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

  She could play cold all she wanted. Trevor knew she had feelings for him. What they shared was mutually enjoyed. When he pinned her in the barn, he didn’t fail to notice her pulse increase and her throat working harder. For some reason, she continued to deny herself, as if she had to live up to being some stone-cold bitch. He knew her secret, maybe he should have made that more clear.

  Jenna led her horse to the bay doors and swatted him in. She had her horse better trained than any he’d ever seen, and it returned to its stall without delay. “So, how’s the branding coming along?”

  “We had a good day considering we’re short-staffed. Any luck finding help?”

  “I think so. The guys at the Johnston ranch are spreading the word, and a couple are gonna stop by next week.” She looked preoccupied. Were they going to go back to a working relationship and pretend nothing happened between them? That may work for awhile, but he’d never be able to forget. Could she?

  “You finished for the day?”

  She ignored his pointless small talk. “Did Conner talk to you? Tell you anything about me?”

  He thought about it. Should he play dumb or keep things honest between them? “I wouldn’t have come to your place if he hadn’t.”

  “Shit!” She spun around, raking her hands through her hair. “I knew it! You came looking for one thing. Who else knows? Don’t tell me the whole ranch’s been talking about it.”

  He remained calm. The interior of the barn was dim now, most of the ranch hands off for the night. Trevor was always the last to leave for the evening, due to his responsibility as foreman. “Nobody knows.” He almost whispered as he approached her. “I don’t plan on telling a soul, darlin’.”

  “Good. Keep it that way.”

  “I will. I don’t plan on sharing you.” Once close enough, he ducked his head and nuzzled her neck, pulling her closer with an arm around the waist. She needed to let go and admit she wanted this as much as he did.

  She didn’t pull away, but whispered against his hair, “Why are you doing this to me, foreman?”

  “Say my name.”

  “No.”

  “Remember what I did to you with my tongue? I’ll suck your sweet little pussy right here. Anything you want, say the word.” He nipped her earlobe, making her shudder. “Say my name.”

  “Trevor, don’t do this. I can’t handle being one of your flings.” Was she one of his flings? He never stayed with one woman because he either lost interest or declared himself too young to settle down. He didn’t mess with women looking for a serious relationship to start with. Trevor wasn’t sure what Jenna wanted, but she was far different from his other women.

  “I want you so bad, sweet thing.” When he pulled back, he saw her eyes closed, her lips parted. “Tell me you want my cock.”

  “So help me, cowboy, you better not speak one word of this to anyone.” With that, she pulled off her heavy flannel shirt and unclasped her sports bra. This was a wicked fantasy that he wouldn’t let slip away.

  He didn’t answer her, just dropped down to her luscious breasts, the ones he hadn’t stopped fantasizing about. He rubbed his cheeks against the billowy fullness before suckling one of her nipples like a starved infant. It would take him a lifetime before he had his fill of Jenna. He dropped down to one knee, kissing her flat stomach. She held his head in place.

  Blindly, he unbuttoned and unzipped her Levi’s, and tugged them down her rounded hips. He kissed down her stomach before lapping at her clit. She nearly toppled over before suddenly stabilizing.

  Jenna gasped. “What the—”

  He glanced up to see a dark shadow towering behind Jenna, holding her upright. Conner’s hands snaked around her and cupped her breasts. His large hands barely contained her flesh. He’d never shared a woman with Conner, but he wasn’t new to ménage sex.

  “You’re fucking soft,” Conner grated. Rather than bolt and throw a fit, Jenna leaned her head back against his chest. If she was willing to share herself, who would lead this party? Trevor was used to being the one in control, directing the action. It didn’t have to be spoken that he held rank on the farm. When he’d shared Grace with three other cowboys, it was him alone that orchestrated the party. Conner wasn’t your typical ranch hand. He’d never listen to a command from Trevor in a sex game. It was hard enough to get him to follow orders when they worked together.

  “What am I doing?” she mumbled to herself.

  “You’re being a good girl,” said Conner, spinning her around. “Now undo my belt and grab my cock.”

