Yes, Brian, my cunt is hungry for your cock. Please, babe.
Fuck
me.”

“How do you want me to fuck you, Carrie? Nice and slow and polite-like? Soft, like a gentle rain?”

Carrie knew what he wanted from her, and she gave it to him. “I want you to shove that monster cock of yours into my cunt and fuck me hard and fast and deep. I need you to grab my hair and my hip and pound into me over and over again. I want you to make me scream when I come.”

“Fuck, yeah.
That’s
what I wanted to hear.” Brian growled and then grunted when he grabbed her hair and her hip and thrust his cock into her in one solid stroke.

“Oh,
yes
!” Carrie loved all the sensations of being fucked. She loved the heat and the friction and the fullness. She loved the way Brian took her from behind, angling just right so that his cock brushed against her G-spot. She loved the sound of his flesh slapping against her flesh and the scent of sex, a scent that was a combination of their sweat and their juices.

She never knew she could
be
this woman, a woman who could revel in making love. But she was, and she did.

“Oh, I’m so close, oh yes, yes, Brian,
harder
!” She used one hand to balance herself against the truck seat, and the other she reached back for him, needing to grab his ass and pull him to her, help him take her.

“You’re a hot little piece, aren’t you? Mmm, yes,
fuck
, your cunt feels so damn good wrapped around my cock. Squeeze me, darlin’. Yeah, baby, just like that.
God
!”

Carrie had no breath for words even if she could get her brain to function. Reason and logic disintegrated, and she evolved into a creature of sensations, a feral creature for whom there was only this, the cock of her mate pumping in and out of her willing, wanton pussy.

Brian grunted and tugged her hair hard as he pushed into her and held himself deep. Carrie screamed his name as her orgasm exploded and she came hard. Swamped with wave after stunning wave of sensation, her keening cry sounded otherworldly to her own ears. The climax held her, stroking her inside and out with what felt like a high-voltage current until finally it sizzled out.

Carrie fell forward onto the seat. She saw stars and realized her eyes had closed and she was holding her breath. Brian’s hand stroked her between where her skirt was bunched and where her shirt stretched between her shoulders.

“I didn’t hurt you?” He leaned forward and kissed her neck.

“Never.” Carrie grinned. His cock was still inside her giving her intermittent little pulses—she guessed that was the male version of aftershocks.

Either that or he has stupendous recovery and control.

“So you’re all right?”

“Oh, I’m better than all right, cowboy.”

“Good.” He eased his cock out of her, and stepped back. She felt his hands slide around her and ease her up, so she was standing straight. He took a moment to adjust her clothing, only he wasn’t covering her. He was rolling her skirt so that it stayed in place, bunched around her waist. Then he said, “In that case, you can head on up to the porch. Don’t touch your clothing, just get walking. Chase is waiting for you.”

And then Brian turned her so that she faced Chase, smacked her on the ass, and gave her a tiny little push.

Carrie looked up toward the porch. The sight before her caught her breath and relit her arousal.

Oh. My. God.
Chase was leaning against the house, hat turned down as if to shade his eyes—or hide his face. His right leg, bent at the knee, allowed him to put his foot against the house. He looked relaxed, and insouciant, except for one thing.

His cock was sticking out of his pants, standing tall and erect and covered in a condom.

“I do believe you were told to come on up here, sugar. I don’t see you doing that.”

Oh, yum.
Chase’s voice was even sexier than Brian’s when he went all alpha male like that.
Lord, I’m going to be dripping my juices if I’m not careful.