Her Bareback Cowboys (11 page)

The thought of not hearing their witty exchanges and not being able to touch them at her fancy, grated her nerves. What was wrong with her? The situation with the men was no different from any of the others before them. Usually she had sex, to both party’s mutual satisfaction, then they went on with their lives. Those were the rules of the game. So why did she feel like she wanted to change the rules this time?

Maverick planted a kiss on her cheek and shook her out of her thoughts.

“Morning. Sleep well?” His eyes sparkled with mischief and Adrian giggled at his exaggerated smirk.

“Morning yourself. You know I did.” She hugged him to her but didn’t linger close to him. “Thanks for babying me last night.”

Wade led his horse closer. “Come on, guys, let’s get to work.”

Maverick glared at his friend. “What’s up with you all of a sudden?”

Wade’s gaze swept over Adrian’s body, the intensity setting her skin on fire. “I’d much rather have my cock buried in Adrian’s pussy than prance around in the mountains, and if we can’t get a move on soon, that’s exactly what I plan to do.”

Her nipples puckered at the visual Wade’s words evoked and Adrian gritted her teeth, trying to ignore the clench in her pussy. Damn the man for mirroring and voicing the thoughts she’d tried to avoid since she woke. She unclasped the camera from the tripod and folded the stand.

“Wade’s right. We only have a couple of hours of good light.” She hurried to her car before the men could see the effect Wade’s words had on her treacherous body.

* * * *

Three hours and two locations later, Adrian had to admit she was impressed. Maverick and Wade behaved better than most of the professional models she’d worked with over the years. In spite of the rigorous poses she demanded, they obeyed without hesitation and remained courteous and spontaneous until the light became too harsh to work with.

“Thank you, you were brilliant,” she said when the last photo previewed on her camera. “I’ll see you at the house.”

They helped her stow her equipment and Adrian descended from the mountain. At the house, she unloaded one tripod and a camera with a wide-angle lens and hurried to the stable.

By the time the men returned for lunch, she’d taken most of the required close-up shots of the saddles and equipment. After a quick lunch, Wade helped her move the huge lights from her car to the stable while Maverick hunted for a power cable.

An hour later, she straightened behind the tripod. “I have to check tonight, but I suspect I have enough photos to finish the presentation.”

Maverick wiggled his eyebrows. “Not tonight, honey. You have other commitments once Marie takes her leave.”

Heat suffused Adrian’s face and she checked for an imaginary speck of dust on the lens of her camera. Her pulse raced and her mouth dried at the thought of what her cowboys had planned. She took a steadying breath.

“I
have
to check the images tonight. If we need more photos, we have to repeat this exercise tomorrow.”

Wade frowned. “How long will the sorting take?”

She shrugged. “Three to four hours—at least.” She raised a trembling hand to her forehead. “I still need some photos at the creek tomorrow morning and I can’t have a late night.”

Maverick glanced at his watch. “What time do you want to start the afternoon shoot?”

“If we start at four, it gives us an hour and a half of usable light. It should be enough.” She disengaged the camera from the tripod and glanced at the men. “Why?”

Maverick shook his head. “Just asking.”

Adrian packed her equipment and with the help of the men, she loaded it into her car, ready for use later. In her mind’s eye, the dust swirled under the hooves of the horses and the men both displayed their cocky grins that would coerce any female into buying the saddles. They managed to convince her into doing much more. Oh boy, maybe she enjoyed their activities involving her a little too much.

“Adrian, doesn’t this belong to you?” Wade called from inside the stable, shaking her out of her reverie.

“I don’t think I forgot anything.” She entered the stable and stopped inside the door.

The men had strewn a blanket over the square Teff-grass bales stacked along the wall and stood hands on their hips on either side of the cloth. Their eyes twinkled and Adrian’s pulse kicked up a notch. Their intentions were clear and if she took one more step into the dusty room, she consented to the entertainment they had planned.

She walked to Wade, pulled his head closer and planted a kiss on his lips. He gathered her to him and plastered her body against his frame. Her feet dangled a foot off the floor and she clamped her legs around his hips while exploring his mouth.

