In Unbridled and Unsaddled, Sabrina wants to live the unbridled lifestyle of the DRMC. Unfortunately, former rodeo rivals Drew and Parker, the men she desires, don’t belong to the club…yet. She invites them to compete in a private rodeo contest, and the winner gets a date with her. She plans to invite both men out for the evening.
In Unbridled and Untethered, Emma Rae Madison wasn’t looking for one man, let alone two. After seeing Zeke Traynor at Clay’s DRMC security fortress, she’s intrigued, but bad past relationships make her wary. Later, Zeke saves her during a bank robbery. When she meets Luke Benton, a powerful double love ensues. But the escaped robber may not let her live to enjoy it.
In Unbridled and Unjustified, after her home explodes, Ava Campbell goes on the run across several states with private investigators Declan Westfall and Troy Markham. Ava uses impulsive desire and sex with two amazing strangers to keep her mind off of her ample troubles. Meanwhile, they do their best to protect her from an assassin tying up loose ends.
In Unbridled and Unforgiven: Clay's Story, after discovering unexpected information about his wife’s murder, DRMC security badass Clayton Forrester gets unwanted bodyguard protection from government agent Angelica Morrow. Angelica’s had a crush on Clay since reading about his impressive past in their shared field, and protecting him successfully is a professional triumph. Best friend Jake Salerno keeps them safe, both in and out of bed.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Elle Saint James is a Siren-exclusive author.
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UNBRIDLED AND UNSADDLED
After a few minutes, as she jotted a few notes down, Parker asked, “How will this Western rodeo triathlon work, exactly?”
Sabrina looked over the top edge of the spiral and straight into his engaging eyes. She cleared her throat. “Well, each of you will ride a bull for eight seconds, rope a calf as fast as you can, and then target shoot with a rifle.
“Points will be given for each of the first two events much like any other rodeo, and then a rifle-shooting match will determine the overall winner. Serving also to eliminate any tie scores from the first two competitions.”
He nodded, but his gaze hadn’t shifted from her face. He leaned closer. She kept the notebook between them as if a barrier across her chest might help block him. It didn’t.
And the truth was, she didn’t want to keep him at bay.
Parker pushed his face closer and closer. Sabrina wanted to kiss him so desperately, she refused to hinder his forward action by moving a hair in any direction.
Glancing down at her notebook and pretending that she didn’t see him moving ever closer, Sabrina finished writing, lowered her notebook to the side, and looked up in time for him to plant those sensuous lips right across her mouth. Heaven.
Limbs suddenly trembling with pent-up lust, Sabrina pushed her body into his. Parker’s hands came up to her shoulders only briefly before his fingers skimmed past her neck and sank into the tresses of her hair.
His tongue licked its way between her lips with hungry intent. She let him in. Let him kiss her. Let him lick deeply inside her mouth. Would let him do probably anything he wanted.
Parker’s kiss was exactly as she expected it to be. Firm contact, engaging movement, sensuous lips working in concert to ping her libido, and altogether perfect.
She’d longed for this moment for quite a while. She’d worshiped him from afar for what seemed like forever. It was time for action and she was more than ready.
They were out in the open at Parker’s ranch. She was only barely hidden by the corner of the barn, but Sabrina didn’t care. The competition coming up was entertainment for the Double Rider Men’s Club. They loved to watch all sorts of decadent sexual acts. Sabrina wanted desperately to be a part of their sexy ménage lifestyle, but the two men she desired weren’t club members. At least not yet.
Perhaps if her complex diabolical plan worked, that would change. Truthfully, her plan wasn’t exactly diabolical. She didn’t want to take over the world or anything, but she had powerful desires that she’d long ignored. After years of self-denial with regard to two gorgeous cowboys, this was her chance to get what she wanted. She intended to grab on with both hands and ride hard.
Parker gripped his fingers more securely in her hair and tilted her head back for a deeper taste. This intimate kiss was so fucking good, her panties were damn near saturated with her own juices. He suddenly licked and tangled his way even farther into her mouth. Their hungry tongues collided in a maelstrom of pleasure. She was already breathing hard like she’d run around his substantial ranch a few times.
Her notebook dropped to the dirt and she didn’t care. Her hands moved tentatively to touch and explore his torso. With only the width of a blouse and a single layer of T-shirt between them, her fingers explored his upper body with glee. The man had muscles on top of his muscles. He hadn’t gone soft even after he’d retired from the rodeo circuit several years ago. The ranch he owned must keep him very busy and in good shape.
Sabrina’s fingers slid from his muscularly ripped chest to the contours of his back. As she tactically explored his body, she noticed something coming up between them fast. Parker’s cock stiffened beneath his denim fly and pressed against her lower belly as they consumed each other. One arm was slung around his torso, her other hand bunched in the shirt’s fabric at his impressive shoulders.
