Tara's Revenge [Cattleman's Club 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  Instead, they discussed the silliness of their day and the gossip that had been flowing around, along with their options on the latest news in town. Then slowly, as the food dwindled, the conversation took a more sensually coded turn. Tara sipped her wine and smiled at the two men eyeing her like the dessert they’d just demolished. She knew what was coming, knew what they planned, but this was her night.

  Instead of allowing Travis to capture her shoulders with those amazing hands she knew could work the tension out of any muscle, Tara wiggled away from both of them. They were always so sweet to her, always trying to take care of her. Tonight, Tara wanted to return the favor.

  She waved both Travis and Bryant back when they would have followed, offering them nothing more than a smile as she reached for the radio. It took a few minutes to find a station playing a sensual jazz song, but once the low tones of sax began to fill the room, Tara started moving to them.

  Her hips rolled and swayed to the music as Tara allowed the rhythm as her hands began to skim over her body. She moved slowly, allowing her instincts to take hold because she’d never attempted anything like this before. Tara found her courage and her confidence fortified, though, by the way Bryant’s and Travis’s eyes tracked her every move.

  Their gaze darkened with a desire that heated the whole room and infused Tara’s motions as she began to pull her shirt free of the skirt she was wearing. Popping one button free at a time, she closed her eyes, allowing herself to feel the moment as finally her blouse fell open. Her breasts swelled, her nipples hardening against the lace of her bra as the cotton edges of her shirt brushed against the sides of her aching mounds.

  They wanted to be freed, but Tara wanted to draw the moment out. So she continued to dance, allowing the shirt to roll slowly back off her shoulders and slip down her arms, where she caught it in the crook of her elbows as she lifted her hands up to cup her breasts. She teased the harden peaks, letting the pleasure show on her expression as she savored the moment.

  Then she released them, allowing her shirt to flutter to the floor. Tara ignored it as she continued to dance, her body moving to the beat as her hands settled on the waistband of her skirt. She let her fingers linger there for a minute before allowing them to grasp the metal tab of her zipper.

  Tara eased it down with slow precision, aware of both Travis and Bryant watching her hand with a growing tension that assured her she had them hooked. Like her shirt, her skirt slouched open but caught on her hips. Tara rolled them slowly until cotton puddled at her feet and all she was left wearing were her panties and bra.

  Tara danced around in them for several minutes, feeling free in a way she never had. Free and having fun. Things grew only more exciting as she shook her breasts at them and reached back to pop the snap on her bra. It would have fallen off if she hadn’t quickly caught the lacy cups now playing peek-a-boo with her nipples.

  Both men shifted before her, and Tara could tell their hunger was growing and their patience was dwindling. So, she let the bra fall to the floor, freeing her breasts, along with her soul, as she continued to dance around.

  The radio had moved on to a faster-paced song, and her hips followed, rotating and shaking as she slid her hands down her sides until her fingers brushed against the elastic band of her panties. Tara danced closer to the pile of pillows as she allowed her fingers to slip beneath the waistband and glide over her mound to the swollen folds of her pussy.

  Finding her clit, she rolled the sensitive bud, making herself gasp and flush as her hips arched upward in a demand for more. She was hot, wet, and aching for what came next. That ache was so intensely sweet Tara didn’t want to let it go, but Bryant’s and Travis’s dark gazes warned her that their control was coming to an end.

  Tara wanted to push them right off that edge.

  So, she pulled her fingers clear of her cunt and lifted them up to her lips. Tara had never before tasted the proof of her own desire, but it didn’t matter. The tension gripping both Travis and Bryant encouraged her to lick her tongue out and drive them that much wilder. She didn’t know what held them in their places, but both men appeared glued down as they leaned forward.

  Tara took mercy on them, reaching back down to finally slip her panties free. They fell to the floor, leaving her pink folds exposed to their heated gazes. She slid her fingers back down to cover her pussy for a second before she opened herself, allowing them to watch as she rolled her clit and moaned with the pleasure.

