Sexual Expression (Contemporary Cowboys 2)

“You never know where you’ll find a rose awaiting its thorn,” Zak said in a raspy voice, his eyes alive with new fire. “In any case, I can’t wait to find out for myself.”

“If you’re real good,” she drawled, tipping the end of his nose with her forefinger. “One of these days you might find out.”

She left the couch and he popped her ass with a hard slap. Brandon smirked, his nose twitching like crazy. Kurt froze, pretty certain a slapped ass wouldn’t fly with Drina. And Zak winked. “Come here and do something about that. I dare ya.”

Twisting her mouth as if she couldn’t think of a comeback, Drina finally rebounded and said, “I’ll bank that dare and when I’m ready to cash it in, I’ll let you know, but do that again and I’ll make you hurt.”

She disappeared behind the bathroom door, but not before Kurt caught the smirk on her face. “She’s a handful.”

Zak rolled to his back with a silly smile on his face. “I’m up for the task, boys.”

“Uh-huh,” Brandon muttered. “In any case, I have a whip she can borrow.”

“Most of my subs aren’t into impact play,” Zak said.

“I wasn’t talking about for you,” Brandon said. “I’m planning to loan it to Drina. Before she’s done with you, you’ll be bound to her bed and calling her Mistress Drina.”

“We’ll see,” Zak said, stretching and flexing his muscles.

Kurt could almost hear those wheels inside his head churning. Zak apparently looked at Drina as one hell of a challenge. And like every other Blazier man Kurt had ever known, Zak probably thought he was man enough to brave the forthcoming days.

He shrugged off the thought and listened to the bodies slapping in the distance, the closed door doing little to shut out the fucking on the other side of the glass wall. “Yeah, little brother, take it from someone who knows, the right one can come along and take any man to his pitiful knees.”

Chapter Thirteen

“Cops are upstairs. Dallas sent a message just now and said we have an hour to vacate the premises. He and Hales have been in touch with the local authorities.” Brandon walked out on the balcony but kept his focus straight ahead. He knew what he’d find beside of him.

If he wanted verification, all he had to do was peer under the covers and witness their adjoined bodies. They hadn’t exactly tried to hide what they were doing, even when he’d walked outside. Apparently, they weren’t planning to finish anytime soon. He stared beyond the rail and inhaled the fresh mountain air. “I always loved it here in the morning.”

“Me, too,” Coco said, a breathless edge to her voice.

In Brandon’s mind, the first one to speak was the loser, the one who lost the ability to choose how things unfolded from that point on. He turned then, taking in the swell of her full lips, the freshly fucked blush in her cheeks.

Even though he had released her, dismissed

her as his sub, he still wanted her. He still had an acquired taste for her, a requirement for her, a true craving he couldn’t explain. He needed her in a way no one other than someone who had known the power of her love could possibly understand. Still, he felt compelled to ask, to ask for what was once his to have and hold without reluctance or even a pause. “Can I join you?”

Liam acted as he’d expected. He frowned, pouted really. He didn’t say yes or no.

Brandon wasn’t asking him anyway.

“Yes, Sir.” Coco would probably never look at him as anything less than her Dom, her Sir.

He lifted the blanket covering them. His breath caught in his chest but he looked on, watched as Liam plunged inside her pussy, pushing that long cock of his straight up her cunt.

“You’re beautiful when you fuck,” Brandon said, bringing her chin to his and smothering her lips with his mouth. He loved that hungry kiss, that deep thrust of her tongue and whimpering cry, especially now while she was fucking another man.

He dragged his hand down her body, flattening his palm between her breasts for a minute and then reaching further down, making her want it, making her need even more than she realized she held the ability to need. He could feel that heat he generated inside her, see it in her eyes, experience it as she gripped his arm and drove his hand between her legs.

“Here?” he asked, touching her clit as his brother fucked her from behind.

Her eyes filled with desire so rich with substance he nearly came in his pants as he watched her carnal heat kick up another notch. “Or here?” He twirled her clit, applying pressure with his left hand, strumming his fingers over the sensitive knoll as he unzipped his leather slacks.

Her wicked tongue slipped between her lips and she licked her mouth, wanting his cock, so hungry for it she was ready to beg, ready to ask for it by name. She slid down on the lounger, forcing Liam to follow behind her.

Brandon now had a perfect aim. He pushed against her clit and ate up the sight of her breasts now fuller than before, those pretty nipples of hers brushing against her outfit, needing release.

“God yeah,” Liam rasped, fucking much faster.