  Okay, the guy had balls.

  * * * *

  Jenna felt immersed in an erotic fog. Being so exposed in the large, open barn, Trevor teasing her with his skilled tongue, and then a new hard body behind her, was a wicked combination. She hadn’t stopped thinking of Conner all day. He’d looked so damn sexy when he stopped her earlier. Even more. An odd bond had cemented between them because of their past experiences. She had wanted to let go and allow him to lead her into his world of naughty pleasures, but she kept her pride and ran away before she did something she’d regret.

  She was already beyond resisting Trevor. It was only a matter of time until she gave in to him again after what she knew he could do to her. She craved more kisses, to feel his hard, muscled body, and reach the beautiful peak he brought her to so effortlessly.

  Now both her fantasy men, the two that knew her true identity, were sharing her nude body. The multitude of sensations flowing through every inch of her flesh made her pliant and eager. She knew all about their ménage encounters, even with Grace. She’d seen the marks on the other woman’s body when she’d changed and knew they were from the Wagner cowboys, but kept her mouth shut. Would they be rough with her, too? Leave marks on her flesh from their powerful lovemaking? Her pussy wept just contemplating the idea.

  Her mind was a jumble. Jenna didn’t want to be a number, one of their loose women. She didn’t know what she wanted. Part of her craved to give in and allow these men to love her, shelter her, and never let her go. Another part insisted on remaining independent, strong, safe from any emotional attachment. It was a whirlwind of emotion playing in her head at the same time as her body was heating deliciously.

  The consequences tomorrow would be substantial. Fucking two of the crew would make working the farm nearly impossible. They wouldn’t be able to keep their mouths shut, and soon every cowboy would be after her. But right now all she could do was comply. She unbuckled Conner and reached in his boxers. His cock was already fully erect, hard, and almost hot. She wrapped her hand around his length, her fingers unable to meet. If she thought Trevor was huge, this guy was too big to be holy. Jenna anticipated him penetrating her with both apprehension and excitement.

  “Now I want your mouth around me. Get on your knees.”

  She obeyed like a robot, not because he commanded it, but because she desperately needed to taste him. What would a real man taste like? Conner was all male, and his deep voice giving her orders sent a violent thrill through her that had her pussy pulsing in deep, desperate waves. His aura was all dominance and confidence, lulling her into submission.

  Jenna bent down to her knees and tested his cock with the tip of her tongue. She wasn’t sure what to do, but acted on impulse. His cock was soft like silk on her tongue but hard and unforgiving as she took several inches into her mouth.

  “Suck it,” Conner commanded. “Deeper.”

  She did as ordered, sucking his cock. As she took more of his impossible length down her throat, she began to gag as his cock filled her mouth, and she had to pull away.

  “Did I tell you to stop? If you want this to work, you have to do as you’re told.”

  He stroked his cock, which fascinated her, calming her irritation at his comment. She wasn’t used to doing as she was told. The idea of giving up control and trusting another person to not hurt her was tempting. Deep down, she knew she needed to hand over power to eliminate the fears caused by her rapist. He had stolen
her control without permission. He took her innocence in a brutal way—along with it her trust, her security, everything pure within her.

  “It’s too big to suck,” she said.

  Conner grabbed both her upper arms and tugged her up against his chest, looking down on her. “We should set some ground rules.” He gave her a firm squeeze as if warning her to obey. She almost laughed, but played along. “Do as you’re told, don’t ask questions, and I guarantee you’ll have the best night of your life.”

  She nodded.

  “Say, yes, master.” His dark eyes were black orbs in the dim interior of the barn.

  “Fuck you.” She twisted out of his grip, landing in Trevor’s embrace. He’d taken off his shirt, and his skin against hers sizzled against her bare breasts. “I’m not doing this, Trevor!”

  Conner had to be out of his mind. Master? That would be the day. She was slave to no man. The only master of her body was her. The mere idea of lowering herself to boost some deranged cowboy’s ego was bullshit.

  “Give it a try, darlin’. You never know unless you try.” Trevor, too? She was outnumbered and wondering why she agreed to this sex party at all.

