Sexual Affection [Contemporary Cowboys 3] (Siren Publishing LoveEdge) Page 6

  “You did?” Drina felt her face tighten. “And he wasn’t jealous?”

  “Remember how these guys think, Drina. They’ve all seen one another fucking at the club.” She shrugged. “I’m sure a few of them have watched me with Brandon, Kurt, and even Liam. It doesn’t bother me. Sex is a natural part of life.”

  Drina plucked a blade of grass and twisted it in her fingers. “So did he see you?”

  “Dallas?” Coco threw her head back and laughed. “I don’t think he did, but the chick did. She kept trying to push him away but then she’d drag him back and scream an ooh or ah!”

  “I’ll bet.” The whole image Coco painted sounded kinky as hell. “Did he—”

  “Shit, Drina, you’re talking to me here. Did he have a big cock? Oh yeah. I’m beginning to think it’s a Blazier family trait.”

  Drina didn’t offer a comment but considering what she’d seen the night before, she would tend to agree. “He says he’s a masochist.”

  “Who? Dallas?” Coco rolled her eyes. “Psht. Dallas isn’t a masochist.”

  “No, I mean Zak. And please don’t repeat that. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything.”

  “No, you shouldn’t tell things your Dominant tells you. Everything between you is sacred now, Drina.” She reached over and hugged her. “But your secret is safe with me.”

  “Yeah, I know,” Drina said, still fixated on what Coco had said about watching Dallas fuck.

  “By the way, have you talked to Gemma lately?” If a Baldini needed to change the subject, all they needed to do was mention Gemma, the troubled sister with attitude.

  “She said she wouldn’t be home tonight. She’s staying out at the Nolichucky cabin with the McDowells and some of their friends. They’re going rafting tomorrow.”

  “Sounds like a good time. She needs to be around friends. Her drinking has gotten out of hand.”

  “Her drinking is out of hand and has been for a while,” Drina said. “When things don’t go her way, she opens up a bottle and drinks it dry.”

  “I’m not around her much. She isn’t home as often as you might think. She’s been spending more and more time out at the McDowells’. I don’t think she wants you to know.”

  “Why is that?” Coco asked.

  “She thinks you disapprove.”

  “I used to disapprove of a lot of things. Life has a funny way of making a gal take a second look at certain situations.”

  “Three men in your bed did that for you, did it?”

  “You got it,” Coco said, standing and brushing off the seat of her faded blue jeans. In the distance riders approached and the sounds of hooves beating against the ground rolled over the land like an approaching thunderstorm. “Looks like your time alone with Dallas is about to start now.”

  Drina peered over her shoulder, watching as Brandon and Dallas rode out to greet them. Dallas looked like one of those die-hard cowboys in an old western movie. His broad shoulders and big arms flexed as he reined in his horse, slowing him from a gallop to a trot and down to a walk by the time they reached the river.

  As if he didn’t have a clue what was going on, Brandon said, “Drina, you’ve been keeping my woman tied up too long today.” Raw hunger existed in his gaze as he jumped off his horse and dragged Coco to him, his lips immediately assaulting hers. Brandon had never been one to show his affection. Drina couldn’t think of a particular point in time when she’d seen Brandon hold Coco’s hand, much less kiss her.

  And that kiss turned quite ravenous in a short period of time, too.

  Their lust for one another was apparent. For what seemed like minutes, Brandon and Coco made out and Drina became too aware of Dallas’s heated gaze on her as well. In fact, Coco and Brandon broke things off just in the nick of time.

  Drina had unintentionally moistened her lips. Dallas’s eyelids had grown heavy and he’d finally swung his leg across his horse and dismounted. The way he’d stalked her, Drina had been convinced.

  He’d meant to take a first kiss. He’d meant to gather her in his arms and cut straight to the chase.

  Fortunately, Brandon and Coco separated right at the perfect time. Brandon shot Dallas a quick glance and snickered. “I highly recommend you rethink your next move.”

  “Don’t worry about me, big brother. I already have permission from one. Now I just want the green light from the other.”

