Unbridled, page 2
“God, yes.” It came out in a rush of air.
Kent’s breath puffed against her skin as he chuckled. “Let’s get the rest of these clothes off, then.”
She stood and watched as they undressed her. Wet, hot kisses accompanied each inch of skin they revealed. Alex was almost beyond the point of no return, and was afraid one touch of any appendage to her clit would make her come instantly.
By the time she was naked, somehow both of them had removed their clothes too. Dark and light, they were images of muscle and sinew, and fucking sexy as all hell. She drank in the sight of the six-pack abs, the well-hung cocks, and the idea they were to spend the night in bed with her made her giddy.
Alex lay back on the bed, never taking her eyes off the men. They crawled up on the bed after her, like big cats stalking their prey. A shiver raced through her at the thought.
Kent grinned as his hands slid up her thighs even as his erection pressed against her hip. He was hard as an oak tree, smooth and silk wrapped.
Don seemed to be the kisser because Kent focused on her pussy, while Don used his formidable kissing skills on her mouth. Kent’s lips and tongue teased her inner thighs as Don’s teased her lips.
It was an onslaught of sensation. Alex closed her eyes and reveled in the feel of two hard bodies pleasuring her. It was a dream, a celebration of life, a fitting end to the worst week of her life. She needed them maybe as much as they wanted her.
Kent’s tongue swiped her slit from one end to the other. She sucked in a breath and held it as Don licked her neck, traveling down to her aching nipples.
Kent lapped at her, alternately nibbling and kissing her throbbing center. It took only moments, really, when Don bit one nipple and Alex exploded with the most powerful orgasm of her life. She screamed and bucked against Kent. He absorbed her twists and turns, his mouth locked on her clit, sucking every last drop of orgasm from her.
Tears slid from her eyes as she came down from the high. They laid down on either side of her, petting her, gentling their touches until she had calmed down.
“Okay, doll?” Kent turned her head until she looked at him.
She smiled at him. “Yeah, I’m okay, just a little overwhelmed.”
“Then stay there and we’ll give you something to watch.” He waggled his eyebrows; then his gaze locked on Don’s. They reached across her body, kissing hard, the sounds of their rasping tongues and heavy breathing loud in the quiet room.
Alex watched with fascination as Kent climbed over her to reach his man. She scooted over and turned on her side to get a better view. She’d watched her share of porn, of course, but seeing the real thing, two men pleasuring each other, was far beyond anything she’d experienced.
It was clear Kent was the bottom and Don the top. They grabbed each other’s cocks, tugging and sliding their hands up and down, even as they continued with the punishing kisses. Soon Kent was on his knees sucking Don with a tremendous amount of skill. He lapped, sucked, nibbled and laved at his partner’s erection.
The wet sounds of his mouth, the small moans he made as he pleasured Don, made every hair on her body stand up. Kent’s erection bobbed between his legs, forgotten as he gave Don a blow job.
Alex couldn’t let that happen, not after the tonguing he’d just given her. She slid closer until she could take him in her mouth. He was salty and delicious on her tongue. One thing she could do well was suck a man off. Kent groaned, and when she looked up to meet Don’s gaze, he nodded his approval.
It was a cock-sucking fest and she couldn’t have been happier. She fondled his balls, her finger sliding back to his puckered hole. He groaned and jerked against her. No doubt if he didn’t have a dick in his mouth, he’d tell her to keep going.
Alex tasted a bit of cum on her tongue and she swallowed his essence. Kent let Don’s cock loose and looked down at her.
“Let’s get busy, doll.”
She didn’t know what to do, so she simply moved out of the way and watched as Kent got on his knees. It was the most erotic moment of her life. Her heart beat a steady rhythm as Don put lube on his lover’s ass, sliding a finger in the hole, then two. Kent closed his eyes, his entire body shuddering.
“Get under him, Alex. We’ll do this together or not do it at all.” Don’s quiet voice was strained with arousal.
