Page 38 of Dirty Cowboys
“And tie your hair back. We don’t want it getting in the way when we wreck you,” Nash finishes.
I have never moved so fast in my life. Racing upstairs, I hurry into my room and rip through my clothes, finding a flannel shirt that belongs to Duke, which I borrowed at some point. It falls just long enough to cover my ass. I keep my boots on and Nash’s hat. When I head back to the kitchen, the house is silent and dark.
“Run,” Duke commands, his voice sparking a tingle through me. This time, there is no robotic voice as the mask lights up the room.
I race outside and sprint into the darkness, past the barn and the holding pens, my heart pounding with excitement. Though I don’t look back, I can hear them following me. I don’t get much farther when someone’s steps speed up, and a moment later arms wrap around me. I scream and laugh as we fall to the ground.
“Fucking perfect,” Nash growls out. “I love hunting you and you knowing it’s me.”
He flips me over in the dirt, yanking my shirt up just enough to expose me. His fingers run over my pussy from behind, then up along my ass crack, and he hums a pleased sound.
“You’re just a needy little hole, aren’t you? Running from us so we’ll fuck you harder when we catch you.”
“Damn right she is,” Walker says, his voice sending a chill down my spine as he drops to the ground. “Hands above your head, baby girl.”
When I comply, he grabs my wrists and ties a rope around them.
Nash is already hard, pushing his cock against my ass while Walker finishes securing my arms.
Nash’s mask presses against the side of my face, then he rips it off and throws it to the ground. “You wanna be used, don’t you? Fucked like the filthy little thing you are.” I nod, moaning, and he bites my shoulder through Duke’s shirt. “Say it. I want to hear the words come out of your pretty little mouth.”
“I want to be used,” I whisper. “I want you all.”
Walker pushes Nash aside and pulls me up onto my hands and knees, my balance precarious with my wrists still bound. He takes off his mask and throws it to the ground beside Nash’s.
“You know what I want?” he murmurs. “To brand you. Right here.” His hand slides between my thighs, cupping me possessively. “So no one ever forgets who you belong to.”
I shudder, internally screaming yes. “Do it.”
“Not yet, but one day. When you trust me enough.”
Then he leans in and bites me—hard—on the curve of my neck, and I cry out.
“Fuck! Mark her like that again and I’m gonna nut in my jeans.” Nash groans, reaching for Walker and dragging him in for a kiss. Their mouths smash together, and my body trembles as I watch them over my shoulder.
Duke’s voice cuts through the darkness—I’d begun to wonder where he was. “Put her between you.”
Walker fists my hair and yanks my head back, making me gasp. His grip is rough, and the scrape of his teeth along my neck again sends a shiver straight to my core. In front of me, Nash strokes his fingers down my cheek.
“Look at you,” he murmurs. “Tied up and dripping wet, waiting to be filled with our cocks. I bet you would say thank you if I made you gag on my cock right now, wouldn’t you?”
I whimper because I’ll beg for whatever scraps this man is willing to throw me.
Walker’s hand cups my pussy before he slides his fingers inside me and begins to pump them. Now he knows how wet I am, while Nash and Duke can no doubt hear it, and I need them to fuck me.
“Please,” I beg. “I need more.”
“That mouth’s not for talking. It’s for choking on my dick.”
“Use her. Don’t hold back. I want to see her fall apart between you,” Duke says, and I look over at him.He has his belt undone and his jeans are unbuttoned, his thick length in his hand as he slowly strokes himself.
Walker grabs my waist and pulls me back onto his cock with a growl. I scream as he thrusts into me, his hands gripping me tightly to keep me from pitching forward. Nash pulls out his cock, kneels in front of me, and runs the tip over my lips.
“Fuck, I love dragging my dick across your lips. It makes me excited to see what you will look like when I come all over that pretty face.”
“Fuck her mouth, Nash, or I will take over,” Duke orders.
Walker pounds into me from behind, while Nash fists my hair and thrusts into my mouth so fast I gag. He curses, pulls back, and does it again.
