Taming Jenna [Sequel to Saving Grace] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read online

  Chapter Twelve

  Jenna spent the morning interviewing a couple laborers who stopped by for the open positions. There was some potential there, but she’d only know for sure after a few days of on-the-job training. She could usually tell if a man would last after they joined in on a cattle roundup with the regular cowboys.

  The afternoon heat was barely tolerable, and sweat beaded down her cleavage. She’d love to be able to strip shirtless like the men, but was trapped in her heavy flannel. She decided to stop by the main barn to see if Trevor needed any help. The idea of seeing him again both thrilled her and sent her stomach into nervous knots. Part of her wanted to go back to the way things were, while the other part wanted to embrace their new status.

  “Any luck finding help?” asked Bryce, taking her off guard.

  “I have a couple interviews next week. I’ll try and help out until then.” She brushed past him and stopped dead when she saw Trevor bent over, cleaning his horse’s hoof. As if sensing her, he glanced up and dropped the horse’s leg.

  “Mornin’, cowboy.”

  He stood tall, brushing his dirty-blond hair off his forehead. “Jenna James. You have a good night?” Did she sense a note of jealousy? Men who didn’t care didn’t get jealous, did they?

  “If you have something to say, say it.” She moved in close to keep their conversation private. Cowboys were moving about everywhere.

  His face lost his usual carefree quality, but looked intense and determined. Her body heated as he cornered her in the small one-horse stall. She should tell him to back off and get to work, but she wanted this, wanted him.

  “It should have been you and me last night,” he whispered, bracing an arm on each side of her head.

  “Or maybe you should have joined us.” She held eye contact with him. Desire now darkened his gaze. “I missed you.” Sharing personal feelings put her at risk of getting hurt, but she had high hopes after talking with Mr. Wagner.

  “Did you now?” He gave her a too-cute smirk. “Who’s going to share your bed tonight, darlin’?” Jenna tamped down her urge to lash out. Trevor wasn’t just any ranch hand. He was hers, and she needed to remember that. He had special leeway with her now.

  “It’s big enough for both of you.”

  He exhaled against her neck, his desire palpable. “I want you naked right here, right now. I want to suck your tits and fuck you against the wall.” One of his arms dropped down and cupped her ass, pulling her tight against his erection. Knowing how good his hard cock could make her feel made her pussy weep.

  “Trevor, cut it out.”

  “There’s my name again. You know how crazy I get when you say it.” He attempted to snake his hand up her shirt, but she swatted him away. Another minute and she’d succumb to his charms. It was midday, and the ranch was teeming with life. This relationship had to remain a secret, or everything she’d built over the years would crumble down around her.

  She tried to switch to business mode. “You need to get to work, foreman. Anything I can do to help?”

  “Yeah. I can think of a few things.” Why did he have to look so damned sexy? Her body was on fire with an ache that only he could calm. It would be torture to wait so many hours before she’d get him all to herself. Before she could reply, Trevor unbuckled his thick leather belt, the silver buckle dangling to the side.

  Did she dare to pleasure him? The thought of committing such a taboo act in a public place was titillating. “Someone will see,” she said.

  “I’ll send them away. Come on, don’t be cruel. Look how hard you make me.”

  “God help you, if anyone sees.” She bent down in the corner and unzipped his jeans. His lean hips and the erotic trail of dark blond hair disappearing into his boxers made her pussy throb. She couldn’t wait to wrap her lips around his cock. Being in the public place with the risk of getting caught made her randier than a cowboy.

  Jenna pulled the band of his boxer briefs down to release his hard-on. He was thick and ready, his mushroom head swollen. A bead of pre-cum rolled over the rounded edge. She flicked out her tongue to tease a bit. He groaned and braced both hands on the wall. He tasted earthy and all male. She closed her eyes and wrapped her mouth around his wide girth. “You’re fucking perfect,” he muttered.

  She gripped the base of his cock and sucked deep, working up to an eager rhythm. He was warm and silky against her tongue. When she heard boots walking up the center of the barn, she paused with his dick partway in her mouth.