If she let this go on much longer, she’d find herself staring at the sky, with Parker’s big cock buried in her pussy. And while that was actually an acceptable scenario to stumble across on the Double Rider Men’s Club property, and something she planned on happening eventually, she didn’t want to drop and go for it here on Parker’s ranch. At least not quite yet. Not until Drew was also with them. Not until she could lure both of them to her bed.
She had a detailed plan and she intended to see it through to the end, whatever the outcome might be.
Using every bit of her flagging willpower, Sabrina internally sighed in regret and pulled away slightly. He didn’t let go at first. But once he realized she was moving, he loosened his grip. Soon she was out of his arms and away from the luscious kiss. They were both breathing hard as she took yet another step away. The outline of his cock was impossible to miss.
Sabrina wanted to drop to her knees and end his suffering with her mouth in the worst way. But he probably wouldn’t let her since they were in the open where any of his ranch hands could see them. Besides, she had stipulations for her own satisfaction. And she didn’t know if he’d agree yet.
Being caught with her mouth wrapped around his cock in broad daylight wasn’t the biggest difficulty she faced in setting up this tentative relationship. She wanted to participate in the standard pleasures the Double Rider Men’s Club had to offer. Two men sandwiched around her as they doubly penetrated her and brought her to repeated gratification while others watched.
If she could even get Parker to take a single walk on the wild side with her, which was debatable. Asking him to share her with Drew Montgomery, who was a very public rival in the roping and riding rodeo world, was, in fact, the toughest problem she faced.
Being sandwiched between these two remarkable men had been her goal for what seemed like forever. She had almost forgotten how endlessly she’d waited for this moment. It had been a long fucking time.
Drew eased his finger in and out of her tight rear hole as Parker continued kissing her hard and fast. She quickly came to a place where double penetration sex was the next obvious position that would happen between the three of them.
She was nearly breathless with uncontrolled anticipation.
Parker finally pulled his lips from hers. He pushed out a long breath, cleared his throat, and glanced at Drew, who was still playing gently in her ass.
Sabrina glanced over her shoulder at Drew and then she looked at Parker. “So who wants to go first this time?”
Parker and Drew exchanged a look between them. “I will,” Parker said.
“I agree,” Drew replied. He removed his finger from her slowly and backed up a couple of steps.
Sabrina turned around and grabbed the lube. She handed it to Parker along with a condom. The three of them moved to the center of the shower where the water didn’t spray as high. She glanced over her shoulder with a smile as Parker rolled the condom in place. She then bent over slowly to allow Parker to get her ready. Her heart thudded hard in her chest. Drew’s dick came level with her face the moment she was in position. She slipped her mouth around the head of his cock and sucked on him hard.
Air suddenly whistled between his teeth as she tongued the underside of his cock. “Fuck, that feels great,” he whispered. He put a hand gently on the back of her head and guided her movements as his cock slid in and out of her mouth.
Behind her, Parker was spreading lube liberally between her cheeks and inside of her rear channel. She was ready. More than ready. He spread her cheeks and inserted the head of his cock into her ass very slowly. The dark, near-painful pleasure of his intrusion made her clit throb and her pussy gush with anticipation. She couldn’t wait for more.
He pushed out a low grunt when his cockhead made it past the tight ring of muscles at the entrance of her rear channel. She kept sucking Drew’s cock as if nothing important was going on behind her. She wanted to ensure that he wouldn’t stop. Forcing herself to relax, Sabrina couldn’t help the moan of pleasure when Parker began a slow slide deeper into her ass with his substantial cock.
She pulled her mouth from Drew. “You feel amazing,” she called out. She pushed her butt against him and he suddenly entered her butt a little deeper. The shock of the thrust made her cry out again.
He paused. “Want me to stop?”
“No. Please don’t stop.”
“Good. Because I don’t think I’d be able to.” He squeezed her hips with his strong, able fingers and inched his wide cock deeper and deeper until he was fully seated. She felt like she had a cock-shaped, solid, metal pipe plunged between her ass cheeks.
The dark feeling of his dick buried all the way inside her ass was almost more than she could bear. The glorious invasion was so much more satisfying than she’d expected. If either of them touched her clit right now, she’d likely shatter into a thousand pleasurable pieces.
“Help her straighten up,” Parker said. The husky sound of his voice betrayed how he felt really about his cock being buried balls deep in her ass.
Drew helped her stand and then put a condom on. Sabrina motioned him forward and widened her legs in invitation. He brushed his palms over her bare breasts and tweaked her nipples. He trailed his hand down to the apex of her thighs and pushed his fingers inside her pussy. On the way he brushed across her throbbing clit and an electrifying pulse of blissful pleasure almost sent her over the edge of oblivion. She clamped down her ardor.
