Buckskins, Boots & Bondage (Cowboy Kink) (3 page)

Angel cocked an eyebrow and did her best to sound casual. “Twins?”

Clint nodded. “They’re here tonight as guests of the Hallidays. I understand they’re friends with Katie and Reece.”

“Are they from this area? I’ve never seen them here before.”

Clint chuckled softly. “Born and raised in the Hill Country. They actually live in La Mirada not far from Reece’s place. They run a pretty big feedlot, and he’s one of their longtime customers.”

Angel studied them curiously. “If they’re from around here, I’m surprised I haven’t seen them before. Are they new to the scene? Dipping their toes in the waters, so to speak? Trying it out?”

Neophytes could be either exciting or a pain in the ass. Angel wasn’t much in the mood to play instructor at the moment.

“No, they’ve been in the scene for some time. But they’re very cautious, always took their action out of town. Like the rest of us who live in this area, they keep their sexual preferences a closely guarded secret.”

“But they’re here tonight,” she pointed out. Watching them was like seeing two graceful jungle animals scanning the available prey, poised to strike at the appropriate moment.

“I think they got tired of having to run all over the countryside for their activities,” Clint told her. “Tucker, the blond, finally unloaded on Reece the other day, and we gave them a guest membership for a month.”

“They certainly look tasty,” Angel mused.

“Come on. Let me introduce you.”

Hand at her elbow, he guided her across the room. As she approached the couch, both men rose. She caught the instant spark of heat in two sets of eyes as they studied her leisurely from top to bottom and back up again. She had the sudden itch to pull her skirt down a little and adjust her vest.

Come on, Angel. It’s not like you’re a novice here.

“Angel Cruz, meet Tucker and Justin Davis. Guys, I think you and the lovely Angel will have a lot in common.” He smiled as they made room for Angel to sit down between them. “Enjoy your evening.”

She crossed her legs, smoothing her skirt over the tops of her thighs and smiled at each of them in turn. “I understand you’re new to Rawhide.”

Justin, the dark one, nodded. Tiny sparks of gold flickered in black onyx eyes fringed with thick lashes as his gaze raked over her. Already she could see the heat simmering there. A dark heat.

“First night,” he told her. “What about you?”

She wet her lower lip with her tongue. “I’ve been a member for a while. I, um, moved here from Dallas about two years ago but didn’t find out about Rawhide right away.” She smiled. “Lucky for me that I did.”

“Lucky for
us.
” Tucker, the blond with startling blue eyes, brushed his fingertips across her bare shoulder. Oh, yeah, he was born for mischief. “We’re sure glad you showed up tonight, too. Right, Justin?”

His brother nodded. “Do you come here often to play?”

The verbal dance, she realized.
How much into the scene am I? Am I a regular? An occasional visitor?
“I’d say at least once a week.”

Justin idly stroked her cheek. She had the feeling, in the arena of play, he would be the one to take the lead. “I’m guessing it would be safe to say ménages are your style? I mean since Clint brought you over here and he knows what’s on our menu.”

“That’s right.” The familiar thrill of erotic stimulation coursed through her. Already she could imagine these two pairs of strong hands caressing her body, cupping her breasts, probing her. Stroking her with their cocks. She closed her eyes for a moment and centered herself with a deep breath.

Not too fast, Angel. Take it slow. Choose wisely.

But that dual impact of the physical and emotional had only strengthened as she sat with them. If she agreed to be with them, she knew without reservation it would be something beyond casual. She just hoped she wasn’t misreading the situation.

“And looking for a new hookup?” Justin made it as much a statement as a question.

She nodded. “If the right one comes along.”

Fingers skimmed over her inner thigh, and she looked down to see Tucker’s hand beneath her tiny skirt, inching its way up to her pussy. Her pulse beat ratcheted up along with her heart rate as Justin’s fingers explored from the other side, his knuckles gently nudging her thighs apart.

