Daly Way 04 - One for the Team - Brynn Paulin Read online

  Cord groaned low in his throat. Reaching out, she cupped his balls and rolled them in her palm as he fucked her mouth. When she felt him tense, she pulled back and smiled up at him.

  “Tease,” he groaned as she turned to Sully.

  “The best kind,” she offered over her shoulder. “There is a reward at the end of the path. Promise.”

  With that, she focused on Sully. He wasn’t as long as the others, but dear lord, he was thicker. “Wow,” she mouthed, before leaning to swipe away a trickle of his pre-cum.

  “You all taste so good,” she muttered before she took his shaft between her lips. Unlike the others, Sully surged forward actively fucking her mouth. She supposed he was impatient from watching her with the others, but she didn’t mind. Both his hands buried in her hair as he pushed to the back of her mouth. He was still too long for her to take him all, but he never choked her. All three of these guys had control, and that knowledge gave her more confidence in her decision to be with them. They were the right choice—at least for now.

  She hummed around Sully, sucking him hard while she rolled and tugged his balls. Her other hand clenched on his thigh, giving a good impression of what he was doing to her insides. He was going to come if she had any say about it. Still, fighting his grasp, she pulled slightly off his cock.

  “Recovery time?” she gasped.

  “Pretty quick for all of us,” Pete supplied since Sully seemed unable to speak as he stared down at her. She smiled at the sweet southern man then glanced at Pete. He stroked his cock as he watched her.

  “Good,” she said. She winked. “Be back to you in a sec.”

  “Give me a little credit,” Sully finally grumbled, pulling her mouth back to him.

  “Okay, a little more than a sec.”

  “You’re a natural at this. Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” Cord asked.

  At that, she sat back on her heels and looked up at all three of them.

  “Now, look what you did,” Pete growled, giving the man a small shove.

  Moon shook her head at their antics then grew serious. “No, I haven’t. And I’ve barely had sex either. Just twice in college. Not two guys, just twice. But I’m the daughter of a free-thinking hippie, remember. I’ve been exposed to stuff. Plus…” She glanced down at her hands. “I, uh, kinda fantasized about you guys, okay?”

  “Baby, that’s more than okay,” Pete said. He knelt before her and pulled her to straddle his thighs. “But is this the way you want to go?” he asked. “You and the team?”

  “Hell, yeah,” she exclaimed then clapped a hand over her mouth. There she went with the swearing again. “I mean…yes.”

  “Miz Moon, you have a bit of a sailor mouth,” Cord said, moving to crouch beside them. “I like it. Also, I noticed you haven’t kissed me yet.”

  “But I…” She glanced over at Sully’s cock. Did Cord want to kiss her after she’d tasted all his friends?

  “Well, Miz Open Mind, it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had him on my tongue.”

  She blinked at him. Had he tasted Sully via another girl or…actually…

  “Though usually it’s more of a direct application, eh Sul?”

  Chapter Three

  The three men appeared tense, and for a few moments, Moon didn’t give them any indication of her thoughts. Did they think she was that narrow minded? So they were bi-sexual. Okay. Whatever.

  “Well, all right then.” She shrugged and leaned toward Cord to kiss him.

  He caught her chin. “That’s okay with you?”

  “Why not? I’m not opposed to gay or anything. Besides, there are three of you and one of me. I couldn’t possibly keep you occupied all the time.” She smirked. “And if you want to keep courting me, as you called it, there will be no other women. I don’t share that way.”

  “We don’t share either,” Pete said. “Except with each other.”

  “Commune mentality. Share everything.” She laughed. None of the communes she’d lived on had much in the way of group sex or swapping, but she understood the concept—as long as no one faulted her for being selfish about outsiders.

  She leaned toward Cord. “Can I kiss you now?”

  His lips went to her ear. “What if instead you finish undressing then ride my cock? I need to feel your sweet pussy around me.”

  She sat back then rose. “Doable.”

