The Private Stable [Iron Spur Ranch 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Page 9

  Ethan complied, snapping her lace panties clean off her body. His strength astounded her. He slid the head of his cock up and down her slick folds, coating himself in her abundance of moisture. Her body tensed in anticipation. She’d never had another man, and this would solidify the next stage of her life. When he pressed the first couple inches inside her, she gasped. He was so well endowed, filling her to overflowing.

  “Sweet girl,” he whispered in her ear. His breath was hot and soothing. He kissed her neck, slowly sinking that thick cock into her pussy. Deeper, deeper, deeper. Once fully seated, he stayed motionless as if savoring the moment.

  “How’s she feel?” asked Wyatt. It was odd and uniquely titillating knowing Wyatt was right beside them, watching every intimate moment. Would they take turns with her, trading places when one had their fill? Would Wyatt’s cock differ from Ethan’s?

  “Fucking tight. You have no idea.”

  Ethan pumped in and out of her pussy, slowing at first, quickly picking up a rhythm. He was an excellent lover, knowing just how hard and fast to go to take her to the next level. Wyatt grew impatient, reaching between them to squeeze her breasts, nipping her earlobe.

  “I’m going to come,” she blurted as the heat grew to a precipice.

  “Uh-uh,” said Wyatt. “It’s way too early for that.”

  Ethan pulled out, leaving her throbbing, on the verge of orgasm. Within seconds the desperation eased, but the need didn’t fade.

  Wyatt kicked off his Wranglers. He was even more cut, his muscles mature and weathered. A light sprinkling of hair traveled from his navel to a monstrous cock. She wondered if all the men working the Iron Spur Ranch were as well hung as these two.

  He traded places with Ethan, settling between her legs. Wyatt wasted no time filling her to the hilt in one fluid motion. She cried out, the intense pleasure beyond anything she’d ever experienced in the past. He worked without faltering, fucking her hard enough to rub her clit with his pubic bone with each upthrust. The springs of the bed protested, her breasts jostling wildly.

  Ethan grabbed her hand, forcing her to hold his hot, hard erection. She held it like a life preserver as Wyatt rammed into her body. Rachel couldn’t help but moan as preorgasmic bliss began to wash through her.

  “I don’t want you to come, hear me?”

  How long did Wyatt expect her to wait? She nodded to ensure he wouldn’t stop but was uncertain she could actually comply.

  “I’ll tell you when you can come, and it won’t be until after we’ve double-teamed you.”

  Double-teamed? His dirty words were her breaking point. Her body erupted in a flash of colored light, her lower body contracting violently around Wyatt’s cock.

  He pulled away as if burned.

  Chapter Nine

  Wyatt had to remember this girl was innocent, not one of the women who paid to visit the Iron Spur Ranch. Still, he couldn’t help his natural tendency to dominate during sex, to demand obedience and submission. He watched her writhe on the bed as she rode out her release alone. She was fucking beautiful, her eyes glazed over, her dark hair damp around her face.

  He’d wanted the night to last much longer, maybe forever, and to show her things she’d never known. He was the fool for thinking he could have a sexual relationship outside of the private stable. He wasn’t capable of the tenderness a woman like Rachel required. She needed to be loved, coddled, and protected from the world—things he was incapable of providing. He had questionable roots, only knowing the darker side of life since the young age of twelve. With no real family and foster homes he’d rather forget, his life was a forfeit.

  But a small part of him saw new possibilities when he looked in Rachel’s big, green eyes. He’d fed off the hope he could change, but he only proved to himself it was an impossibility.

  “You didn’t listen,” he said matter-of-factly. His cock throbbed, his balls tight and uncomfortable. But he was used to delaying gratification. With Rachel, it was that much harder.

  “Sorry,” she whispered. As her high settled, she reached for the covers. He didn’t stop her this time as she pulled them over her nudity. What was he thinking messing with her at all? Just because she had a killer body and the sweetest face he’d ever seen didn’t mean he should take her for a test drive. She was the type to be avoided, the kind who emotionally committed to the men she slept with. He could provide nothing in return.

