No Other Way: Sparks in Texas, book 4 Page 14

  She was glad to be here again, happy to be here with Caleb and Tyson. This place always seemed to soak into her skin, clean out all the dust and grime life left there, and made her stronger. “I wonder how things would be now if we’d given in all those years ago.”

  Caleb claimed the log next to her. “Probably would have been a mistake back then. The timing was wrong. None of us were in the right place for something permanent. Besides, we were all still young and stupid. We’d have found a way to fuck it up.”

  “I’m glad we didn’t give in,” Tyson said, as he bent down to start the fire. “It might have messed up the friendship. Might have caused us to all go our separate ways.”

  “Funny how one decision made a dozen years ago could have such a huge impact on the present, isn’t it?” Harley wasn’t just thinking of the camping trip, but of Johnnie pleading to get on the back of their dad’s motorcycle as well.

  “Let’s have some dinner,” Caleb said, when it was obvious her thoughts had drifted down a darker path.

  Happy for something to distract her, Harley pulled out the fixings for mountain pies, handing Caleb one of the irons. Once the fire was hot enough, they cooked their pizza pockets in the cast iron pans and passed around a bottle of Crown Royal.

  The guys grinned when she revealed the ukulele she’d stashed in one of the packs. As she strummed, they sang together. She started with her favorite, “Somewhere Over the Rainbow,” then she taught them an Ingrid Michaelson one she’d learned in Florida, called, “You and I.” They laughed at the lyrics and decided to add it to their set to play at the next barn dance.

  Hours had passed since the sunset, but none of them moved. While the sexual pull was there, and growing more intense by the minute, they didn’t rush it. Instead they let it build, throwing more fuel on it with heated looks and the slow shedding of clothing.

  It was a warm night. Though the sun was long gone, the humidity and heat of the day hadn’t abated at all. They discussed skinny-dipping in the river to cool off, but decided they were too lazy, too comfortable where they were to move.

  Harley had declared, the last time they dove into the lake naked as the day they were born, that she was never wasting money on another swimsuit as long as she lived. There was something so ridiculously freeing about floating in the water without clothing on. Caleb and Tyson joked about creating a monster, but neither of them had disagreed.

  “This was the perfect day, angel,” Caleb said, scooting closer to her, so he could drape his arm over her shoulder. “Thanks for thinking of it.”

  She rested her head on the crook of his shoulder and closed her eyes for a little while. His shirt had soaked up the smell of the campfire and she breathed it in deeply. She loved that scent—wood and fire and outdoors.

  One second they were sitting there, peaceful, relaxed—the next, the sparks began to fly. She wasn’t sure who moved first.

  Harley lifted her head from Caleb’s shoulder as his hand cupped her cheek. After the carefree easiness of their day, she expected a slow, gentle kiss. What she got was fireworks.

  Caleb kissed her like he’d never touched her lips before. His were hard, demanding, so hungry. She opened her mouth and his tongue was there, exploring. No, it was more like plundering, taking her mouth captive with no demand for ransom. His hands were firm on her face, tilting her head whenever he wanted deeper access.

  Harley struggled to breathe, but Caleb didn’t seem concerned about her need for air.

  Tyson only added to the intensity of the moment. While she was overwhelmed by Caleb’s powerful kiss, that didn’t mean she wasn’t acutely aware of what Tyson was doing.

  He’d taken his position on the other side of her. As Caleb twisted her to face him more fully, Tyson wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, sliding his hands under her shirt. He roughly tugged her bra beneath her breasts so that he could palm her flesh, then lightly pinch her tight nipples.

  She moaned, the sound captured by Caleb’s mouth, when Tyson nipped the side of her neck, then licked the pain away.

  Harley wasn’t certain what had changed, but the kid gloves had come off tonight. The past two weeks, their lovemaking had been just that—making love. Softer touches and kisses. They’d played the role of gentle lovers, giving the lion’s share of control to her. She suspected they’d done so in order to make sure she felt safe, secure. The three of them would undress, crawl into bed, and then he and Caleb would take turns making love to her. It was hot, sexy as hell, and yet, there was no denying that tonight, they wanted more.

