The Cowboy's Kink (The Billionaire Bachelors Series) (11 page)

“She was having contractions,” Alicia gasped, leaning helplessly against him. Damn, he was one hell of a good kisser. “She’s frustrated it’s taking so long.”

“I’m frustrated too,” he muttered. “And I’m planning on making up for lost time as soon as possible.”

Alicia bit her lip and placed her hands on his chest, resisting when he would have kissed her again. “You have company.”

“I do.”

“I’m going back to the ranch with Jinny so you can visit.”

His grip on her tightened. “No you’re not.”

She patted his chest gently. “It’s okay, Tracy. I don’t mind at all. This
is
your house, I’m just visiting myself. Enjoy your friends and I’ll see you when they’re gone.”

His eyes narrowed. “Are you still wearing your plug?”

She gasped and glanced around him to see if Roy heard him. He was on the phone again. Alicia swallowed. Of course she was. He’d gotten her a set of different sizes. He’d wanted her to wear one for a few hours every day and threatened to withhold her orgasms unless she obeyed him. “Yes, Tracy.”

“Good. I wouldn’t want to think you’d forgotten about me. Now unless you want me to bend you over the hood of your car and spank you in front of Roy until you’re begging, you’ll give me your car keys and get your ass in the house. Now.”

She handed him her keys but she couldn’t soothe her nerves. How was she supposed to behave around these people? What did he expect from her? “Are you sure?”

Tracy’s expression was enigmatic. “Am I sure I’m going to spank you if you don’t do what I say? Yes.” He hesitated. “Dean and Sara already know about you, Alicia. I’d like it if you joined us.”

She melted a little. He’d told them about her. What and how much she wasn’t sure, but it was something. “Okay.”

“Inside. Now.”

She smiled and blushed when Roy caught her eye. Tracy noticed and stopped beside him abruptly. “They’re staying for the night, Roy. I got you a room at the B&B in town. It’s a nice place and the owner is a fantastic cook. Tell her to make you my favorite.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Alicia laughed. “Be careful, Roy. His favorites usually burn the taste buds off your tongue.”

Tracy smacked her behind in warning and she jumped. “Think you know me, Alicia Bell?”

She did. Not as much as she would like, but as much as he would let her.

It would have to be enough.

She’d done this to him. Close to a month of Alicia Bell in his bed, in his ropes and in his life and Tracy was an addict. So strung out that he couldn’t stop touching her during dinner. Even now, as they sat on the deck watching the stars come out, his arm was around her shoulder, his fingers tangled in her long braid.

This morning had been his own special version of hell. He’d wanted to join her at the ranch, call her to hear her voice. Instead he’d been reduced to computer porn.

He must have watched that video she’d let him take of her three times. He couldn’t believe he’d gotten her to do it. Let him put her in that position. Hell, he couldn’t believe he’d given in to the impulse to purchase that “gift” in the first place. Tracy had seen the machine at the club once or twice, but he’d never been tempted to use it on anyone.

Until Alicia.

Did he think seeing her on her knees handcuffed to a rack with a motorized dildo would help him keep his distance? Would allow him to see to her pleasure without losing control?

He hadn’t started filming her until the fourth orgasm, when he’d turned the machine to its highest speed. By her sixth climax he was jealous of the damned fucking machine and he’d dropped the camera, kneeling in front of her to thrust his way to heaven in her mouth, cursing his lack of control.

The next day he’d shoved that monstrosity in the barn loft so she wouldn’t be tempted to use it, and he wouldn’t be tempted by the memory of how much she loved the hard, fast pounding. The kind he still didn’t feel she could take from him without getting hurt.

He shifted in his seat and tried to focus on the lively conversation around him. Sara and Alicia had instantly taken to each other, and he wasn’t surprised. Sara Charles was outgoing, open and full of life—and she’d had Alicia relaxed and laughing within minutes of their introduction.

Tracy had wondered if she would feel awkward around someone he’d been with, even as a tertiary player. He’d harnessed the curvy redhead. Tasted her while she sucked him and Dean took her from behind. He wouldn’t have been surprised if there’d been at least a moment of discomfort. Particularly from someone who hadn’t had that much previous experience with kink.

But if it was there, he hadn’t seen it. Which should have been a relief.

He didn’t want to think about why it wasn’t. Or why the idea of her being jealous didn’t sound that bad.