When he lifted his head, both of them gulped in lungsful of air. Adrian’s body was on fire. She had to see them, taste them. After dropping her feet to the floor, she stepped away.

“Take off your clothes,” she ordered.

Both men shrugged out of their jackets and reached for their hats.

Adrian held up her hand. “You can leave your hats on.”

Wade met her gaze and smiled. “Why do I suspect we’re in the middle of playing out one of your fantasies to the tune of Joe Cocker singing?”

If he only knew how many times she’d fantasized about ordering a man to keep his hat on while she ravished his body, he’d run a mile. Now she got to double her fantasy. She salivated at the thought but kept her face stern. “Get to it, cowboy.”

Next to him, Maverick plucked the hem of his shirt from his jeans and reached for the collar to pull it over his head. Adrian wagged her finger at them before folding her arms.

“Slowly. One button at a time.”

Wade unbuttoned his shirt and Adrian’s pupils dilated. Her cheeks flamed and she rubbed her palms on her jeans as he shrugged the garment off his shoulders. Wade swallowed audibly. Damn, she was beautiful. When he popped the button on his jeans and her breath hitched, his cock hardened painfully against the constraints of his pants.

“And here we thought
we
were in charge.” His attempt at humor might have worked if his voice didn’t sound like a frog with a cold.

“Oh, you’ll get what you want, but on my terms. You had your chance to undress me and now
I
want to savor unwrapping the presents.”

Hearing her voice laden with lust increased the pressure in his pants. How could she reduce him to a hormonal teenager with one sentence? Next to him, Maverick slid his shirt off his shoulders and caught it on his elbows. He struck a bodybuilder’s pose with a silly grin on his face. His asinine friend never lost an opportunity to display his body and women usually loved it.

Adrian’s chest heaved and she ran her tongue over her lips. Nope, Maverick hadn’t lost his touch. Her lips parted slightly and she closed her eyes for a second as if in silent prayer. He wanted to ravish her mouth so bad he had to force his hands into the pockets of his pants. What made her so special that he couldn’t stop thinking about her? She was smart, sexy, funny and confident, but so were many of the women he’d had sex with before. None of them left him with an urge to explore the rest of their lives, to get to know the heart and soul of the woman he was with. He wanted to know everything about Adrian, wanted to know what angered her, what saddened her and what made her leap with joy.

“Stop, don’t move.” Her command plucked him out of his thoughts and back to the woman holding her hand out in front of her.

“Why would you want to stop now?” Maverick voiced Wade’s thoughts.

She shook her head and pointed a finger at them. “Don’t move.” With three strides, she was out of the door. Wade looked at Maverick.

He drew his shoulders up. “I have no idea.” He flipped his shirt over his shoulders and started to button it again—an uncharacteristic frown creasing his forehead.

A door banged outside. Adrian was leaving? She had them all worked up and now she was leaving? Wade picked up his own shirt from the floor and pushed his arms through the sleeves. Something must have happened for Adrian to turn tail. But what? One moment they were having fun and the next she lit out.

The stable door creaked open and the wind blew Adrian inside. A camera hung around her neck and she pulled a bale to where she’d been standing before. What the hell was she doing? They planned to have sex, which, the last time he’d checked, was not a spectator sport.

“What are you doing? I thought we were done with the photos.”

Adrian grinned at Maverick. “Can’t a girl have some fun? Relax, boys, these are just for me. Nobody else will ever see them.”

“Well shoot.” He strutted forward a few paces and crooked his eyebrow. “Seeing as everything’s bigger in Texas, I presume you want us to do a striptease for you?”

She nodded and despite his aversion to Maverick’s showmanship, Wade’s cock stirred again.

“Only if you return the favor.”

What was wrong with Maverick? He’d embarrass himself and come in his pants if Adrian were to do a striptease in front of him now. And he hadn’t done that since…well, ever.

“We’ll see.” She took her coat off, sat her delectable ass on the bale and brought the camera to her eye. “So, are you guys going to get out of your clothes or not?”