  Harley sensed something was still missing. And while she thought she knew what it was, she didn’t have a clue how to approach her suspicions with the guys. She was afraid they’d freak out and she’d ruin everything.

  When she thought she was going to pass out from lack of air, Harley shoved on Caleb’s shoulders, forcing him to release her.

  He scowled, but he gave way.

  “Caleb,” she gasped.

  He spoke to her, but Caleb’s gaze was locked on Tyson’s face behind her. “Lose the shirt. And the bra.”

  Tyson lost no time grabbing the hem of her shirt and tugging it off. Her bra followed just as quickly.

  Tyson’s hands fell to the waistband of her shorts. “Actually, I think you should take off the rest of your clothes.”

  Harley didn’t respond, didn’t move until Caleb added, “Now, sweetheart,” in a deep, demanding voice.

  “God, you know what that voice does to me,” she teased.

  Caleb grinned. “That’s why I use it. Strip, gorgeous.”

  The devil in her was tempted to push things as well. “What if I don’t?”

  Caleb’s gaze darkened, not with anger, but with lust. “We’ve spent years talking about our desires, Harley. What we like in bed, what we like to do with our lovers. You’ve been there. You’ve heard it all. Do you think we’d want less from you?”

  She remembered their stories, recalled how they’d impacted her so strongly. Made her so freaking horny, she’d gone home and masturbated, imagining Tyson and/or Caleb tying her up, pulling her over their laps to spank her, withholding her orgasm until she nearly exploded with need. They’d drawn pictures with their sex stories, and there was no denying she wanted to experience it all.

  “I know what you like,” she admitted.

  “And?” Tyson prompted.

  “It’s just that…usually…my past lovers…” Her words kept coming out in starts and stops as she felt her way around what she wanted to say. “They weren’t really, that, um, into me. I mean the sex was hot and stuff, but I’ve never really tried anything kinkier than sixty-nine.”

  Tyson moved slightly to her side and tugged her face to him. “We can keep the status quo, Harley. I love everything we do together in bed. It’s sexy and hot. We’d never push you beyond what you’re comfortable doing.”

  There was an unspoken “but” at the end of that sentence. They all heard it as loudly as if he’d said the word.

  “But,” she finished for him, “we’ve only scratched the surface.” Harley forced herself to say more, to try to feel out how they might respond to even more than they were proposing. “In what you can do with me. And what you can do with each other.”

  Tyson froze, his gaze quickly darting to Caleb before looking away again.

  His response and something in his face told Harley she wasn’t the only one who’d sensed a slight tug between Caleb and Tyson.

  Caleb blew out a long breath. And then, dove in with both feet. “A lifetime is a long time. To explore all of that and more.”

  Tyson’s gaze returned to his friend’s face and held. “Cal?”

  Caleb shrugged. While they’d both revealed the interest, it seemed they weren’t ready to go any further than talk. “Let’s focus on the other stuff tonight, Harley.”

  She released a nervous breath. “Other stuff?”

  He gave her a wicked grin. “We’ll go slow…ish.”

  She laugh
ed. “You’re an asshole. But you’re my asshole.” She stood up and both men moved back to give her some space. She dropped her shorts and panties in one fluid motion.

  Though the campfire was starting to fade, it still provided more than enough light for them to see her clearly. And for her to see them.

  Four hungry eyes were pointed in her direction, which seemed appropriate for the setting. She was the prey and these sexy wolves were ready to pounce.

  She lifted her arms. “I’m yours,” she whispered.

  Caleb was the first to react, but only by a split second.

  Tyson moved until he was directly behind her. He reached for one wrist and then the other, pulling them together at the base of her back and holding them there. When she tried to tug one loose, he tightened his hold.

  His grip forced her shoulders back, which caused her breasts to thrust out.

