Cowboy Boots and Unadulterated Pleasures [Cowboy Boots 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read online

  Grabbing a few of the silk ties, he hurriedly bound her hands to the posts of the twin bed. She remembered when Colt had helped her father pick out the furniture for the bedrooms in the bunkers. He’d always insisted on various beds for each bedroom. This bunker had one bedroom with two king-size beds pushed together and two twin beds.

  She shuddered as she considered her father shopping for the furniture and wondered if he knew what toys and other goodies his operatives had stocked in each of the underground compounds. She’d known they’d housed an assortment of product, but she’d never asked. She’d had no reason to inquire. Soon after the bunkers were completed, she’d moved into the casino and the men had left for a mission overseas.

  Crue secured her arms and her legs. She looked up at him, waiting for permission to speak.

  “Are they tight enough?”

  She tried to move her hands and feet. “Yes, Sir.”

  “You are so fucking beautiful, sub.” He leaned down and kissed her lips.

  His kiss was a test and she didn’t want to try his patience. She let him guide the kiss, direct and lead them. Soon, his tongue plunged inside her mouth and the kiss turned hot and passionate. As if he’d lost himself in the moment, he lowered his forehead to hers, breaking the kiss.

  She needed him to kiss her again. She wanted him to touch her, heat her skin, and cool her needs. Moistening her lips, she eyed his cock, trying to plead with him without uttering a word.

  “Do you want to suck my cock, sub?”

  “Please, Sir,” she replied, watching as he unhooked his belt then unzipped his fly. Tugging his dick free of material, he rubbed the head across her lips.

  Her tongue darted out and she licked the tiny dot of excitement from his cockhead. Tasting him for the first time in over twelve months, she closed her eyes and savored his rich, salty flavor.

  A carnal growl hung in the balance and he thrust forward, her body bowing when he plunged between her lips without warning, a surprise in and of itself. “Suck, sub.”

  Their gazes met and held as she took him to her throat, using a deliberate suction to draw him inside her mouth. Her cheeks swelled with his size as he screwed her mouth like he might take her pussy.

  Holding on to the headboard, his muscles bulged and his expression became one of pure satisfaction. Using her tongue, she caressed his length, slurping and sipping as he allowed her to use her own oral skills to service him and bring him pleasure.

  She wanted to hold him as his cock slipped in and out of her mouth. She needed to squeeze her legs together, lock her knees so she could ease the burn deep inside her channel.

  Changing his position, he straddled her completely, placing both hands on the headboard this time. He used the furniture as he might use a weight bench, extending his arms then bending them as his body moved simultaneously with the pace he quickly established.

  Her eyelashes fluttered as she watched him watching her. His heavy sac slapped against her chin and he charged forward, yanked himself back.

  “Holy damn, I’d forgotten how good you are with your mouth.” Pressing his lips together, he stopped moving altogether. As only a disciplined man like Crue possibly could, he slowly pulled away from her lips and deserted her.

  * * * *

  “You’ll be the death of me tonight,” he said, stroking his cock as he rummaged through his selection of goodies on the table. “I’d like to reward you, sub. How can I do that? Is there something you want?”

  “Can I ask for anything, Sir?”

  His brow gathered and she could tell he was in deep thought. He carefully picked out a lubricant and condom and set the two items aside. He knew what she needed and he understood what she’d ask of him.

  “Okay, but choose cautiously, sub. If you ask for a fuck, then I probably won’t give you much more than a quick ride tonight.”

  “And a quick ride is more than all right, Sir,” she said, her pussy already clenching with need.

  As if he’d anticipated what her request might be, he ripped open the foil package and sheathed himself. At the same time, he picked up a small tube of lube and said, “I don’t think we’ll even need this. Do you?”

  She shook her head, but didn’t answer appropriately. He slapped her mound and a zap of pure feminine heat doused her cunt.

  His nostrils flared as he towered over her. Looking down on her, he moistened his lips as if he might have changed his mind. Then again, she knew better. Crue played by his self-inflicted rules. He had offered one reward—not two—and considering the blow job she’d given him, he was fully prepared to let her earn her just reward.

