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  “Don’t worry,” Cordell said. “We’re still going to take things slow.”

  I wasn’t even sure I wanted to take things slowly anymore, though. I wanted those fingers inside me. I stood on my toes and tried to make it happen, but he kept teasing—his fingers moving down along the outside of my slick folds. He pinched my tight clit lightly and I moaned in equal parts pleasure and frustration as I opened my eyes and belatedly remembered to stroke the hard, throbbing cocks that I’d been holding onto the entire time. Once my release coursed through me, I focused on the two men straining next to me.

  “Just like that,” Dade groaned. “Please… just keep going.” He moved down my neck, kissing, nipping, sucking at my skin and making me gasp as I stroked them faster.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Cordell panted, thrusting his hips against my fist as he reached around to knead my ass with both hands. “So good… I don’t know how much longer I can hold out, babe.”

  “I want you to come,” I said, feeling bold enough to say the words out loud. “I want both of you to come while I’m stroking you.”

  “Jesus fuck,” Dade cursed, his whole body going tight against me. “I’m really close…”

  “Me, too,” Cordell ground out through gritted teeth. “Wanna kiss you, Becca.”

  I tilted my head back and let him capture my mouth. In that same instant, both of their cocks grew even thicker in my grip and pulsed as they came beneath the surface of the water.

  For several moments, I let them hold me there, pressed against either side of me in the middle of the creek. Then I looked up at each of them and smiled.

  “Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s my new favorite thing to do.”

  The mood around the dinner table that night was understandably tense. Cole seemed less agitated than he had been at the retirement home earlier in the day, but he still hadn’t said much from the time he and Prescott had arrived.

  With one of Boone’s relatives implicated in the scandal as well, both of Janessa’s guys were also a little more reserved than usual. I almost felt a little guilty for still basking in the afterglow of my skinny-dipping excursion with Dade and Cordell.

  Almost.

  Even talking about the terrible things that had happened in Bliss thirty years ago couldn’t get the images of the two buff, naked Marines out of my head.

  Sorry, not sorry.

  “The question is,” Boone was saying as I tuned back in from my little private stroll down memory lane, “now that we know the identities of everyone involved, what can we do with that information?”

  “I think the next step is to try and find Karrie’s child,” I said. “So far, that person is the only one I can come up with who has a motive to mess with all of the big families in town.”

  “But what about my family?” Janessa asked. “The Thoresons weren’t involved at all, but my animals have been poisoned along with everyone else’s.”

  “I don’t have an answer for that,” I said truthfully. “But it could be that you were just collateral damage. Or that you’re being targeted because of your relationship with Boone and Cade. I don’t want to speculate too much, but it feels like this is the first solid lead we’ve come across.”

  Everyone turned to Prescott, who simply nodded. “She’s right about that. Cole and I haven’t been able to find anyone else with a motive. And an angry illegitimate child would sort of explain the sloppy behavior of our criminal. Crimes of passion are often more violent and disturbing. Like poisoning animals instead of killing them outright. Or setting fire to a field.”

  “Or blowing up a house,” Boone added.

  “Or attacking Derek Winslow on his own property,” Daisy Lynn said. “Or killing poor Isaac.”

  “All possible crimes of passion,” Prescott finished.

  “It’s also possible that he doesn’t know who the original rapists were,” I said, voicing a thought that had just occurred to me. “Maybe he just came into town hell-bent on revenge. It wouldn’t take much asking around to figure out the names and addresses of the biggest land-owning families in the area.”

  “True,” Janessa said. “But we really don’t know anything for sure. We don’t even know that the suspect is a he. A woman could have just as easily committed all of these crimes. We don’t know that it wasn’t Karrie herself.”

  “Well, aside from the funeral notice,” I said, reminding her of what Murray had told us earlier. “That’s a pretty definitive source.”

  “Sure,” she nodded. “If it’s real. But you said you didn’t see it with your own eyes. Look, I’m just pointing out that it could have been anyone. We don’t really know anything for sure.”

  “We’re getting closer, though,” I said. “And right now, I’m inclined to believe it might be the illegitimate child. At least until I can find something to prove it wasn’t him. Or her.”

  Prescott’s police radio crackled to life before we could say anything else, making most of us jump a little as he gave us an apologetic look and stepped away from the table.

  I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but it was hard not to overhear the police dispatcher’s voice as it cut through the otherwise silent room.

  I didn’t understand the police codes and jargon, but the words fire at the Josephson ranch had come through loud and clear.

  “Another fire?” Janessa’s eyes went wide as she looked over at Boone and Cade. The traumatic experience of seeing their house blow up—and fearing they had been in it—was still fresh in my mind. I had no doubt that Janessa was also reliving those horrible, frightening moments when we hadn’t known if her guys had made it or not.

  “I think we have to at least consider that it’s the same person this time, too,” I said. “And it’s pretty clear that they’re moving on from poisoning animals to endangering humans.”

  “It feels like it’s getting more serious each time,” Janessa sighed, shaking her head.

  “And more dangerous,” Daisy Lynn added, standing up from the table to say goodbye to her guys as they prepared to leave for the Josephson ranch.

