"We won't let you down, baby." He held her up with one arm, his other moving so his fingers could find Pack's.
"No. No, you won't. Oh, fuck."
His fingers found Packer's, the man's callused fingertips drawing little circles around her swollen clit. Adrian grinned, knowing that had to be driving his girl crazy. She was wet as could be, and not from the shower. He flicked gently over the tip of that sweet little bundle of nerves, barely teasing, and Calleigh jerked like he'd touched her with a live wire.
"She's ready to go off like a rocket, Chook."
He slowed down, eased off, loving the needy whimper that got him. Packer chuckled, and he could feel those fingers move, pushing down a little.
"Y'all are so fucking mean." Calleigh sounded desperate.
"No, luv." Pack hummed. "We're just making it last."
"And last and last." He nudged her clit again, carefully, knowing it wasn't enough.
"Ades!" She all but climbed his body, with Packer offering just enough support to steady them.
Adrian grinned. "Yeah, baby girl?"
"I'll beat your ass. Make me come, y'all."
"Mmm. Want to see that." Packer's fingers slipped inside Calleigh's body.
"Mmm... me come or me beat his ass?" Calleigh's hips started to rock.
"Both, luv."
He would swear he could feel Pack's breath on their skin.
"Oh. Oh." Her hips started moved, taking Pack's fingers, and he started working her clit.
"Calleigh..." Adrian just loved the way she rocked and panted, these little sounds coming out of her.
"Please. Please. More." Wanton woman.
"We got more, luv. Right, Adrian?"
"Right." He slid one leg farther between hers, opening her, letting Packer really push those fingers in. Wet, slick, and blazing hot -- God, he could sink himself balls deep inside her. She wasn't waiting for them, though.
She was roaring toward the finish line, humping them both, her breasts bouncing with the motion. She was fucking unbelievable. He leaned forward, mouth on her shoulder, biting down. The whole time his eyes were on Packer.
Packer grinned for him, cheeks hot, eyes sparkling. The man might not have both hands but he was making her writhe. Beautiful motherfucking man.
Calleigh cried out, jerked against him, her sweet little ass rubbing his prick. He rubbed her clit a little harder, wanting her to come for them, needing her so bad. He felt her, heard her as she came, dissolving for them.
"Fuck." Packer breathed the word, smiling at them both, looking hot as fire.
He nodded, holding her up as she shivered. Packer sat back, good hand sliding away from Calleigh's body to rub that hard prick.
"If you lie on the bed, Pack, I'll ride you,” Calleigh told Packer.
"Okay." There was no argument there, and Pack damned near killed himself getting up.
She turned in Adrian's arms, kissed him. "You too. Come to bed."
"Mmmhmm." God, yes. Like he would miss that.
Calleigh grabbed a towel and helped Pack while he turned the water off, grabbed a towel for himself. Somehow they all made it to the bed together, him and Calleigh helping Pack get settled. It would have been sweet but for Pack's amazing hard-on.
"Gonna let me ride you?"
Calleigh moved to straddle Packer and Adrian moved behind her, to support her, hold her up so they didn't hurt that broken collarbone.
Packer moaned, body moving under them, trying to find sensation.
He could smell Calleigh, and that sweet, heady scent got stronger as his girl reached down and slipped the tip of Packer's cock through her folds.
"Oh." Packer made this amazing noise, and Adrian had to smile. That and touch both of them.
"Mmmhmm." She shifted, scooted forward and then eased herself down and Packer's eyes rolled, furiously.
"Lord, luv. Adrian, get up here." Pack's good hand reached past Calleigh's hip.
"I'm right here." He scooted closer, making sure to stabilize Calleigh’s body.
"That's it. Right there." He could feel Packer now, when his prick slid down under Calleigh's ass.
"Oh." Calleigh stilled, shivered. "Y'all. Y'all..."
"Sweet luv." Pack was moving pretty hard as banged up as he was, really giving it to her.
"Packer... Feels so good. Ades..." Calleigh's head was shaking back and forth, eyes rolling.
"Mmm. Good." Adrian rocked against her, against Pack, feeling skin on skin. Bloody amazing.
"Gonna both take her one day, Chook. You and me together, loving on our sweet girl."
Adrian could feel what Packer's words did to Calleigh, as she shivered and shook.
"Yeah." He leaned against her back, hand slipping down her belly, down to her clit. "Yeah. Both of us."
Calleigh was soaking wet, blazing hot, clit swollen and begging for more attention. Adrian rubbed it in tiny circles, listening to her moan. A dull flush climbed up her belly, her nipples hard as nails as she bounced and rode. Packer was moaning, cussing, touching his hip, Calleigh's ribs. Adrian could smell them, smell both of them, and his finger moved faster.