She smiled as Don handed her a condom. After sliding it down Kent, Alex waited until Don was positioned to enter him; then she slid back under Kent. Kent’s face was tight with pleasure as Don fucked him.
“Now.”
Kent obeyed his partner and slid into her waiting pussy as if she were coated with the same lube. She was so wet from watching, from sucking Kent off, and from his tonguing. It was the slickest she’d ever remembered being and, damn, it felt better than she could imagine.
Soon they began to move in unison. Don slid into Kent as Kent slid into Alex. It was a symphony of fucking and of life. She pinched her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through her body even as Kent’s pace quickened within her.
The moans, the stuttering breaths, the wet sounds of her pussy, of their cocks. The entire room turned into an inferno of pleasure and Alex felt her orgasm building somewhere near her toes. It traveled up her body until it landed in the walls of her center. She tightened so hard, Kent groaned.
“Alex, Jesus Christ. Ah, shit, Don, I’m fucking coming.”
Don seemed to catch the same rhythm and together they groaned and thrust.
Yes, yes, yes. That was it.
Right there.
The wave of her orgasm washed over her, stealing her breath, nearly stopping her heart. She arched against Kent, even as Don arched into him. They came with a cacophony of primal, animalistic growls. Alex could barely catch her breath, and her heart beat so hard, she swore it would burst from her chest. She smiled up at Kent, then up at Don. When they smiled back at her, she knew she’d be all right.
Alex woke as the pink light of the dawn painted the horizon. She stepped into the shower, intrigued by the mixture of masculine and feminine touches in the bathroom. Both Kent and Don were amazingly neat.
There was a guest towel with tiny shampoo and soap, a little tented table card on top with her name on it in masculine handwriting. She smiled as she stepped into the hot spray and took a quick shower. The two of them had been sweet, sexy, solicitous and wonderful friends. She couldn’t have asked for a better catharsis to begin the next section of her life.
As she toweled off, she tried to think of an appropriate way to say thank-you and good-bye to them. It would be difficult to keep her emotions in check; that was for sure. Alex had felt like a foolish woman all week, weeping and moping. It was time to find her backbone and stop whining.
She dressed quickly and brushed her teeth, hoping to leave before both of them were out of bed. Alex wasn’t a coward; she was just ready to leave, to finally say good-bye to her life in L.A.
After calling a cab, she gathered up all her things and stuffed them in the small bag she’d brought in last night. Then it was time to wake them up, but much as she wanted to leave, she also wanted to crawl back into the bed between them and stay. They were safe, whereas the unknown of Wyoming loomed in front of her.
Alex knew there was no permanent place for her in their relationship. Kent and Don were together for life, a perfect couple who indulged with a woman only when it suited their moods. Alex understood all that, but still, a little part of her wished they’d invite her to stay. It would give her an excuse not to face her past.
The bedroom was awash in the gray light of early morning. As she stepped in, her shoes made barely a whisper of a sound, yet Kent sat up when she walked in. His blond hair was tousled from sleep, among other things, and he smiled at her.
“Ready to go, then, love?”
She sat down on the edge of the bed and embraced him, drawing in his scent, his life force. “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”
“You know you always have a place to stay.” Kent took her hands and kissed the backs of her fingers. “You’re wonderful, sexy and fucking amazing.”
“Best we’ve ever had.” Don, usually the quiet one, spoke up from the other side of the bed.
Alex reached out to take Don’s hand too. Her throat closed up as she leaned forward and kissed Kent, then Don.
“You take care of yourself, doll.” Kent squeezed her hand. “If you need us, call and we’ll come to you. They do have airports, right?”
Grateful his teasing broke the tension, Alex managed to smile. “Yep, they finally closed the pony express office and stopped the stagecoach runs.” She rose from the bed and picked up her bag. “Thank you for everything. I feel as if I can say good-bye now.”