He removed his fingers and quickly pushed the head of his cock between her legs. The tip slipped into her wet, hot pussy and she had to exhale and focus hard to keep from losing it. She was so close.
Even after the previous orgasms, it was as if she’d been celibate for a year. This intense experience of this sexual act might prove addicting. She wasn’t even through with this first time and she already wanted to do it again.
UNBRIDLED AND UNTETHERED
Clay, hands loosely resting on his hips, tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling as if suddenly remembering something important. “Oh fuck. That’s right. I completely forgot.”
Zeke suddenly laughed delightedly. Emma Rae adored the sound of his amusement best of all. She leaned her head to one side and watched him. He said, “Clayton Forrester forgot something? Wow. Has that ever happened before? Remind me to mark that down somewhere and remind you of it frequently.”
“Very funny, smart-ass.” Clay shifted again, and her view was blocked.
Staring at Clay’s wide back, Emma Rae tightened her grip on her shoulder strap. She slowly swayed the entire top part of her body to the left a bit to get another look at Zeke. She was rewarded with a good view of the side of his handsome face. So attractive.
As if sensing that she wanted to see more of him, Zeke also shifted his body farther into her field of view. She caught another glimpse of his beautiful blue eyes and gorgeous face. His dark, wavy hair was disheveled a bit, as if he’d just come out of the wind. He had an angular, masculine face with a trace of five-o’clock shadow gracing his strong jaw. His smile was genuine and lit up his whole face in amusement. His lips looked inherently kissable even when his smile disappeared.
When he gazed over Clay’s shoulder and caught her eye, his mere grin in her direction put what felt like a battalion of excited butterflies in her belly. Longing and lust vied for attention in her stubborn logical mind as she tried to quell her amorous feelings for this stranger.
Clay pointedly moved to his right and covered Zeke’s view again. Not to be outwitted, Zeke leaned even more to the opposite side to see her again. She tilted her head in the same direction to catch another view as well. She got only another brief look before Clay moved once more and came between them. “Nothing to see here, Zeke.”
“I totally disagree,” he said almost in a whisper.
“Why don’t you wait in the conference room until I finish up?” Clay took a step closer in Zeke’s direction, put a large hand on his chest, and fairly pushed him through the open doorway. “I’ve got to take a trip to the front gate. I’ll be back in less than ten minutes, then we’ll talk. Okay?” He didn’t wait for Zeke’s response before saying, “Great. Thanks.”
Zeke’s grunt of protest was ignored as the door was closed in his face.
Clay turned around with a wide-eyed, sheepish look on his face. “Sorry, Em. I honestly didn’t expect any visitors tonight. I know you prefer no one else being here while you work.”
She shrugged. She felt a smile shape her lips again as she said, “That’s okay. He doesn’t seem too threatening.”
Clay stared at her for a moment as if puzzling through the meaning of her words.
“Zeke?” His eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “No. He’s not a threat. Zeke’s a good guy,” he said slowly. His expression was one of expectation. Like he anticipated she would rail at him for daring to allow another man to encroach while she was here.
“I imagine you wouldn’t let bad guys into this men’s club anyway, right?” Emma Rae tried to think of another innocuous question to ask to gain more information about Zeke.
Clay’s body relaxed a bit. “No. I wouldn’t. Both Zeke and Luke, his best friend, are very good men. You won’t find better. Besides, I’d never let anyone hurt you.”
She nodded slightly and forced herself to look away from Clay’s stare so as not to break with her self-imposed mantra of “no men” and pump him for any and all information about his friend Zeke.
“Okay,” she responded and promptly bit the inside of her cheek to keep from asking for Zeke’s last name.
Emma Rae usually had the opinion that very few men were good guys, but a small thread of trust unwound inside her suspiciousness, because she trusted Clay. She looked away again, embarrassed to have been caught gawking at a good-looking man or suddenly wondering what his best friend, Luke, looked like. She’d already been thinking several wayward thoughts that she shouldn’t entertain further. Something about this club intrigued her as much as it frightened her. Perhaps she was afraid of her own feelings of desire.
I’m not looking for a man. I’m not.
Clay didn’t say anything else, but his expression remained inquisitive until he turned away. He opened the door and checked the corridor to ensure Zeke wasn’t lingering. Emma Rae refused to tell him that she wouldn’t mind getting one last look at his intriguing friend Zeke. Because she wasn’t looking for a man. Not even an attractive one. She squared her shoulders and exited, trying to put the gorgeous man out of her thoughts. But her mind was stubborn and refused to relinquish his image.
The moment they walked out of Clay’s security fortress, she saw the second vehicle parked next to the SUV she’d arrived in. The glance to the license plate as she walked by was instinctive. She could tell it wasn’t a rental car by the plate designation. She ran her gaze over Zeke’s vehicle to memorize the make and model. She presumed it was his vehicle, since it hadn’t been here less than an hour ago when she’d arrived.