  We still hadn’t come to a consensus on what to do with the information we had, but one thing had become clear to me.

  The crimes weren’t going to stop. Not until whoever was behind them felt like they’d had their revenge.

  Until then, things would only get worse.

  Chapter 14

  Becca

  I had barely been able to sleep the night before—and not just because of all the time I’d spent thinking about that hot skinny-dipping session. Letting my mind wander down the rabbit hole of what might have happened to Karrie Hofstadter had kept me up searching the internet for possible relatives of hers.

  It was mid-morning and my eyes were still blurry from lack of sleep as I scrolled through social media accounts and family trees, obituaries and birth announcements trying to find something—anything—that would lead me back to Karrie and her child.

  And then, finally, there it was.

  A great-aunt who had passed away a few years after Karrie vanished. The obituary listed Karrie and her son—Kirk Hofstadter—among the woman’s surviving relatives.

  Kirk Hofstadter.

  I took a deep breath and sat back in my chair to rub my tired eyes. I was too exhausted to stand up and jump for joy, but I did allow myself a small, satisfied smile.

  Now that I had a name for the child—for Karrie’s son—I had to see if I could find a face to go with it.

  I went back through all of the social media sites. I checked the high school in the town where the great-aunt lived, feeling another wave of success when I found Kirk’s name mentioned in some of the class awards.

  But aside from those bare-bones mentions, Kirk’s internet footprint was almost as small as his mother’s had been. Which was… not super helpful.

  How did someone who was around thirty years old—less than ten years older than me—not at least have some kind of social media presence? And it wasn’t like Kirk Hofstadter was a commo
n name. He wasn’t Bob Smith or John Doe. If there had been anything else at all about Kirk on the internet, I would have already found it.

  The little bits of information I’d found were better than nothing, though.

  I added everything I’d discovered about Kirk to the notebook where I’d been keeping the rest of the facts I’d found in my investigations.

  Stepping away from the computer for the first time all morning, I instantly flopped down on the bed that was just a few feet away. I might not have been able to sleep for most of the night, but I wasn’t about to have that problem anymore.

  A nap was definitely in order as I let my mind wander again, hoping it would subconsciously fill in some of the blanks I still had.

  And then, once I’d had a chance to get some actual sleep… I’d also come up with an excuse to go see Dade and Cordell.

  Just thinking about them made my day better.

  I found myself standing outside Dade and Cordell’s trailer door, not knowing exactly what I was doing. What had I really gone down there for?

  To see them, of course. But there was something more. Something I was afraid to admit to myself, even in the privacy of my own thoughts.

  I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about them—about what I wanted to do with them—all day. Or since I’d met them, if I was being totally honest.

  For the most part, I’d kept those thoughts to myself. Sure, I’d allowed my heart to take over and have a little fun with them in the barn and in their trailer… and a whole lot of fun out in the creek… but I’d pulled the reins back in after each of those times, afraid of what I might have done otherwise.

  Not today, though. Today I was ready. I’d made up my mind.

  “Becca?” Dade answered the door looking sleepy even though it was the middle of the afternoon. “What’s up, beautiful? Are you okay?”

  Cordell came around the corner outside the trailer before I could answer. “I thought I saw you walking over here when I was at the barn,” he said. “Is everything okay?”

  It was sweet—and maybe a sign of the times—that they both wanted to make sure I was okay before I’d even had a chance to speak. I appreciated their thoughtfulness, but there was something else I was much more interested in.

  “Everything is good,” I said, giving what I hoped was a reassuring smile. “It’s great, actually. I was just… wondering if you were both free for a little while?”

  “Definitely.” Dade nodded, stepping aside to let me in. “I was just taking a nap, but I’m awake now.” He tossed me a playful wink. “Unless you wanted to join me, of course.”

  “Hey, I’m free, too,” Cordell called from behind me as he followed me into the trailer and closed the door. “I was just brushing the horses, but they can wait.” He cocked his head to the side as he looked at me. “What’s on your mind, babe?”

  This was it.

  This was the moment I’d been looking forward to and dreading at the same time. But now that the moment had arrived, I wasn’t sure how to put my feelings into words. Would it scare them off if I told them what I really wanted? Would they turn me down again?

  There was really only one way to find out.

  “I thought maybe… I, um…” Oh, God. This was turning out to be a lot more difficult than I had imagined. All of my fantasies had sort of glossed over this awkward stage and had skipped right to the good stuff. But this? This was torture. “I want to have sex. With both of you.”

  My throat felt tight, and I wobbled on my feet as their eyes went wide. Nobody spoke for several long seconds as they exchanged looks that seemed to be a mixture of shock and concern.

  “You want to have sex?” Cordell’s words were slow and cautious.

  “With both of us?” Dade asked, following his lead. “Are you sure?”

  Cordell held up his hands. “Because we don’t have to do—”

  “Anything I’m not comfortable with,” I interrupted. “Yeah, I know. And I appreciate it. I really do. You’ve both been so good to me. But… this is what I want. I’m ready and I want to take that step with both of you—there’s literally nobody else I’d even consider doing it with.”

