Eight Seconds to Fly, page 17
I swallowed hard and nodded. “Sure. That would be good.”
He tipped his hat and shut the door softly behind him. Dylan stood beside me. “You know, if I were gay, I think I might lust after that asshole too.” His arm shot out and snaked around my waist. “Unfortunately I’m not, but I am definitely in lust right now.”
With that, he swung me up into his arms and walked me the few steps to the bed. “Tessa May, prepare to be loved on until you can’t see straight.”
Frankie cleared his throat and he picked up his hat. “I’ll just…”
Dylan’s eyes snapped up. “Where are you going? This is a two person job.”
My eyes got real wide and Dylan’s grin got even more sinful. He leaned close, kissing the corner of my mouth. “Better hold on, cowgirl, because this is going to be one hell of a ride.”
Lust spread from my core to my limbs as my body began to burn up. “Well, yee fucking haw.”
19
The only light in the room was coming from the muted television screen. It cast us all in an eerie blue light, but when Dylan’s mouth pressed into mine, something came over me. Something hot and wild, and I kissed him back with a heat I didn’t know I possessed. He groaned into my mouth, burying his hands in my hair so he could tilt my head and kiss me deeper. We were still standing before the bed, but instead of dropping me, he just gripped me to his body harder.
When Frankie stepped up behind us, his hands gripping my hips and his lips on my neck, I moaned loudly. Yes.
“We are gonna go slow,” he murmured. “You feel uncomfortable, you say stop and this whole thing stops.”
The specter of Junior and what he did hung between us. I wanted him exorcised. I wanted him gone from my mind. So I swallowed hard. “No missionary. I don’t want to feel trapped.”
The solemn look on Dylan’s face threatened to chase away the high that I was on, but he just nodded, and started peeling my clothes off. “You got it. Watching you ride makes me fucking hard as a rock anyway. I imagine what it would look like if it was my cock you were riding instead.”
Dear. Fucking. God.
I unbuckled my jeans and clawed at them with furious hands. I wanted to be naked now. Frankie chuckled and pushed away my hands. “I got you, Querida.” His fingers hooked around my jeans and slowly moved them down with aggravatingly slow hands. He dropped to his knees so he could lift my feet and move my tight jeans out of the way. Then he lifted his hands and did the same with my underwear, peeling them over my ass.
I felt his lips on my asscheek, and then his teeth as he bit the soft curve there. He was muttering an ode in Portuguese to my ass, and I would have laughed if I wasn't already panting. Dylan had me out of my tank top, and he slumped back on the bed, watching Frankie’s grand reveal like it was Christmas. He hissed as Frankie’s hand wrapped around my inner thigh, his pinky finger brushing the wet folds of my pussy, but only briefly.
Frankie was a goddamn tease. His hands ran over the back of my knees, and finally my panties were pooled around my feet and I kicked them away. Frankie made a happy hum from where he knelt behind me. His hand slid up to my lower back, and he pushed gently. “Bend over, Gatinha. I need to taste.”
My knees wobbled at his words, and Dylan leapt forward to kiss me. Frankie ran his tongue up the backs of my thighs, pushing my knees wide. He groaned a pained sound. “Fuck me,” he whispered.
Then his tongue was darting along my slick folds, and he stroked his clever tongue across my clit.
I moaned into Dylan’s mouth as he divested me of my bra with practiced ease. He buried his face in my cleavage and sighed happily. The rough scrape of his stubble brushed against my nipple and I sucked in a breath, pushing back against Frankie’s face. And when Dylan took my nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, at the same time Frankie thrust his tongue inside me, I worried I got myself in over my head. The pleasure they were ringing from my body was going to be too much and I was going to shatter into a million pieces.
I steadied myself on Dylan’s shoulders as Frankie swirled his tongue in a way that was definitely illegal. Dylan moved to the other nipple, sliding a hand down the side of my body, and tracing the crease of my thigh to my pussy. Oh shit.
When his fingers brushed against my clit, I came so hard I couldn’t stop the small scream that left my lips, pushing back harder into Frankie’s face. He happily took it, eating me like he was addicted to the taste. Dylan caught my lips and muffled my cries as my body shook with the force of my orgasm.