  A glance at the other two showed they hadn’t heard. Grinning, she stood. Her cotton button-down fell to the ground behind her then she reached for the fastening of her bra. With a shrug, she pulled it down her arms then dropped it atop the shirt.

  Holding the men’s captivated attention, she inched her hands up her torso and cupped her breasts. How many times had she imagined undressing for a group of cowboys—her cowboys—and teasing them with the show?

  Her fingertips traced the under-slopes of her breasts, gently molding the mounds then flicking ever so softly over the peaks. Shivers slid down her body, and her clit throbbed for the sex she was denying all of them with this prolonged torture. Turning her back to them, she pushed one hand down her belly, into her jeans then between the sodden folds of her pussy. Her head dropped back, and she moaned as the touch stroked over her swollen clit.

  “Holy fuck,” one of the men muttered.

  “We’re keeping her,” another said.

  She couldn’t differentiate as she sank into the pleasure, knowing they’d lose some of their control soon.

  “Even if we have to tie her to the bed,” the third promised. She smiled. The idea didn’t bother her—in fact, she wouldn’t mind being tied once in awhile—but they weren’t keeping her right now. She wasn’t ready for that just yet.

  All at once, Sully loomed in front of her. She offered him her fingers, and he sucked them clean, paying extra care to the space between the two while she squirmed from the attention. He pulled back with a pop. “More,” he demanded.

  His fingers went to the closure of her jeans while she kicked off her shoes. He shoved the pants down her legs then steadied her as she stepped free. A moment later, he pulled her toward the blankets where the other two waited. All three pallets were pushed together now, with one blanket spread over the top. A strip of condoms had been tossed to one corner. Laying on his back, he pulled her so she was on all fours perpendicular to him. She thought it odd until his hands went to her pussy. He parted her as his tongue found her clit. Right, with three people, they all had to fit…

  “This isn’t exactly what I was thinking,” Cord commented as he moved behind her and put on a condom.

  “You complaining?” Pete asked.

  “Hell no.”

  Neither was she. She whimpered as the wide head of Cord’s cock lined up with her opening. Her walls protested his size as he pushed inside inch by inch, but she didn’t stop him. Beyond the slight discomfort, there was so much pleasure. All the while, Sully alternately massaged and sucked her clit until she was on the edge of climax. When Cord shoved in, going to the hilt, and Sully reached out a hand slippery with her cream and pinched one of her nipples, Moon screamed. Her pussy closed down on Cord, fisting around his cock as she came. It didn’t stop him. Grasping her hips tightly, he powered through her orgasm, pushing her hard to the brink of another.

  Pete moved in front of her and pushed her head to his cock, distracting her before she found release again. Eagerly, she sucked his length overwhelmed by the sensations around her. Fire rushed through her veins, heating her skin as nerve endings exploded with her ecstasy. Her pulse pounded through her ears as she lost herself in it. All she knew were the cocks and hands and one horribly talented mouth. She rode the crest until she had to pull off Pete and cry her release to the night.

  Behind her, Cord grunted then like some bizarre tag-team, the three men changed positions. Cord took over for Sully while Pete moved behind her, sliding on protection. Pete’s cock was easier to take since the last had opened her a little, but it was no less pleasurable as he drove home. Her air le
ft her, and she heard Cord mutter something about getting slapped to hell by balls then he moved to her breasts. His fingers kept stroking her clit while he drew a nipple deep into his mouth. The muscles in her belly and cunt immediately tightened, and she groaned.

  Sully knelt before her, and she took his cock. Her tongue flicked frantically over the head, drawing away as much pre-cum as he could give her. Carefully, he thrust up into her mouth in time with Pete’s drives. She screamed around him, as another orgasm claimed her. Sully grunted and froze, his fingers tight in her hair as he breathed like an asthmatic cat—or a man trying not to come, she decided as he yanked away from her suctioning mouth.

