Mastered by Mavericks (Doms of Destiny, Colorado 3)

“Hey, Chicago.” Reed’s hands slid along the sides of her neck. She could feel the heat of his and Sawyer’s bodies next to her. “How are you feeling?”

“Amazing,” she replied, shivering as twenty fingers feathered her skin. Why was it so easy to let them touch her so intimately? Because this wasn’t real. This was a dream. A deliciously wicked dream. Here, she could be herself. A woman.

Her grandfather had done his best bringing her up, but without a female influence in her life, it was no wonder she’d been more tomboy than anything. Shaking that image of her at the station hadn’t ever happened either. Showing the world a tough exterior was as natural to her as breathing. Now, with Reed and Sawyer, she could be her true self, a feminine woman who didn’t mind being treated as such. She was starting to think of these sexy cowboys as much more than recently appointed bodyguards. The way they looked at her, eating her up with their eyes, sent shocking shivers through her body.

What would it mean to her to give in to their wicked offer of a ménage à trois? What would happen after they had her? Did the future matter at all? This was her dream, her fantasy. Anything was possible.

“Sweetheart, how does this feel?” Sawyer rubbed her shoulders, releasing the tension there.

“I love how you touch me,” she confessed.

Reed smiled, making her tingle between her thighs and causing her pussy to dampen. “If you think his fingers are good you tell me how mine feel, Chicago.” He feathered his digits down her arms, causing goose bumps to pop up. “Well?”

“Wonderful, cowboy. Your hands have magic in them.”

“Damn right,” he said with a laugh.

It was good to let go, to feel, to be a woman. Keeping up appearances, remaining a tough cop, tamping down her emotions, all of it necessary but also so tiring. Being intimate after so long was deliciously devastating to her. She needed this in the worst way. She let go of the worries about the station, about Henry, about the investigation, about the missing persons report. In these men’s arms she felt new sensations, and she could just be herself.

Sawyer was a gentleman, always gaging her comfort level. Sexy as hell. Kind to a fault. And mouthwateringly tempting.

Reed was a devil, plain and simple. He clearly enjoyed trying to make her blush, and more than once, he’d succeeded—something that rarely happened. Blushing cops didn’t do well on the streets of Chicago. His grin crushed, and his blue eyes devastated.

Both men had agreed to protect her, and the truth of the matter was she was thrilled they had. Gun-toting muscled cowboys were her bodyguards. What woman wouldn’t love that? The sheriff, with the help of Henry, had forced her into a corner—a corner that included Reed and Sawyer. She’d given in quickly, and now, she was so glad she had.

“You’re so beautiful.” Reed captured her with his wicked gaze. Had she ever seen a more beautiful man in her whole life? No. His wavy, blond hair begged for her fingers, and she willingly complied.

“I don’t know about that,” she said as her fingertips touched his golden strands. “I’m pretty average at best. More tomboy than girl, if you ask me.”

“Stop.” Reed’s face darkened. “You. Are. Beautiful.”

As he pressed his lips to hers and Sawyer continued stroking her back, she felt fresh tears sting her eyes.

“We’ll never let you go, Nicole.” Sawyer’s words wrapped themselves around her entire being. God, how she wanted what he said to be

true, to be real. An incurable loneliness drowned her night after night. Would it ever end? Here, with Reed and Sawyer, she could feel a light breaking through into her darkness. Maybe it would only last for a little while, but it would be the relief she needed from her suffering.

Sawyer’s hand moved down to the curve of her hip while Reed’s cupped her breast. She was cradled between them and loving every second of it. Her head was swimming from desire and need. She was feverish for pleasure. Her whole body felt like it was spinning, open and ready to receive whatever they had in store for her.

Reed brushed his lips with hers, a tender caress, a kiss with the promise of more. As their noses touched, she felt like she was floating on air, in the clouds, spinning in their arms.

Sawyer slowly and gently kissed her neck. She could feel his tongue sweep across her skin, filling her with agonizing need. Her toes curled as a hot sensation that began in her belly spread out through the rest of her body, finally settling between her thighs. She was getting so very wet.

Their cowboys’ kisses came slowly, pressing here and there, dotting her entire body with their seductive lips.

She shuddered as Reed’s tongue circled her nipples, causing them to ache and harden. Sawyer’s lips skated down her back all the way to her ass. When she felt him lick her there, a sea of sensations flooded into her, opening her up, making her ready to receive them in the most intimate way. As their fingers and lips roamed across her skin, her desire to have them inside her body grew and grew to a maddening level.

Reed moved down her body until she could feel his hot breath on her mound. “I want to taste you, Chicago.” He grabbed her thighs and spread them wide. His greedy tongue lapped up her cream. Her hands shot to the back of his head, as if they had minds of their own, pulling him in closer. Her body’s need was too much to bear. She needed relief so badly. Instead they turned up the heat inside her. Sawyer’s mouth swallowed one of her breasts, making her wonderfully dizzy. Reed’s fingers rubbed her pussy as his tongue hit her clit. She heard herself whimper, brought on by the tremendous tingles ripping through her body, one after another after another.

Reed’s thirst seemed unending as his hands and mouth continued their assault on her pussy. Sawyer’s, too, as his conquered every inch of her upper half, breasts, neck, arms, tummy, and more.

“Time to show this beautiful creature what we can do for her.” Reed’s lusty tone caused her insides to violently pulse again and again.

Suddenly, she was no longer on the bed but in their arms, pinned between them. She could feel their cocks lined up against her body—Reed’s to her pussy and Sawyer’s to her ass. This was what they meant to do to her just like she hoped they would. They wanted to claim her, all of her, and with everything inside her, that was what she wanted, too.

Reed smiled and then stuck out his tongue until it hit the tip of her nose. She found it odd that he would do that. Then he began licking her nose, which was even stranger.

“Reed, what are you doing?” she asked, reaching up to push him away.