  * * * *

  Dallas wasn’t sure if he could do it.

  Zak had already told him how much he loved Drina, how much he wanted to be a part of her life for the rest of his life, but then he’d offered to share her. If Dallas had been in Zak’s shoes, he wasn’t sure if he could’ve been as generous.

  Drina was the epitome of a perfect woman. As Alberto Baldini’s daughter, which would’ve been a strong strike against her if Dallas and his brothers didn’t already have a few skeletons of their own, Drina hadn’t enjoyed an easy life, but her bad hand hadn’t been folded. Oh no, she’d played it out like a skilled gambler just daring Lady Luck to show her a low card in the hole.

  “So you’re a real cowboy,” Drina drawled, reclaiming the seat she’d had before he’d ridden up with Brandon.

  He laughed, released his reins, and let old Doll Baby have her way with the field and the river. “I ride.” He gaped at those long legs and couldn’t help but think about how many different ways he could ride a woman. “If that makes me a real cowboy, then yes, I’m your man.”

  Drina drew her legs to her chest and propped her chin on her knees. “Is that a little play on words, there?”

  He narrowed his gaze, loving the growing sexual tension between them and appreciating the fact that Drina was cutting right to the chase. “I take what I’m offered.”

  “Ah,” she drawled. “And yet another play on words.”

  Dallas reached over and touched her neck, noticing the infinity emblem in the center of her collar. He’d seen the choker before Zak had given it to her and he also knew the meaning behind it. Zak was crazy about this woman, completely and totally in awe of her.

  Dallas could understand why. He’d first seen Drina a few years ago at a cookout and a friend had wanted to introduce them. He still remembered his exact words, “I’m looking to get laid, not married. That gal there would lasso a man’s body then take a real good hold of his heart. I ain’t interested in getting tied down.”

  Only now he wondered if that’s exactly what would soon happen. Zak wanted to share. What Zak didn’t know was what Dallas had only recently learned—men in committed ménage relationships often found their partners were bored when they tried to return to monogamous relationships.

  He wondered if Zak had thought this through.

  Clearing his head, Dallas fingered the jewelry, admiring the neck wearing the collar more than the exquisite piece itself. As if Drina expected a kiss, she tilted her head back. Instead of giving her what she perhaps anticipated, he traced the links flat against her neck, loving the way she shivered when he toyed with the infinity sign and touched the skin underneath the charm. “He loves you, you know.”

  “I hope so,” Drina said, watching him with eyes as green as fine emeralds.

  “And yet he plans to share you,” Dallas said, his knuckles brushing the high mounds of her breasts.

  She shivered then and her mouth fell open. That slight hitch in her breath, the feminine gasp made him horny as hell. And he couldn’t stop touching her then.

  His fingers dipped below the neckline of her shirt, caressing the soft silk of her bra cup. He was tempted to move lower, caress that perky nipple now showcasing the signs of her arousal, too, but instead, he played her game, played by her unspoken rules.

  Moistening his lips, he inched a little closer and whispered within a breath of a kiss, “If you were mine, Drina Baldini, I wouldn’t share you. I wouldn’t watch you fuck Zak or any other brother before I had you myself.”

  “Then I guess it’s a good thing I’m not yours,” she said quietly, running her ton
gue over her lips too. “Because from what I understand, you’re the man who gets to go first.”

  Her comment was as unexpected as that soulful look in her eyes, that wantonness in her voice. She pushed up from the ground and was on her feet in an instant.

  His first instinct was to follow her down to the river where she quickly collected her horse. Instead, he leaned back on his right elbow, crossed one leg over the other and just checked her out.

  “It’s odd, you know.” She petted her horse instead of leading the old mare back up the sloping hill. “Being here with you like this without Zak.”

  “He knows I’m here,” Dallas said, thinking he should’ve gotten that little tidbit out of the way long before now.

  “I thought so,” she said, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “Did he send you down here to fuck me?”

  Dallas threw his head back and laughed. “God no. Is that what you think?”