With Joe Cocker singing in her head, the men unbuttoned their shirts again and Adrian swallowed. Although leaner than Maverick’s, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from Wade’s sculpted chest. Through the viewfinder, she watched him bend to untie his boots, his abdominal muscles flexing. His shoulders rounded as he lifted his foot to tug at the boot. He hooked the lace around his finger and twirled the boot in the air before he tossed it to the side.

Maverick latched onto Wade’s shoulder to take off his boots and he swore softly when the spur caught him on the back of his hand. The camera’s motor struggled to keep up with her pace and Adrian changed the setting.

“Are you done torturing us?” Maverick pleaded.

“Not on your life.” She fiddled with the controls. Why wouldn’t the camera obey her commands all of a sudden? Adrian inhaled to calm her raging hormones and concentrate on what she was doing. Her face heated. What must the men think of her if she couldn’t even manage to operate her own equipment? At last she found the correct setting and lifted the viewfinder to her eye again.

Wade unbuttoned his jeans and she held in the shutter button. Oh hell, this was not such a good idea. As Maverick also dropped his jeans to the floor, revealing muscled thighs dotted with fine blond hair, Adrian clamped her legs together. She bit her lip to stop herself from drooling all over the body of the camera.

When they reached for the boxers to take them off, Adrian lowered the camera. No way would she risk anyone seeing naked photos of her cowboys. The thought brought her up short.
Her
cowboys? Since when did she think of them as hers?

The sight of the two cocks ready for action chased all coherent thought from her mind. She dropped the camera on a bale and sauntered over to the men, kneeling between them and crooking her fingers at them. They stepped closer, grinning.

“Who do you think is in charge here, woman?” Maverick grumbled.

“Me.” She smiled. “At least for now.”

She palmed Maverick’s balls, kneading them, testing their delicate weight in her hand. She gently scraped her fingernail across the surface and they pruned and scrambled for cover. Coaxing them out again was going to be fun. She stroked the sensitive flesh in front of his anus and his cock bobbed. Adrian salivated with need.

Wade gasped as her hand clamped around his jutting member and she flicked her tongue over the sensitive tip, tracing the outline of the mushroom shape. She took him into her mouth, moving her lips along the velvety shaft, depositing moisture along the way.

She moved her other hand and clutched Maverick’s cock, stroking in rhythm with her mouth’s movements on Wade. Switching her head to Maverick, she moistened his cock, taking him deep into her throat. As reward for her ministration, Maverick pressed deeper into her mouth, making her swallow the tip.

With both men’s pistols armed and ready for a showdown, she sat on her haunches and stroked them, licking them and clamping her legs together when their pre-cum caused her vagina to beg for their touch. She dragged them closer to her and rubbed the blossoming heads together, gliding her tongue across the united shafts.

“Enough,” Wade growled and pulled her to her feet.

Seconds later, she stood naked, her clothes scattered over the dusty floor. Their hands caressed her body, pinching her nipples, stroking her ass, her sides and fondling her clit. Wade closed his mouth on the sensitized peak of her nipple while Maverick nudged her legs apart and paid homage to her cunt. Sensation rocked through her, throbbing in her pussy and lubricating Maverick’s hand. Her legs threatened to give way.

Wade caressed her midriff, her hips, and stroked the globes of her ass. When he separated the cheeks and his finger found the tight ring of her anus, Adrian’s legs buckled and she grabbed onto Maverick’s shoulders to steady herself. Wade stepped away from her and rummaged through a saddlebag nestling against the wall. He returned with a small bottle of lubricant.

At her raised eyebrow, he grinned. “We thought we better be prepared on the road today, so we dropped it in the saddlebags—just in case we needed it.”

“Hmm,” was all she managed to say through the sighs of pleasure as Wade spread the lubricant over her pussy and anus.

“I need to get inside you.” Maverick stood, grabbed his jeans from the floor and impatiently tore at the foil packet he’d removed from the pocket.

Wade picked her up, kissed her soundly while carrying her to the blanket and positioned her so she straddled Maverick’s hips. Maverick moved his buttocks and shoved his cock against her pussy, demanding entry.

Delirious with want and need, Adrian reached between their bodies and slowly impaled herself onto his shaft.

“Damn, woman, you’ll be the death of me.” His hands explored her breasts, massaging them, and he closed his mouth over each peak.