They both knew she wasn’t talking about saying good-bye to them. Alex backed out of the room, the two gorgeous men in the bed watching her as she closed the door. She took a moment to stop shaking before heading out of the house.
It was time for Alex to return to her past and begin her future.
CHAPTER TWO
As she turned onto Interstate 15, Alex had a moment where she could have turned back. Perhaps even would have if there hadn’t been a long line of cars behind her turning right up the exit ramp. She was one car among hundreds headed somewhere.
The sun bathed the concrete in a golden pink glow while the warmth of the morning breeze caressed her face through the open window. It was a beautiful day, again, and she was like a butterfly emerging from a ten-year chrysalis, spreading her wings and flying off alone.
In reality, she should have left David’s protection long ago, but hadn’t. His death put her in an awkward situation with no place to live, no income other than the accounting work she did for him, and no friends other than his own. She had hidden from the world, licking her wounds and burying her head in the sand.
It was past time she began a life of her own, rather than live as David’s shadow. She’d become too comfortable with it, lulled into complacency by his need to protect her, by her need to be protected.
There was nothing for her in California, and too much in Wyoming. The thousand-mile journey would be bittersweet, a review of all of the choices she’d made in the ten years since she left. Then, she had been a scared kid full of grief and righteous fury.
Now she was a scared adult, full of grief and regrets. Neither one of them was a palatable choice, but sometimes in life, there simply was no choice. Alex knew she was textbook screwed up. Her father had abandoned her and her mother; then her mother had died.
She finally allowed the door to her memories to open, and they washed over her like a musty blanket. Life had been perfect as she grew up on a beautiful ranch at the base of the Big Horn Mountains. Her parents had loved each other and managed to keep a ranch afloat when many others were folding under the pressure. At one point, when money was tight, her father had suggested renting out rooms for people as guests. Her mother had refused, finding a second job teaching riding to girls. Katie Finley had more pride than to turn her husband’s legacy into a dude ranch.
Alex remembered the day her parents had told her about the cancer. About how it was stage four and there was nothing they could do but comfort her mother. At first, Alex was so angry, she ran off, got drunk and lost her virginity to some cowboy in a bar. It was a stupid thing to do, and she had regretted the impulse as soon as he’d taken her innocence.
She finally came to terms with her mother’s impending death, and then her father began to pull away. It was subtle at first; he would stay away all day, supposedly taking care of ranch business. Then it bled into the evening hours too. Days would go by when Alex didn’t see him, and she began to understand he could not handle his wife dying, so he hid from her.
Alex had been angry with him, but tried to talk to him. Unfortunately her temper got the better of her and she said some things that were way over the line. With the emotional pressure of her mother’s sickness, Alex’s mouth pushed him too far. It was the first and only time her father had struck her. She swore she could still feel the sting of the slap. He’d never apologized, and basically stopped providing any care for his wife as she lay dying in their bed.
Thank God for hospice nurses and the help of friends, or sixteen-year-old Alex might have lost it. She struggled daily with the knowledge that the woman who had given her life would soon die. Yet Alex got through it, knowing her father would eventually have to face his wife’s death.
Then the unthinkable happened.
Alex had been asleep in her bed when she woke to the murmur of voices in the hallway. She recognized her father’s voice and the night nurse, so she’d gone back to sleep.
The next morning she discovered her father had left, simply packed a suitcase and abandoned them. The pain from that particular moment in time still sliced through her ten years later, enough to make her gasp.
The worst, however, was yet to come. When her father returned a month later, after her mother’s death, he brought a woman with him. One to replace his dead wife before her body was even in the ground. He walked around the ranch he’d left behind as if nothing had changed, king of the castle, and he had the balls to tell her to calm down.
His betrayal was complete and brutal. When she’d left Wyoming, she told him in no uncertain terms she would never return, that he was dead to her. And she would not grieve for him.
Yet here she was, ten years later, finally willing to face him, to come to terms with the horrendous mess she’d run from. Alex didn’t want to, but she needed to. She knew there was no way to move forward with her life until she put the past where it belonged.