  “Get outta here! Can’t you see I’m busy?” The harsh tone was so unlike him, but it had the desired effect. The intruders retreated, leaving them alone once again. She continued to savor his hot length until he had her head in both hands, so close to orgasm. His deep, guttural grunts encouraged her to keep going.

  Then another set of footsteps broke her rhythm, a cowboy wearing spurs. This time they didn’t go away when commanded, and Jenna stood up, worried about getting caught. Conner’s handsome face appeared at the end of the stall. She couldn’t help but replay their night together in her head, so beautifully volatile, passion and pain mixed into a memorable erotic experience.

  “I’ve been looking for you.” Conner patted the rump of the horse sharing the stall, creating a small billow of dust.

  “She’s with me. Where she belongs.” Trevor palmed his cock, now tucked into his boxers.

  Conner stood tall and unyielding at the entrance to the stall. “Who’s your Big Daddy?” She swallowed hard as she glanced back and forth between both men.

  Jenna leaned over and grabbed Conner’s shirt, pulling him into the cramped space with her, Trevor, and the horse. “You are! Now I won’t put up with a pissing contest between the two of you,” she whispered harshly. “I want you both!”

  They both stared at her as if flames were spewing from her mouth. She told them she wanted them—it was the truth. A dangerous truth if it wasn’t reciprocated. But their male posturing gave her the hope that they reciprocated her feelings.

  “I want you, too, darlin’.” Trevor kissed her on the lips, but she pulled away before they got too carried away. His confession melted her heart, heating it after years of being frozen. If he was anything like her, his words carried a far deeper meaning.

  She glanced up at Conner, waiting for him to say something, say anything. “You know I don’t like to share.”

  “But you will, or I’ll have your balls in a vise.”

  He smirked devilishly, and she knew he was on board. “You sure this is what you want?” Conner tilted her chin up. “Can I trust you with my heart?”

  “You’re both mine now. I’d brand you both proper if you’d let me.” She tugged both of them against her, feeling overwhelmed with all the male muscle surrounding her. “Don’t fuck with me or dream of hitting it with another woman. I do know how to use a rifle,” she half teased.

  “Only you, darlin’.” Trevor trailed his lips along her jawline and whispered in her ear, “I need you.”

  Poor cowboy, sporting a hard-on with hours of work left in the day. She didn’t want one of her men to suffer, and she’d admit her body was in a state of sweet torture with her desire to be alone with them.

  “Conner, am I ready for both of you yet?” She bit her lip, knowing the suggestion would make him just as hard as Trevor. Wearing the butt plug half the night was supposed to prepare her for a double invasion.

  “We can find out.”

  “Tack room. Now,” commanded Trevor. Jenna’s heart pounded in anticipation of the wicked delights in store for her. She left the stall first, walking casually to the other end of the barn to the tack room. As she walked, she scanned the area, looking for any curious onlookers, but found nothing out of the ordinary.

  Inside the tack room, it was dusty and the air rich with the scent of leather. Dozens of saddles lined the windowless walls, carefully polished and preserved on saddle horses until needed. She looked around and wondered what they could use as a bed and found nothing suitable.
Why would Trevor suggest the tack room? Her apartment would be the best choice, but the men were bound to be caught climbing the ladder to her loft, especially when no one was permitted but her.

  The concrete floor was a mess, in need of a good sweeping. As she kicked around the mess with her boot, a heavy hand came down on her jean-clad ass. She whirled around. Conner had a hungry look in his eyes as he moved in on her. Trevor was sliding the heavy wooden door closed in the distance. Once the minimal light was choked out, she reached forward to feel for Conner. He was in the middle of taking off his shirt. She ran her hands over his chest and shoulders, loving the smooth, warm firmness of his muscled skin. God, she needed to connect. Fast.

  “Who owns your cunt?” His deep baritone made her pussy spasm. She gasped with sudden need, and he hadn’t even touched her yet.

  “You do,” she replied without thought.

  Trevor struck a match and lit a lantern. He hung it up on a large nail protruding from one of the wooden wall boards and bent over to open an old restored trunk. Wagner had several of them in the house. “I think I’ve staked my claim on that pussy, too, darlin’. Or maybe I need to remind you.”