I collapsed against Dylan’s body, and he laughed. “Uh, uh, Baby Girl. We’ve only just begun. Turn around, look at your boy. Look how happy he is to have his face covered in your juices.” My core clenched again at Dylan’s filthy words, but I did what he asked, turning to look at Frankie, his face shining in the dull light of the television. He was naked and I sucked in a breath. He was glorious. So fucking sexy it almost hurt to stare at him for too long. He reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling me tight against his skin, and I felt like we were both on fire. His cock stood at attention, poking my stomach. He kissed me and I tasted myself on his lips, his tongue dancing with mine as he devoured this set of lips with the same prowess as he had the other. I reached up and wrapped my hand around his cock, and he hissed a breath. I stroked up and down slowly, and he broke the kiss to breathe hard.
He swore in Portuguese, and grabbed my hand. “I’m not going to last if you do that.” He backed me back up toward the bed. I looked over my shoulder, and at some point in the last thirty seconds, Dylan had lost his clothes with such speed it was like they evaporated from his body. He was fucking beautiful, his pale skin making him look like a marble statue. Marble and bronze. Goddamn perfection.
He crooked a finger at me and I climbed onto his body, sliding my aching core over his rigid cock. He groaned, and grabbed my hips. “Spin. I want to watch this glorious ass riding my cock.” Steadying me as I turned on his abs, he gripped my ass and squeezed, making a happy oomph sound that made me grin.
Frankie threw a couple of condoms in Dylan’s direction and then grabbed my shoulders, pulling me forward a bit so he could kiss me again. “Ugh, I will never get enough of kissing you,” he whispered, kissing his way along my jaw. I felt Dylan sliding the condom on, his knuckle brushing my ass. Finally his hands gripped my hips and he lifted me up, one of his hands slid down to grab his cock, holding it steady as I slid down onto his hard length.
“Oh shit,” he whispered, and I could only moan my agreement as I sunk further onto his dick until he was buried deep. The burning stretch was so damn good my eyelids fluttered, and when his hands guided me up his cock again, only to slam me back down, I couldn’t contain my moan.
Frankie looked down at me, the heat in his eyes searing. “Mmm, quiet Gatinha. Wouldn’t want to wake the neighbors.”
Beau’s words about him stroking his cock to the noises next door had heat rushing to my face and wetness coating my thighs and Dylan’s groin. “Maybe she needs something else to do with her mouth,” Dylan panted. “Damn, Baby Girl, you feel perfect. So damn perfect.” He lifted my hips up and then thrust up to meet me, and I swear my eyes rolled so far back I saw my ancestors. “You concentrate on your boy, and I’ll make you feel good.”
God yes. I reached out and grabbed Frankie’s hips, pulling him closer. I ran my hands down the smooth lines of his abs. I thanked god that I decided to be a bull rider which meant I had great core muscles and balance as I propped one hand on his hip and wrapped the other around his cock, moisture already pooling on its tip. When I slid him past my lips his whole body shuddered and I smiled. Well, as much as I could smile with a mouth full of cock. I suctioned my lips around his dick and slid him as far as I could until I hit my gag reflex. Then I slid him back out and then down again, his groans like music to my ears. His hips bucked in time, and before too long he held my cheeks as he slid in and out of my mouth in time with Dylan’s thrust until I was a groaning mess. Suspended between them, my body wringing pleasure from theirs until we were a writhing mass of hedonism.
“Tessa,” Frankie groaned. “God, Querida. Eu te amo. I’m going to come.” He pulled out and came over my neck and breasts in hot spurts, his head thrown back as he groaned out my name. Dylan pounded into me earnestly, his dick hitting all the right spots over and over until my second, -or was it third?- orgasm of the night had me screaming his name. I clenched around him hard, and he slammed upwards as he came with ragged thrusts. He held me still as he filled me, his groans a symphony.
Dylan’s body went lax, and I collapsed forward, his cock slipping from my body. I panted, trying to catch my breath.