“That sounds like a great idea.”

“I’m game.”

Tracy scowled at Dean when the women stood and slipped off their shoes. “What the hell did I miss?”

His friend chuckled. “Bored, Reyes? Sweet Sara and the lovely Alicia have decided we should go for a moonlight swim.” He stood up and Tracy watched him remove his frayed t-shirt. “Wake up or you’ll miss all the fun.”

He stood, towering over his friend and shaking his head. “You are not the same grim bastard I had dinner with at Franco’s last month.”

Dean was watching Sara strip off her dress. “No, I’m not. And I’m praying she’ll make sure I never turn into him again.”

Tracy stilled in the middle of unbuttoning his shirt. “That sounds like you have a plan.”

The CEO of Warren Industries lowered his voice. “This road trip isn’t just to see you, Reyes. Though I do have a few things I need to talk to you about.” He took a breath. “Somewhere between her fantasy to make out in a Rocky Mountain truck stop and our trip back home, I’m going to convince that woman to marry me.”

That explained Roy and the Hummer. Tracy knew it was in the back of Henry Vincent’s limo where they’d first started their fantasy fulfillment adventure. Where his friend had fallen in love. “Good man. She’s a keeper.”

The sounds of splashing had both men turning to see the women entering the pool in nothing but their bras and underwear. Dean groaned. “She is something.” He elbowed Tracy as he moved toward the stairs. “Alicia isn’t your usual style, other than her hair color. She’s cute as a button and smart too. She’s staying here? In your house? A big step for Mr. Private and Discreet.”

“She’s a guest. Her sister is pregnant and married to my cousin.”

“Sounds complicated.”

He had no idea. Changing the subject, he motioned toward the girls. “They’re waiting for us.”

Dean shook his head. “Okay, Reyes. I hope you know what you’re doing.”

He didn’t. He followed Dean down the steps, peeling off his shirt and watching the women swimming in his pool, talking and laughing like it was any other day. Two couples enjoying a summer evening together.

Couple. Was this what it felt like to be with someone in an actual relationship? His lips tilted when he saw Alicia cover her eyes and stick out her tongue at Dean when he jumped in beside them with a splash. It filled him with a strange sense of pride to see how well she got along with them. To show her off.

He took off his boots and unbuckled his pants, frowning when she chuckled at something Dean said and looked over at Tracy. On the other hand, showing her off meant not being able to pay her back for the sleepless night and all the frustrating hours before Dean had called from the road to tell him they were nearby.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom before dropping his pants. He wasn’t sure he could wait for them to leave.

Alicia gasped and Dean groaned when Tracy walked into the water without a stitch on.

“Jesus, Reyes,” Dean complained. “Put that thing away before you scare the women. Wear boxers like a normal man.”

Sara swam to him with a smile. “No one is scared, Mr. Warren, sir. Why don’t you let me make you more comfortable?”

She ducked under the water and Dean made a sound of approval before she reappeared with his wet boxers in her hand. “Ta-da!”

Tracy glanced over at Alicia, who’d blushed and was looking down self-consciously. He reached her side and pulled her into his arms. “Look at me.”

Her blue-grey eyes were wide when they met his. Not afraid or disgusted or prudish, just unsure of where the night would take her. She knew Tracy had participated in threesomes before. “You’re with me, Alicia Bell. I’ve got no plans to share you.”

She nodded and he leaned down to kiss her, tensing when he felt Sara tap her finger on his shoulder. He stepped aside to look down at her.  “Yes, Ms. Charles?”

But she was studying Alicia. “I can tell by your expression that you know about us, don’t you? The fantasy thing?”

Alicia smiled shyly. “Tracy told me.”

Sara moved closer, her breasts above the water completely visible through her wet bra. “I’m glad. I’m not ashamed of it. I thought I would be, but I’m not.”

“I understand exactly what you mean. And I don’t think you should be. It sounds exciting.”

Tracy heard a tone in her voice that Sara responded to and he knew they were speaking in a language not usually meant for mortal man. “I had a feeling you would think so. Which is why I wanted you to help me with something.”

“Sara,” Tracy warned. “Dean, what the hell?”

Dean just smiled and shrugged from the other side of the pool.

“Of course. What is it?” Alicia’s curious question had him whipping his head back around to stare at her. She didn’t look unsure any more. She looked fascinated. Hell.