“We like buckskin,” Tucker murmured, smoothing one lean hand over the soft material of her skirt. He winked. “It makes good handcuffs.”

Angel tilted her head. “Handcuffs?”

“Yeah.” He nibbled her earlobe. “And ties. You like to be tied up, Angel?”

Oh yeah!

“Yes. I do.”

“Maybe a little spanking?” Justin asked. “And a few other things?”

She nodded, her pussy aching with an unfulfilled need.

“See how nicely that works out?” Tucker grinned.

A server set three glasses of tonic water in front of them, and Angel picked hers up, using the drink as a diversion to distract herself from the sensations skimming through her.

“Nice,” Tucker murmured as his fingers finally reached the trimmed hair covering the lips of her pussy. “Very nice. Soft.”

“I agree.” Justin lightly pinched her clit and leaned over to run his tongue around the shell of her ear. “Wouldn’t you like to touch us, too?”

Angel brushed a stray hair back from her face, set her drink on the low table, and nudged their hands aside. Reaching toward each male groin, she cupped two thick cocks, one in each hand. And
ohmigod
, they were more than impressive. She gave each of them a soft squeeze then sat back so the brothers could resume probing her cunt.

“Well.” Tucker’s voice was husky with lust. “We could sit here and make polite conversation a little longer. However, darlin’, you think you might be interested in joining Justin and me in one of the private rooms? Indulging in a little play to see if this chemistry we’re all dancing around is real?” He exchanged a look with his brother and nipped lightly at her bare shoulder then soothed it with his tongue. “After all, that’s where it starts, right?”

Would she want to? Join them? Were they kidding? As a matter of fact, at that very moment, Angel wasn’t sure she could restrain herself until they left the public area.

Suddenly, her self-admonitions scattered like smoke in the air and she wanted the preliminaries over with quickly. She couldn’t remember the last time two men had turned her own so quickly and to such a degree. Maybe the twins wouldn’t turn out to be the men of her dreams, but they were definitely about to be the stars of her fantasies. “That…would be very nice.”

As soon as they removed their hands from beneath her skirt, Tucker looked around the room. When he spotted Clint leaning against a wall, he motioned him over.

“What can I help you with?” Clint asked.

Justin leaned against the back of the couch, one arm draped over Angel’s shoulders. “You said if we found a partner for tonight, to let you know and you’d arrange a room for us.”

Clint nodded and pulled a thin plastic key card from his pocket. “Got it set up just in case.” He looked at Angel. “Room seven. You know where it is.”

“I do.” She realized things were moving fast, but she was unwilling to slow them down. Everything in her body pulsated with the electrical connection sizzling among the three of them. Looking at the twins, she said, “If you’re ready?”

The grin Tucker flashed would have melted Angel’s panties if she’d been wearing any.

He winked at her. “More than you know.”

“You’ll find it stocked with everything you need,” Clint told the men. “If not, Angel can show you how to ring for something.” He smiled. “Enjoy.”

The key unlocked a room Angel had used before. Thick carpet padded the floor and amber light from wall sconces bathed the rich paneling in a golden glow. At one side sat a king-sized bed. Not too far from it stood a wooden apparatus with two sets of cuffs to attach to wrists and ankles. Ideal for a sub to be restrained while her two partners fucked her in a well-coordinated rhythm. On a table near the bed were a variety of toys, lubes and instruments, everything to take a sub to that bright edge of pleasure/pain. Multiplied by two.

“Intercom over here.” Angel pointed to a small panel inset by the door. “If you, uh, need something that isn’t provided, you can just press the button and tell whoever answers what you require.”

“I think we’ll be fine with what’s here. For tonight, anyway.” Justin cast his hot glance at her. “Right, darlin’?”

“Absolutely.” She rubbed her hands against the soft material of her skirt. Why was she suddenly so nervous? She was no bondage or ménage virgin. But there was something about these two men that made her want to please them. Give her body to them to enjoy.

