“My turn.” Hank curled his big palms over the tops of her thighs above her knees and hammered into her.
As much as Lainie loved the driving force of his thrusts, she needed direct contact with her clit. “Touch me.”
“Eventually.” Kyle toyed with her ni**les. Dragging his rough knuckles up and down her damp skin until that skin quivered beneath his roving touch. Flirting with her bikini line, but his fingers never breached the curls covering her mound.
Lainie made a disgruntled noise.
Then Kyle’s grinning face was inches from hers. “Still bored?”
Hank laughed.
Somehow she stopped herself from cursing at both of them.
A slippery finger skated across her clit. She gasped as it happened again, but on a slower pass. A more thorough pass.
Then it stopped.
Dammit. She moaned and thrashed, to no avail.
Hank grunted and stroked two more times, shoving deep on the last plunge. “Fuck.”
Lainie felt his c**k lengthen inside her. Even through the condom she felt the pulses of his c**k head jerking against her swollen tissues. She bore down on him, hoping that extra stimulation would kick her into orgasm.
“Jesus, Lainie, keep doin’ that.”
She squeezed and released. Hank emitted a whimpering moan she’d never heard before, which made her forget about her own lack of orgasm and focus on giving him one that would utterly blow his mind.
He slowed. Stilled. Hank pulled out, dropped to his knees, and settled his mouth over her clit at the same time Kyle licked her nipple.
“You’ve been very obedient,” Kyle murmured as he pressed her br**sts together to tongue both her ni**les at the same time. “We should reward that.”
“Yes. God. Yes. Please.”
Hank’s lips nipped at the flesh surrounding her clit. A teasing scrape of his teeth. Then he suctioned his mouth over the throbbing heart of her and began a full-out assault with his clever tongue.
Lainie screamed as the orgasm flattened her. Throbbing pulses zapped her body as she thrashed against the hungry mouths devouring her most intimate spots. She wanted more, and yet the stimulus was too much. The handcuff chain rattled as she attempted to jerk free to push them away.
Then the twinges faded. And stopped. She floated into a fuzzy state where sleep beckoned.
Low male voices teased the edges of her subconscious, but movement to or away from the sound was impossible. Two clicks echoed and her arms were freed. She immediately curled up on her side.
“I think we plumb wore her out.”
“I reckon you’re right. Lainie? You okay?”
“Tired. Just wanna rest my eyes a bit.”
Two sets of hands skated over her skin. She sighed. A blanket covered her. A pillow was tucked under her head.
More male chuckles, and then nothing.
Hank made sandwiches. He ate light before an event, something he and Kyle had in common. They didn’t speak of what’d gone down with Lainie. No reason to rehash it when they’d both been there.
After they finished the food, Kyle said, “What happened with Barclay?”
Hank rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Somehow he got wind of the meeting I had with the EBS. It don’t take a genius-level IQ to see I’m thinking about jumping ship.” He sipped his water. “So will it bother you if I do get selected for the EBS bullfighting team?”
“Nah. They’d be fools not to choose you. You’re damn good.”
That gave Hank pause.
“When you talked to Bryson Westfield with the EBS, did he ask if you’d competed in any of the ABA competitions?” Kyle asked.
“Actually, yes, he did.”
“Not surprised. Bryson believes those kinds of competition separate the men from the boys. The wheat from the chaff. The cream rises to the top and all those lame-ass sayings that he’ll bore you to f**kin’ tears with if you let him ramble on.” Kyle fussed with the brim of his hat. “Have you entered any of them bullfighting showcases?”
“Yeah, I just don’t advertise it much.”
“Because you lost?”
“No. I’ve done well. It’s just not my thing.”
Kyle frowned at him. “Why not?”
Hank struggled to explain. “Don’t get me wrong. The guys I work with in the CRA are great. But I don’t live close enough to anyone to work out the details of competing as a bullfighting team when I’m running a ranch during the week. So that leaves me in the freestyle form. Not my fave.”
“Am I to take that as saying Hank Lawson’s competitive streak has mellowed?”
Fuck no. Especially where Lainie was concerned. “That’s another reason why I don’t like to compete in those showcases. For me, squaring off against a bull is business. I’m there to save bull riders. Period.”
“Knowing the EBS, they’ll offer to pay you very well to save riders.”
“I wasn’t hedging when I told Lyle Barclay I haven’t decided.”
“Does Lainie know about the potential gig with the EBS?”
Hank shook his head. He got the vibe that working the EBS circuit wasn’t her first choice.
“Speaking of Lainie . . .”
Hank’s head snapped up at Kyle’s not-so-casual tone. “What about her?”
“Tomorrow night she’s mine. You had her in your bed for a night. I get equal time, remember?”
“We’re still in Gillette tomorrow night. What am I supposed to do on your ‘special’ night with her? Sleep in the bunk with my iPod cranked? Pretend you guys ain’t even here? How about tonight? I could hang out with the guys for a few hours.”