It was foolish to get attached to a man she’d never have, but once the information about his vehicle entered her head, it was difficult to get it out or ignore the numbers and letters now ingrained in her mind as if carved in granite. Just like his image was stamped in her memory forever. Regardless of how intriguing he was, a relationship with Zeke wasn’t possible.
Emma Rae fully understood the nature of the Double Rider Men’s Club. Two men sexually involved with one woman was how the club worked. She didn’t even trust one man to be in her life. Two men having dominion over her body, spirit, and soul would be intolerable.
Luke edged closer. He’d removed his shirt but still wore his jeans. Muscles rippled along his shoulder when he lowered his hand and slid it between her legs. His finger hit her clit with unerring clarity. Her breath sucked in as he continued to finger her very slowly.
She almost said, “Faster,” but then remembered about the window she stood naked in front of being nonprivate.
A flash of movement came from across the central space above the stage. However, Zeke plucked more intently at her nipples, drawing her focus away. Luke continued pushing his finger languorously across her very sensitive clit, and instead of privacy, she started wondering about the acoustics of the box and if anyone would hear her shrieks through the walls when she climaxed. Which was about to happen pretty quickly if they kept touching her.
Zeke pulled his hand away from one of her breasts, trailing his fingertips down between her legs. Luke massaged her clit without a break, sending pulses of delight to her gushing pussy. Zeke gathered some of her suddenly abundant juice on two of his fingers. Before she realized what he intended, both those slick fingers were buried deeply between her ass cheeks.
The sensation brought a long groan from her lips. One hand went flat against the window, and she focused on staying upright.
“I need a taste of you,” Luke said and fell to his knees before her. She widened her legs to allow him access. Then she and Zeke shuffled a bit so that her other hand went flat on the window, as well.
Zeke pushed his fingers in and out of her rear channel a few times before Emma Rae decided that what she truly wanted was for his cock to make its entrance into her virgin ass.
Before Luke put his mouth on her, she said, “Zeke, take your fingers out of me and replace them with your cock.”
He paused for several seconds. “You don’t have to,” he finally said very slowly, but she could tell by his lack of movement that was exactly what he wanted.
“I want to know what it feels like. I’m ready to try it.”
“I’ll get the lube,” Zeke said and pulled his fingers from her. He moved away to get ready.
She gazed down at Luke and for the first time noticed that he hadn’t shaved either. He grinned. “I’ll just pleasure you with my mouth while Zeke breaks you in. I can’t wait to get my lips wrapped around your clit after his cock is buried all the way in your ass.”
He leaned forward, buried his face between her thighs, and wiggled his tongue over her clit. Her knees buckled as a raw bolt of pleasure rode up her spine. Her pussy gushed like a waterfall after a flood. Luke licked his tongue between her lower lips and gathered some of her excessive juice. He moaned and nuzzled his face between her legs. The scratchy feel of his whiskery face sent her libido into an upward spiral of ecstasy before he pulled away.
Before she knew it Zeke was behind her again. He pushed a palm against her back until she bent forward. She balanced her hands on the thick window as he slathered her rear channel with lots of lubrication. She looked down into Luke’s eyes. He calmed her with an expression of sheer love and devotion.
“Relax,” Zeke whispered. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. The tip of his cock made its way slowly inside of her ass. It took every bit of concentration not to tense up as he pushed steadily forward. She lost her battle of nonchalance after less than a minute. The forward movement of Zeke’s cock overwhelmed her senses. She was about tense up, but then Luke shoved his face between her legs, and she felt the strong, hard stroke of his tongue across her clit.
Before she barely got over the surprise sensation, he wrapped his lips around her clit and started sucking her bud. Her legs trembled, and a climax built steadily in her core. Mindless with pleasure in seconds, she soon lost track of Zeke’s progress.
His cockhead made it past the ring of muscles at the entrance to her ass. But then Luke sucked her clit even harder. Emma Rae had so many bold new sensations coursing through her veins, she didn’t know what to focus on.
Zeke kept pushing his cock slowly and more deeply into her ass. The dark pleasure of his intrusion where no man had ever been put her libido in a whole new plane of blissful existence. She glanced down and saw Luke’s head bobbing between her legs. His whiskers scratched a tingly path against her inner thighs. Her clit ached with the pleasure of his exuberance and helped send her passion to new levels.
She wanted to come shrieking. She wanted Zeke to fuck her ass as her ultimate pleasure crested. And truthfully, she didn’t care one whit if the entire building watched her do it.
The fronts of Zeke’s thighs brushed the backs of her legs. He stopped moving, and kissed the back of her neck. The sensation of his huge cock filling her ass suddenly registered.
“I’m going to start moving now. You okay with that?”