  “Why wouldn’t I think that?” She slowly pursued him then, walking carefully up the incline and releasing the horse’s reins right before she reached him. “Will I be the first one the two of you have shared?”

  “I think that’s a question for Zak.”

  “So…how does this work then?”

  Dallas used his thumb to scratch the area between his eyes. He wiggled his legs and wished like hell Zak hadn’t put him in this predicament today. He hadn’t had sex in a good month of Mondays and the last few women he’d taken to his bed didn’t hold a candle to Drina.

  “Let me guess, I need to ask Zak.” She turned then as if she might have had every intention of walking back down to the river, but Dallas took one look at her fine ass and made a pretty quick decision himself.

  Without hesitation, he rose to a seated position, locked his hand around her wrist and pulled her to his lap. “I don’t care what you ask Zak or what you tell him. He can’t dangle a carrot in front of a hungry man and then cry wolf when that man decides to pull up a chair and take a bite of what he hopes will soon become a daily meal.”

  “Is that what you think he’ll do?” She stared at his lips, acting as if she wanted the first kiss, maybe even craved it.

  “What’s that?” Dallas dragged his thumb around the shape of her mouth, contemplating the best time to assault those puckered lips, claim and brand them as his. He wanted to learn everything about her, how she tasted when the excitement was new or how she backed away from a kiss once the passion had fizzled.

  “Will he cry wolf?”

  “Depends,” Dallas said.

  “On what?”

  Dallas slowly ran his fingers between her breasts again. “On how far you’re willing to let me go.”

  “I don’t think I’m the one who decides that. Am I?”

  “You always have a choice, Drina…with me…with Zak…even with Hales.”

  “You make it sound like Hales is a faint consideration, but not really part of the overall plan.”

  “You don’t have a connection with Hales.”

  “How do you know?”

  He chuckled. “Oh I know. I picked up on body language, yours and his.”

  “Why does Zak do this?” Her face lost its color and for a minute Dallas was afraid she might cry. “I mean, he says he loves me.”

  “He loves you.”

  “Then why would he share me with you?”

  “Am I that bad?”

  “I have a feeling I don’t need to stroke your ego.”

  He let his tongue linger in the corner of his mouth as he gave her a heated look. “You walked into that one, baby.” He laced their fingers together before pushing their clasped hands against his denim-clad cock. “Trust me. My ego isn’t what I need you to stroke.”

  Chapter Seven

  They were locked in this moment, this extraordinary and telling moment. And her hand was on his dick.

  She didn’t fondle or stroke him. She didn’t dig her fingernails into the denim he wore or release his stretching zipper. Instead, she left her hand where he had placed it, on the thickest part of his pulsing shaft.

  For a split second, Drina was torn between right and wrong. She wondered if Zak might have arranged this meeting with Dallas and if so how much had he planned out from start to finish, but contemplation simply vanished when Dallas placed his hand on the back of her head and pulled her into a ravenous kiss.

  His tongue parted her lips. He thrust inside her mouth as if he already had so much familiarity, too much knowledge about how she liked to be kissed or how she might kiss him in return. He gripped her hair and pulled her head back, smothering her lips with his until she was breathless and completely incapable of making a rational decision.

  If Dallas wanted her, he could have her and that thought alone terrified her. She adored Zak. She loved him with all her heart yet here was this man, his brother, kissing her with such fervor that she wasn’t sure she could stop him if he wanted something more from her.

  “That’s it, baby,” Dallas crooned, pausing long enough to leave a trail of kisses up her cheek. “Just relax and let me have you.”

  “I…”

  Before she could say anything else, he returned to her mouth, nipping at her lips, kissing her with such indescribable hunger and profound intensity. All she could think about was fucking him, soothing that burn inside her, the burn that Zak had refused to cool. She shrugged away the thought and framed Dallas’s face with her hands, rising up to her knees and cradling his cheeks.

  He pulled back, came forward, and pulled away once again. Each time they paused, their ragged breaths rang out around them.

  “Fuck me, Drina,” Dallas said, pushing her back to the ground and coming over her.