  “Don’t be sorry, darlin’,” said Ethan. His friend was equally hard, his cock jutting out like a virile arrow. He settled down on his side next to her, cupping her face in his hand. Her fair skin against Ethan’s heavily tanned hand was a stark contrast. “You were perfect.”

  Ethan was love struck as a schoolboy. He’d taken the younger man under his wing years ago when the rest of the crew started to shun him. Wyatt had no family, so it was nice to have another person to look out for and talk to. They’d been the best of friends ever since. Now he wasn’t sure what would happen if Ethan pursued something serious with Rachel. He’d be the odd man out, the only one unable to commit. The thought of returning to his solitary life didn’t sit well with him. But he also wouldn’t deny his friend something as monumental as love and a better future than his.

  “She’s too green for me. And she doesn’t know how to listen.” It was safest to keep emotionally closed off. Conjuring up scenarios that could never be was a waste of time and energy. Wyatt tugged on his blue jeans and grabbed his smokes off the table. Without another word he broke free of the trailer and into the cool night air. He took a deep, cleansing breath, trying to get that damned girl out of his head. She was like a cancer, infecting him cell by cell.

  The sound of crickets and wind through the trees eased his burden. He was tempted to steal off into the night and find a sub willing to take some punishment. But the screen door slapped shut as Ethan joined him outside the trailer. Wyatt lit up a cigarette and took a heavy drag, not eager to talk. The pattern of smoke highlighted against the glow of the full moon. He chuckled to himself—his life was such a joke.

  “What’re you doing out here?”

  “Taking a breather.”

  “We didn’t have to stop. She could have managed another one or two orgasms tonight. Fuck, this is the second time you’ve cut me off short.” Ethan sounded frustrated, kicking at the gravel with his boot.

  “She didn’t listen.”

  “And? Who the fuck cares? We’re not in the stable, Wyatt. This is real life.”

  He turned to face Ethan, the shadows highlighting his face. “You like her.”

  His friend silenced, the crickets overpowering.

  “Don’t deny it. I know your heart beats her name, Ethan. As far as I’m concerned you can do what you like with your life. Just remember that you’ve known her for two days.”

  “Love is always a risk.”

  “Is that what it is then?”

  Ethan grumbled something under his breath as he paced the area. “I’m not a fucking kid, Wyatt. I don’t fall in love for every nice set of tits. But there’s something about her. I can’t describe it.”

  He didn’t need to explain because Wyatt felt the same thing.

  “You know nothing about her. Fuck, the girl’s full of lies. Was she even able to saddle a horse? Because I certainly doubt it. I’ve seen this before, same as you. She’s running from something, which means she’s trouble with a capital T.”

  “Then she needs saving.”

  Wyatt took another heavy drag. He was too old for this shit. Why couldn’t he keep emotionally vacant like Damien? His life would be so much less painful if he could simply function rather than feel.

  “And I suppose you’re going to play Prince Charming?” The evening air was cool against his damp skin. He stomped on his butt, careful to extinguish it completely. With the dry weather they’d been having, even a small spark could prove disastrous. He was tired of the drama. What he needed was a good night’s sleep to clear his head—something that wouldn’t be accomplish
ed with Rachel under his bunk.

  “I don’t know. Is that a problem?” There was hostility in Ethan’s tone, something rare for him. This girl was going to change everything. Unless he could put a stop to it before it got out of hand.

  Cones of light bounced in the distance. They both turned to watch. The staff were usually asleep by now, early to bed, early to rise. Two black SUVs barreled down the winding path, one after the other. The headlights extinguished, leaving only the glow from the motion-detecting lights. Damien stepped out of the first truck. He was wearing all black, so he was difficult to see once he slammed his door shut. Steel came out of the second vehicle and opened the passenger door. It didn’t surprise Wyatt to see Damien’s right-hand man. He wasn’t just ranch security, but often acted as middle-man when people wanted to talk with the boss. Damien Holt valued his time and privacy.