She nodded. Luke continued sucking on her clit, and she didn’t trust her voice.
The pull half out and the push back in distracted her for a few moments, but when she felt Luke sucking her clit between his lips she almost lost it. Pleasure zoomed through her limbs at crazy speeds.
The pressure of Zeke’s cock up her backside was wickedly satisfying. She loved the commanding way he took control and built pleasure fast and hard inside her body as he started moving at a more steady speed. In and out. In and out. The realization finally dawned on her.
He’s fucking my ass. Feels so good.
UNBRIDLED AND UNJUSTIFIED
Ava took in a deep quiet breath, held it for a count of three, and then exhaled, readying herself for whatever was about to happen next.
Both front doors of the huge black SUV opened at the same time, and two very large men stepped out onto her recently paved driveway.
Shit. They looked exactly like government agents, too.
Mr. White certainly hadn’t wasted any time ratting her out to the authorities again. She watched them carefully, thinking they didn’t seem like they were in any hurry to approach.
The two men were both well over six feet tall in her estimation. One with dark hair and the other blond, each man was very, very attractive. Chiseled square jaws, clean shaven, and with muscles galore from shoulders to thighs. In fact, the two hunks could have been models for the annual Mr. Hottie G-Man calendar. Perhaps they already were.
Chiding herself for the fanciful notion, Ava stiffened her resolve and remained where she was. Centered on her porch at the top of the stairs that she’d whitewashed herself, clutching a shotgun she wouldn’t have the nerve to fire at a living person, and wishing she didn’t feel like she was about to lose such a hard-fought battle to keep a frightened woman and her child safe, Ava waited for them to come to her.
She watched as each of them stretched beside their respective sides of the vehicle. Had they come a long way? They looked good, but handsome or not, they were going to do an about-face and leave, or the birds would scatter out of the trees for a second time today when she put another shotgun blast into the air. Unless they had a warrant. She dearly hoped they did not.
Each man also closed their vehicle door exactly at the same time as if they’d choreographed it in advance. She thought they hadn’t seen her yet. They hadn’t reacted in any way to a pissed-off woman waiting impatiently and holding a weapon. She watched from her porch, still as a statue, for them to get closer. With the shotgun loaded for bear, Ava tightened her hands around the barrel and grip.
The two approached together, walking straight and true to the bottom step of her porch.
“Are you the owner of this house?” the dark-haired one asked. His deep voice sent a shiver from her nipples to her pussy. Damn. She hadn’t had such vivid lust for a man in quite a long spell. She was a bit out of practice. Her libido piped up with a sincere desire to hear him speak again.
He was a bit taller than the blond, but that wasn’t saying much. They were both giants. His overall expression seemed to say, Don’t fuck with me. And he hadn’t once glanced at her gun. He kept his focus on her face. More specifically, he looked into her eyes.
Could he see to the depths of her soul? She mentally shook her head and tried to focus on the problem at hand. She wasn’t going to trust him just because she suddenly had the hots for an attractive stranger. She fixed her gaze on his icy, light blue-gray eyes, too. His mesmerizing stare relaxed her. She needed to find some backbone and get rid of these two intruders.
Deciding not to answer his question regarding the ownership of her home, she said, “If you all are selling something, I’m not interested. You can just turn around, and go back the way you came.” Lie. Lie. Lie. She’d buy his entire stock and beg for more, if he merely spoke again.
The blond cracked the briefest of smiles when she said the words selling something.
The dark-haired man simply looked further annoyed. “My name is Declan Westfall. I’m a private investigator working in connection with a federal agency on an immigration case. This is my partner Troy Markham.” The other man nodded once politely.
Damn it all to hell. Marisol wasn’t an immigration case. She was hiding from a drunken, wife-beating bastard. Marisol wasn’t sure what action her husband had taken in the wake of her sudden absence. Was she listed as a missing person? Or had her husband filed a complaint against her for taking their son away? Either way, if a federal case were opened to investigate her, Ava feared Marisol’s husband would find her and Javier very easily. The truth would keep her in the states, but her husband would have her again.
“I can’t imagine what an immigration officer wants all the way out here in these parts.” Her spine went rigid with panic. They’d ask about Marisol, and she’d have to decide whether to lie about her presence inside.
“We’re looking for a woman named Ava Campbell. Do you know where she is?”
They’re looking for me? Ava relaxed a notch. Her grip loosened around the shotgun. She lowered the weapon to one side, and studied them each once more. Still gorgeous.
“I’m not saying that I do or don’t know her. But what do you all want with this Ava Campbell anyway?” she asked.
Declan drilled her with a livid glare hot enough to melt iron into liquid steel. “None of your business. Do you know her or not?”
