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He couldn’t imagine his home without her here. Like Mike, Bye realized his mom was the heart and soul of the Bar C even though Four was undeniably the face and muscle. As he stood on the porch he said a silent prayer that the doctors would be able to restore Mom’s health and that she’d soon be home again, taking care of everybody the way she always did.

He imagined someday he’d bring a woman home, and he wondered if she’d win over everybody’s love the way Mom obviously had.

Why was it when he thought about bringing a woman home to stay, he pictured Karen? If he ever brought her home it would cause havoc, maybe even bloodshed considering the well-known propensity of her male relatives to shoot first and ask question later.

Bye laughed out loud. This was no time to think about bringing a lover home to meet Mom. He wasn’t planning to settle down for a long time yet, and he intended to enjoy every minute of his freedom—including the ménage with her that he and Jack had planned.

Chapter Two

Raucous laughter rang out from the Neon Lasso’s public playroom. Someone had turned the volume up on Buck’s vintage-style Wurlitzer jukebox, and almost as though on cue, Faith Hill’s distinctive voice came on, belting out
She’s a Wild One
as Karen walked through the door.

Might as well admit it, Karen. You’re looking forward to playing with Bye.

Every nerve in her body was on fire. She glanced around the room, searching for the hooded Dom who’d called at the office and said he’d meet her here. She didn’t see him, but she saw her office partner Jack Duval motioning for her to join him at the bar. Never mind that every sub she’d heard talking about Jack had said he was deliciously scary—hardcore was the favorite description. He looked the part, all right, decked out in a black leather body harness with silver studs and buckles.

His high-and-tight buzz cut that looked so military-competent in court gave a totally different impression when paired with club attire instead of a business suit. The black stubble on top of his head contrasted with freshly shaved sides and back that looked as smooth as her pussy. It, and the large silver hoop he wore in his left ear, gave him a rough-edged look, like a biker dude or maybe a pirate.

Omigod! She’d never have believed it, but the lawyer she’d thought was buttoned-up Ivy League all the way had a wicked-looking dagger tattooed on his upper right arm. The reds, yellows and blues in the intricate design had faded enough to indicate he’d had the tat for a good long while.

Karen took a deep breath, reminding herself this was just Jack, the only other lawyer practicing in tiny Caden, Texas. And he was her friend.

His long, slender fingers wrapped around the Coke he sipped intermittently while he paid close attention to a Dom wielding a flogger over the back and ass of a naked male sub who was kneeling in front of him and sucking his cock. Karen couldn’t help wondering if Jack swung both ways. She didn’t think Bye did.

Where was he? Karen looked around again, more carefully this time. Bye wasn’t here. She looked toward the door, expecting him to walk through at any minute.

“Looking for your big, rich cowboy? You won’t find him down here.” Jack grinned, showing straight white teeth as he gave her the once-over. “He’s waiting for us in the private playroom upstairs.”

“Us?” A cold shiver of fear ran down Karen’s spine. Or was it excitement?

“Yeah, us. He thought you deserved a special treat after what you did with him the other night. We figured that two men pleasuring a woman is bound to beat one. Are you ready?” Jack’s voice seemed different from that of her matter-of-fact office mate. He sounded more intense, and the look in his dark eyes framed with a black half mask seemed to be mocking her, daring her to join him in what she imagined would be the most intense sexual experience of her life.

She wasn’t sure. She’d never gone to the private upstairs chamber where scenes could be played out yet seen down here on a screen that now was black. “Are we going to entertain everybody down here?”

“Not tonight, you hot little exhibitionist. We’re about to enjoy an old-fashioned ménage a trois, just you and me and the big, rich boy who won’t admit it but is scared shitless that I might want to fuck him as much as I want you.” Jack held out his hand. “No audience. Just a private sexfest for the three of us. My rules. Caden does a good Dom, but he’s a player. It’s not in his blood.”

“So what is in his blood?” Karen asked, curious as she saw Jack considering his friend with some compassion in his eyes, as well as the shrewdness she knew made him a good lawyer.

“He’d kill me for saying it, but I think Bye’s a traditionalist. He’s looking for love, family…all the things his mother has taught him are worth valuing. Those things matter to him. He’s just going to have to figure out how not to be the spoiled rich kid under the shadow of his hard-edged asshole of a father and become the man he wants to be. Not just a player in every aspect of his life.”