  “I can drive, you know!”

  Wyatt would recognize that voice anywhere. It was Isabella, the boss man’s little sister. She was back early from vacation, a blessing in disguise. Maybe she’d help him find a room for Rachel. He needed her out of sight so he could stop obsessing.

  “I won’t have you driving at this late hour,” said Damien. “Steel will bring your bags to your room for you.”

  “I don’t need Steel’s help. I’m perfectly capable.” She sounded more irritated than usual. The woman was a beauty, but none of the cowboys dared to mess with her. It was one thing that Damien was her brother, but Isabella had the mouth of a sailor and ran the ranch like a well-oiled machine.

  He used the opportunity before it passed him by. “Damien,” he called out. “You have a trailer free for the new girl?”

  The three of them turned to the darkness where he was hidden.

  “What’re you doing?” Ethan whispered harshly. “She’s staying with me!”

  Wyatt brushed his hand away when he grabbed him. He stepped out into the glow of the floodlights, his arms crossed over his bare chest.

  “You’re troubling me with this now?” Damien wasn’t impressed, but Wyatt wasn’t trying to impress him. He wanted Isabella’s interest.

  “What girl?” she asked as he expected.

  “We have a new handler, but we’re not set up for a woman on-site. Seems a sin to throw an innocent thing like her in the shark tank.”

  She flung her purse over her shoulder as she bumped past her brother. “Well, it’s a good thing I came home early then. Where is she?”

  “My trailer.”

  “There’s no way in hell I’m letting her bunk with you, cowboy. Send her to the house. I’ll talk with her when she gets there.” Isabella glared at him, Ethan, and then her brother before stomping away to the main house.

  “What’s with her?” he asked.

  Damien massaged behind his neck with one hand. “She’s pissed I cut her vacation short by two days.”

  “She is the lifeblood around here.”

  “It’s the busy season, and she knew it. Who takes a vacation at this time of year? She’s purposely trying to push my buttons,” said Damien.

  “That’s what sisters are for,” he said, not knowing from experience. He had no siblings, no parents, nothing to give him roots in the world. Drifting was all he knew until settling at the Iron Spur Ranch. Now even that meager future was uncertain.

  “Yeah, for driving a man mad.” Damien started to walk away and then stopped short, turning around. “I’m assuming you’ve both kept your hands off her. I don’t need Isabella bringing the wrath of God on me tonight any more than she has.”

  He crossed his heart with his finger. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

  His boss shook his head with a scowl. “Let’s hope.”

  * * * *

  “He’s mad at me,” said Rachel. She held the blanket tight to her chest after sitting up.

  Wyatt was still outside. Ethan couldn’t believe he’d willingly send her away, especially after everything they’d done together. His rage calmed just looking at Rachel. Maybe his friend was right. Perhaps he was rushing things.

  “He’s not mad at you. You did nothing wrong.” He passed Rachel her clothing. “Here, get dressed.”

  “Why?”

  “Wyatt’s found a place for you to stay. Well, the boss’s sister will find one for you. She’s the office manager and waiting for you in the main house.”

  She didn’t rush to dress. “Oh. Okay.”

  Ethan was still pent up, raring to go like a stud horse. Looking at Rachel with her hair draped over her milky-white shoulders set him afire all over again. If she didn’t leave soon, he’d have her on her back in no time. She began to slip on her shirt, and he helped her get her arms into the sleeves. “You’re quiet.”

  She shrugged. “I feel stupid. I don’t usually do things like this. Actually, I never have.” Rachel pulled on her pants.

  “You’re a grown woman. Nothing to be ashamed of, darlin’. Sex is a natural thing. People make it dirty.”

  Ethan had a lot of old-fashioned values passed down from his parents and grandparents, but when it came to sex, he was happily in the twenty-first century. He may not go as far as Wyatt and the other cowboys on the ranch, but he wasn’t one to say no to a willing woman. As far as he was concerned, he was young, single, and his dick was hard half the time, so why not use it? When he found the right woman to settle down with—even better.