  “You’re so beautiful,” Tyson murmured into her ear. His sweet words were in direct opposition to Caleb’s touch. He reached out, roughly palming her breasts before pinching both nipples.

  Harley jerked as if struck by lightning. Her pussy began to throb. She was completely naked, both men fully dressed.

  Caleb continued to play with her breasts as Tyson held her captive for the sensual assault. Then Tyson’s lips found their way to her neck. Harley tilted her head to give him better access. He took advantage of the bared skin, licking, sucking, nipping.

  Harley fought briefly against Tyson’s grip. She was too used to participating. She missed touching them, guiding them. He tightened the hold, and then lifted his head.

  “Give me something to tie her up with, Cal.”

  Caleb released her breasts without comment, turning toward the tent. There were some straps she’d used to cinch up the sleeping bags. Grabbing one, he returned, spinning her toward the fire as he and Tyson remained behind her. She wasn’t sure which of them tied her hands together at the base of her back, but they knew their stuff.

  Her arousal rose even higher.

  “This is so amazing,” she muttered.

  Tyson chuckled. “Jesus. You realize that’s only going to encourage us.”

  “I don’t care.” She didn’t.

  Caleb returned to the tent, dragging out one of the sleeping bags. He folded it up several times until it was a thick cushion. Then he guided her down to her knees.

  “I want your mouth on my dick,” he said, his voice gruff with need.

  Harley wanted that too. “Give it to me.”

  Caleb shoved his shorts down, kicking them off. He went commando. They both did.

  He stepped closer, guiding his cock to her lips. She licked the underside in one long stroke, loving the groan her action produced.

  Harley looked up at Tyson. “I want you too.”

  Tyson dropped his shorts, fisting his dick, stroking it with a hard grip. Neither man seemed to crave gentleness. They liked stronger, rougher touches, and they’d taught her to appreciate the same.

  While she loved everything they’d done together prior to this, Harley realized that tonight—for the first time—she was going to meet her true lovers.

  “Give it to me,” she whispered.

  Tyson pushed closer. Not content with just her tongue, he pressed the head of his cock into her mouth, not stopping until he thrust his way straight to the back of her throat.

  Harley opened wider, taking as much as she could. She was starving for this, ravenous.

  Tyson gripped her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pumped in one, two, three times. Then he stepped back to allow Caleb to take his place.

  They continued to take turns, thrusting into her mouth. Harley longed to touch them, struggling against the restraints.

  Caleb noticed. He dropped down to his knees in front of her as Tyson fucked her mouth. “You want free, Harl?”

  She nodded, the movement causing Tyson to moan and push in deeper.

  “Tough,” Caleb taunted.

  She narrowed her eyes, but the look only prompted a wicked chuckle.

  “You’re ours, remember?”

  Harley didn’t bother to correct him. She couldn’t. Tyson wasn’t giving her a chance to enter this conversation. He pressed deep inside her mouth once again.

  “What would you do if you were free?” he asked, his lips hot against her cheek, the words a mere rumble near her ear.

  Her eyes closed as she imagined cupping their balls, gripping the base of their dicks. Adding her own tight stroke to the work of her mouth. Driving them to completion. She loved the sounds Tyson and Caleb made when they came. The almost pained curses, the sweet nothings, the words of love that spilled from their lips as they filled her.

  She loved knowing that she could provoke that passion, that desire, that need from them. They were strong, powerful men. And yet, she had the ability to bring them to their knees. It was a heady feeling she’d never tire of.

  Caleb glanced up at Tyson. She wasn’t sure what sort of telepathy they shared, but she’d noticed on more than one occasion, they spoke some silent language with their eyes.

  Tyson tugged his cock free from her mouth.

  “What would you do?” Caleb repeated the question.

  She told them exactly what she’d imagined. The walls between them had fallen fast. Words that would have prompted one hell of a blush with previous lovers fell from her lips without so much as a stutter. “I’d touch your balls. Squeeze them.”

  Caleb nodded—and then he shocked the hell out of her. And Tyson.

