Sex Junkie (Cowboy Addiction 1)

She cried aloud then, the tears drifting down her cheeks. “I need to come!”

“And you will,” Blake promised, yanking the lever attached to the wheel. “Right after we’re certain you’ve learned your lesson.”

Chapter Nine

They carried her to bed and left her there—unattended and unbound. She looked at the clock. Two hours. She’d never endured such physical training, never been so aroused. She felt as if she’d been coerced into a damning kind of lust, forbidden desire destined to destroy her.

Blake and Grant returned to her bedroom simultaneously. Blake entered from the hall while Grant slipped out of the bathroom. Both men were nude, already sheathed, erect, and shimmering with the lube practically dripping from their cocks. Grant tossed other assorted lubricants to the mattress.

Up until that moment, she feared and almost convinced herself that she had no effect on them now whatsoever.

In a matter of seconds, Blake lay to her right. Grant stretched out at her left. Her small breasts rose and fell as her breathing became uneven under their heated hands, their cautious caresses, and their attentive pampering.

This was the reason she agreed to submit to Grant and Blake in the first place. Her Doms loved and rewarded her, as their sub, as spectacularly as they punished her.

Once she was sandwiched between them, their bodies swayed as one. She barely realized she hadn’t begun to explore them until Grant pushed her hand to his groin and Blake guided her free palm to his penis.

She pumped each man, pulling them through her tight fists, locking her fingers around their hard cocks and giving them a slow hand job, taking her time to do whatever she could to entice them.

“That’s it, Morgan,” Blake crooned. “Feel me.”

“Touch us everywhere,” Grant said, easing her hand lower, showing her how he wanted her to cup his balls, finger the taut veins pushing through his skin.

Using the pads of her fingers, she traced the lines of Grant’s scrotum. “There?”

“Yes. That works for me.”

She applied too much pressure then and he jerked, a flash of wickedness settled in his eyes. “Careful. You don’t want me to spank you, do you?”

In fact, she would’ve loved another spanking, only she wanted them to fuck her first. Once the fucking was out of the way, they could do whatever they wanted to lure her into their beds again.

Not that she needed them to keep her aroused and entertained. Or did she?

Grant finally came to his side. Propping his head against the heel of his hand, he looked down on her. The love in his eyes shone down on her like a warm spotlight, and her body responded to him as much then as in the previous hours.

Her pussy clenched as the need pooled at her folds, covering her sex with her slick heat. She needed them inside her, holding her, fucking her, claiming her the way only men in love could stake their rights in a woman.

“Trust us, Morgan.”

“I do,” she admitted.

“Do you trust us enough to love you sober?” Grant asked.

“Yes.”

“Will you let us make you well again?” Blake asked, closing his hand over hers.

“Ah yes,” she said, enjoying the swell of their erections pulsing in her hands.

It was in that moment when she saw the evidence of pain deeper than any other. Grant had changed. The loss of a sibling, the demise of a brother, wasn’t something she could even process. How would she feel if she lost Kit or Kemper?

As she questioned how she would cope, she wondered how Kit and Kemper had handled losing her. Grant was hurt. The evidence of his pain stamped a permanent place in his hardened expression.

In addition to losing his brother Scott, Grant had worried about her. The way he handled her now, as if he loved her but intentionally kept some distance between them, broke her heart. She’d caused him unnecessary pain and heartache. Wasn’t it enough that he’d been forced to see his brother die by the very drug she’d chosen to insert into her veins?

How could she have been so self-centered? How could she have been so selfish to chase a superficial high that always failed to fully satisfy?

What kind of woman hurt the very men who’d taught her how to love?