  It wasn’t enough. She wanted more. She wanted Travis and Bryant.

  Driven by the ache to feel their hands and mouths on her, Tara stepped onto the mound of pillows. It was exhilarating being naked and ogled while they still wore all their clothes. It felt erotic and decadent, even more so as she straddled Bryant’s thighs and slid her hands into his hair, pressing his face forward against her mound as she ground her cunt up against him.

  Bryant didn’t need any encouragement to open his mouth and begin licking her pussy. Allowing his tongue to slip between her swollen folds, he slowly, steadily, began to drive her insane. Her cunt clenched and pulsed as he lapped up the thick cream beginning to coat her intimate flesh. Then he was making her squirm as he caught her clit with his lips and began to suck and roll the small, throbbing bud.

  Tara cried out, her whole body arching as the need inside of her became an ache too strong to deny. Without thought, she sank to her knees, pulling free of Bryant’s kiss so that she could grind her wet folds over the hard ridge of his erection. His hands came to grip her hips and guide her motions, even as Travis pressed in behind her.

  That quickly, Tara found herself once again trapped between the heat of their hard bodies. She felt the thick length of Travis’s naked cock pressing against the cheeks of her ass in a promise of what was to come.

  Tara was ready to be mounted, but neither man would let her off that easily. Instead, Travis buried his thick length between her rounded mounds as he slid a hand down over her trembling stomach muscles to cup her smooth mound. Then he was parting her folds, his big, thick fingers brushing over her sensitive flesh and making Tara pant as she tensed, waiting for the first brush of his callused tips against her clit.

  With her head tilted back and her eyes closed, she wasn’t prepared for the sudden feel of Bryant’s lips closing over the pebbled peak of her breast. The sharp edge of his teeth bit down over her swollen flesh, making Tara gasp with the delicious pleasure that unfurled through her. It multiplied into a sparkling shower of pure, molten bliss as Travis’s finger finally settled over her clit and began to roll the tight nub in rhythm with Bryant’s tongue on her tit.

  Between the two of them, they drove her right to the edge and then left her there as they pulled back. By then Tara was too far-gone to resist as she felt herself being pulled back onto her knees. Bryant wiggled around in front of her, quickly undoing doing his pants and freeing the long, hard length of his cock.

  Tara eyed it, hungry for a taste, and taste was what she was going to get, but not on her terms. That became clear as Travis’s hand buried itself in her hair. He tilted her head back, making her whole body arch as the thick bulge of his thighs pressed between hers. Tara widened her stance and lifted her hips, instinctively knowing what Travis wanted.

  He wanted her.

  There was no doubt about that in Tara’s mind as the flared head of his cock came to press against the entrance of her body. Her muscles relaxed, her sheath pulsing in rapturous delight as his long, thick length stretched her wide and filled her to full. Tara moaned out with the intense pleasure throbbing through her whole body as she finally felt the soft sac of his balls brush up against her.

  Travis hesitated there as Bryant rose up onto his knees, bringing the wet tip of his cock almost to her lips. Then Travis was lowering her head down over Bryant’s dick, and Tara lips parted, her tongue eagerly licking out to lap up the heady proof of his desire. It intoxicated her almost instantly, making Tara all too eager to take him deep into her mouth, as deep as
Travis let her.

  Travis’s hand tightened in her hair, forcing her to go slow and shallow as he taunted both Bryant and her. Bryant snarled, his own hands fisting by his sides, and Tara knew he was fighting with everything he had to keep from ripping her free of Travis’s hold. Tara didn’t want to go anywhere, especially not as Travis began to flex his hips.

  With a precision that left her breathless, Travis dragged the meaty length of his cock over the sensitive walls of her cunt, setting her on fire with a sizzling pleasure that had Tara moaning around Bryant’s equally thick dick. It was heaven and hell combined. She wanted more. More of Travis’s fucking. More of Bryant’s heady taste, but they denied her, forcing her endure their slow loving until Tara was twisted into a tight knot of need.