“Maybe I do. And maybe I don’t.” She wasn’t about to volunteer any information on her identity until she knew exactly why they were here. Gorgeous or not, one of them might whip out tax papers and declare that she owed big money to the government or something. They’d haul her off to jail until it was sorted out and she was vindicated, but what would happen to Marisol and her son in the meantime?
The blond man named Troy chuckled once, seemingly at her uninformative response. Declan, however, took a step forward and continued up the wide whitewashed stairs so fast, Ava couldn’t lift her weapon to threaten or even fend him off. He hit the top stair, towered within six inches of her spot, and stopped. She was riveted to the place where her sandals touched the floor.
Ava couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so turned on that she wanted to strip naked in front of strangers to feed her rapacious desires. But that was exactly how she felt. Troy shifted his body so she wasn’t trapped against the cushion.
His hand slid slowly up her side from hip to torso. She sent a mental message to please play with her breast. The carnal kiss continued. His sensual, amazing mouth rubbed and tasted her lips as if he couldn’t get close enough. Her nipples tingled at the mere prospect of his touch. She arched her back forward, pushing her breasts closer to give him whatever silent permission he needed.
Ava heard moaning and realized she was the one making noise. Distracted by her embarrassment, she was suddenly surprised when Troy’s hand clamped over one breast. Her nipple came to attention against his palm. He flicked his thumb over the sensitive bud, and another moan escaped from her throat.
Hands buried in the soft tendrils of his hair, Ava raked her nails along his scalp. Troy’s body had hovered over her up to now, but suddenly he pressed his hips between her open legs. The decadent feel of his huge cock burrowing between her thighs sent a pulse of lust straight to her pussy. She wanted to have sex more than she wanted to keep breathing.
A gush of moisture shot into her panties in readiness. The idea that his cock was hot, hard, and capable of immediate penetration sent her arousal zooming sky-high. She curled her hips and pushed her pussy against his rigid arousal. He responded with a few thrusts until Ava was convinced she might not need to take her clothes off to experience the best orgasm ever.
They moved in tandem, kissing and rubbing against each other until she wanted to violate him repeatedly. She’d never felt so crazy good or aroused before this unexpected backseat make-out encounter.
“Keep your heads down. I’ll be back in a few minutes,” Declan said and opened his car door. Noises of the night in the form of nearby highway traffic and the buzz of a streetlight above the car filtered into her lust-saturated brain before the door closed again, and the quiet resumed.
Ava broke the kiss. Damn. She hadn’t even felt the car slow down or stop. A narrow shaft of light from the dim overhead light illuminated a small place in the backseat and also part of Troy’s face.
He drew back a few inches. He stared down into her eyes. He looked as hungry as she felt. Both of them panted.
“Are we stopping?” he asked in a whisper.
She shook her head. “I don’t want to.” She wanted sex. Soon. Now. The euphoric feeling she had pushed out any thoughts of practical reasoning. This was crazy. Outrageous. And she wasn’t stopping until she was satisfied.
He grinned. Oh, my, those delicious dimples. “Good. Neither do I.” His lips captured hers in sensual abandon once more. The acute arousal in her body picked up the beat as if they’d never stopped. He kissed the corner of her mouth and then kissed her cheek.
He pulled away again. “Unbutton your shirt.”
With trembling hands she quickly did as he asked. When she finished and opened her shirt to him, he smiled. “I love front-closure bras.” He nodded at her. “Undo it for me. I want to see you.”
She complied. Ava had never felt so utterly sexy and desirable in her life. She pulled the cups away so he could see her bare breasts. He sucked in a sharp breath the moment she was revealed.
His head dipped down toward one nipple. “Beautiful,” he whispered and took the pert bud into his mouth. Her back arched in bliss the moment he sucked her nipple deeply between his lips. The ripe pleasure of his suction made her mindless with arousal. Ava wanted to climax. Soon. She also wanted his cock buried all the way inside her pussy when she did.
“Ohmigod. Ohmigod,” she chanted over and over. Her body was ablaze in vibrant sexual sensations.
The driver’s door opened again. and Declan climbed in. “Stay down.”
Even the sudden intrusion didn’t dampen her lust. Ava was in some dream world where she had to complete this tryst or die trying. Troy lifted his head from her breast and kissed her mouth again. His tongue darted between her lips hard and fast then slow and seductive until Ava didn’t know if she’d be able to leave the vehicle without being satisfied first. The best she could do was not moan, pant, or scream in pleasure while Declan moved the vehicle.
Seconds later, Declan opened his door again. “We’re in number seven. Let me get inside the room first. I’ll leave the door unlocked for the two of you.”
UNBRIDLED AND UNFORGIVEN: CLAY'S STORY
“It’s been several days since he moved into the hotel. Why the fuck is he staying there? Why isn’t he meeting with anyone?”
“I’m not certain, sir.”
“Wait. Maybe we need to artificially stimulate his world.”
“In what way, sir?”