"Ades. Oh, fuck." Both of them were calling his name. It made him fly.
Calleigh started moving faster, hands on the headboard now, driving herself back on Packer's prick.
It was like watching really good porn, only being able to participate. Man, if he could just bottle this, he could make a million. But then he'd have to share, and just the thought made him growl. Not logical, but true.
Sharing with Calleigh and Pack made sense. They were his.
Calleigh reached back, one hand wrapping around his cock, pulling hard.
"Fuck. Fuck yes." Adrian rocked faster, hoping he wasn't hurting Pack with the vibrations.
They were altogether now, in sync, moving hard.
Packer was panting, Calleigh was gasping, and Adrian thought it sounded a little like music. Maybe that was what people meant about making music together.
"Soon. Soon, y'all. Boys." Calleigh arched, rocked down hard.
"Yeah, baby girl. Come on, now." He knew Packer was ready to go, and Adrian could just wallow in them. He nipped the curve of Calleigh's shoulder and that was all it took, she hollered for them. She felt so sweet against him, shaking, her hips pushing her against his hand, against Packer's cock.
Packer growled deep in his throat, hips punching up, eyes rolling as he came.
"That's it, mate. Oh, fuck." Adrian came, too, his cock rubbing that amazing ass of Calleigh's.
Calleigh's arms trembled, barely holding her up.
"I got you, baby." He held her, helping her off to one side so no one fell on Pack.
Pack grinned at him, looking damn near melted. "Shit, that's fine."
"Yeah. Yeah. Wait until you're better. It will be killer."
Calleigh chuckled, the bruises really starting to pop up on her fine skin.
Adrian stroked her skin, his hand moving slowly. "You all right, baby?"
"I'm good."
"She's going to be sore later, Chook. You got them muscle pills?"
"I do." Adrian rolled out of bed, going to get some hot towels, some muscle relaxers, and a drink for all of them. Something fizzy. He could hear Packer talking, soft and low, and then he got back, Calleigh was curled against his side, almost asleep.
"Poor baby." Adrian bent and kissed Calleigh's neck. "Here, Calleigh. Take these and you can sleep."
"Mmm. 'm okay, Ades. Don' need 'em."
Right.
Packer rumbled, popped her butt. "Now, girl."
"Ow! Supposed to be helping, not hurting..." But she did open up like a baby bird, didn't she?
He popped the pill in, gave her a sip of water.
"That's it, luv." Packer was smitten with his girl already. He knew that tone in his cowboy's voice.
Calleigh snuggled in, cuddling with Packer, eyelids heavy. Adrian turned off lights and made sure everything was good before crawling into bed. Calleigh felt soft and good, and Packer made a happy noise.
His eyes met Packer's and they both smiled.
Better.
Much, much better.
Calleigh wandered from store to store, whistling as she moved through the crowds on the Riverwalk. God, she loved San Antonio. They had a little two day invitational down here that Ades was riding in and Pack was getting the last of the casts off. Four weeks of rehab and he'd be back on the circuit, too.
Oh, look at those shoes...
She headed in, eyes on the prettiest pair of six-inch, leopard, peep toe pumps ever. She'd just gotten the left shoe on when her cell phone rang, Ades' number coming up.
"'lo?" God, the shoes made her legs look great.
"Hey, baby girl! We have a free Packer. Where are you? We'll do lunch."
"Woo! I'm buying hooker shoes on the Riverwalk. Where are you?"
"Just back at the hotel. We could meet you. We'll take the boat taxi thing for Pack."
"Are you sure? There's a neat old Mexican restaurant right here." She let her voice drop. "I'll wear the shoes so you can see." She had a little flirty mini skirt on, one of Packer's button downs tied around her waist.
She heard a muffled conversation, then Packer laughed, loud and sexy. Adrian chuckled. "We'll be there. What's the restaurant?"
"Casa Rio. I'll be there in ten." She tried on another couple of pairs, then settled on the leopard ones. Perfect. She could feel her ass swaying from side-to-side as she moved.
"Calleigh Roberts. What are you doing here?"
She looked back, met the eyes of Brandy Collins. "Buying shoes. You?"
"I'm here with the tour, of course." The girl looked her up and down, lips pursing.
She resisted the urge to flip the little bitch off. "Make sure you cheer for my husband."
"Oh, I will." That sneer happened again.
"See ya." That was way classier than "fuck off, you little whore". Way classier. She tried hard to put the little snot out of her mind. It got way easier when she caught sight of a castless Packer heading her way.
She wolf whistled. "Look at you!"
Packer grinned, those fine lines crinkling up his face. "Look at those shoes, huh?"
She spun slowly, showing off. "Not bad, hmm?"
"Not bad doesn't cover it, baby girl." Adrian came right up and kissed her, smiling, hand on her hip.
