Cowboy Boots and Untamed Hearts

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STORY EXCERPT

At the end of the driveway, Jett slammed on the brakes and pushed the gearshift into park position. He shifted his weight, casually extended his arm across the seat and turned to face her. "What are you doing with Kev, Sydney?"

"What?" The question took her by surprise.

"Answer me. I want to know what you're doing riding around with my brother."

"We were going to the store to get some supplies," she stopped chattering out excuses, but only for a second, "Riley told him to give me a lift. I guess he thinks I'm incapable of driving in the snow, who knows."

"Is that right?"

"Yes. Sure it is." Why she felt compelled to explain anything to Jett Donovan bordered along the absurd. 

"Tell me something, little Sydney. If you'd gone to the store with my brother, would the two of you have stopped long enough to do this"

Before she even saw one coming, Jett's kiss invaded her lips. She felt the heat pass between them while some sort of magnetic current held them together.

His mouth covered hers while his tongue led her into a wet tunnel of pure bliss. Her heart raced and her nipples burned for a touch, not just any caress, but a Donovan hand. The kind of fingers she felt certain were fully trained to manipulate a woman.

If she imagined the bolts of electricity between them, it didn't matter. This was what she'd read about. This was what she dreamt about. She knew when she wrapped her arms around his neck that what they had between them defined sexual chemistry to the extreme. This wasn't a man who aroused a woman and then refused to screw her.

He took her face in his hands and kissed her breath away. In that one moment, Sydney Kane fell back in love with a Donovan. The kiss he robbed did more than snatch her lips. Jett stole her heart all over again. 

A few times, she tried to break free from his mouth but he weaved his fingers through her hair and drew her to him. She felt his pulse pounding against his wrists and her ear. He stroked her tongue with his and nipped, oh how he bit and sipped at her lips before kissing her whole mouth again.

He'd just started to draw her still closer by moving his hand around her neck when a loud peck on the windshield stilled their moment.  Jett slammed his fist against the steering wheel and then used it to pull away from her.

Before he rolled down the window, Kevin opened his door. "What 'cha doing here in this truck, little brother?"

"More than you've ever done," he growled. "You need something?"

ADULT EXCERPT 

She moaned against Brock's cock and her hips jerked forward faster and faster. Oh yeah, she was coming with or without permission. He immediately shot off like a rocket when Luke pulled her back, threatening to break the pace and hold her captive. Harder and harder, both men fucked her and then Brock pulled out and fell against the bed holding back and resisting his greedy pleasure.

"More Jett," she whispered as she lowered her lips to his and tongued her way into one heated erotic kiss. He touched her breasts with a slight tap to the side. Luke drove home with a slap to her ass and a pace guaranteeing he had what he wanted. He got what he came for when he hammered his cock deep into her small hole. 

"Don't go too fast, baby," Brock told her when she moved with them too much. In an instant, Jett noticed how her eyes hazed over and everything changed right then. She went to some kind of special place with Brock, somewhere none of them could go. For a few seconds, it bothered him until she redirected her focus and found her own place with him.

Luke slid out of her and Jett's beat changed. They fucked one another like familiar lovers and he kept his cock in tune with her needs. Her body arched with his and they made love slow and easy until she gripped his shoulders and scraped her nails down his arms. He locked her lips against his and kissed her until their orgasms subsided.

She flipped over unexpectedly reaching for Kevin as she did. He stood up and eagerly waited for her at the bedside. Drawing her to him, he stepped behind her, ran his finger down the crack of her ass and then cupped his hand under her.

"I want this pussy," he said as he dipped his fingers inside of her. She moaned out with every stroke. Brock moved in front of her, his large legs long and lean. He held her head to his cock.

"I want this mouth," he said with a smile, caressing her cheek as he waited for her to comply once more. 

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Kevin bypassed her first opening and sank into her second. Damn it all, Brock still wanted her lips on him. She closed her mouth tight and made him want for it.

"Open," he held her jawbone.

Kevin slapped her bottom. "Do it."

She opened her mouth and slid her tongue over the slit. He tasted like homespun heaven and she liked everything about his salty existence. He swelled into her mouth, his masculine smell filling her senses, his weight shifting between her jaws. He slid right for her throat as Kevin hammered into her. He gave her one stiff dose of himself and then withdrew long enough to play with her ass, fingering her ring with a simple touch.

"Kevin," she whimpered as she released Brock with a pop. "Please! I can'tI can't"

Brock grinned, that wicked, knowing smile. He yanked her with him as he laid flat against the bed.

"She's ready, now," he told him and Kevin lost his position.

Brock finger-fucked her hard before he moved his cock right into place and Kevin began stroking her the second Brock disappeared between her walls. They rocked back and forth, shifting her along their shafts. Within seconds, she cried out with pleasure, screaming this time, all of their names as both men rammed to the finish. Kevin slid out after his climax, and Brock continued to stroke.

He rolled over her and held her hands clasped above her head.

"Feel me, Sydney."

She wrapped her legs around his back and took each of his strokes, always longing for just one more. "Brockplease give me all of you, Master."

He offered a gentle smile, dropped her hands, framed her face and made love to her mouth. Stroke after stroke, his mouth and penis worked in time. "Yes, my darling subbie, I am yours, always yours, only yoursforever." 

Sydney clawed at him one last time as he smacked her hip and indicated their strong finish. Driving into her, his lips crashed over hers and he remained inside of her long after their orgasms subsided. Brock owned her pussy and with him locked between her walls, she felt beautiful, empowered, and finally loved.