For once, I could be Lacey Leesworth and take two cowboys for another ride as if I were a rodeo queen. None of the things the tabloids said about me had been true. But I wanted to do something as wild and crazy as what they’d come up with and actually be fact. For once.
“Lacey?” Colt prompted.
I angled my head down, glanced at Micah through my lashes. “I’m the one that’s tied up.” If the look didn’t give them ideas, the tone of my voice had to.
“You’re at our mercy then?” Micah asked, one pale brow arched.
I bit my lip. Nodded.
“We need to hear you say it, sugar. Tell us what you want.”
I glanced between them. “You.” Heat flared in their gazes and I felt Colt’s cock pulse against my hip. “For tonight.”
I wasn’t saying I wanted more than that. I couldn’t. Not yet. I felt more for these two men than I had any before. It was insane, this instant attraction. No, it was more than attraction. I really wanted to get to know them, to be with them. I felt safe. I felt desired. Cherished. And not because I was Lacey Lee. They didn’t seem to care that I was famous or that I had more money than I ever imagined. They just wanted to feed me olives and fuck me.
I was fine with that.
“We’ll start with tonight,” Colt replied. Clearly, he wanted more but would settle for this. For now. Come tomorrow, I imagined them to be very persuasive again. And if by persuasive they were hot and attentive lovers, then I didn’t stand much of a chance.
CHAPTER NINE
Lacey
Colt wrapped an arm about my waist, picked me up and carried me over to the porch railing, bending me over it. He knelt on the plank floor and tugged on the rope, ensuring the lasso was still about my waist, but the rest of the rope he took and tied off on the bottom rail. Not only were my arms pinned at my sides, but I was now very securely tied to the railing.
Micah had stepped down from the porch and came to stand in front of me. He only had to bend at the waist a little so we were eye-to-eye. “Not too tight?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“Can you wiggle your fingers?”
I tried and I could. They weren’t numb. Colt tucked his beneath the edge of the rope about my waist, my wrists, checking it.
“Okay, sugar?” he as
ked. He’d stood and leaned over me. I felt the heat of his chest against my back, even through the soft fabric of his shirt.
I was secure—I wasn’t going anywhere—but not uncomfortable. “Yes.”
“You still want to be at our mercy?” he asked, kissed my neck, tugged at the collar of the shirt and laved my shoulder. One of the snaps came undone, gave him a few inches more access. Micah reached beneath me, tugged on the shirt a little more so the fabric parted and my breasts were exposed, yet keeping the material between my lower belly and the wood railing.
I felt the tail of Colt’s shirt flip up over my back just before his hand came down on my bottom. I startled at the hot sting of his palm. “Micah asked you a question, sugar.” His tenderness of his voice contradicted the action.
“Yes, I still want to be at your mercy.”
They could see all of me; my breasts were exposed to the cool air and I knew there had to be a pink handprint on my right butt cheek. Not only that, but from his position on the porch, Colt couldn’t miss every wet inch of my pussy. I was bent over and completely open. Completely vulnerable.
I wasn’t sure how Colt sensed it, but his next words eased me. “All I have to do is tug on the knot on the rail and you’ll be free. Just say the word, sugar and we’ll let you go. Don’t be afraid.”
“That’s right,” Micah added. “Give in and enjoy. See how two men can pleasure you when all you have to do is feel. We might push you a bit—I can tell you haven’t been spanked before, but you like it. I promise you’re going to come.”
I gasped when Colt cupped my pussy, felt how wet and eager I was. “She likes being tied up. Knowing there’s nothing she can do but take whatever we give her.”
He slipped a finger inside me and I groaned. He spanked me again and I clenched down on the single digit. Whimpered. Colt swore as he cupped my ass, soothed the heated area. “I’m going to come all over your pale skin if you keep making those sexy little sounds.”
“You’ve never been tied up before. What else haven’t you done?” Micah asked. He looked me in the eye, his gaze heated, yet filled with something like amusement. “Fucked from behind?” He studied me. “Hmm. Two men at the same time?”
I flushed, even though I was already bent over a porch railing and completely exposed. “I thought that’s what we did earlier.”