Karen shook her head. “How are we going to do this ménage? Who’s going to call the shots?”

“I’ll be in charge.” Jack made that crystal clear. “You’ll speak only when I give you permission, and come only on my command. I’ll lay odds you’ve never been fucked as thoroughly as we’re going to fuck you tonight. Are you game?”

Her pussy creamed at the idea of being pleasured by two hot Doms, even though Jack’s warnings should’ve sent her running for cover. “I’m game. Are you?” It disappointed her a little that they wouldn’t be projected on the big screen because it added to her pleasure, knowing others were watching and getting off. Karen understood that Bye probably wouldn’t want everyone in the Neon Lasso to see the three of them playing, particularly if he was going to leave off the concealing hood. Being with Bye and seeing his handsome face was enough of a prize to make up for knowing no one else would see them.

“Yeah, I’m game. Let’s go.” When Jack moved from the barstool to take her hand, she couldn’t help the trepidation she felt when she noticed his cock straining against a leather-and-metal Gates of Hell, a surprisingly large weapon jutting out from his slender, compact body. His crotch was shaved as smooth as the sides of his head, and he had another dagger tattooed directly above his cock, just like the one on his arm, only smaller. Jack in his Dom mode made her distinctly uncomfortable. She was glad Bye would be there to protect her.

She hadn’t seen Bye Caden much since high school, and she’d only played with him the one time, but something inside her sensed he wouldn’t allow her to come to any harm.

* * * * *

This private dungeon was as well equipped for BDSM scenes as any Bye had seen in his visits to high-dollar clubs in Dallas and Houston, although it was painfully evident that Buck hadn’t put much effort into making what probably used to be an upstairs storeroom or hideout visually sensual. As Jack had suggested, he knelt, naked, in the middle of a steel bed that occupied the center of the room and took in the rough-hewn, unpainted walls and scuffed hardwood floorboards. The sleek bed with its chrome accessories looked out of place in the middle of a room that seemed on first glance more like an ill-equipped line shack than a first-class torture chamber.

Bye’s gaze swept the chains and pulleys and restraints attached to tall, sturdy-looking bedposts. Jack had laid out an array of toys and condoms on a rickety table, the only other piece of furniture in the room. A ball gag, a vibrating dildo and a hefty butt plug caught his eye before his gaze settled on a mean-looking flogger with steel tips on each of the leather tails. Ordinarily not big on playing with toys, Bye figured he might learn something new about pleasuring his partners, but he didn’t much like the idea of that flogger marring Karen’s soft, smooth skin.

He looked up at the video camera whose lens he’d covered with a heavy black drape. Apparently Buck had rigged the camera to be turned on remotely so customers downstairs could watch the upstairs action, but he and Jack had agreed earlier that they weren’t going to be the Neon Lasso’s featured entertainment tonight. A trio of floodlights beaming down on him from a fixed bracket on the far wall bathed him in hot, white light.

Because Jack had made it clear he was to wait on the bed, Bye crawled back in position there, noting that the scratchy sheet wasn’t anywhere near the quality he was used to feeling on his body. Hell, for the price of belonging to the club, one would think Buck could at least spring for better linens. A fine sheen of sweat dampened his skin and the floodlights made him feel slightly uncomfortable, a little vulnerable.

It wasn’t that Bye minded being nude. After all, he’d spent plenty of time that way in high school and college locker rooms. He’d chosen to play buck naked tonight because the leather trappings Jack had donned earlier struck him as posturing. Bye Caden didn’t posture. Besides being heir to the biggest spread in this part of Texas, he was big and hard-muscled. He felt no need to embellish what nature had provided him. Without the hood and chaps he wore when he played downstairs, he felt free—uninhibited and ready for a night of down-and-dirty pleasure. When he heard the door opening, he looked down at his dick, already hard, throbbing and primed for play.

He glanced at Jack then zeroed in on their playmate. God but she looked hot. Her dark hair fell loosely around her shoulders. He focused on her lips that were full and ripe, perfect for sucking cock. She looked at him, smiled and dropped her see-through blouse and skirt to pool at her feet. He almost wished she hadn’t, because she looked hotter in it than she did with it off—almost like a much-wanted present whose wrappings didn’t conceal what was inside.