Col. Drake stared past her. She resisted the urge to turn and see what he looked so intently at, but instead grounded herself by clamping her jaws together.
“I think we need a plan to get you into his life.”
That was not at all what she’d been expecting. “I’m sorry, sir? You want me in his life now?” Finally. She’d wanted that from the very beginning. She felt that she could be so much more effective as his protection detail if she could only get closer.
Col. Drake turned his glacial blue gaze her way. He’d been called ruthless and soulless by many, but Angelica had always found him simply focused on the task at hand. In this moment she understood the possibility of those adjectives being fairly accurate to describe him.
“I want to know what Barkova told him. Even after learning he might be one of two people with a target on his back, the only thing he does is protect the property he manages by moving to the local hotel. He’s probably in danger. I wanted him to lead us to his contacts which might in turn lead us to who has the priest, but Clay isn’t cooperating. We can’t just keep watching him. So we need to step things up.”
“How can we do that? You believe he’ll be targeted like the priest and kidnapped.”
Col. Drake nodded. “It’s very likely. Probably only a matter of time. That’s why we need to keep watch and step in if anyone tries to take him.”
“What if we just tell him that and you can offer me up as his personal bodyguard.” Angelica had not voiced what she considered the obvious approach on this mission. She’d been busy with the effort to be a team player.
Col. Drake laughed. “I know you’ve read his file, even though you weren’t supposed to. Do you honestly think he’ll let you protect him?”
Angelica shrugged. “If he’s smart he will.” She had skills. Excellent skills. He’d be lucky to have her protecting him.
Col. Drake nodded at her outstanding self-appraisal as if he understood she’d be perfect as Clay’s guardian. Then his eyes narrowed. “You know what? I believe I have an excellent idea how to make him want you.” A ripple of awareness went down her spine at that remark. She wanted Clay to want her. She hoped her sudden prurient interest in Clay’s desire wasn’t visible in her expression.
He walked past her and opened his office door. “Come with me. We’ve got some planning to do. Trudy!” he called out to his longtime personal assistant. She stood at the ready the moment they exited Col. Drake’s office. With a set of glasses strung around her neck on a decorative chain, Trudy Alvarez was a model of efficiency, waiting like a sentry by her desk for further orders as if she’d been listening in to the conversation and knew she’d be needed.
Trudy smiled at the two of them, reached up, and slid her reading glasses into place onto her nose. Before he could even open his mouth, Trudy handed Col. Drake a stack of stapled papers in a manila file folder. “For your signature, sir,” she said pleasantly.
As Col. Drake scratched his name on the requisite paperwork, Angelica went back to daydreaming about Clay.
Having Clay want her was a very personal secret goal. What would it be like to be desired by Clayton Forrester? She put a quick damper on any elation. This was a job like any other.
“Trudy, get me ops support on the line. I may have something for them to do.”
“Yes, sir.” Trudy was gone in the next second to do Col. Drake’s bidding.
Angelica was soon led to the conference room. There was a blueprint layout on the table of the Ryder Hotel’s first floor including a detailed sheet of the café restaurant there.
“What if we plant a bomb in here and you discover it, thereby saving Clay’s life? Then he could see your awesome skills for himself and you’d have an automatic in with him for further protection.”
“How would that work?”
“I’ll set up a meeting with him.”
“We worked together once a long time ago. I wouldn’t call us friends, more like acquaintances from a shared past. Didn’t I mention that before?”
“No, sir.” But she knew anyway. Curiosity over their shared history raced through Angelica’s mind, but she quickly tucked it away for later. She’d have to search the copy of Clay’s confidential file she’d secreted away for herself for further study of his older missions and find out more details about how Col. Drake knew him.
“I’ll tell him that I’ve heard he’s looking into Barkova and bait him with possibly important information. You’ll enter when he does, catch his eye, stop to speak to him, but then promptly notice a backpack or strange package behind a planter or in an empty booth and save him.”
Angelica remained silent. Col. Drake was on a roll and didn’t look like he wanted to be interrupted.
“Afterward I’ll tell him I was there to offer protection in the form of you as his bodyguard. Since you’ve already saved his life, he’ll be much more inclined to let you protect him, right?”
Angelica shrugged. “Are we willing to risk civilian lives by using a real bomb for this? He won’t be swayed by a fake.”
“It won’t be a viable bomb. We’ll put a defective timer on a pack of explosives or something. It will look very real until the experts take it apart and find the defective piece later on, which they’ll assume the bomber didn’t know about. However, it still won’t negate the fact that you have an eye for detail and that you’ve saved him. He’ll be grateful and more easily up for the idea of a female bodyguard.”
She nodded. “Okay. Let’s make a plan.” Whatever it takes to get to the part where I’m his personal guard, during the day and most especially all night.
