Beau’s words about him stroking his cock to the noises next door had heat rushing to my face and wetness coating my thighs and Dylan’s groin. “Maybe she needs something else to do with her mouth,” Dylan panted. “Damn, Baby Girl, you feel perfect. So damn perfect.” He lifted my hips up and then thrust up to meet me, and I swear my eyes rolled so far back I saw my ancestors. “You concentrate on your boy, and I’ll make you feel good.”
God yes. I reached out and grabbed Frankie’s hips, pulling him closer. I ran my hands down the smooth lines of his abs. I thanked god that I decided to be a bull rider which meant I had great core muscles and balance as I propped one hand on his hip and wrapped the other around his cock, moisture already pooling on its tip. When I slid him past my lips his whole body shuddered and I smiled. Well, as much as I could smile with a mouth full of cock. I suctioned my lips around his dick and slid him as far as I could until I hit my gag reflex. Then I slid him back out and then down again, his groans like music to my ears. His hips bucked in time, and before too long he held my cheeks as he slid in and out of my mouth in time with Dylan’s thrust until I was a groaning mess. Suspended between them, my body wringing pleasure from theirs until we were a writhing mass of hedonism.
“Tessa,” Frankie groaned. “God, Querida. Eu te amo. I’m going to come.” He pulled out and came over my neck and breasts in hot spurts, his head thrown back as he groaned out my name. Dylan pounded into me earnestly, his dick hitting all the right spots over and over until my second, -or was it third?- orgasm of the night had me screaming his name. I clenched around him hard, and he slammed upwards as he came with ragged thrusts. He held me still as he filled me, his groans a symphony.
Dylan’s body went lax, and I collapsed forward, his cock slipping from my body. I panted, trying to catch my breath.
“Holy hell,” I groaned, trying to not let the cum dripping from my body get on the bed sheets. The cleaners didn’t need that. Frankie pulled me to my feet, and swept me up into his arms. “Come on, beautiful. Let’s get you clean so I can dirty you up again.”
Dylan laughed from where he was still panting on the bed, his body glistening with sweat. “Have fun.”
Frankie was a man of his word. He’d cleaned me up and then fucked me into the shower wall until I didn’t know my own name.
A girl could really, really get used to this.
20
Looking Branch and Beau in the eye the next morning sent my face redder than a baboon's butt. Beau gave me a knowing look and a wink. Branch looked like he wanted to tie me to a bed somewhere and make me forget every other dick except his.
Thanks to some kind of divine intervention, no one mentioned it though. We went to a diner for breakfast, and made the waitress almost swallow her tongue at the sight of them. We all ate too much and talked about the coming day. Branch had a thing with the promoters, Beau wanted to pick up some more supplies and Frankie was going to see his cousin up in Denver.
That left me with Dylan, and the excited look in his eyes had me both excited and nervous. I hadn’t spent a lot of time alone with Dylan, and he was right. I did have a long and complex history with the other three guys. Dylan was a fresh start, more like building a relationship from the very beginning rather than adding a new facet to an old friendship. It made me nervous that I’d screw it up.
When I’d asked what I should wear on our first date, he’d said I should put on sneakers and whatever else I was comfortable in.
So I was dressed in an oversized Rolling Stones t-shirt that I’d stolen from Frankie years ago but was my favorite, a pair of yoga pants, a WBRP ballcap and my nikes. I looked like I was one pumpkin spice latte away from being a basic bitch.
Beau shook his head. “I can’t take you seriously without your hat, Nugget. You’ve worn a Stetson every day since you were four. You look like you should still be in high school or something dressed like that.”
I pointed my fork at him. “Pretty sure that makes you a pervert, Beau Larkin.”
He waggled his eyebrows and I couldn’t help but laugh. Branch had his arm along the back of the booth and me tucked tightly into his side. Frankie's hand was on my thigh as he spooned his eggs into his mouth with the other.
The elderly waitress noticed the position of their hands, because not much got past a good waitress, and her eyes nearly bugged out of her head. I resisted the urge to shift out of their hold so she wouldn’t think I was some kind of whore.
Then I decided it didn’t fucking matter what anyone else thought, and ignored her scandalised looks as she refilled everyone’s coffee but mine. Sorry lady, but more caffeine wasn’t going to make any difference to my promiscuity. Well, I guess I’d have more energy for mass orgies and shit, so maybe it did.
When we left, I dropped a twenty on the table for her anyway. Kill them with kindness, that’s what Branch’s mom had always told me. It was hard to be a bigot when you were in their face and giving them compliments instead of venom. It reflected their own ugliness back at them like a mirror. I wasn’t sure that was true, but I’d followed the principle for most of my life. Well, most of the time. I was only human and there were a lot of seriously stupid people out there.
Frankie’s cousin Lucia stopped by the hotel to pick up Frankie, three of her five kids in the back of her minivan, and I waved. I like Lucia and her family, but visiting her house was like going into a fun house of savages. They were cute but the last time I was there, her third oldest had bit me. Frankie still thought it was hilarious. So I was happy enough to wave them goodbye, and I swear the biter kid eyed me like Hannibal Lector.
Branch and Beau headed into Denver and that just left me and Dylan. I handed him the keys to my truck and he held the door open as I climbed into the passenger seat. I was actually really excited. “Are you going to tell me where we are going yet?”
He shook his head and laughed. “Nope.”
Dylan drove us out of the suburban areas into the foothills of the Rocky Mountains. Houses got fewer and further in between and I sang along to classic rock songs. We talked about bull riding, because honestly, what else would we talk about, and he told me he got started riding broncs but he liked the thrill of riding bulls. He started young, hell we all started young, on his family's horse ranch. It was such a familiar story, one you heard time and time again on the circuit. I guess we were a special breed, some would say devoid of the good sense God gave us, but I didn’t care. I loved it.
“What about you? How’d you get started? Do you remember your first ride?” My heart seized in my chest as I remembered that day. “Yeah, I remember. It was like flying. Finally being free. I had to sneak and do it, convinced some poor kid to sign up in my place. Branch knew, or was at least suspicious. And Beau was my ropeman, but he didn’t know it at the time. When I wiped out, you should have seen their faces. I was pretty sure Branch wanted to strangle me.” I didn’t expand on what happened afterwards. I didn’t want to ruin the day. So much happiness and sadness was rolled up in my memories of that day.
“You guys were good friends back then, hey?” I hesitated. We were closer than friends, we’d grown up basically as siblings until we hit puberty. Then Branch had been a teenage asshole and Beau had become someone I dreamed about kissing instead of pushing in the mud. I guess, if I looked back, we were bonded. We fought with each other as much as we had each other's backs. “Yeah, I guess you could say that. We didn’t always get on, especially when the guys had girlfriends. But we were fiercely loyal. I punched Luanne Schmidt when she’d called Beau a bastard whose mama didn’t even want him. Broke my thumb too.” I grinned at the memory. It was worth it. No one talked that way about my Beau, even if he had been dating Luanne’s best friend Tina and hadn’t talked to me in a month because Tina said he wasn’t allowed. “Branch once got suspended from high school for punching the quarterback in the face when he said he would nail me in the bathroom for a bet, but he wasn’t gay and didn’t fuck boys.” I shook my head. Branch had told me that it was my fault James McCoy had said that about me because I was always running around in boots and dirty jeans instead of dresses like the other girls. I told him if he wanted to get under a skirt, than half the cheerleading team wanted to fuck him, so he could get the hell out of my face. “Branch and I had an explosive kind of friendship, and Beau was always the mediator. Always the buffer between our two hot heads. They made my childhood something worth remembering anyway,” I said to Dylan back in the present.