  Throwing back her head, she closed her eyes and focused on the hard pull of Cord’s lips at her breasts. His teeth scraped over the sensitized peaks while she shuddered, barely able to hold herself up on her shaking arms. Pete held her hips in position, steadying her as he gyrated and drove. Her fingers curled into the blankets, and she let out a sharp yell as he changed angles and pegged her g-spot. Her release seeped around him and trickled onto her legs. As if they knew what happened, Sully and Cord were there, lapping at the cream that coated her thighs. She rested on their bodies, shaking and crying out as Pete kept up his pace.

  All at once, he stiffened and froze, a mighty bellow slicing through the night as his seed poured from him. For a moment, they all collapsed into a limp, panting pile, yet someone’s fingers made slow circles on her clit while another one sucked on one of her aching nipples.

  That sealed it. She could never stay with them permanently. They’d kill her with sex! She grinned. But what a way to go!

  “You look happy.”

  She opened her eyes to see Sully right in front of her. “I am,” she said. Reaching out her hand, she cupped his cheek. “There’s still you.”

  “Not if you’re too tired.”

  “I’m not too tired.”

  Cord leaned over and kissed her shoulder, making his way to her ear as he pressed behind her. “You should ride him while Pete and I watch,” he suggested.

  “You have a thing about that.” More and more, she was learning their styles. Pete was fast and kinda rough. Cord was the clown of the bunch and also, she suspected, the wildest. Sully was the quietest. Sensitive. And she knew he’d win her heart first. They’d all get inside there—she could feel herself beginning to love them all. Not the group, but each of them individually. They might work as a team for the Flying D, but they were definitely a team in their interpersonal relations too—each man with his part in the group. She supposed if things worked out, she’d be the flighty, eccentric one.

  She stared into Sully’s green eyes. “I want to ride you, but I need a hat.”

  “Can do, cowgirl.” He kissed the tip of her nose then crawled over to a pile of their supplies and grabbed a Stetson she figured was his. When he returned, he popped it on her head. It drooped to her nose, and they all laughed. Still, Moon gave Pete and Cord the evil eye as Sully situated himself and rolled on a condom.

  “No laughing,” she ordered.

  “Never,” Pete said, nodding as he bit back a huge grin. “It’s just—”

  He snorted, ruining his lie.

  “You’re just so damn cute,” Cord finished for him.

  She planted her hands on her hips. “I’m not cute. I’m going for sexy.”

  “Oh, you’re sexy, darlin’,” Sully promised as he pulled her down to him. She straddled his hips, balancing herself with a hand on his six-pack as she hovered over his cock.

  “You think so?” she asked.

  “Yeah.”

  She lowered herself just a bit. He was so thick, her walls stretched as if it were her first time. She took a few deep breaths, enjoying the feel of him filling her up. “Yeah?”

  “Oh, yeah,” he echoed. “More, darlin’. Take more.”

  Slowly, she sank, taking him all the way and knowing these three would destroy her for all men. Grasping her thighs, he pushed upward and urged her to move. The friction was incredible. Breathing hard, she started to do exactly what they’d said. Holding her hat with one hand and keeping the other on his belly, she rode him like a bucking bronc. Her breasts bounced wildly as her and Sully’s groins rolled together, while Pete and Cord hooted and hollered as if they were rowdy rodeo fans.

  Her cunt clamped on him as the sensation grew too much and pushed her too close to the edge. Heat prickled through her body as reaction exploded from her core to her fingertips and toes. Her arms splayed wide, and she screamed half expecting lightning to strike and bind them together. Suddenly, Pete and Cord were there too, touching her, kissing her, while Sully sat up and hugged her hard. The four of them clung together as he kept her hips working over his, inexorably driving her to another orgasm that would pull him over too.

  Tears streamed down her cheeks at the knot they’d formed, the four of them fused together in the moment, her emotions overwhelming her. They had to feel it too. They had to. And when Sully finally came, she was so taken by the completeness, she could do nothing but press her face to his chest and shake while they all held her—her men, her rescuers, her protectors.