Justin closed the door, the lock snicking softly into place, and Angel shivered as both men took a good long smoldering look at her.

Chapter Three

Tucker couldn’t take his eyes away from Angel’s full sensuous lips as her tongue peeped out and moistened the lower one. He immediately had an image of his cock resting on the plump flesh and sliding in and out of the hot well of her mouth. He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her so she faced him, but over her head, his eyes met his brothers. They exchanged a look that their parents always called the twin signal.

I can’t tell you why, but I think she might be the one.
Tucker sent his silent signals to Justin.

I agree. It feels right just this quick.

Let’s find out if it works. But don’t go all broody on me right in the middle. Don’t bring Holly into the middle of this. That’s old history.

Justin’s facial muscles tightened.
You worry about yourself, little brother. I’m just fine.

Tucker cleared his throat and put his hands on Angel’s shoulders.

“Okay, darlin’. First things first. Safe word, please.”

She looked from one to the other.. “Don’t laugh. Buckskin.”

He swallowed a smile. “Yes, ma’am. Buckskin it is.” He looked at his brother. “So. Think we might ought to unwrap our little package here? See what the ménage fairy brought us?”

Justin’s gaze heated. “I think that’s a damn good idea.”

Still keeping his eyes on Angel’s tempting mouth, Tucker carefully eased the little buttons on the buckskin vest through the openings one at a time, letting the fabric fall naturally apart. As soon as it relaxed away from her body, her breasts spilled out and he captured them in his palms, their smooth heat scorching his skin.

Holy shit!

They were round and plump, the fine tracery of blue veins just visible beneath the creamy flesh. He hefted the weight, testing their firmness and brushing his thumbs over her ripe, swollen nipples.

A delicate rosy flush colored her body, and her breathing hitched just from that slight contact. He locked his gaze on hers, dropping his hands for a moment so Justin could maneuver the vest down her arms and toss it to the side. Then his brother’s hands slid to the front, squeezing and kneading Angel’s breasts.

“Nice and firm,” Justin murmured, easing Angel back so she was leaning slightly against him, his hands still cupping her breasts.

Tucker pressed his nose against the slender column of her neck and inhaled. “Man,” he breathed, “she sure smells good.” Then he lowered his head and captured a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard on it.

“Bet she tastes good, too,” Justin growled, licking the sensitive spot behind her ear.

“I think some jewelry is in order here.” Tucker brushed his mouth against Angel’s. “Those nips will look mighty fine with some adornment on them, darlin’. You like having your nipples clamped?”

“Yes,” she murmured, her voice low and syrupy. Desire flared in her chocolate eyes, and the pulse at the hollow of her throat accelerated. “Yes, I do.”

“Then we’re happy to oblige.”

Oh, yeah. Damn happy. Tucker could hardly wait to see those buds diffused as the blood rushed to them and the gold bars squeezed them.

He sucked and pulled on Angel’s nipples until they were stiff and distended, just begging to be decorated. He rolled them between thumb and forefinger while Justin selected a pair of gold nipple clamps from the display on the table. It still amazed him how well they communicated silently, how after all these years of sharing women they needed very few signals to accomplish what they wanted. Once they discovered how much the shared pleasure enhanced their individual enjoyment, there was no stopping them. And even though tonight had just begun, just from the way they’d interacted already, it was evident that Angel Cruz was turning out to be the biggest treasure of all. Tucker wanted to make sure they did this right.

Justin gently squeezed the aureole on one breast while Tucker attached a delicate gold clasp. Then he clamped the other bud and sucked in his breath at the magnificent sight.

Angel was a vibrating ribbon of arousal between them, her musky scent filling the room, little soft whimpers rolling from that tempting mouth. Tucker found the little side zipper of her skirt and eased it down, pushing it past her hips and down her thighs until she could step out of it. His cock pressed demandingly against the fly of his slacks. Signifying a growing urgency.