“Holy hell,” I groaned, trying to not let the cum dripping from my body get on the bed sheets. The cleaners didn’t need that. Frankie pulled me to my feet, and swept me up into his arms. “Come on, beautiful. Let’s get you clean so I can dirty you up again.”
Dylan laughed from where he was still panting on the bed, his body glistening with sweat. “Have fun.”
Frankie was a man of his word. He’d cleaned me up and then fucked me into the shower wall until I didn’t know my own name.
A girl could really, really get used to this.
20
Looking Branch and Beau in the eye the next morning sent my face redder than a baboon's butt. Beau gave me a knowing look and a wink. Branch looked like he wanted to tie me to a bed somewhere and make me forget every other dick except his.
Thanks to some kind of divine intervention, no one mentioned it though. We went to a diner for breakfast, and made the waitress almost swallow her tongue at the sight of them. We all ate too much and talked about the coming day. Branch had a thing with the promoters, Beau wanted to pick up some more supplies and Frankie was going to see his cousin up in Denver.
That left me with Dylan, and the excited look in his eyes had me both excited and nervous. I hadn’t spent a lot of time alone with Dylan, and he was right. I did have a long and complex history with the other three guys. Dylan was a fresh start, more like building a relationship from the very beginning rather than adding a new facet to an old friendship. It made me nervous that I’d screw it up.
When I’d asked what I should wear on our first date, he’d said I should put on sneakers and whatever else I was comfortable in.
So I was dressed in an oversized Rolling Stones t-shirt that I’d stolen from Frankie years ago but was my favorite, a pair of yoga pants, a WBRP ballcap and my nikes. I looked like I was one pumpkin spice latte away from being a basic bitch.
Beau shook his head. “I can’t take you seriously without your hat, Nugget. You’ve worn a Stetson every day since you were four. You look like you should still be in high school or something dressed like that.”
I pointed my fork at him. “Pretty sure that makes you a pervert, Beau Larkin.”
He waggled his eyebrows and I couldn’t help but laugh. Branch had his arm along the back of the booth and me tucked tightly into his side. Frankie's hand was on my thigh as he spooned his eggs into his mouth with the other.
The elderly waitress noticed the position of their hands, because not much got past a good waitress, and her eyes nearly bugged out of her head. I resisted the urge to shift out of their hold so she wouldn’t think I was some kind of whore.
Then I decided it didn’t fucking matter what anyone else thought, and ignored her scandalised looks as she refilled everyone’s coffee but mine. Sorry lady, but more caffeine wasn’t going to make any difference to my promiscuity. Well, I guess I’d have more energy for mass orgies and shit, so maybe it did.
When we left, I dropped a twenty on the table for her anyway. Kill them with kindness, that’s what Branch’s mom had always told me. It was hard to be a bigot when you were in their face and giving them compliments instead of venom. It reflected their own ugliness back at them like a mirror. I wasn’t sure that was true, but I’d followed the principle for most of my life. Well, most of the time. I was only human and there were a lot of seriously stupid people out there.
Frankie’s cousin Lucia stopped by the hotel to pick up Frankie, three of her five kids in the back of her minivan, and I waved. I like Lucia and her family, but visiting her house was like going into a fun house of savages. They were cute but the last time I was there, her third oldest had bit me. Frankie still thought it was hilarious. So I was happy enough to wave them goodbye, and I swear the biter kid eyed me like Hannibal Lector.
Branch and Beau headed into Denver and that just left me and Dylan. I handed him the keys to my truck and he held the door open as I climbed into the passenger seat. I was actually really excited. “Are you going to tell me where we are going yet?”
He shook his head and laughed. “Nope.”
Dylan drove us out of the suburban areas into the foothills of the Rocky Mountains. Houses got fewer and further in between and I sang along to classic rock songs. We talked about bull riding, because honestly, what else would we talk about, and he told me he got started riding broncs but he liked the thrill of riding bulls. He started young, hell we all started young, on his family's horse ranch. It was such a familiar story, one you heard time and time again on the circuit. I guess we were a special breed, some would say devoid of the good sense God gave us, but I didn’t care. I loved it.
