Two Cowboys in Her Crosshairs [Hellfire Ranch] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (13 page)

Jake lifted his mouth just enough to suck in a deep breath, and then he was upon her again. They fought for dominance, each kissing and nibbling at the other. Her hands roamed over his taut shoulders and muscled chest. She plucked at the buttons of his shirt.

“Damn it,” she muttered and pulled back. “They won’t open.”

He chuckled and massaged her butt. His fingers dipped into the furrow of her ass, and he pulled lightly. “Hurry up and figure it out, Livvie.” He mouthed the pulsing beat at her neck and then nipped the skin.

She shuddered.

“God, I want to be inside of you.”

“That’s it.” Olivia grabbed both edges of the shirt and yanked. Buttons flew all over the place.

Jake chuckled. “That’s my girl.” He planted small kisses to her collarbone and neck, moving up to caress her jaw with his soft lips.

She groaned and gasped with each contact. He was making it difficult to concentrate on taking his clothes off.

His hands swept over and under her shirt, skimming her midriff and coming to rest just beneath her bare breasts.

They both froze.

Olivia swallowed hard and pulled back, her hands fisted in the hem of his white T-shirt.

A muscle ticked in his jaw. “Olivia,” he rasped. “Hurry.”

“You could help,” she muttered and shoved the shirt upward. His rippled stomach came into view, and she couldn’t stop the groan of appreciation that escaped her. Apparently cowboying cut a man’s physique into tip-top shape because she could probably do a year’s worth of laundry on his abs. His eight-pack was enhanced by the deeply cut grooves of lean hips and a soft trail of dark-brown hair that disappeared beneath his waistband.

“I don’t want to let go of you,” he said.

She smiled as the shirt stuck at his shoulders. “Kinda have to if you want to get naked, cowboy.”

He cursed and dropped his hands after one more squeeze. She watched with hungry eyes as he stripped the shirt over his head then reached for the button fly of his jeans. He flipped the buttons as he toed off his boots. “Sweetheart, I’m about ninety percent positive that I’m gonna be ravishing your delectable self as soon as I’m buck-ass naked.”

She shivered. “Sounds good to me.”

He shimmied his jeans and underwear down his legs and kicked them to the floor. He stood, legs spread and hands propped on his hips, his erection wild and straining in her direction. “I meant you should get naked, too. I don’t want to rip your clothes.” A wicked smile slashed whitely in the stubble of his five-o’clock shadow. “But I will.”

The sensual threat made her hesitate. “Oh yeah?”

His jaw tightened. “Definitely.”

“Too bad I didn’t bring enough clothes. I’ll take you up on that next time.”

Reality intruded for the barest of seconds, but she shoved it away. Right now, right here with Jake and his hard-on, that was her reality. She grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and pulled. It landed with a soft plop on the floor.

She snuck a glance at him and was rewarded by the hungry look of need he wore. She thrust her shoulders back.

Jake stepped closer but didn’t reach out to touch her. “Take your panties off, Olivia.”

A bout of shyness hit her, and she hesitated. She was three years older and not nearly in as good shape as when they’d been in the field. Her breasts sagged a bit more, and her hips had perhaps a little more flesh on them.

Something must have shown on her face.

“Don’t,” he ordered.

Olivia looked at him. “Don’t what?”

“Don’t doubt your beauty.” He cupped her right breast. His fingers were warm and strong at her flesh, and she sighed. “You’re perfectly made. Sweet and natural. Look how you fill my hand.”

She looked down. Pleasure seared her at the sight. His fingers wrapped and cradled her flesh. His strong hand provided the perfect foil for her womanly softness.

He squeezed lightly. “Perfect.”

Jake let go and stepped away. She immediately felt the loss of his warmth.

“Now,” he rasped “Take off your panties.”

She wasted no more time. Digging two fingers on each side, she slid them over her thighs and down her calves then stepped out of them.

Slowly, she straightened and stood boldly naked in front of him.

Jake traced a vein from her shoulder down her breast and around the side. He continued down the middle of her chest until he circled her navel. Her tummy tensed and pulsed, and she grabbed at his wrist.

He stilled immediately. His blue gaze was sure and hot.

Jake didn’t say a word but continued to stroke her tummy, giving her the time she needed to relax. Finally she smiled and let go.

To her surprise, he stepped away. She lifted her hand to draw him back, but he winked and jumped onto the bed. He rolled to his side and patted the comforter. “Come here, Olivia.”

She swallowed and inched forward. She grabbed the coverlet and tugged. “I think the sheets will be much more comfortable.”

He sighed loudly before getting off the bed. “You’re hell on seduction, you know that?”

She laughed and slid between the sheets. “Sorry, I’m out of practice.”

Jake settled next to her. His weight created a dip in the bed that made her roll toward him. He stopped her momentum with gentle hands at her shoulders. His thumbs played over her skin. She loved his touch on her.

Everywhere he stroked, he left a trail of fire and arousal.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, we have all night to practice.”

He dipped his head and pressed a soft kiss to her mouth. Olivia sighed and curved her hand over his chest. He deepened the kiss, and she dipped her hand lower. She trailed her fingers through the rough hair of his chest and down his stomach.

Jake groaned when she reached the thicket of brown hair just above his erection. She plucked at a few strands of hair.

He nipped her bottom lip and clamped both hands on her hips. “I am so ready for you, Olivia.”

“Good,” she said. “Because I’m ready for you, too.”

He waggled his brows at her. “Are you? Shall we see about that?”

She was reaching for his hard cock, but her fingers missed as he pushed her to her back and sidled close to her hip. “Spread your legs, love.”

Olivia slid her thighs apart. Her breath came in rapid spurts as she waited for him to touch her.

