Acres, Natalie - Sex Club [Cowboy Sex 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (55 page)

“And…”

She flipped over and caught him unexpectedly. His hand fell against her mound. She grinned. A light of surprise flashed in his eyes. “The massage afterward made it all worthwhile.”

“Good,” he said, rubbing her pussy.

His hand swept across her intimate knoll. His fingers played, dipping lower but not quite low enough, at least not at first. Finally, the digits disappeared between her folds but never swept as high as she’d like them.

She spread her legs and said, “Don’t let me stop you.” Widening her hips, she bit down on her forefinger and quietly added, “No one has to know.”

“That’s not how your training works, doll.”

“Bailey, do you have any idea how many days it’s been since I’ve been fucked?”

She placed her hand on his leg. Then she rolled her wrist and playfully walked her fingers toward his crotch. Once she flattened her palm against his cock, he held her wrist and pushed down on her hand. “Do I feel like a man who has enjoyed plenty of sex since I’ve been out to sea?”

“Like I said,” she whispered. “No one has to know.”

He buried his fingers inside her folds and, in a spooning motion, twirled them around at a slow speed. “You have no idea how much I want to drop my mouth to your cunt and eat from you like you’re my personal cupboard.”

She whimpered as he fingered her, noticing Graham as soon as he walked out on deck. “I have an appetite for something other than food, too.” He traipsed toward them. “And your come-on lines need some work, Bailey.”

Bailey snarled. “Ansley and I were getting along just fine without your sidebar comments.”

Graham winked at Ansley. “Morning, sweetheart.” He pecked her lips and then her nipple. “Mmm, now this is the way I like to start my morning.”

“Me, too,” she purred, rolling her tongue over her bottom lip. “Where’s Elliott? He’s about to miss all the fun.”

“Poking around in the kitchen,” he replied, staring at her pussy.

She arched a brow and reached for her clit. “I need some help here, Graham.”

“I don’t think so,” he said, grabbing her wrist. “You cut us off for a few days. You can wait a few hours.”

“Hours?”

“Tristan has plans. I saw him downstairs working on some soft binds for the bed. I can’t let you step out of line yet.” Graham brought her hands to his lips. Sucking her middle finger between his lips, he twirled his tongue around the digit. “Yes, ma’am. It’s going to be a wonderful day at sea. Once Tristan has you all tied up and secured to the bed, I may go scuba diving.”

“What?” she screeched. “You can’t tie me up and leave me, Graham.”

“Why not?”

“I’m not on land.”

“And your point is?” Bailey asked, watching her as if he were fully entertained.

“Well, I—well, you just can’t.”

“She doesn’t have a point,” Graham said. “Besides, none of us are going against Tristan this morning. He’s in charge today. I think your distance drove him a little crazy.”

“I thought I was supposed to be in charge today,” she teased, ready for a little more punishment. The spanking was uncomfortable at first, but now she was ready to go again. The paddling aroused her, and if she could convince them she needed another one, surely one of them would fuck her after they worked her into a heightened form of arousal.

As the men talked, she settled her back against the cushion and closed her eyes. The morning air was warm, but her skin was hot enough to sizzle butter. She felt as if someone had taken a flare to her bottom, stuck a spark inside her pussy, and lit a fire inside her walls that could only be contained one way. She needed a long, stout hose, spraying away the pain with an exquisite release guaranteed to bring everyone involved plenty of pleasure.

She smiled at the image she created, and then, as if out of nowhere, she made her desires known. “I want all of you to fuck me today. And I want the loving done without condoms.”

Elliott joined them. He stood back, observing, acting as if he were too interested in processing what he’d just heard rather than to add anything to the sensitive conversation unfolding.

She waggled her fingers toward him, and he mimicked her silly little wave. “Morning, gorgeous.”

“You want it done without rubbers, do ya?” Graham asked, arching a brow. “That little order sounded like it just fell from a country girl’s lips.”

She rose to a seated position and draped her arms over his back. “You can take the girl out of the country, but the country will live forever in this girl’s heart.”

“I know that’s right,” Graham said, kissing her.

As his lips met hers, he relaxed against her. There was something different in the kiss, and Ansley wanted to explore all of her men then. She needed to see if they, too, offered a softer kiss, a more intimate meeting of mouths.

She backed away from Graham and caught Elliott by the arm, dragging him toward her. His mouth greeted hers, and they shared a sweet and passionate kiss. Elliott was always easy on the lips, but this kiss was certainly gentle.

After their lips parted, she returned to Bailey. She ducked under his arm. He barricaded her between his body and the white metal rail. Rubbing her breasts against his bare chest, she stretched her neck in hopes of landing another special smooch.

“I could get used to watching sunrises like this,” he whispered, grinding his cock against her pussy.

“Kiss me, Bailey,” she said, tilting her chin upward right as the sun peered over the horizon.