“What about you? How’d you get started? Do you remember your first ride?” My heart seized in my chest as I remembered that day. “Yeah, I remember. It was like flying. Finally being free. I had to sneak and do it, convinced some poor kid to sign up in my place. Branch knew, or was at least suspicious. And Beau was my ropeman, but he didn’t know it at the time. When I wiped out, you should have seen their faces. I was pretty sure Branch wanted to strangle me.” I didn’t expand on what happened afterwards. I didn’t want to ruin the day. So much happiness and sadness was rolled up in my memories of that day.
“You guys were good friends back then, hey?” I hesitated. We were closer than friends, we’d grown up basically as siblings until we hit puberty. Then Branch had been a teenage asshole and Beau had become someone I dreamed about kissing instead of pushing in the mud. I guess, if I looked back, we were bonded. We fought with each other as much as we had each other's backs. “Yeah, I guess you could say that. We didn’t always get on, especially when the guys had girlfriends. But we were fiercely loyal. I punched Luanne Schmidt when she’d called Beau a bastard whose mama didn’t even want him. Broke my thumb too.” I grinned at the memory. It was worth it. No one talked that way about my Beau, even if he had been dating Luanne’s best friend Tina and hadn’t talked to me in a month because Tina said he wasn’t allowed. “Branch once got suspended from high school for punching the quarterback in the face when he said he would nail me in the bathroom for a bet, but he wasn’t gay and didn’t fuck boys.” I shook my head. Branch had told me that it was my fault James McCoy had said that about me because I was always running around in boots and dirty jeans instead of dresses like the other girls. I told him if he wanted to get under a skirt, than half the cheerleading team wanted to fuck him, so he could get the hell out of my face. “Branch and I had an explosive kind of friendship, and Beau was always the mediator. Always the buffer between our two hot heads. They made my childhood something worth remembering anyway,” I said to Dylan back in the present.
“You love them?”
I sucked in a deep breath. “I did, once upon a time. It's been a long time since I’d seen them up until a few weeks ago. But they’re ingrained in me deep. So yeah, I guess I do.” I turned and looked at his profile, trying to judge what he was thinking. “But I love Frankie too. I’ve put myself in a position to break my own heart and I don’t know what to do about it. Because I really, really like you too, Dylan. You know that right?”
He gave me a huge smile; it lit up his face and knocked the air from my lungs. “Yeah, I know. And I’ve always liked a challenge, Baby Girl. Don’t you worry. I’m not out of the running yet.” He switched his eyes back to the road. “Besides, I don’t see why you have to choose. Bull riding is lonely and dangerous. Being stomped on the head puts a few things in perspective. You see some of the wives who travel with the riders. When shit goes bad, they’re there, trying to hold it together with no support. I wouldn’t want to inflict that on any woman.” He shrugged. “Instead of going back to my hotel by myself after I got a concussion, being stuck in Fort Worth for the next month being miserable and staring at a hotel ceiling, I can travel with my girl and my best friends. Like a family, right?”
I swear, I forgot how to breathe for a moment. “Are you serious?”
He shrugged. “Sure. I’m not sure if you noticed last night, but I don’t mind sharing at all. It was hot as hell. I’m not some kind of Alpha like Branch. I think there's more than enough of your stubborn ass to keep us all on our toes.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Are you calling my ass fat?” I teased as my brain whirled.
“Hell yeah I am.” The hot look he gave me left no room for doubt that he really, really liked my butt. “I just think it’s unrealistic to assume that one person can be everything another person needs. Especially women. You guys are complex as hell. Men are simple. We want a warm body at night and to hang with the boys. With this arrangement, I get both. Sounds like the perfect solution to me.”
I shook my head, my brain whirling as I tried to comprehend what he was saying. The possibility of having them all. It was a well known fact that Branch and Beau liked to share anyway, but would that expand to include Frankie and Dylan? Would Frankie be happy sharing me, when up until a few weeks ago, he had me all to himself?
The questions were endless and I was going to drive myself insane. “You don’t think it's unfair? That I have the four of you, but you have to be monogamous to just me? Because Dylan, I don’t share.”