  They looked at each other again. Even Dade, who was normally ready for anything I suggested, seemed like he didn’t know what to do.

  “I know for sure this is what I want,” I said again. I looked from Cordell to Dade. “I want both of you to… to show me what to do. I feel safe and comfortable with the two of you in a way that I’ve never felt before.”

  “Damn, Becca…” Cordell’s voice was low and gravelly. “You’re making it impossible to say no.”

  “Good.” I nibbled at my lip. “Then say yes.”

  “Yes.” Dade nodded, finally getting on board. “If it’s really what you want and you’re sure.”

  “I am.” I lifted my shirt and took it off, only pausing for a second to see if they would try to stop me. They didn’t, though. They both watched silently as I stepped out of my shorts as well. “Tell me what to do next.”

  “Jesus,” Cordell murmured. “How is this even real?”

  “No shit.” Dade grinned, taking a step toward me. “Can I…” He reached for me and pulled me in close. “I want to kiss you.”

  I tipped my head back and moaned as his hands cupped my breasts and his rough stubble brushed against my cheek. Cordell was right there in an instant, his hands skimming down my sides and sliding my panties off. A few seconds later and my bra was on the floor, leaving me totally exposed as they kissed and touched and teased me into a frenzy.

  “Need you…” I gasped as a pair of hands grabbed my behind hard. “Need you both…”

  “Fuck, baby,” Cordell murmured against my neck as Dade quickly undressed and then pulled me in close again.

  “I’ve been wanting this for so damn long,” Dade said, leaning in to kiss me again as his cock pressed against me.

  “Me, too,” I said, reaching down and wrapping my hand around his thick length, then looking over to see Cordell also removing his last few pieces of clothing. “Oh, God, yes…”

  Dade moved to one side as Cordell came closer, until I was sandwiched between the two of them and being covered in kisses. A hand was on my breast, tweaking my nipple between a thumb and finger. Another hand was skimming down my belly, teasing just above my most sensitive spot.

  “Please,” I moaned. “Need you…”

  I couldn’t even speak in complete sentences anymore, but I trusted both of them to give me what I wanted—what I needed.

  “Let’s move to the bed,” Cordell said, lifting me off my feet and carrying me a few steps away to set me down again gently on the mattress. He knelt on the bed next to me while Dade sunk to his knees in front of me, spreading my legs wide until my most private parts were completely exposed.

  I reached for Cordell’s cock, leaning in to run my tongue along the flared head as I felt Dade’s fingers tease along my slick folds. God, it already felt so good. I thrust my hips forward to meet him, hoping he would give me what I really wanted and dip his finger inside.

  I felt it just barely tease my entrance, and I pushed against him eagerly. “Wait,” he cautioned. “We need to go slow, beautiful. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “I don’t want to go slow,” I whined, not even caring how needy I sounded. “I want you inside me.”

  “Fuck,” Dade murmured, his eyes flashing with heat. “You don’t even know what you’re doing to me right now…”

  I knew what I was doing to Cordell, though. His cock was throbbing hard with every move I made, and I couldn’t resist any longer. I took him into my mouth, wrapping my lips around the shaft and massaging the thick length with my tongue.

  He groaned and threaded his fingers through my hair while Dade continued to tease me with his fingers, brushing against my clit until I was moaning loudly around Cordell’s cock.

  “I can’t wait anymore,” Dade said, taking his hand away and then disappearing from my vision for a moment. Whe
n he appeared again, he had a condom in his hand and didn’t waste any time rolling it on. “Okay, beautiful… are you ready?”

  I let Cordell’s cock slip from my lips for a moment so I could nod. “So ready. Please…” I looked up at Cordell as I stroked him. “Am I making you feel good?”

  “Amazing, babe.” He smiled. “You’re so hot, so sexy the way you keep looking up at me with those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

  I looked back down at Dade, who was lining his thick cock up with my entrance. “I’m going to go slow, but it’s still going to hurt at first. If you want me to stop, just tell me and I will, okay? I want this to feel as good for you as it will for me.”

  I nodded again. I was a little nervous, but not scared. I knew what was going to happen, of course, and while I didn’t expect it to feel great at first, I trusted Dade and Cordell to take care of me.

  He slowly pushed forward and I felt his thickness begin to stretch me, then he pushed again and I gasped as my body resisted him.

  “It’s okay,” he said, stopping as he slowly, gently skimmed his hands up my sides. “I’m going to go slow.”

  “Try not to think about it too much at first,” Cordell said, reaching down to stroke my cheek. “Just think of how good it’s going to feel in a few minutes.”

  I took Cordell’s cock back into my mouth, preferring to think about how good that felt instead. I could still feel the tightness in my core and the pressure that kept growing more intense as Dade pushed against me, but then Cordell’s hand was on my breast again, his fingers rolling the hard bud of my nipple between them, making me gasp and arch my back to get more of the exquisite, delicious mixture of pleasure and pain.

  Just then, I felt Dade thrust harder and then felt a burst of pain that almost instantly gave way to a different feeling. I gasped around Cordell’s cock as my body tensed up and slowly began to relax as I felt the fullness inside me.