  “Like this?” Caleb took Tyson’s balls in his own hand, gripping them tightly, even as Tyson jerked at the unexpected touch.

  “Jesus. Cal.” Tyson’s tone was breathless and it told Harley—and Caleb—exactly what they needed to know. He liked it. A lot.

  Tyson made no attempt to push his friend’s hand away. Apart from the brief burst of surprise, he held steady, his gaze locked on Caleb’s.

  Caleb’s fingers moved slowly, stroking Tyson’s balls. It felt like he was waiting for something.

  Finally, Tyson smiled. “Yeah. Okay.”

  Permission.

  They’d obviously known each other long enough that a lot of words weren’t needed.

  “A lifetime, Ty. I want a lifetime with the two of you.”

  Tyson nodded. “I want the same, but…”

  Caleb grinned. “I don’t want to fuck you, Ty. At least…” He paused and swallowed heavily. “At least, not yet. But I’m not going to keep avoiding you, either.”

  Harley considered their conversation, recalled their previous encounters. Both men took turns and there was no denying she’d been the barrier between them. They each claimed one side and they remained there, taking care not to breach the invisible property line.

  “Can I just take one second to say,” Harley let her gaze point to Caleb’s hand engulfing Tyson’s balls, since her hands were bound, “that is really fucking hot?”

  “What else would you do, angel?” Caleb prompted.

  Just like that, Caleb had found a way to give her control even though he’d taken it away with the strap around her wrists.

  “Grip the base of his dick while I take the head in my mouth.”

  Tyson groaned before either of them even made a move. “You do that and this isn’t going to last long.”

  “You want to come in her mouth or pussy?” Caleb asked.

  “Both,” Tyson admitted.

  Caleb chuckled. “Greedy bastard.”

  Caleb grasped his friend’s cock the way she requested and guided Tyson back to her lips as she opened them. She and Caleb worked together, driving Tyson to climax. Caleb released him mere seconds before Tyson came, moving back slightly to watch them.

  Tyson gripped her hair, tugging it as he exploded. Neither man had touched her elsewhere, and Harley was aching with need. She shivered and cried out when Caleb reached down to stroke her clit.

  Tyson remained in her mouth for a few moments, pulling himself together as Caleb d
rove Harley crazy, rubbing her clit harder, faster. Her hips tilted forward to seek out even more of the stimulation.

  When Tyson withdrew from her mouth, he stepped behind her and released the ties on her arms. She started to reach out for Caleb, but Tyson kept her arms pressed to her sides.

  “No. Keep them there. Spread your legs farther apart,” Tyson commanded.

  She did as he asked without delay and was rewarded when Tyson reached between her outstretched thighs from behind. He swept two fingers along her slit, dragging the wetness of her pussy all the way to her ass. He used it to allow him to press the tip of one finger into her anus.

  They’d touched her there before and she knew what the end goal was. She’d read books, seen porn on the Internet, and her imagination wasn’t that limited.

  Two guys. One girl. It didn’t take a genius to figure out all the ways the three of them could come together.

  “Tyson,” she whispered, pressing her ass back toward his finger.

  “Not tonight, gorgeous.”

  “But—” she started.

  “No.” His word was strong and left no doubt he wasn’t going to be swayed. “Not tonight. When we do that, we’re going to have lots of lube and a bed.”

  “Jesus,” Caleb muttered. “Y’all are going to have to talk about something else. Just the thought of that has me ready to blow.”

  Harley giggled, but the sound was cut short when Tyson’s fingers returned to her pussy and he thrust two inside, hard and deep.

  Caleb returned to his feet and pressed his cock back into Harley’s mouth as Tyson fucked her with his fingers.

  “Come on, love. Let’s come together.”

  Caleb thrust into her mouth as Tyson found all the right places, every hot button that existed below her waist.

  Twice she started to reach out for Caleb, only to be stopped by Tyson.

  “Let me,” Tyson said, giving Caleb a taste of his own medicine when he cupped his balls and squeezed.

  “Fuck. Damn, man. I didn’t realize that…”