  If she’d have them.

  Chapter Four

  “Everyone’s going to know what happened here,” Moon said as Sully lifted her to sit with him on his horse. She bit back a groan as she straddled the animal and felt her muscles strain. Last night, they’d fucked as if it were their final hours on the planet. Just when one session would die away, they’d start again. They’d gone on until the pink of sunrise had begun to stain the horizon, and they knew it was time to get on their way back to the ranch. They were expected later that morning.

  It was just as well. They’d run out of condoms about that time too. A lot of condoms she thought, as she wrapped her arms around Sully and rested her cheek against his warm back.

  “No one will know,” Pete assured her. “We cleaned up in the stream. Our clothes look all straight.”

  “You just have to stay awake so we don’t have to explain how you fell off the horse,” Cord added. “Well. Hmm. They might spot the circles under your eyes, but hey, the crew are all men. They’re not that perceptive.”

  “They’ll notice,” she murmured, observing as she spoke that Sully clamped one of his huge hands over hers where they rested on his belly.

  “Maybe you should sit in front of me,” he said then maneuvered her to sit sideways before him.

  “You’re strong,” she sighed.

  “You’re pretty funny when you’re exhausted,” he said.

  “Mmhmm,” she muttered, burrowing her nose into his chest.

  When she awoke sometime later, the sun was full in the sky and she heard the low rumble of the men’s voices as they talked amongst themselves. Rain pattered overhead and she furrowed her brow, realizing she wasn’t on a horse and she wasn’t getting wet. As she blinked open her eyes, she realized it wasn’t the sun, but a portable lantern that seemed so bright.

  “Hi baby,” Pete said, stroking her hair from her face. Her head was resting on his lap. “Feeling better?”

  “Yeah.” She pushed upright then looked around the three-sided structure and at the three men. The horses were tethered just inside the entrance. “Where are we?”

  “One of the storm shelters. Sometimes a squall will roll up fast, like this one.” He shrugged. “Good thing probably. Gives us time to talk.”

  “Okay…” She bit her lip and nodded slowly, moving so she faced the trio as they leaned against the shelter’s back wall.

  Cord was solemn for once as he looked at her. “Where to from here?”

  She considered the flippant answer of “back to the ranch” but knew better. This was serious. They wanted to pin her down to something more than a one-night stand, and she was scared. What a roll-reversal.

  “You want to date?” she ventured. She could do that and see where things went. She really liked them. But she’d freak if they wanted something permanent so soon, but that’s h
ow things went around here usually. Fast and furious and forever.

  “We’ve been courtin’ you, darlin’,” Sully said. “Just not goin’ out places.”

  She shook her head, ignoring the thick drawl he’d put on. “Maybe you should tell me what you’re pro—suggesting.”

  “Something exclusive,” Pete blurted. He shoved a hand through his hair. “We don’t want you to see other men, you know, while we’re—”

  “Like courting?” she supplied, suppressing a smile. “How long do you think this storm will last? I was supposed to be into work at nine.”

  “We called Rayna while you were sleeping and let her know about the car.” Pete held up his cell.

  “No!” Moon groaned.

  “What? You want it to be a secret?” Cord growled, jumping to his feet and striding toward the shelter entrance where a sheet of rain blocked them in.

  “No!” she exclaimed, scared of ruining this whole thing, especially when she’d upset the lighthearted one of the group. She leapt up and followed him. Stepping in front of him, she flattened her hands on his chest, pleading with him to look at her. “I don’t care if people know. It’s just that I don’t want the whole town gossiping about us—and you know they will. I’ve been talked about my whole life. All my family has. We’re the weirdo oddballs. It just is. It doesn’t mean I like it.”

  Cord rested his forehead to hers. “Around here, being with us would make you normal.”

  She closed her eyes, enjoying his warmth as he embraced her. The other two joined them, and she found herself surrounded by her knot of happiness once more. Nothing could touch her here—except them.