  “Take off your shirt,” said Conner. The sharp lines of his face danced in the shadows of the lantern light. She wanted to feel both men touching her, kissing her, fucking her.

  Once her shirt and bra were discarded, he demanded her boots be removed. She slipped them off and handed them over. When he tossed them carelessly, she snapped, “Watch it, cowboy! Wagner gave me those.”

  Conner unzipped his jeans. “Feisty. I think you need to be broken.”

  “She definitely needs taming.” Trevor pulled off his shirt, leaving both men bare-chested. She needed to touch them, to lick them because looking was driving her mad with need.

  Conner turned to Trevor. “I know you guys keep your treasures in that trunk. We need lube.”

  “That all?”

  “Depends how much she wants to play,” said Conner. At this point she wouldn’t say no to much. She trusted them not to hurt her, which was half the battle. These men had opened Pandora’s box and released the sensual woman that had been dormant and ashamed of her sexuality all these years.

  “Do you wanna play, darlin’?” Trevor was still too far away for her liking, over by the open trunk. “How’d you like a dildo inside your sweet little pussy?”

  She nodded, feeling empty and ready for her men and their games. Trevor grabbed some things from the trunk and sauntered over to her with a look of satisfaction glued on his face. He coated a flesh-colored dildo with lubricant and held it in front of her for her inspection. It was nearly as large as the real deal. The toy waggled around tauntingly in front of her. She shucked her pants and eagerly awaited their next move.

  “Lie down on the bench, Jenna.” She complied, lowering her nude form onto the wooden bleacher-style bench. As much as she wanted this, she couldn’t help but think of all the other women they must have brought to this same room.

  Trevor knelt beside her and parted her legs with one hand, while guiding the slick phallus into her cunt. It was cold, not comforting and hot like his cock, but it filled her and dulled her need temporarily. She wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him close. He pumped the silicone dick in and out of her body while she whispered in his ear. “How am I any different from all your other women?”

  He frowned, and stilled his movements. “Don’t you know? Jenna, it’s always been you. I love you, and now that I have you, there’ll never be anyone else.”

  She liked the sound of that—it was everything she wanted to hear. With a deep inhale to chase away her remaining doubts, she arched up to receive more of the dildo. He rewarded her by fucking her with the toy and teasing her clit with his free hand. This was crazy, dirty sex, and she loved every second of it.

  * * * *

  Trevor leaned in and sucked her clit until she squealed for him to stop. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold off. Jenna’s beautiful naked body was laid out before him like a banquet, and he wanted to sample every part of her.

  “She can’t handle having her pussy sucked?” Conner removed his pants and sat on the bench behind her head. “That’s pathetic and deserves punishment.”

  “Conner,” Trevor warned.

  “Didn’t she tell you that she loves to get spanked?” Conner helped her sit up, and then stand. Although Trevor wasn’t into kink like Conner, the idea piqued his interest.

  When Conner patted his lap, his cock jutting out from between his legs, Jenna didn’t hesitate to lie over his thighs, her ripe, round ass kissing the open air. He began to rub her flesh in firm circles, and Jenna ground her pussy against his leg in response.

  Whack!

  Trevor half expected Jenna to let loose a string of curses, but she only moaned in pleasure, wiggling her ass for more. Whack! Whack! Whack! Even in the dim lighting, Trevor could see her milky white ass turning a pretty pink. Conner twisted and lay over the bench, pulling Jenna atop him as he shifted. Now straddling his waist, she rose up on her feet and pulled the dildo free, dropping it to the ground. Then she impaled herself over Conner’s ready cock.

  Trevor always loved bringing women back to the tack room, especially the ones that didn’t mind sharing their body with a group of cowboys. The more, the merrier, in his opinion. But as he watched Jenna ride Conner, her full breasts bouncing temptingly, he realized he’d never be able to share her with other men from the crew. He also became aware that he wasn’t just in this for cheap thrills. He wanted more than sex, more than a few nights of pleasure from Jenna. Wagner was right—it was love. It burned inside him and left no doubt in his heart.