  The seconds dragged out into minutes as the sweet pressure building inside of her increased with every flex of Travis’s hips. They stayed strong and steady, just like Travis’s grip on her hair. She was held captive, servant to the whirl of lust building between the three of them until finally Bryant snapped.

  Pulling Travis’s hand free of her hair, Bryant replaced Travis’s hard grip with his own and began bouncing Tara up and down his cock with a speed that Travis quickly matched. Then they were all racing, gloriously fast and hard, toward the climax that exploded only within Tara as Travis whipped his dick free and split her ass cheeks wide.

  From one breath to the next, the sticky head of his cock was pressing up against her back entrance. Tara mewed and arched into that first deliciously thrilling thrust. Travis’s thick, sticky length stretched her muscles wide as Bryant lifted Tara’s head off his cock, giving her the room to gasp and moan as she savored every hard inch Travis fed her.

  He didn’t stop until the cheeks of her ass were snuggled tightly against her hips, and then he was pulling her up onto his lap, making her take that last little bit that sent a spider web of ecstasy racing through her. Tara’s climax imploded into a seething river of carnal lust. It boiled ever hotter as Travis forced her legs wide over his thighs, opening up her cunt to Bryant, who had risen to his knees, his cock coming hungrily against her mound.

  Then he was arching his hips, allowing the flared head of his cock to slide down over her swollen lips of her pussy. They parted, allowing him to lodge against the clenched opening of her cunt. Then he pressed inward, making Tara’s breath catch as everything inside of her seized with the most intense bliss she’d ever known.

  This was perfection.

  This was where she belonged, and Tara was never letting go. That was her last thought before they started moving. Slowly at first, but with gaining speed, Bryant and Travis passed her back and forth, their hips flexing upward as they fucked her hard, making Tara cry out and clutch at Bryant as her own hips began to join the rhythm until they were matching each other in an erotic dance that had only one outcome.

  Tara felt the release building within her. The tension ratcheted tighter and tighter until Travis’s and Bryant’s hands both latched down on her hips, holding her still as they fucked the thick lengths of their cocks deep into her body. They rode her hard, setting off an explosion that had her rippling with a wave of shudders as she screamed out with the pleasure.

  This time Bryant and Travis joined her, their guttural growls and grunts mixing with her excited squeals as everything, every single cell inside of her, lit up with a dazzling bolt of ecstasy. The joyous sensation sang through her, rushing ever faster as Bryant and Travis fucked her with a frenzy as they raced toward the final explosion. Then they were shaking and trembling, the hot flood of their seed filling her body, and Tara knew that she had done it.

  She’d done the unforgivable.

  She’d fallen in love with both of them.

  Chapter 18

  Friday, July 4th

  The chaos of the holiday sparked parties, festivals, and grill-outs that grew larger and more rowdy as the day wore on. Travis didn’t mind. He liked staying busy. Better yet, on holidays they got to double up, which meant he didn’t have to drive around alone for a change. Instead, Bryant joined him, and the two of them had fun harassing speeders and arresting drunk drivers.

  It wasn’t a bad day, but he was still looking forward to the night. That was when he’d see Tara again. Travis couldn’t wait. It was actually a little painful to be separated from her. An unpleasant sensation, it tugged at him all day, making him silently wonder what it meant.

  Had he fallen love? Or was this a really intense affair?

  He didn’t know the answer. What he did know was what her bastard of an ex-husband looked like. Travis spotted him right off as he went whizzing past Bryant and Travis’s patrol car. He was only going about three miles over the speed limit, but speeding was speeding.

  “Was that⎯“

  “Yep,” Travis cut Bryant off as he pushed the stick shift into drive and reached to flip on both the lights and the sirens before casting Bryant a quick grin. “What do you say we go make his day?”

  “The mayor isn’t going to like it,” Bryant pointed out without any real hint of conviction.

  “So?” Travis hit the gas, accelerating quickly to catch back up with the black SUV Richard was driving.

  “So, Alex isn’t going to like it.”