  Lowering his body to hers, he dipped his head and lapped at her nipple as he entered her. Working his cock deep inside her passage, he suckled her breast, thumping inside her with even beats.

  “Crue,” she rasped, her head jerking from side to side as he rammed his cock inside her.

  “Sub, remember your place,” he grated out, nipping at the side of her breast.

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, on the verge of the most exquisite pleasure.

  “Let me touch you, Sir,” she pleaded, her pussy pulsing around him.

  He grabbed one of her arms and untied her hand as he set their pace. With their fingers entwined, he raised her arm high above her head, their palms flattening against one another as he held her in place.

  Then, he dipped his hips and claimed her as a man should. He kissed her as he fucked her, working his tongue and cock in time. Entering and retreating, he kept his strokes hard and stiff, hammering inside her until he tapped the spot sure to set her off.

  “Now, sub,” he rasped, nipping at her lips with tenderness and care. “Come, baby.”

  Her mouth flew open and she cried out his name, the lone syllable dripping in passion. He rammed his dick inside her and made her feel as if she not only belonged to him but as if she would never belong to anyone else. As they came together, clinging to each other, she turned her head and looked into the camera.

  It was in that glorious moment that she finally understood the power of their connection, the strength of the commitment between them that never quite died. They were all a part of her. Whether one of them fucked her, or they all came together for a unified session of lovemaking, they were a part of her, and through them she could face whatever obstacles came her way.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “I want them out of there,” Colt said, marching to the window.

  “I thought you were okay with this,” Gabe said, standing beside him and keeping his voice low. Kemper and Brand were still reliving some old memory when Colt left them in front of the large flat screen.

  “Crue is my brother,” Colt bit out. “Of course I’m okay with this.” But he wasn’t, and the fact that it had bothered him to watch his brother taking Kelly greatly disturbed him. He looked out over Red Rock Canyon. The brilliant evening sky cast shadows on the tinted mounds before them. “Crue cares about Kelly. He’ll take care of her.”

  Gabe faced him. “Then what’s the rush, Colt? They have plenty of supplies, and they’re much safer down there than they are anywhere else.”

  “I need Crue outside. He’s of no use to the team if he’s down under watching over Kelly.”

  “He’s no use to us, but Kelly obviously knows how to make him useful.”

  Colt jerked. He faced Gabe and saw the devilment in his expression. Biting back an outright sneer, Colt said, “In the face of danger, there’s only one man I trust with one hundred percent certainty at my back. My brother is the best damned sharpshooter the Underground Unit has. After we allowed Lorenzo to walk, we’ll need Crue and probably sooner rather than later.”

  Gabe dragged his thumb across his jaw. After a deep breath, he stood taller, squaring his shoulders as if he’d made a sudden decision and wanted Colt to hear all about it. “I used to be the best shooter in the Unit and you damn well know it. I choked once, Colt. Once. We all have bad days. I’ve got your back. I’ve got every damn back in this r
oom. If I didn’t have them, I wouldn’t be a shadow on this team. You think Donovan wouldn’t have replaced me if he’d thought I’d choke again? What about Daniel? Don’t you think he’s capable of operative placement?”

  “Really?” Kemper asked, lifting his brow. “You ask that question now?”

  Gabe sneered. “Daniel still needed shooters with a steady hand.”

  “If you say so,” Kemper said.

  Colt stared into Gabe’s eyes. He saw the fire return, the determination that once drove him. At one time, he would’ve put him up against anyone, but after he slipped a year ago, Colt wasn’t willing to place his life in Gabe’s hands at this time. The team suffered the consequences and lost a fine operative because of Gabe’s mistake. They couldn’t afford to lose another team member. And Colt couldn’t stand the thought of burying another close friend or his brother.

  “You still don’t think I can carry my weight.” Resignation existed in Gabe’s bitter tone.

  Colt couldn’t blame him there. They’d all made mistakes on occasion and generally, after a costly lesson, an operative became more conscientious.