  He topped her with his body and she locked her legs around his hips, grinding against him, dying to get close, needing to feel something more than the weakened state of unsatisfied lust, but knowing—just downright knowing—that this was precisely what Zak had arranged.

  Dallas pushed her shirt over her breasts and unhooked the front clasp of her bra. Blinding lust held her captive as he buried his face in her breasts, suckling one aroused nipple and then the other. His mouth went on tour and she arched in his arms, loving the way his lips scorched her flesh, left her hot and wet wherever they traveled. Again, he returned to her breasts. He pulled one tight bud between his teeth and looked up at her, watching her lose control, seemingly aware of just how far they would soon go.

  He cupped one breast, his thumb tweaking her nipple until pain and pleasure collided in a mix of outstanding need. Her hips shot off the ground and Dallas’s fingers were there, unsnapping her jeans, unzipping the front, and pulling her panties down low enough to wedge his hand between her undergarment and her pussy.

  She gasped, understanding if he touched her intimately, if he fingered her, then she would be lost in an abyss of desire that would undoubtedly lead to a grand finale, complete satisfaction. He kissed her belly and inched lower. At the same time, he twisted her nipple and a silent scream fell from her lips as shards of arousing pain shot through her breast and left her gasping for air.

  He thrust his fingers inside her then, rising over her and watching as she writhed under the pressure. “That’s it, Drina. Squeeze my fingers like you’ll ride my cock, baby.”

  He pushed inside her again. This time he lodged three fingers inside her while his pinky stroked the delicate skin right below her entrance.

  Her head rolled from side to side. She’d never known such forbidden pleasure, such inexplicable desire.

  Dallas thrust again and this time, he lowered his mouth to hers and whispered, “I’m going to fuck you with my fingers until you come, Drina.”

  She shook her head. “I…can’t.”

  “You can,” he whispered, nipping at her lips before lowering his head to her breasts again. His arm pumped in rapid succession. He drove those firm digits higher and higher as he finger-fucked her into incredible madness.

  She flattened her feet on the ground and hauled her body up
and away from the grass, pumping her hips faster and faster. He delivered thrust after thrust, a pause here or there to tease her, to make her work for the finale, to make her long for completion.

  He bit her nipple, playfully nipping at the underside of her full breast before lowering his head to her ribs and stomach, going lower and settling between her legs. He never stopped long enough to make her think he would do anything more than finger fuck her into a satisfying orgasm.

  “Dallas.” Her hands were fussing with his hair now.

  “Tell me,” he crooned, kissing the skin right above the area where her snapped jeans had gathered. His tongue swiped back and forth. He lifted his gaze and stared at her with pure mischief in his eyes. “I need to hear you say it.”

  “Let me come,” she whispered, admiring the dark and lazy look in his eyes, the temptation, the lust, and all the things he represented.

  Dallas was trouble. And she would lose a large piece of herself to him just as she’d already willingly given herself to Zak, to the man who’d excitedly told her that he wanted to watch her fuck his brother.

  As if Dallas sensed her pulling away from him, he slowed his hand. His fingers stayed locked inside her cunt, but he didn’t move them. He watched her then as if he expected her to tell him to stop. And while she wouldn’t let him go down on her, they had come too far to turn back now. She’d known heightened lust, desire in the nth degree.

  He moistened his lips, totally in tune with her and apparently okay with her calling the shots, even if those shots were never spoken. She shoved her hips up and he thrust inside her with one hard jolt then another, driving his fingers still deeper. “Come, Drina. Let me bring you pleasure.”

  She raked her fingers over her nipples then, watching as raw male hunger settled in his eyes as he pinned his gaze to her breasts. That’s when it was all over and yet still set to begin.

  Dallas threw his left arm over her head and pulled her hair, yanking her head back so she would stare into his eyes as he finished her. And he wasted no time in bringing her satisfaction. Three hard strokes sent her spinning. He wedged his hand between her cunt and her panties and forced his fingers in and out of her pussy at such a rapid pace that all she could do was let her climax have her.