He framed her face and followed her request, rubbing his mouth against hers until her lips parted. He casually lapped at her tongue but didn’t greedily devour her. When their kiss ended, he let out a sigh. “So you want to get pregnant?”

“Does that bother you?”

“Not at all.” Nuzzling her, he asked, “Are you sure you’re ready to be a mom?”

“Yes,” she replied. “I’ll be a good mom. I promise.”

“I believe you,” he said. “But I think there’s a right time for everything. We have years to discuss this.”

“But what if I want to talk about it now?”

“We will. Soon,” Bailey promised.

“Soon, what?” Tristan asked, returning with a fruit tray.

“I want children,” Ansley announced.

“Everything you want will always be open for discussion,” Tristan said, setting aside the tray.

She noticed a deep sadness in his eyes. He didn’t say much more on the topic. In fact, an hour later, she had a sneaking suspicion she was being punished for bringing up children in the first place.

* * * *

“Okay, I give up! Do you hear me? Whatever you’re doing out there, I promise you’d have a better time if you’d let me play, too!” Ansley yanked her binds and wiggled her feet. “Hey! Is anyone out there?”

The boat rocked. Other than the sounds of nature, the angry sea pounding at the bottom of the yacht, she heard nothing.

“All right! Let’s get this clear right now! I am not—do you hear me—I’m not happy! That was part of the plan, remember? What happened to that, Tristan? Hmm? You said my happiness is important! You said I’d never be alone!” She quickly hushed and thinned her lips. The boat remained quiet.

Had they left her on this boat alone? Had they unhooked that little orange raft-type boat and abandoned ship? If so, it must’ve been because she’d mentioned unprotected sex. What else could make a man duck and run for cover? Fatherhood. Yep. That was what blew their moment. Her men were running scared.

As her mind spun with possibilities, she studied the scarves and binds securing her to the bed. Tristan acted disgruntled after he discovered the yacht wasn’t appropriately stocked with playthings. He’d openly grumbled about only coming up with a paddle, lube, one nipple clamp, and lots of rope, all of which he’d rolled in silk scarves and other material he’d taken from a drawer in the galley.

Apparently, the previous yacht owner had someone in the family who liked to sew. According to Bailey, there were several drawers packed with fabric. Maybe Ansley would take up a new hobby while they were out to sea.

She narrowed her gaze on the door. She knew of at least four hobbies she could have if they’d bring their cocky asses back down to her stateroom!

“I’ll play nice! I swear it!” she exclaimed. “You can even wear rubbers if you want!”

She strained to listen, hoping to hear one of their voices. Right after they’d tied her up, they’d made a racket above her, playing a game—maybe shuffleboard or horseshoes—and now they were what? Hiding without someone to seek them?

Her heart ticked a little faster. The apprehension stirring within was like riding a roller coaster. One minute she was satisfied that her arms were spread wide and nothing big was happening, the next she was spiraling downhill, convinced there would soon be an alarming surprise, a twist or turn bound to make her heart jump.

Yanking her arms a few inches from the bedpost, she stretched her neck, turning to the left and then the right. If she could just figure out how to free herself, then she could sneak up on them and show them. A woman’s strong will always provided a way.

“I need to work on my tan, guys!”

Nothing. Not a footstep, an annoying shuffle, nada.

Now, she was slightly concerned. She should’ve at least heard muffled voices.

Again, her mind returned to the ugly boat the yacht lugged around on its stern. They’d deserted her. That’s what had happened! They’d gone ashore without her! That’s when the truth smacked her in the face.

At least once, every last one of them had left her behind. By George, she planned to speak with them about this once they returned.

Chapter Thirty-Five

“Have you seen enough?” Tristan asked, turning to the others.

“About all I can stand,” Elliott said, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“She has no idea that we’re watching her, does she?” Graham asked.

“Probably not,” Tristan replied. “I couldn’t find the hidden camera. I doubt she has.”

“We should probably go down there,” Bailey pointed out. “She’s been alone for about an hour. When you’re tied up and at someone’s mercy, it can seem like eternity.”

“How would you know?” Tristan asked, smirking.

“It’s not like that. I just know Ansley. She’s frightened.”

Tristan stalked to the stairs. “I don’t want her afraid. The whole point of leaving her down there was to heighten awareness and instill anticipation.”

Graham followed behind him. “If I know Ansley, she’s liable to fuck our lights out once we join her.”

Tristan picked up his pace, sprinting down the stairs. “I hope you’re right.”

He swung the doors open and watched her from across the room. The others went to her, hurriedly untying the ropes binding her, but her gaze stilled on him. His mouth dried as he observed them freeing her, pampering her.

“You left me,” she accused.

Tristan approached her. “We were upstairs.”

“You weren’t here with me. You’re supposed to make me feel safe. How can I feel that if all of you are always leaving me behind?”

“You were only alone for an hour,” Bailey told her carefully.

“The length of time doesn’t matter. The point is—I was alone and scared.”