  “It’s not about whether or not you can carry your load,” Colt said, stroking the side of his face in deep thought. A long time ago, he’d thought about broaching the subject with Gabe, closing the distance between them by settling an old score and talking things out. Maybe it was time.

  “Then what is it?” Gabe asked, pressing him.

  Colt’s nostrils flared. His friend wouldn’t like what he had to say, but he would lay it all on the line anyway. He crossed his arms over his chest and took a stance few men dared to cross. “Gabe, I can and will trust you again. I did before the accident and I have since. What I won’t do is trust you when Kelly is within the perimeters we guard. You aren’t on your game when she’s in danger and you can’t protect her or any of the rest of us when she’s even remotely close. In my humble opinion, if any of us put our faith in you right now, we could end up in body bags or worse. You could get Kelly killed.”

  Gabe stilled beside him. The room fell silent behind them.

  “You’re a good one to judge,” Gabe bit out, stalking out of the room.

  Kemper and Brand, who had stopped watching the footage from Crue and Kelly’s rendezvous, suddenly jerked. They redirected their attention back to the television screen.

  Colt narrowed his gaze on the image in front of them. There wasn’t anything particularly interesting about the activity before them. Crue and Kelly slept while they watched over them.

  “If I’m wrong, you tell me I’m wrong,” Colt said. “Don’t just sit there and act like you don’t have a say in the matter. Would you want him covering you in an attack?”

  Brand sat on the edge of a round table, located between Kemper and Colt. “You asked. Here you go. Kelly is special to all of us. You want the truth about Gabe? No, he can’t handle himself when Kelly is around. He can’t handle himself when she’s in his system and unfortunately, we’ve seen this a few times. He doesn’t function during the operation and he doesn’t do well after we leave her. Fact is, Colt, neither do you.”

  “He’s right.” Kemper spoke up before Colt lit into Brand without showing a thread of mercy. “I have my opinion why that is, but I won’t go into all that. The fact is that you and Gabe are too involved on a personal level. You can’t fight without baggage, and if you can’t fight without baggage, you’re a liability to this team on this mission.”

  Colt balled his fists. He shifted his gaze between Kemper and Brand. Fury had no leverage here and he realized these two would stand their ground. Perhaps their concerns were warranted.

  Hell no. He was an operative through and through.

  “Just who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” His eyes fixated on Brand. He was the first to shake an accusing finger.

  Brand didn’t budge and Kemper didn’t make a move, either. At least he had their attention.

  “I’ve done my job. I never missed my mark. I don’t wait and there is absolutely no hesitation when it comes to pointing my weapon and pulling the trigger. Your lives are in good hands when I’m behind you or leading the way. I’ve got ya covered from the front or back and you’ve always believed in me. What changed?”

  The hurt was overshadowing the anger as he studied two men who had been more like his brothers. Kemper’s eyes softened as if he had extraordinary compassion, and that alone was telling. Kemper rarely gave a damn.

  “You fell in love,” Kemper said honestly. “Gabe fell in love.”

  “And you think Crue is exempt?” Colt asked, swinging his arm at the television set. “You and I watched the same show, bro. You don’t think he looks like a man in love?”

  Colt’s chest tightened. His head pounded with the onslaught of a raging headache, generally brought on by a spike in blood pressure. In that moment, the twinge of jealousy he’d felt earlier when he’d watched Kelly and Crue make love disintegrated.

  “No.” Brand spoke up. “He isn’t exempt by any means. But he isn’t you and he isn’t Gabe. He’s always been a smooth operator. You know this, Colt. Nothing bothers him. He’s laid-back. I’ve watched him work for years and I know, without a shadow of a doubt, he could fuck Kelly’s lights out, roll over and grab a condom in one hand and a pistol in the other, shoot an intruder, and go right at her pussy again. Nothing fazes him.”

  “Nice image,” Kemper said, smirking.

  “Really,” Colt grumbled.