  Now it was time to make their triad official. Just Jenna, Conner, and Trevor. He lubed up his cock and straddled the bench behind Jenna. He pushed her down against Conner with a palm to her back and positioned his dick at her tight rosette. Trevor had deflowered too many women to remember, but nothing could compare to this. He pressed the head of his cock inside her using firm, consistent pressure.

  “Remember the butt plug? Just push against him and relax,” said Conner, who now began to kiss Jenna. She whined and grunted in discomfort as he worked his way into her tight nether hole. Once fully seated, he took a much-needed cleansing breath and allowed her time to adjust to his cock filling her ass. Damn, she was tight.

  “How does it feel to have my dick in your ass?” He gripped her hips, squeezing the soft flesh as he waited like a horse at the starting gates.

  She said nothing, but her breathing changed from rapid to controlled, and he knew it was only a matter of minutes until her body accepted him. He reached between her body and Conner’s to play with her clit. The added stimulation would put her over the edge, allow her to relax and enjoy what they planned to give her.

  “Both our cocks are inside you, Jenna. Be a good girl and tell me how that feels.” Conner hadn’t thrust once since Trevor joined them, maintaining herculean control considering the temptation sitting on his cock.

  “Tight. Full.”

  “Do you want us to double fuck you now?”

  She nodded, and they began to work her, slowly and rhythmically, until she was grinding against them and begging for more. They took turns, working together, double-teaming. Trevor and Conner seemed to work like a well-oiled machine, as if they were meant to have Jenna sandwiched between them. He could feel the other man’s cock sliding against his, only a thin membrane between them.

  Nothing could compare to sharing a woman, especially when love was involved. Trevor held no animosity for Conner. Their ménage felt natural and right.

  “You’re fucking tight, darlin’. I love it.” Trevor was too close to the edge. He needed Jenna to finish before him, so held off. Feeling her ass clamp around him, her body so stuffed with cock, had his sanity hanging on by a thread.

  “Oh, God, it’s happening,” she cried. “Everything’s getting warm. It’s building inside me—”

  “Let loose, sw
eetheart. Embrace it. Focus on that pleasure point inside you and let it take over.” Trevor helped her along by pulling at her clit, giving her that extra push over the edge. It worked—her body clamped down around his cock, and he could feel wave after wave milking him. Conner groaned and pulled her down to his chest. Trevor finally allowed himself to come, filling her ass full of seed. He groaned, and then smoothed his hands over her sweat-slick back as he took a cleansing breath.

  “Oh, my God, that felt good,” she said. Trevor gently slipped out of her ass and rummaged around for his shirt. He’d need to get a quick shower in before returning to work. He had a shipment of cattle to drive out to the other end of town before dinner hour.

  Once dressed, Trevor leaned over. Jenna was still lying on top of Conner’s chest, completely spent. “I’ll see you tonight, darlin’.” He kissed her sweat-slick forehead before standing. “Take care of her,” he told Conner.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Over a week had passed since the afternoon foray in the tack room. Jenna snuck out to Conner’s cabin most nights, where he’d be waiting for her with Trevor. It wasn’t always about the sex. Some nights they just slept together, but it felt good not to be alone anymore. Everything was just too good to be true. But good things didn’t last. How long could they meet up like this? How long could they hide their threesome without one of the other cowboys getting wise? Jenna couldn’t even think of the next logical step to take because the entire relationship was so unorthodox. The Wagner Ranch was her home. She wasn’t the housewife type—Jenna was a cowgirl right down to her marrow and could never fulfill a typical role as wife or mother.

  The second breakfast run was in full swing. She helped Pete serve and maintain order. Trevor and Conner both sat at the table, glancing at her with sexy grins. She only scowled, scared they’d give away their hidden relationship.

  Jenna slipped into the main house when things settled down. Grace and Scott had returned home the night before from their honeymoon. Scott was busy moving their stuff to their newly renovated home a few miles away. Mr. Wagner parceled off a breathtaking piece of land for them to build on. There was a river running through it, fertile land, and a mix of fields and forest. The perfect place to settle down and raise a family.