Bang the Blower (Country Roads 3)

Hank’s eyes were as cold as ice, but they softened when he approached the bed. She’d been with Hank when he was in one of his dark moods, and this was definitely one of those times. She wondered what had happened while they were downstairs.

Hank sank to the mattress and studied her face. He looked as if he wanted to kiss her, but at the same time, he appeared troubled, as if something or someone delivered news set to destroy the hard man living under a confident surface.

“Are you okay?” she asked, twisting and turning about.

“The question is,” Duke began, standing at the end of the bed, “are you okay?”

“I’m swell,” she said, wishing she could call foul about right now. “If there were a couple of better-looking cowboys around to play with me, I’d make you regret leaving me here with a job half-started.”

“Oh I don’t know,” Hank drawled. “I believe we did a pretty good job of getting you all worked up, submissive one. What do you think, Duke?”

Duke rubbernecked, tilting his head so he could stare at her pussy. “She’s glistening like a movie star’s diamond studs.”

She pursed her lips and her nostrils flared. “I’ve had about all the teasing a woman can stand.”

Duke loosened the ties at one ankle and then the other. With a quick yank, her legs were free. She swallowed hard when she tried to bring her legs together. “See what you’ve done?”

“Your physical therapist says you need to stretch daily.”

“I don’t think he had this in mind when he talked to you about a daily regime,” she bit out.

Duke helped her bring her legs closer together, but before her knees touched, he positioned himself on the bed and grabbed hold of her thighs, holding her legs at bay. “Don’t complain, honey. It’s unbecoming.”

“It’s unbecoming to leave a woman tied to a bed without a stitch of clothing to cover her!”

“You loved it,” Hank whispered across her lips. Reaching above her head, he unhooked the pulleys and freed her arms.

Duke removed the dildo and thrust his tongue between her folds as quickly as he tossed the toy. She released a sigh of relief, bucking against his lips. At the same time, Hank cupped her breast, tweaking her nipple with his thumb, rolling the little bud in a circular motion.

This was why she’d never been able to move on without the Hinmans. They held extraordinary power over her body. They owned her heart.

One touch, and she was melted butter. One lick, and she was pure cream. She could literally come on contact, particularly after they’d left her alone to anticipate the forthcoming activities.

Her next breath caught in her chest as Hank’s mouth hovered over hers. Duke’s full lips occupied her intimate ones, and each man kissed her with an unforgettable tongue.

Hank’s tongue made a claiming like never before, and their kiss was deep and passionate, hot and enticing. Duke’s mouth petitioned for a climax that was bound to come. He dove between her folds, lapping at her so rapidly she could’ve sworn the devil made him do it.

Sipping at her lips, he moaned as he plunged inside her, twirling his tongue higher and higher, providing her with the most intimate kiss a man could possibly offer his woman. “There,” he whispered, nudging a finger into place. “Here,” he crooned, adding another two.

“Oh God, Hank, it’s so good.”

“Hank, hell,” Duke grumbled, covering her entire opening with his mouth as he ate her pussy, jerking his head from side to side as his tongue went to work with a new speed. Oh, heaven help her. Now, she was close.

And just when she was about to explode, Duke towered over her and without a second to spare, he grabbed Hank’s goodie bag, ripped a foil packet with his teeth, suited up in record time, and rammed inside her.

“Fuck, yeah,” he breathed as soon as he gained his seated position.

The strokes were quick and heavenly. She turned away from Hank’s lips, and he held her head so he could look into her eyes as Duke screwed her. “Feels good, doesn’t it, my little submissive?”

“Oh God, yes,” she breathed, locking her legs behind Duke’s back.

Hank’s fingers scraped over her nipple. He fisted his cock and, staying to the left of her head, he dropped his dick between her lips, feeding her an inch at a time.

Now she couldn’t cry out as Duke rode her. She couldn’t tell him what she needed, or demand more than what he was willing to give.

“That’s it,” Hank crooned. “Show me how much you like sucking cock. Make me a believer.”

Her tongue wrapped around Hank’s thick dick while Duke pounded inside her, his penis thrumming inside her walls as she clenched and closed around him. She tried to use her inner muscles to keep Duke lodged between her folds, but he was breaking down her defenses.