His big hand flattened at her belly then slid downward. He circled the small strip of carefully manicured hair she maintained then dipped lower. When Jake’s big palm cupped her, Olivia gasped and surged into his hand.

“God,” she whispered.

“Damn,” he hissed in response. “You want me, honey?”

Olivia gripped his shoulder and dug her nails into his taut flesh. “Yes. Yes, damn it. I do.”

He chuckled, low and seductive. “Let’s see how much.” Jake drew back until his fingers feathered the outer edges of her pussy. He spread her skin, and she gasped at the sudden rush. But it wasn’t enough. She felt constrained. She flung the covers back and spread her legs more.

“Touch me, Jake,” she pleaded.

“I am, baby, I am.”

He dipped to her breast and dusted soft kisses along the sensitized skin. He spread his fingers and widened her lower lips then slid one long digit along her canal. “Fuck, you are so wet.”

She clutched at his head and held him to her breast. His lips trailed over her until he found her pebbled nipple. Olivia writhed against his finger and mouth. He was tearing her apart with this dual attack.

“Please,” she whimpered.

“Please what?”

She didn’t know. All she knew was that his touch was driving her to the brink, and she desperately wanted to go over. Wanted to flail and wail and come in a shattering orgasm beneath his skilled fingers and mouth. “Anything, Jake, anything.” The words tore from her.

He met her eyes and his twinkled with the deviltry of his Irish ancestry. “How about everything, instead?”

He flashed a smile then recaptured her nipple. His teeth clamped with just enough pressure to send a rush of pleasure ping-ponging between her tits and clit.

“Oh damn,” she said with a breathy moan.

Jake slid one finger to her slick opening and slowly pressed inward. Olivia stilled immediately and squeezed her eyes shut.

“You okay?”

“Yes! Just please, don’t stop.”

The tip of his finger rimmed her hole then flexed upward. She jerked. Jake started a soft pulse in and out. Each electric slide ramped her desire and she clutched at him. He laid his head on her breast and held her eyes with his magnetic blue gaze as he pleasured her.

She gasped and bucked and whimpered with each thrust.

“Like that?”

Olivia nodded.

“How about this?”

The pressure at her pussy increased, and she bowed upward as he slid two fingers inside her. “Jake,” she gasped.

“God, you are tight.”

She bit her lip and squeezed his fingers as she pumped her hips. “Faster,” she said.

He picked up the pace then stopped. “How long has it been?”

Her eyes flew open. “What?”

Jake pinched her inner thigh with a light, teasing touch. “How long?”

She squirmed beneath his sharp eyes. “Long enough that I’m about to blow,” she said.

No way in hell was she going to tell him she’d not slept with anyone except her vibrator since their night in Afghanistan.

He wanted her body, and she was willing to take that and walk away. She knew once this mission was done she would never see him again.

The risk was minimal and the payoff huge. If he would just keep pleasuring her.

She grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged. “Don’t make me throw you out of this bed and call in reinforcements.”

He gave her a low, husky laugh. Blissfully, his fingers twitched and caressed her outer lips. He pulled and stroked. Soon she was moaning again.

“Yes,” she said. “That’s what I want.”

“Spread your thighs wider.”

She scooted a little more until her feet flirted with the edge of the bed. Jake slid down her body and settled between her widespread thighs.

“Relax, sweetheart, and let me stir up this little honeypot the right way.”

She looked down, and her pussy clenched. Jake Logan’s strong, tanned face was inches away from her most private and needy parts. His nostrils flared with anticipation, and lust glittered deep in his eyes. She nodded.

He grinned back and winked. “I wasn’t asking permission. I was giving you fair warning.”

Before she could reply, Jake dipped his head. He spread her lower lips and blew a stream of strong, cool air across her clit followed by the long slide of his tongue. She bucked immediately and slammed her head into the pillow.

But Jake had more in store for her. He tunneled his fingers into her pussy as he lapped sinuously along her slit.

She felt fuller than she’d been in years—three to be exact. Her skin stretched to almost painful as he continued his slow slide in and out of her body. Warmth and friction built between them as he pumped and licked her closer and closer to orgasm.

“Jake,” she said.

He looked up but kept his tongue dancing along her moist channel.

Olivia shuddered. She was so close to coming. But she didn’t want it this way. She didn’t want them to be disconnected when she came. Olivia half sat up and grabbed at his shoulders. “Up here. I want you inside of me.”

Jake’s mouth popped free of her pussy and the small zing shot to her clit. She gritted her teeth against the erotic tingle. He pulled his fingers free of her and slowly lifted them to his mouth. Still holding her gaze, he sucked her juices from them.

“Sweet,” he said.

Jake crawled up her body. He dropped tiny kisses in random patterns on her quivering stomach as he inched upward. His soft, warm lips were maddening in their fleeting caress. She ached all over and knew the only thing that would satisfy the craving he’d roused was to be stretched by his cock.

To be beneath him, surrounded by his scent and touch and need.

Jake reached her neck and nibbled his way up her chin to her mouth. She caught the scent of her musky arousal on his breath, and it made her ache even more. Olivia wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him down even as he pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

His weight flattened her breasts, and she could feel the pulse of his cock sliding against her pussy.

His heart pounded just as hard. He rotated his hips, and the head of his dick swept her lower lips with maddening featherlight touches.

“Feel how much I want you, sweetheart?”

“Yes.”

His smile flashed white in the moon-dappled room.

He slid his hands beneath her butt and squeezed. “Lift your hips for me.”

She did, and the change in angle was immediately gratifying. The cut head of his dick grazed then pressed along her slick lips. She inched up another tiny bit, and the head popped in.