Captured by Cowboys (Doms of Destiny, Colorado 1)

“You’ve saved me.” Her words came out lyrical and full of breathy passion.

She stared up at him, and her body temperature rose several degrees. He lowered her down onto a soft white blanket in the middle of a meadow. The sun was low in the horizon, highlighting his bronzed skin perfectly. The air remained nice and steamy. His hands came down on her breasts, causing her to gasp delightfully. His thick fingers massaged her mounds with a skill that defied logic and reason. Each tiny swirl of his fingertips shot through her like bullets of desire, raising her need, her want, her craving to levels that shouldn’t be possible, and yet he pushed her even more. How did he know exactly what to do to get her body to respond so? He’d saved her, and she wanted to give him his reward—all of it. In return, she, too, would be rewarded.

He nuzzled into her neck, causing her skin to stand up and tingle with hot electricity. His hands moved down her body with an ease and deliberateness that told her he meant to take his time, a lot of time. Emmett’s lovemaking meant something and she knew she would never be the same once he was inside her, claiming her for always.

With her eyes closed, she moved the sponge over her skin. Where it touched—where Emmett touched—tingles came, grew, and intensified.

“Hey, baby.” Cody touched her cheek.

“Hi,” she answered. Being between him and Emmett on the blanket felt so right, so wonderful, so necessary. Her body began to respond, heating up wherever the men touched her. Every care vanished inside her. Her pussy began to ache and her clit began to throb. She couldn’t keep still, need clawing at the very fabric of her being.

Feeling Bryant underneath her multiplied the fantasy until she thought she could stand no more. He tugged on her hair, forcing her to tilt her head up until they locked eyes. “Amber, we’re here for you. Always. You’re ours.”

Emmett and Cody nodded their agreement.

When would they take her, really take her? She was theirs. They’d saved her. More than that, they’d been there for her in every way. Kind. Loving. Manly. Honest. Had she ever known any men like them before?

Six hands massaged her body into a total frenzy of sensations. “Please. Please. I need you.” The truthful resonation of her own breathy words was filled with impact, resolve, and submission. A thirst, so powerful and all-consuming, swept through her like a tsunami. Fiery electricity rolled through her as they kissed, licked, caressed every inch of her skin. No part of her body was safe from them, and she happily waved the white flag of surrender to her cowboy conquerors.

“Amber, I want to be inside you.” Emmett growled beside her.

“I want that, too,” she confessed freely.

He kissed her again, filling her mouth with his hot, lusty tongue. He tasted of long rides and warm nights. His weight felt so good on top of her. The aching in her pussy grew and grew to the unbearable. Her clit’s pulsing drove her to the brink of madness. “Please, Emmett. Please. Do it.”

Moving her fingers to her pussy, she felt his thick, long cock pierce her sex, filling her utterly, completely, and absolutely. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” More like breaths than words, she continued panting as he moved deeper and deeper into her body. Her savior, her cowboy, her man. Emmett Stone. Emmett. And then her climax shook every cell in her body, from head to toe and back again. Remaining still and quiet was impossible. Her responses came and came and came, filling her with a myriad of sensations. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” The words ran through her mind over and over.

Emmett had found her and brought her to his brothers. Without these men, she would’ve died, most certainly. She owed them her very life at the least. “Emmett. Thank you,” she said as her orgasm softened to a nice warm hum.

“For what?” he asked.

Her eyes popped open, and she could feel her heart thudding hard in her chest. The dream receded into the back of her mind. The water was still warm, but the steam was gone. She turned and saw Emmett, no longer sitting with his back to her but now facing her directly. She glanced back at the water, feeling her cheeks heat up. When she saw where her hand was at that very moment, they flamed to bonfire temperatures. Her hand was between her legs. She jerked it back to her chest, causing the still water to be disturbed.

“You okay, Amber?” he asked.

“Fine. Could you hand me a towel and then go back to facing the wall again?”

“Towel? Yes. Wall? I’m done with that. Besides, I think you’re ready to get out, and like I said earlier, you will be accepting my help for that. Understand?”

Denying Emmett anything he wanted would be next to impossible for her, though she wasn’t about to tell him that. “I’m sure I’m fine.”

* * * *

Emmett stared at Amber. His cock and balls ached and throbbed in his jeans. After witnessing her slip off into what was clearly an erotic dream of some sort, his lust had gone into overdrive, pressing the pedal to the floor. “Fine or not, you will not get out of that tub without me.”

“You like giving orders, don’t you, cowboy?”

He stood and walked to the side of the tub, making sure to keep his eyes directly on hers. “Think what you like, honey. I will not have you fall on my watch. Got it?” God, keeping his head around her was proving to be more difficult than he could imagine.

She smiled and sent him a mock salute. “About that towel?”

“First, let’s get you on your feet.” He bent down and lifted her out of the tub. Amber felt so good in his arms. “Don’t let go of me, sweetheart.” He lowered her down until she was standing, though still with her fingers wrapped around his neck. Her obedience fueled even more hunger inside him. He grabbed one of the towels on the shelf by them and wrapped it around her body.

“Thank you, Emmett.”

Hearing her say his name was heaven. “You’re more than welcome, Amber. Okay, you can let go now.” She did, and he grabbed another towel. “Time to dry your lovely locks.”

“Who calls hair ‘locks’?”