"Mmm." One foot came up, just like in the movies.
Packer laughed, his mouth close to her ear, his hand on her butt. "Hungry?"
"Starving. You?" She met those dark, dancing eyes. "Tell me you got the all clear from the doctor."
"I did."
Ades grinned. "He's supposed to avoid heavy lifting and hardcore cardio."
"Oh, man. No doing me then..." She winked.
"Fuck that." Packer growled a little, squeezing.
"Mmm. Feed me, cowboys." Yummy. They were both more tasty than any food. They walked into the Mexican place, a middle-aged waiter seating them and serving them chips. It was amazing how much better Pack looked.
She sat beside Adrian, one peep toe sliding up Packer's leg. "So, no hardcore stuff, Pack? Shame..."
"Oh, gimme maybe two weeks of physio and I'll be right as rain." He winked.
She chuckled. "I'll just have to play with Ades and keep him busy."
"Oh, now. No one said I couldn't do something."
Adrian's ears went red a little, and he ignored Packer. "What are you going to do, baby girl?"
She leaned in, tongue on his ear. "I could ride you. I could molest your sweet bod. I could make you lick me 'til I scream..." She refused to blush, damn it. Refused to. This was the new, bolder Calleigh.
Packer chuckled. "You could tie him up."
"I could. I could warm his pretty ass."
"Y'all!" Adrian tried to protest, but he sounded more intrigued than scandalized.
"Yes, Ades?" She leaned back, winked.
"Right here. Maybe I'll decide what I want, huh?"
"Oh, Pack and I pretty much know what you want."
Packer grinned, and it was pure evil. "Better yet, we know what you need, Chook."
God, it was good to have Pack better. He'd been so down, a little sullen and a lot like he felt useless. Now? That smile promised all sorts of things for both her and Adrian.
The waiter came back with chips and two beers and a margarita and they ordered -- fajitas for the boys, a chicken taco plate for her.
"So, what's your draw tonight, Chook?" Packer munched a chip, looking so much happier.
"Bender. He's a good'un."
She had to reach over, squeeze Adrian's thigh. Ades jumped a little, then gave her a smile so warm it almost melted her. He'd gotten used to not having anyone around, she'd bet.
"I'll be in the stands, avoiding Brandy Collins and cheering loud."
Packer was the one to give her a look. "She bothering you?"
"She wants Adrian. She hates me. It's nothing."
Ades flushed, shaking his head. "I have never encouraged her, baby."
"Ades." She met his eyes. "You're the prettiest son of a bitch on tour, and that includes the Brazilians. You don't have to encourage."
Packer grinned. "She's got a point there, Chook. You're irresistible."
She nodded. "Then there's Mister Sex on a Stick Please God Fuck Me Now across the table. Also, no encouragement required."
"I've only got two hands, love, and they're both full." Packer reached out to run one finger over the back of her hand. "Promise."
"Mmm." She grinned at both of them, as happy as she'd ever been.
They both looked pretty darned happy, too. It made her warm, deep in her belly.
She leaned against Adrian a little. "Did y'all want me to make reservations for after the event or should we just wing it?"
"We should probably go ahead and wing it, love. Might not be much open."
"Works for me. I'm flexible."
"You are." Adrian nudged her leg with his. "You always could get in the best positions."
"Mmm. We should explore that, the three of us."
"I think so, yeah." The food came before anyone could get more down and dirty with the conversation, though, and Pack managed to look a little disappointed.
They dug in, her offering bites, laughing together. It was nice, to be out and about with them, just spending time. No weirdness, no pressure. They listened to her shopping experience from the morning, both pouting when they found out she'd resisted buying the little sparkly hoochie mama dress.
"The shoes are a hit, though, luv." Packer fed her a spicy bite of shrimp. "If you don't wear them to the event, you'll have to put them back on in the room."
"Oh, I'll bring them in my bag for supper after. The stairs are a little intense in them."
"I like that idea." Ades leaned again, his arm brushing her breast. Evil man.
"You win money tonight, cowboy, and I'll wear whatever you want to supper."
"Yeah?" Adrian swallowed hard. "Better watch that, baby."
"You have my word, Ades." She winked.
Adrian moaned a little.
Packer snorted. "He's so easy."
"He is. I love that about him."
"We might have mentioned that before, huh?" Packer winked, licking his lower lip.
"Couple of times." She let one hand trail on Adrian's thigh.
Adrian jumped again for her, cheeks so hot, eyes like blue lasers. He was ready, and she hated to tell him no, but he still had to go ride.
"Tell me what you'll pick for me to wear, Ades."
"I like you in that little lacy thing. The one that has the bra and the attached dress."