Staring pointedly at his erection, she licked her red, fuckable lips in a way that had blood rushing out of his brain as she stood there wearing nothing but black stilettos and a tiny G-string. The skimpy covering hid nothing but drew his attention to the pale-pink pussy that had starred in his dreams ever since he’d first discovered it the other night. It looked just as soft and smooth now as it had in those erotic dreams.

His mouth watered and he’d have said so if they hadn’t agreed Jack would orchestrate this scene. After all, although Bye was a practiced Dom, he was a novice at ménages. While he wasn’t willing to cede total control to his obviously more experienced playmate, he didn’t mind playing by Jack’s rules. Growing harder by the minute, his patience sorely tested, he kept his place on his knees, his upper body braced on his outstretched arms and his head tilted up so he could meet his lover’s lascivious gaze.

“Get up on the bed with your big cowboy, beautiful.” Jack’s dominance must have been obvious to Karen, who looked away from Bye as she moved onto the bed and shot a questioning gaze at Jack, who was moving closer. With practiced efficiency he laid her on her back and positioned her for their mutual pleasure. Bye swallowed hard when handcuffs and leg shackles closed around her delicate wrists and ankles. It was somehow different, watching Jack do what he himself had done many times, and he found himself wanting to set her free. He’d like to rely on her willingness to submit to his sensual torture without restraints. But in this scene he figured she’d resist until passion wore down her inhibitions and had her writhing with extreme arousal.

She strained against her bonds but they held her fast. Jack adjusted the chains until he had her arms and legs spread wide the way he wanted them. Then he looked over at Bye. “Go ahead, play with her breasts. I can see you want to.”

Bye leaned over Karen, taking first one taut nipple and then the other into his mouth and nipping her lightly with his teeth. She tasted good and smelled better, like honey and cream and some light, erotic scent that made him crazy.

“That’s it, suck her hard.” Jack stood by the bed, unbuckling and removing the Gates of Hell Bye guessed he must have put on for visual effect since the device pretty much eliminated a wearer’s ability to use his dick for play. He jacked his own dick while noting that Jack was rock hard too, his flesh darkened and still constricted by the chrome cock ring that held his body harness in place.

Bye moved up Karen’s body and claimed her mouth, keenly aware that his own rigid erection was nestled in the damp, warm embrace of her pussy lips. He felt her strain upward as though she wanted him to claim her weeping cunt. “Not yet, baby,” he whispered against her lips.

Jack was on the bed now, straddling Karen’s face. His dick pressed disturbingly against Bye’s forehead. “Let me have her mouth unless you want to take my cock up your virgin ass.”

Bye moved fast to obey that command. Jack could have Karen’s mouth. He’d enjoy her delectable body. He slid lower, enjoying the sensation of sliding his skin against her soft, smooth body. When he glanced in the mirror on the ceiling, he saw her lick Jack’s balls before taking his cock between her lips. Bye could practically feel her sucking their partner’s cock while he pumped in and out and she deep-throated him.

Incredibly aroused at the erotic vision, Bye cupped her breasts briefly then moved lower. He needed desperately to taste her cunt while she was tasting Jack.

Recalling how good she was at giving head, Bye felt deprived for a minute, but when he ripped away her G-string and sucked her swollen clit between his teeth, he lapped up her honey and forgot his momentary jealousy. Sweet yet a little salty, her cunt tempted him to burrow in and sip the hot evidence of her arousal. She whimpered a little when he let go of her breasts but sighed when he lifted her ass and gave him a better angle to penetrate her with his tongue.

She imagined the camera was rolling, capturing the scene she pictured in her mind. Herself, helpless to the pleasure while a dark and dangerous lover straddled her face and fucked her mouth while a big, rugged cowboy Dom tongue-fucked her cunt and spread her ass cheeks to play with her rear entrance. Would Bye fuck her there?

Oh God. He couldn’t. He had the biggest cock she’d ever seen. He’d split her in two. She sucked Jack harder. Though smaller, he was no lightweight, either. The idea of Bye fucking her cunt while Jack ass-fucked her fascinated her almost as much as it scared her.