  The black SUV in front of them lit up with brake lights as it began to ease to the side of the road. Travis followed him onto the grass shoulder, parking the patrol car right up nearly against Richard’s bumper.

  “This is really shooting ourselves in the feet, man.”

  “Probably,” Travis agreed as he reached for the door handle. He paused to cast Bryant a quick look. “You coming?”

  “Of course.” Bryant snorted up a laugh and threw his own door open. “I wouldn’t miss this for anything.”

  Travis smirked at that and shoved his own door open. By the time he got it closed, Richard was climbing out of his SUV and turning to glare at them. The pretty boy was once again dressed in clothes way to clean and perfectly pressed. He was also too impatient to start the argument and started hollering almost immediately after his eyes rounded at the sight of Travis.

  “You? What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

  “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to step back in your car.” Travis managed to get that out in the stern voice he used to impress most people.

  Richard just shot him an angry look and continued forward. “You had no right to pull me over. I wasn’t⎯“

  “Sir, I need you to step back in your car.” Travis’s voice rose over Richard’s as he hardened his tone and settled his hands onto the waist of his gun belt.

  That had Richard stopping in his tracks, but not giving up his argument. “Oh, what now? You going to shoot me?”

  “It is procedure, sir.”

  “To shoot me?” Richard shot back, his gaze darting toward Bryant, who had come up along the other side of the patrol car.

  He was standing there, looking ready to pounce with a slight smile that made it all the harder for Travis not to laugh. This was fun. They’d finally found a use for Richard. He was good to screw with. Right now, Travis and Bryant were turning those screws tight. Travis could see it on Richard’s face.

  The man was starting to flush with his outrage, his delicate hands clenching into fists that would probably have difficulty harming a child…or Tara. That thought had Travis’s mood darkening as he remembered he had a bone to pick with Richard. The other man appeared to read the shift in Travis’s expression, and he stepped back quickly.

  “Why are you looking at me like that?” Richard asked, sounding, for the first time, something other than pissed. Travis smiled. It wasn’t a relaxed gesture.

  “This is just how I look at men who try to force themselves on women,” Travis responded with a slow drawl, letting his anger shine through. “Now, I’m only going to ask you one last time to get back in your vehicle.”

  Richard hesitated but then seemed to realize the best way out of the moment was a retreat. Finally, he turned,
storming back up to his open door and climbing into his SUV before slamming the door in a fit that clearly let the world know how ticked off he was, but Travis didn’t care.

  With a nod toward Bryant, both men started easing their way along opposite sides of the SUV. Richard rolled his window down as Travis approached, turning to meet Travis with a glare and another accusation.

  “You had no right to pull me over.”

  He was wrong about that technically, and Travis was going to have fun pointing out that fact. “Sir, do you know what speed you were going?”

  “The speed limit!” Richard spat back almost instantly.

  “Actually, three miles above the limit,” Travis corrected him with all seriousness, despite the fact that he was loving watching the other man’s knuckles go white as he clenched the steering wheel with obvious force.

  “That’s bullshit,” Richard snarled, and he wasn’t wrong.

  “Yes, it is,” Travis agreed as he rested an arm on Richard’s window sill and leaned in. He dropped his tone, ever conscious of the dash cam recording everything. “About as stupid as you thinking you are ever getting back with Tara.”

  “I knew it.” Richard smoldered as he ground out his words. “That’s none of your business.”

  “No, Tara is none of your business,” Travis countered and leaned in closer to make his point clear. “She belongs to us, so back off.”

  Richard held his stare for a long moment before snorting. “This is about the money, isn’t it?”

  “I don’t give a damn about the money.” The idea was outright insulting and betrayed Richard’s real motive. So, too, did the other man lay bare his real feelings about his ex-wife.

  “Please, let’s dispense with the lies. We both know you two could catch a better meal than Tara.” Richard glanced between Bryant and Travis, smirking in a way that made Travis’s fist ache to bury itself in Richard’s smug mug. “She’s short, fat, and boring as hell. The only thing the woman has going for her is her money…and she has a lot of it, so maybe we could work out some kind of deal.”