Clay perched himself on the arm of the sofa and watched as Jake pulled Angelica’s shirt off over her head. Very slowly. Erotic in the extreme to observe, Clay practically salivated as his best friend carefully undressed the woman who was fast becoming what he considered the perfect one for them. He almost hadn’t believed it was possible to find another woman he cared about to this degree. Jake made him believe it was possible. Angelica was amazing in so many different ways. Clay figured he was about to discover one more intriguing facet of her persona.
Jake suddenly pulled the clip from her hair, tossing it to the floor, releasing the tightly compressed professional twist she’d worn all day. Her luxurious mane spilled in waves against her neck and back. She shook her head to loosen her locks even more. Beautiful.
Now that he knew Angelica was the woman Jake had been with during the assignment gone wrong, he understood that his best friend had fallen for her way back then. Jake didn’t even believe in love at first sight usually, but during a drunken evening not too long ago, he’d shared his true feelings regarding the woman he’d been told had quite possibly had a hand in his team member’s death.
He told Clay that deep down inside he didn’t really believe she’d betrayed them, but feared it was only his dick doing the talking because he’d fallen so hard for the mystery woman he’d never seen again.
Clay also knew that Angelica most assuredly pushed all of his buttons. She was wickedly strong, feisty, independent, and so sexually perfect, he hoped she planned to become a permanent fixture in their lives. He could certainly see her there right between them wrapped around the brass pole with Jake fucking her ass as he thrust is cock in her sweet, hot pussy.
Pleasure thrummed through his body and radiated out to his limbs. He couldn’t wait to watch Jake and Angelica together. He’d already dreamed of this very scenario the night before. He’d even been thinking of a foldout bed because there’d been one in his Ryder Hotel room. He’d envisioned Jake behind Angelica as she braced her arms on the sofa’s high back. Jake hammering his cock into her body with the sounds of her pleasured moaning filling the air around them.
Back in the moment, Angelica placed her gun and knife on a small, rickety-looking table next to the sofa arm on the other side from where Clay was perched.
Angelica, clad in only bra and panties, sent a steamy gaze his way. “Will you be joining us?” she asked as Jake quickly pulled his clothes off. The husky, low quality of her voice sent a ripple of desire down his spine and poked his cock wide awake.
“I’d like to watch this round if that’s okay with you. I may touch, fondle, or kiss as the mood strikes me, but I really want to watch Jake fuck you just like I did last night. Repeatedly.”
She nodded slowly and smiled. Jake unhooked her bra and slid her skimpy panties to the floor. After securing a condom, Jake whispered in her ear, and she climbed onto the bed, bracing her arms on the sofa’s high back. She turned her head to the side and watched Clay.
Clay mentally licked his lips. Jake climbed onto the bed behind her, stroked his hands down her arms, across her waist, along her ass cheeks. He hugged her, touched her, nibbled her flesh from shoulders to hips, whispered things to her that Clay couldn’t hear, but that made her smile. The two of them moved together in perfect harmony like two lovers reunited.
Which they were. The very thought made Clay ecstatic.
Jake reached around her hip, gently moved a hand between her legs, and stroked until Angelica tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and moaned. He snaked his other hand around to pluck at her nipples. His cock rested against one firm butt cheek. He pushed his hips into her back, denting his cock into her flesh with each push.
“I’m ready for your cock,” Angelica said and pressed her butt against his lap.
“Patience, princess, I want to hear you scream.”
“That’s so unfortunate, since I’m not screaming until you fuck me.” She grinned.
“Still so obstinate. I’d forgotten that about you.”
“I’ve waited for a long time to feel your cock inside me, Jake. So fuck me already. It’s long past time.”
Jake buried his face in her hair and nuzzled her neck a moment, also lining up his cock against her pussy lips as he did so. “I’ve dreamed about doing this since the last time we were together.”
Cock in hand, Jake guided his dick between her legs, put a hand on her back to push her down, and slammed his hips forward. Angelica screamed the moment he penetrated her. “Fuck, that’s so good,” she cried out again. “Oh my god. You’re so big. I didn’t forget that part.”
“Oh, honey, you just have a narrow pussy made for fucking the way I like it. Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around my dick.” Jake fastened both hands to her hips and pumped in and out of her hard and fast. Just like Clay knew she loved.
He couldn’t wipe the grin off of his face as he watched them fuck. They looked incredible together. Clay’s cock was suddenly rigid and pressing uncomfortably on his zipper. He loosened his belt and then his pants to make room for his cock to grow.
Angelica looked amazing. Her head was thrown back, her hips tilted up to meet Jake’s hard thrusts. But she suddenly turned her head to one side. She sent her gaze from his face to his knees. She then glanced back down, zeroing in on his open fly, and grinned.
“I want to suck your cock,” she said, turning to move closer. “Right now. While he fucks me.”