  “If you want to know what I think, here it is,” Brand said, showing leadership abilities Colt never dreamt he’d possess. “I think you should—”

  The house phone next to the computer rang. Gabe reentered the room as if he were shocked to see the bright red phone ringing. Colt was relieved to have been interrupted. The few times Brand had hopped on his soapbox, he’d stepped on more than a few toes.

  “It’s Donovan,” Colt muttered.

  Kemper picked up the receiver and hit the large speaker option button at the same time. “This is Kemper. Go ahead. We’re all here.”

  “I know damn well who I have on the phone and who is in the room,” Brock Donovan said, his rage evident as he squawked in the box. “Where the hell is Daniel?”

  “He’s resting,” Colt said. “I gave him something for pain and it knocked him out.”

  “Well, Dr. Candy,” Brock drawled. “If you would please be so kind as to take him a bedpan and tell him to take a morning piss and get his sorry ass up, I’d be much obliged. Maybe with a little nudging from me, he’ll decide to lead this team.”

  “Brock, we’ve got this under control,” Colt said.

  “Like hell you do, Candy,” Brock grated out. “I’ve been watching this whole thing play out since four o’clock this morning.”

  Colt clenched his fists. Damn him. He’d known what was going down and hadn’t warned them?

  “Kind of pisses you off, doesn’t it? I couldn’t be sure how much you guys knew so I waited until the scene unfolded and, quite frankly, expected to see a murder. If Lorenzo had remained true to his normal behavior, we would’ve witnessed Daniel’s demise and the Lorenzo problem would’ve ended there. Instead, you guys had to fuck it up and send Kelly out of the city.”

  Colt’s gaze bounced around the room as he searched for the eyes in the sky. Brock laughed. “You ain’t gonna find the equipment, Colt. You’ve got a better chance of winning a high-stakes poker game.”

  “If you knew what was going down, why didn’t you alert us to the problem?” Brand asked.

  Colt’s gaze met Daniel’s as he entered the room. He dropped to the only sofa in the room as all eyes turned to him. Colt saw the broken man. He saw the gambler who’d lost everything—his job, his family, and more importantly, his self-respect.

  “Because he wanted me terminated,” Daniel said, apparently taking a minute to slowly process what he’d overheard before entering the room. “Isn’t that right, Donovan?”

  “Colt, you’re in charge,” Br
ock said, ignoring Daniel. “The US-West division is yours. You’re the only one who has the training and leadership to take the reins. Daniel can be escorted to the airport. I’ll have a private jet waiting for him tomorrow morning. I’ll send the details by e-mail. Get him out of there.

  “Brand and Kemper, I don’t know what you think you see in Colt, but I don’t look at him and see a wimp. I once had to work around the lady in my life, too, but the fact didn’t weaken me. She only made me stronger. That said, Crue doesn’t need to be underground. The four of you—five if Daniel decides to be a man and help someone other than himself—should be able to dig them out within twelve to sixteen hours. I’m faxing over some instructions to help speed along the retrieval process. We’ll have teams out there tonight to restore the unit to its original condition.”

  “Any intel on Lorenzo?” Colt asked, observing Daniel. Colt wondered what was going through his mind. Once a fearless leader, a decorated officer in the military, and later a well-respected commander in the Underground Unit, Daniel had made poor choices that cost him everything important.

  Colt would never understand him. He’d been excused one too many times. Instead of viewing his opportunities as a second chance at new life, he’d clung to his addiction, and his inability and unwillingness to walk away while he was ahead seemed a likely story for all problem gamblers.

  “We can’t discuss Lorenzo at the moment with present company in the room,” Brock said sternly.

  Brock’s final words were apparently the final nail in the coffin. Daniel rose to his feet and walked to the window. Staring out over the canyon, he said, “Tell my daughter that I’m sorry and I love her.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Everything happened in slow motion yet too quickly for anyone to stop the plan Daniel had decided to follow. Before they could reach him, Daniel had pulled the .45 from his slacks, raising the gun to his forehead as if to salute those he’d once led. Then, he secured the muzzle against his temple and shot himself.