  “You want me to call him master? Is that how you think of me?” Jenna tugged her jeans up and covered her breasts with crossed arms as her lusty haze lifted.

  Conner’s deep voice slithered up her spine like phantom fingertips. “There’s nothing wrong with submitting, Jenna. It can be liberating. You’ll learn to enjoy it.” He pulled the elastic from her hair, which then fanned down over her back in a soft sweep. “It’s not about control. It’s about trust, letting go.”

  She exhaled and refocused. Maybe she was being too hasty. There was a growing portion of the population that was into BDSM, so it couldn’t be all bad. Her friend Kylie, who worked in town, had been in such a relationship in the past and had enjoyed it, tempted to return to the lifestyle even after the breakup. Conner was all male. If dominance had a face, it was his. But she was no wilting flower—she ate cowboys for breakfast and sent them running for cover when they pissed her off.

  “Not a word,” she said.

  “Of course not. This is between the three of us,” Conner promised. Then he hoisted her up into his arms as if she weighed ten pounds. He carried her to the branding table, a thick slab of solid wood, and set her on it. She wiggled back, her legs dangling over the edge at the knees. The breeze sweeping in from the open bay doors was still warm, but had a hint of evening chill which made her nipples pebble. The remnants of daylight faded quickly. Her eyes had difficulty adjusting, and she couldn’t monitor the movements of both men. The landscape beyond the barn was a black void closing in on them.

  The strike of a match caught her attention. She watched as Trevor lit an oil lantern, which offered a warm glow to a small bubble of space. The lines and curves of his body were accentuated by shadows. He returned to her, standing between her legs and spreading her arms wide. His hands were like shackles around her wrists.

  “You look gorgeous, darlin’.” Trevor kissed her temple and trailed kisses along her jawline. She closed her eyes as his soft lips calmed her. He radiated a quiet energy that pulled down her barriers.

  She wanted to reach up and smooth her hands over his shoulders, but he continued to hold her still. Conner chucked his shirt. His body was brutally masculine, making her folds moisten. The lamplight glimmered off the little silver loops through his nipples. Her curiosity was piqued.

  “You like?” Conner moved to her side. She had the overwhelming urge to tongue-play with those hoops. His chest was chiseled, and those tats made him a forbidden fruit she had to taste.

  She nodded.

  “Let her touch me.” Trevor complied and released her wrists. She didn’t hesitate to bring her hands up, landing one palm on Trevor’s broad shoulder, the other over Conner’s hard pec. Her eyes lolled back in her head as their masculine heat invaded her, making her lust-drunk and hungry. She ran her hands over their smooth, warm flesh. They stood solid, like unmovable mountains. These two strong cowboys were controlling her, possessing her—but she had power, too. She chose to play along and knew they were as desperate to fuck her as she was to feel them filling her.

  “I’m going to suck your pussy, but you’re not allowed to come. Understand?”

  Again, keeping her promise to stay quiet, she nodded. Her entire body tingled as she anticipated what Conner had planned for her.

  “Lean back.” He spread her legs as she dropped down to her back over the thick wooden utility table. Trevor was beside her now, painting a trail along her collarbone with his tongue. When he latched on to her sensitive breast, she arched up. Conner was in position and clamped down over her cunt. She moaned, not even attempting to hold back. Tonight was about her deepest, darkest fantasies. About letting go. Conner ate her as if she were his last meal, more intense than Trevor had been. He wouldn’t allow her a respite, and she felt an overwhelming buildup of erotic pressure that she couldn’t handle. His goatee brushed her sensitive folds with a mix of pain and pleasure. If he didn’t stop, her body would explode against his wish, and for some reason she wanted to do as she was told, wanted him to approve and be proud of her.

  “I can’t…” How did he expect her to hang on when he was so damn good with his tongue? She grabbed Trevor’s bicep and squeezed. With her other hand she fisted her hand into Conner’s hair, willing him to let her breathe for just a second.

