Misty stared at the woman that had become her best friend in such a short time. “Why not?”
“Because.” London shook her head, standing to get another beer. “Rowdy is different. He’s almost a tortured soul. You don’t need to screw with him all in the name of fun. I don’t know him well, but what I have seen, he’s been hurt enough. Even if everything is in mutual agreement, it could still end up with him getting hurt in the end. I say don’t. Not for the wrong reasons anyway.”
Misty sipped her drink. When London had first come to Lucky, she had asked Misty to write an article about her candle shop. But after meeting the shirtless Pattons, Misty’s idea for her new column sprang to life. She knew London never intended to start a relationship with them, but it worked out for the best. She had everything she wanted and then some with the four men she loved. Misty glanced over at the men. The Patton brothers had an intense game of basketball going on out back while she and London sat on the deck watching the sun set in the horizon. Maybe London was right. She had no intention of settling down. She wanted a few fun nights that correlated with her article. She never even considered something long term.
“What do you think his story is?”
London sat in her seat and propped her bare feet up. “I don’t know. No one really knows anything about him. I asked Doug at the supermarket. He’s the town gossip, you know, and he really didn’t have much to say. Just all the stuff everyone else knows.”
Misty sat back wondering how she could approach the topic with him. Easton and Brandon made it easy. There was instant attraction there and they all wanted the same thing. Rowdy was elusive. Different. Quiet, though she really didn’t think he was shy. She tilted the bottle to her lips and drank.
“You look like you’re plotting war,” London commented.
Misty smiled. “I’m not. I am trying to figure him out though. You think he’s a serial killer?”
London spewed her drink. “A lawman?”
Misty shrugged. “They’re not that innocent.”
London shook her head. “No, I don’t think he’s a serial killer.”
Her friend thought about it. “Maybe.”
“Brandon said that they shared.” Misty pressed the cool bottle to her forehead to ward off the hot Texas heat. “Do you think he’s gay? Maybe he just likes his brothers and the only way he can be with them is to share a woman?”
London stared out at the Pattons. “I can’t say that. I think he is guarded. Some people don’t open up right on the spot. I’d say he has little trust for new people, people he doesn’t know. It doesn’t really help that you’re a reporter. Your career doesn’t exactly scream trustworthy. I know you’re not a bad person. You’re goofy and peculiar, but you’re not bad. I don’t think you’d intentionally hurt him but he doesn’t know that. Maybe a former lover betrayed him? It’s not that easy to get over. Look at me and Josh. I still want to punch him in the face and knock out all his perfectly bleached teeth.” She gave Misty a tight smile.
Misty contemplated what her friend said. London did have a point. The only way to get to know someone was to talk to them. She had to figure out how though without being the annoying stalker that no one likes. “Well, I need to pay my ticket, so I guess I can try to work up some kind of conversation.”
“I’m surprised your little Audi hasn’t gotten you in more trouble than it already has. You’re not fooling anyone by saying you go the speed limit. I know better. I’ve ridden with you.”
Misty laughed. “You’re not innocent either, London Phillips.”
Jett came over to them and lifted a water bottle from the cooler. Sweat dripped down his temples as he untwisted the cap. Misty arched an eyebrow at him.
Misty shook her head. “I’m leaving. Thanks for dinner. Sorry about the pot roast.”
“Wait. I have something for you.” London led her in the house and grabbed a Sexy Scents candle from the table. “The fragrance is Serendipity. I figured it was appropriate for the circumstances and perhaps if you burn it in your kitchen it will take away that nasty burnt food smell.”
Misty grinned. “You’re allowing me to have an open flame in my house?”
“Light it and leave it alone. It’s not rocket science.” London hugged her and held open the door. “But just in case you do burn your house down, don’t tell Brandon I gave it to you.”
Misty swallowed as the leather slapper brushed along her flat stomach. A hand gripped her knee as someone moved between her legs. A cold dollop of lube touched her anus before a finger pressed inside. Her body felt on fire. The thrill of being restrained along with three men taking her made her pussy weep with desire. God, she’d never been so damn needy before. Not since meeting these three men.
“Your ass is perfect,” Brandon said adding another finger inside her. Misty clutched him wishing his fingers were his cock instead. She needed someone inside her to relieve the ache.
“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Please.”
Easton’s lips pressed against her left ear as a hand cupped her breast and squeezed, tugging the clamps enough to make her gasp. “You’re a greedy woman, Misty. We’ll fuck you when we are ready.”