She pinked, smiled. "You got it." God, that one was about a half yard of fabric, altogether. He got points for consistency, though. He'd always loved that one. "You want me to wear the diamond belly button ring, too?"
"Oh, god."
Packer rested his chin on his hand. "I think that's a yes."
"Yeah?" Damn, they made her feel like the hottest woman ever.
"Mmm. I know it is for me and I've never seen it."
"You should see her dance with it in, mate..." Adrian moaned.
Packer leaned close. "We should just skip watching him ride and go to the hotel." Evil man. Look at that twinkle in Pack's eye.
She chuckled. Like Pack would walk away from a chance to be with the guys. The boys were bullriders first, fuckbuddies second. She knew that.
It still made Adrian protest. "I don't think so, mate."
Packer snorted, hands patting his pockets for his smokes.
Adrian grinned at her. "Have you yelled at him yet?"
She blinked over, fluttered her eyelashes. "Would I do that?" She'd just refused to go buy his cigarettes when he'd been laid up.
He'd been too doped up on pain pills to do much bitching, and while he'd puffed a few since then, he'd mostly broken the habit.
Adrian laughed and she reached out with her foot again, loving on Pack under the table. It was so good to have the cast off.
Packer shook his head mournfully. "Tobacco gets no respect. Do we get dessert?"
"You two do. I'm going to get fat, if I don't watch it."
"Not a chance." Ades kissed her cheek, and she was suddenly surrounded by warm male, the boys pressing in on either side.
"Oh..." She snuggled in. "Hey."
"Hey." Packer grinned at the beaming waiter who wandered over. "Sopapillas, amigo."
"Si, senor. Six or nine?"
"Nine. Man needs his carbs today."
Adrian nodded. "Lots of honey."
"Sticky. I like it." Packer could do this growly thing that made her nipples go hard and she shifted, sliding on the seat a little.
Adrian laughed, the sound delighted. "Mmm. Look at you."
"All surrounded by cowboys with nowhere to go." She was a lucky girl.
"Nowhere to hide." They got their dessert, and oh. Oh, what Pack and Adrian could do with bread and honey. There was dripping and moaning, sucking fingers and licking, and by the end, she was wiggling in the seat, body aching. Adrian's cheeks were practically glowing, and Pack's eyes shone bright with need. They were all going to go off like rockets.
"Do we have time to go back to the hotel, or do we have to wait?" She could ride one of her men into the ground.
"We got time." Ades grinned. "We planned on going to get my bag, anyway."
"Good. I need." She put cash on the table, enough for the bill and a solid tip. "How does now work for you?"
"Works for me, luv." Packer was up and offering an arm before anyone could blink.
"You are feeling better." Her fingers wrapped around his bicep.
"Yeah." He lowered his voice a little. "I'll probably pay for it a bit, tonight."
"I can give you a massage, huh? Help things out."
"I'd like that, luv." He nodded. "Feels so damned good to move."
"I bet." She rubbed the small of his back, nice and easy.
"Mmm. Spoiling me."
"She is. Hell, I'm the one who has to ride..." Pouty Ades.
"Don't be that way. You know I'll rub on you, too."
"I know, baby." He laughed, patting her butt.
They made their way to the hotel, taking the stairs nice and slow -- mostly for Pack, but partially for her amazing heels. Things sped up a little once they got up there, though. Pack started stripping and Adrian started dragging her clothes.
Her skirt went first, then the shirt, leaving her in bra, panties, and those shoes.
Packer stopped, hands on his hips. His leg was pale, but otherwise he looked so good. "We should do Chook now, huh?"
"Absolutely." She turned, bent to undo Adrian's belt, giving them both a show.
She could hear the indrawn breaths, the low moans. It made her feel powerful. Sexy. She looked up at her Ades, slid his zipper down, giving him the cleavage shot. Adrian stared at her, his blue eyes like fire on her skin. He pulled her closer, his hand in her hair.
"Mmm. Hey." She loved it, when he lost his shit a little.
"Hey, baby girl. You look fucking amazing."
"Glad you think so." She worked hard to be firm.
"I do." Adrian grinned past her. "So does Pack."
Packer's hands landed on her ass. "Oh, yeah."
She arched and pushed into the touch, letting herself go for pure softcore porn queen.
Packer and Adrian both moved closer, pushing her down toward Adrian's cock. She let herself bend, nails scratching, lips opening as the scent of him hit her.
"Oh, fuck." He pressed up toward her, and Pack rubbed up on her.
Packer's cock pressed against her, hard and heavy, sliding on her ass. She fished Adrian's cock out, tongue sliding over the tip.
"Oh..." Adrian made this sound that was pure bliss, pushing up.
"Like these shoes, girl." Packer sounded like he'd swallowed a frog. "Put your arse right where I want it."