If she drove straight through to her family’s ranch, it would take her eighteen hours or so. Since she had only the car, and a thousand dollars for gas and food, she opted out of stopping at a hotel. The truck stops were not happening either—she’d tried it once on her westward journey. After being scared nearly to death by a big trucker with more tattoos on his skin than hair, she’d vowed never to sleep at one again.
She’d stopped at the all-night store and stocked up on Diet Coke, chips and other staples to get her through the next day. The cold can in her hand felt comforting as she kept her eyes on the road. It was a long and boring journey in some areas, while there was breathtaking beauty in others.
The déjà vu was almost frightening. She didn’t want to remember the girl she had been ten years earlier. Not yet anyway. Once she arrived at the ranch, there would be time enough to confront her father and exorcise all the ghosts in her closet.
Wyoming offered her the opportunity to start again, or at least she hoped it did. She had no idea what awaited her, but since she really had no place else to go, she had to return home.
The desert of Southern California gave way to the forests of Utah. The Camaro performed like a dream, climbing the hills with its teeth bared and engine revving. She remembered the drive out to L.A. and how she’d wondered if her mother’s Buick Regal would make it that far. It was a beater, with a great deal of dents and scratches, not to mention bald tires, but it had heart. It got her to her destination and even served as her home for a year.
The uncomfortable memory of those miserable twelve months made her shudder. There was nothing glamorous about being homeless, about selling her mother’s things in order to eat. Without David’s assistance, Alex was certain she would have died years ago. At least she could say she hadn’t gotten to the point where she needed to sell her body; thank God for that.
If there was one thing she had an excess of, it was pride. Pride was what drove her to L.A., and kept her safe at the tender age of sixteen from the big bad wolves of the world. It was also pride that kept her from returning to Wyoming, to confronting her father and coming to terms with his abandonment.
Of course, she’d turned around and abandoned him and the only home she’d ever known. Alex was almost tempted to liken her own flight to his, but not quite. She’d stayed until her mother had died, had seen it through to the end, cried buckets of tears, and survived. He’d run like a coward, leaving his daughter to take care of his cancer-stricken wife. There was no excuse for that.
Alex had never forgiven him.
She was an adult now, and if she was honest with herself, she should have gone back to Wyoming long before now. David had always encouraged her to, even offered to buy her a plane ticket to fly into Billings, the closest big city to the ranch.
Yet she’d refused and eventually come to realize it was a matter of her pride getting in the way again. Now that she finally had the courage to face him, she wouldn’t be foolish enough to think everything would be resolved and she’d be welcomed into the house with open arms. The thought of standing on the stoop made her feel as if she’d break out in hives.
Her father had always been her hero, a larger-than-life man with a booming voice who had a gift for riding horses and raising cattle. When he left them, Alex’s entire world crumbled, and she survived by focusing on taking care of her mother, on managing one day, one hour, one moment at a time.
The drive back to Wyoming gave her the opportunity to replay the agonizing month over in her head. The entire trip through Utah was spent with a box of tissues and a headache as she wept alone. Alex always wept alone.
By the time she’d crossed the Wyoming border, her ass had grown bedsores and her leg was permanently crooked from holding the gas pedal down. As she pulled into a gas station and exited the car, the fresh air hit her and she sucked in a lungful. She’d forgotten how crisp and clean everything was in Wyoming, or rather, how dirty and rank it was in L.A.
As she worked out the kinks in her short frame, she pumped gas into the Camaro. A dozen pickups were parked in various spots around the station, some pumping gas, others putting air in tires or chatting with a neighbor. It was as if she’d stepped into another time, another planet, where neighbors knew one another’s names and helped out whenever they could.
Alex remembered how all their neighbors had relied on one another, using CB radio to communicate over the miles between ranches. It was the days before there were cell phones in everyone’s pockets, before instant communication replaced good old-fashioned, face-to-face conversation.