She was. The arousal was intense. Hands touching her everywhere. Lips caressing her skin. Rowdy still had the slapper and the leather added its own bit of delirium to the situation. He caressed her with the leather, letting her feel it. Get acquainted with it. She had no doubts that he’d use that to warm her skin.
A tongue swirled around her clit and Misty sucked in a breath. Brandon had added another finger inside her ass as he worked the tight hole to his liking. Misty tugged against her binds as Easton pressed wet kisses along her neck and Rowdy continued to touch her with the leather. He tapped the underside of her breast enough to make the clamps tug, drawing a moan of pleasure from her lips.
Brandon withdrew his fingers and left her completely. The slap of the leather against her inner thigh had her crying out. He brushed the tip of it against her wet pussy eliciting both fear and excitement. He tapped her clit, rubbing the leather along the seam of her sex until she arched up, needing more.
Teeth scraped her hip briefly before a tongue soothed the pain away. A hand spread her cheeks and the tip of something blunt pressed against her anus. Misty took a deep breath and relaxed as the thick plug sought entrance to her body. The leather strap returned, teasing her clit as her ass took the sex toy.
“I need to come,” Misty gasped. “Make me come.”
Male chuckles filled the silence. With the plug situated in place, a warm tongue flicked her clit before drawing it into a wet mouth. He teased her, drawing out the need, making her desire more intense.
“Do you think you’re in any position to give us orders?” Rowdy asked. Lips pressed against her hip. He’d moved between her legs, she realized. His hot tongue licked along the seam of her leg and hip. Frustration ebbed at her. Moments earlier he said he would fuck her hard. Now the damn man was teasing her. Making her want him. Need him. Need them.
Someone had grabbed the flogger and stroked her skin with it. A thrill shot through her body as the leather fringe brushed over her nipples.
“We want you,” Easton muttered in her ear. “So damn bad.”
Before she could respond, a thick cock nudged her entrance. Oh, hot damn. Finally. Rowdy’s big hands gripped her thighs as he pushed inside her, stretching her pussy to the max. She hadn’t been kidding that it’d been a while and even with all the teasing, he was big and she was out of practice.
She wanted them. All of them. It was ambitious and she knew she’d probably regret it in the morning but this was what she wanted. Needed. Misty dropped her head back as he pushed deep, filling her completely with one slick slide. Ah, fuck yeah. The fullness took her breath and he barely gave her time to catch it before he withdrew, then slammed home again.
He’d promised her a hard fucking and she was sure she was about to get it. Hands cupped her breast while a mouth covered hers. Brandon. He’d kept silent for the most of the night and she reveled in the taste of his lips pressed against hers.
There was something riveting about one man fucking her while another touched her and the other kissed her. This was a fantasy come true. She never dreamed it could be so good, and she had quite the imagination.
Each thrust was an antagonizing brush over her sensitive skin. Sparks of pleasure shot through her, her pussy clamping down on the cock inside her. Easton unclamped her nipple and drew the sensitive peak into his hot mouth. Brandon trailed kisses along her neck to her chest before unclamping the other nipple and giving it the same pleasure-torture as Easton. Unbearable friction had her crying out as she arched off the mattress, pulling at her restraints as Rowdy continued to thrust into her. She fell apart, unraveling, as pleasure exploded within her. It was so good.
Rowdy’s grunt came seconds later before he withdrew from her completely. Someone tugged the blindfold from her eyes and she blinked up at Brandon’s handsome face.
“You okay there, babe.” Brandon had a smile on his face. “I’m pretty sure the neighbors heard you.”
Misty still panted as she came down from her orgasmic high. She swallowed and Easton started working on the binds. “I think your arms need a little break after the intensity of that.”
He undid her, and being the caring man he was, rubbed her arms so the circulation would flow properly again. Misty glanced toward the bathroom where Rowdy stood. A flush of heat filled her face as she stared at him. She had never had a man make her cry out in bed. Ever.
Brandon brought her a glass of water and she smiled her thanks at him and took it, sitting up slightly. “Your fun is just beginning,” he promised.
Misty grinned and sipped the cool water, thankful for the wetness on her dry throat. Easton handed Brandon a condom and lube. His own hard cock was covered with a rubber and he lay next to Misty, on his back.
“You done for the night, cowboy?” Misty ran her hand along his stomach.
“Not a chance.” He pulled her hand to his lips and kissed it. “Once you cool down a little bit, we’re going to warm you back up.”