Sara took her hand and pulled her away from Tracy and closer to the shallow end of the pool. He kept himself from following.

“We take turns,” Sara began. “Fulfilling each other’s fantasies? And Dean’s had one for weeks that I haven’t been able to satisfy. I just never found another woman I was comfortable enough with to kiss.”

He saw Alicia tense and he clenched his fists, one hand still holding the condom. He wasn’t able to stop the rush of desire that hardened his cock at the idea of the two women together, but he knew it might be too much for Alicia to handle. “No one will be offended if you say no, baby. Believe me.”

Sara reached up to caress Alicia’s arms. “Of course not! I can see that you’re his.” She looked down at the bite marks on Alicia’s bare side and the fading rope lines she still had on her wrists. Her skin was so damn pale. “I trust Tracy. That’s why I knew I could ask you for a kiss. And Dean and I both think you’re beautiful.”

Tracy held his breath when Alicia reached out to touch one of Sara’s auburn curls. “
You’re
beautiful. I wish I had your hair,” Alicia laughed. “And other things.”

“Tracy?” Dean’s voice was restrained, but careful. “Does Sara have your permission?”

Fuck. “If she has Alicia’s, she has mine.”

Sara took Alicia’s hands and placed them on her breasts, causing both men to groan. “These other things?”

Alicia nodded, her lips parting as she explored Sara’s curves. Goddamn, Tracy felt his knees start to buckle. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was his water nymph again, unashamed and wild.

Sara moaned, reaching out to pay Alicia back in kind as she moved closer and pressed their lips together.

“Fuck,” Tracy muttered, reaching beneath the water to grip the base of his shaft. Sara was gently caressing Alicia’s lips with her own, but her fingers were pinching and tugging on her nipples in a way he knew Alicia loved. The way he touched her.

He heard her whimper into Sara’s mouth and move closer, their tongues tangling experimentally as their hips met beneath the clear water.

“That’s beautiful, Sara,” Dean rasped. “She likes it. Squeeze her nipples, baby. Jesus, I love you. You are so fucking sexy.”

Tracy was frozen by his lust. Hard and crazed as he watched Alicia respond to Sara’s attention. The redhead tugged down Alicia’s bra, revealing one bare breast to Tracy’s gaze before covering it again with her hand. Alicia tilted her head, lost in the kiss as her hands slid down Sara’s luscious body and reached behind her to cup her ass, pulling her closer.

She liked it. She fucking
loved
it. Having two men watch her as she rocked her hips against Sara’s pussy, arching her back as the other women plucked at her tight nipple until it was pink and begging to be sucked.

Dean was growling his encouragement, and Tracy had a sudden desire to punch the man’s lights out. He didn’t want anyone to see Alicia like this. How stunning she was in her need. The sexy siren hidden beneath that innocent façade.

He knew it wasn’t fucking fair after the way Dean had shared Sara. Knew it didn’t make any sense. He forced himself to stay where he was. To watch the fantasy unfold.

And then Sara let go of Alicia’s nipple and her hand slid down into the water, beneath her simple, white panties to disappear between her legs.

Alicia cried out in surprise against Sara’s lips but she didn’t stop her. Tracy knew she would be wet. Knew Sara’s talented fingers would slip inside that tight warm heaven that was his. His to fuck. His to taste. His to pleasure.

“Enough,” his command was a garbled growl as he strode through the water and tore Alicia away from his friend’s lover. He tossed her over his shoulder and glared at Sara, but Dean had already pulled her toward him while he worked to get her out of her bra.

His best idea of the night.

Alicia was quiet as he carried her up the stairs and into the house. It was a damn good thing. If she’d argued or said a word about him stopping her, he wasn’t sure he could be held responsible for his actions.

The dam had fucking broken. That kiss had pushed him over the edge and it wasn’t in him to care. He just had to get inside her and remind her who she belonged to.

He made it to his bedroom and managed to close the door before tossing her on the bed. She was struggling to sit up as he was ripping open the condom still clutched in his damn hand and rolling it onto his cock.

She was flushed. Aroused. “Tracy?”

He growled, grabbing her ankles and dragging her until her ass was on the edge of the bed. His big hands tore her clinging panties off her slender hips like wet paper. He spread her legs wide and high around him, and filled her without a word, forcing her to gasp in surprise.