  They reached the doorway. She touched his back to get his attention. “Will you still be showing me the ropes tomorrow?”

  He smiled, glad she wasn’t ready to cut him loose. Ethan braced an arm next to her head and leaned close.

  “I’ll teach you everything you need to know,” he whispered. How could one woman affect him so much? They were encased in an intimate bubble of time and space. He leaned closer and kissed her on the lips. Just once. Any more and he’d be lost to her.

  “Okay…” She looked down.

  He tilted her chin up. “Why do you keep doing that? My momma always taught me to look someone in the eyes when speaking.”

  “I’m not trying to be rude,” she said.

  “I know, darlin’. But there’s a reason for everything. I wish I could get into your head and know all your secrets.” He ran the pad of his thumb over her lower lip.

  “No secrets. Not really.”

  He’d have to settle for that. Isabella was waiting for Rachel, so he’d have to wait until tomorrow to learn more about the girl getting under his skin.

  Chapter Ten

  Rachel’s nerves were frayed. She tentatively entered the house they used for their meals. Now it was dark and quiet, unlike the bustling life when a dozen cowboys shared the kitchen. She was standoffish with men, terrified of Damien, but even more afraid of meeting Isabella. With no friends due to her forced isolation, she wasn’t used to socializing. Women often looked down on her, and to be honest, she wondered if the boss’s sister was competition. She hoped she was old and just as crabby as Damien so she didn’t prove a temptation for Wyatt and Ethan.

  What am I thinking? Wyatt obviously wanted nothing to do with her. She hadn’t even seen him since he took off in a fit. She was oh for two. What was so wrong with her? He knew what she looked like without her clothes and apparently accepted her extra pounds. But he kept pushing her away, now right out of his trailer.

  Maybe she was the crazy one, dreaming of relationships and happily ever afters when no potential existed. These were sexual men. They probably screwed every woman to ever work the ranch. And they were both still very single by choice.

  She sighed as she walked deeper down the long hallway. It felt like the green mile. When a woman darted out from an open door to the right, she squealed.

  “Sorry. You must be Rachel. I’m Isabella.” She rubbed Rachel’s arm like they were old friends. It made it hard to hate her. And she wanted to. Isabella was beyond beautiful with long legs, a fit body, and thick black hair. She was everything Rachel always dreamed of being. Instead she was the exact opposite—short, fat, an
d ordinary.

  “Ethan told me to come here.”

  She motioned for Rachel to follow as she reentered the same room. “I had no idea they’d hired more handlers when I was away. I hope they weren’t too bad.” Isabella pulled the drapes closed and then sat on a Victorian-style sofa.

  “No. Everyone’s been great.”

  “Have a seat.”

  Rachel sat on a matching love seat. The room was large, keeping the same theme as the hallways. Wainscoting covered the lower half of the walls in a dark mahogany. Everything about the home screamed quality and wealth.

  “When did you arrive?”

  “Yesterday by taxi.”

  “Where did you sleep last night? Not with Wyatt?”

  She didn’t want the men to get in any trouble on account of her, regardless of the fact Wyatt had decided he’d had enough of her. “They were perfect gentlemen.”

  Isabella narrowed her eyes. Rachel noted her eyes appeared as black as Damien’s and there were other similarities such as the dark hair and defined facial features. “That doesn’t sound like any of the cowboys on our crew.” She chuckled, reaching down to unclasp her heels.

  “I’m just thankful to get the job.” But even the position was temporary. If Wyatt’s job wasn’t on the line, she doubted he’d fight for her now.

  Isabella tucked her legs up on the couch, settling in comfortably. “Sorry, I’ve had a very long day—flights, car rides, and fighting with my brother.”

  “I know how you feel. The bus ride here was half a day long. And the roundup today was even worse. I couldn’t even stand afterward.”

  She laughed, the story providing some common ground. “I’ve given up working with the horses,” said Isabella. “There’s more than enough to keep me busy in the office.”

  There was a long silence. Isabella occasionally examined her. Other times she checked her fingernails.