  When he pulled up, his eyes were glazed over. A feral look flitted through his gaze, and her breathing hitched. God, she wanted him to punish her, to bring her into his world, the one she saw when he looked at her with such intensity.

  “You cold, darlin’?” asked Trevor, pulling her back into a sitting position. She shook her head, still unwilling and unable to speak. Conner had brought her to the very edge and left her hanging. Her body was hot-wired and ripe.

  Chapter Nine

  Conner felt the beast clawing to get out and knew he had to rein it in. He didn’t want to scare Jenna off when they just got started. The fact she agreed at all was beyond his expectations. He’d never shared a woman before because control was everything to him. If he had to include another man, it would be Trevor. They shared Jenna’s secret, and he respected Trevor more than the other ranch hands. On the fields, they worked well as a team, getting the job done with little verbal communication, both sensing the other’s actions before they made a move. The greenhorns these days didn’t have the same work ethic.

  “I need to see her tied down to this table,” said Conner. He didn’t have to say more. Trevor stepped away to collect a coil of thin yellow rope. Conner removed his boots and pants. He helped Jenna to her back and spread her legs. Her pussy was swollen and moist, and he couldn’t wait to get inside her.

  Trevor pulled her arms straight above her head, her breasts stretching out temptingly. He secured her wrists as if he’d done this before. Conner raised an eyebrow, but Trevor only winked and continued binding Jenna to the slab of wood.

  Conner bound her by the knees, rather than the ankles. He wanted her stretched wide and fully exposed. Being in the open barn, rather than his private cabin, added to the sex appeal of what they were doing. Jenna, tied down and submissive, was his ultimate fantasy. “You ready for my cock? I’m liable to break a little thing like you.”

  “I don’t care.” She writhed, arching her pelvis up and tugging at her binds.

  With her cunt at the edge of the table, he stood between her legs. Even in the dim lighting, her pussy glistened. He pressed the tip of his cock at her entrance, unsure if he’d be able to fuck her without hurting her. When she winced, he pulled back. “Trev, where’s that trunk of yours?”

  He knew Trevor and his lackeys had a treasure trove of sex toys hidden somewhere in the barn. “I’ll grab it.” Trevor bounded off into the dark interior of the barn.

  “Just you and me for a minute, Jenna.” Conner leaned over and laid one kiss over her clit. Then he trailed individual
kisses up her stomach toward her breasts. Never had he been with such a full-bosomed woman. He massaged her tits, watching her squirm. When her eyes rolled closed, he pinched her nipples, hard. Her eyes shot open as she gasped. “You like that?”

  “No. You’re hurting me!” She pulled too hard at the rope around her wrists.

  “You like it. Now, stop struggling or you’ll rub your wrists raw.” He wasn’t an asshole. He just knew his women well, and that look in her eyes told him all he needed to know. There was a fine line between sexual pleasure and pain. She’d learn in a hurry that there was nothing better, and soon she’d beg him to take her into that zone.

  He pinched her again. This time her gasp ended with a moan. She scowled at him when he smirked. “You better not hurt me, Conner.” He knew she spoke about abusing her trust, not her body.

  Against his better judgment, he leaned over and kissed her on the lips. He usually didn’t kiss on the lips. If he did, it wasn’t face-to-face like he was with Jenna. This felt intimate, personal, and new. She kissed him back as if starved for attention, and he soon lost himself to her. He even closed his eyes and focused on the feel of her plump, pink lips, her lively tongue, and sweet taste. Before he realized how much time had passed, Trevor clapped him on the back.

  Conner felt as if he were caught exposed and vulnerable because for those few minutes, he let everything go and savored the woman under him. He wasn’t sure what to think, or feel.

  “This what you wanted?” Trevor held out a tube of lube. Conner snatched it and poured a healthy dose in his palm. As he smoothed the sticky substance up and down his rigid cock, he held eye contact with Jenna. Was she as affected by their kiss?

  He slipped a hand under her ass as he positioned his lubed dick with the other. Pushing in an inch at a time was excruciating when he wanted to take her hard and fast. Conner wasn’t used to denying himself anything, especially during sex.