Page 34 of Swallow Your Fear
Booker slackened the rope. “Be a good little slut and stick that tongue out, Darlin’.”
I did, right as Austin’s knees met the ground before me. He pulled me forward so my ass hit the edge of the bale, then pried my legs apart as Booker reached around me, sticking two fingers down my throat. I gagged as he pulled them out, bringing them down to my nipple to wet the peak.
In front of me, Austin brought the spur to the inside of my thigh, the spikes prodding at my sensitive skin. At the same time, Booker pinched my nipple, tugging it slightly. I moaned as Austin glided the spur between my legs, gently coasting it over my clit. I whimpered, and Booker tightened the rope again, cutting off my breathing. No sounds came out as Austin rolled the rowel back and forth over the swollen bud. Booker wrapped his palm around my breast, squeezing.
Every nerve inside me was more alive than ever, all over every inch of my body, and I wasn’t sure if I could take the overwhelmingly blissful sensations so soon after having just come.
Right as my lungs began to burn, Booker slackened the rope again. I gasped for air as Austin kept his eyes on me. I could see his boner clear as day, bulging through the fabric of his jeans, but I wasn’t sure if Booker wanted me to pleasure him. He seemed to be fine with them doing things to me, but he might not feel the same the other way around.
Austin trailed the rowel over my tender entrance, and my stomach twitched as my breath hitched. Bringing it up and down once more, he dropped it to the floor, then plunged two fingers inside me. I called out, throwing my head back as Booker wrapped a calloused hand around my exposed throat to keep me arched.
Austin’s fingers thrust in and out of me, the wetness from our release evident in the sounds that came from my pussy.
Booker brought his face closer to mine. “You like when we have our fun with you, don’t you?”
I moaned a response. I fucking loved it.
Austin had a hand on my thigh, keeping my legs apart as his fingers continued their haste.
“Maybe our little slut will squirt for us,” Austin said, picking up his pace.
Booker’s thumb coasted over my pulse before letting go of my neck. He grabbed the spur where he’d set it beside him on the bale, then glided it over my nipple. The pinpricks of pain sent pleasure coursing through me, and I wanted to scream.
“What do you say, Darlin’? You gonna soak my best friend?”
Austin’s fingers dug into my thigh as his pace quickened impossibly more. He released my thigh, grabbing the vibrator and clicking it on. Instantly, the humming tip was on my sensitive clit before I could reply, and electricity wrapped around my nerves as I twitched under the overwhelming sensation. Booker dropped the spur with a clang, gripping my breast punishingly. He tightened the rope again, cutting off my air. Austin went faster still, the pressure building in my lower belly as the tips of his fingers hit my sweet spot repeatedly. Right when I thought it was too much, too overwhelming for my body to take, he withdrew his hand in a flash, keeping the vibrator over my bud, and liquid spurted from me like never before.
Right as I exploded, Booker dropped the rope, and I screamed. He kept his hand on my breast, the other cupping my neck again as I let go, every ounce of my control slipping. My thighs quivered as Austin held them open with his soaked hand, and when I managed to look down, my orgasm ebbing, I found his shirt soaked and hischin dripping. He removed the toy, my body instantly relaxing the slightest bit.
My chest heaved as Booker slowly released my breast to trail his hand up my collarbone. He gripped my chin, tilting my face up to him to bring his lips to mine. He’d taken the mask off, leaving his face bare. I froze for a millisecond. Booker was kissing me for the first time, and I had no idea what to make of it. His tongue got lost in my mouth, dancing with mine as my mind whirled.
Thus far, it’d seemed like he wanted to keep it strictly physical, and kissing felt…intimate. Like we were crossing a line he wanted to keep carefully drawn.
He pulled away, not making eye contact as he slid the lead rope off my neck and over my head. He tossed it to the ground, and when I looked forward again, I found Austin had already left.
Booker stood, hopping off the bale. He helped me up, pulling my panties and shorts back up my legs. Sliding his shirt off, he situated it over my head and helped pull my arms through. Then, he scooped me up in his arms, and we were heading out of the barn and to the house.
I wasn’t sure what was happening between me and Booker, but a part of me truly was scared of him. Not in that I thought he’d hurt me, but in the feelings of mine that could be broken if I got too attached. I was fresh out of a toxic relationship, and though Booker was closed off, I felt happier with our arrangement than I ever did with Chase.
And in my experience, when I attached happiness to a person, it was all too quickly taken right out from under my feet.
I only had to hope that after this was all said and done, Booker would let me down easy.
Chapter 15
Booker
Ishouldn’t have kissed her. I also shouldn’t have brought her into my shower last night and let us wash each other with soap. But alas, I’d done both, and now I was royally regretting it. Brynne was here for one reason, and that was to get the damn deed back for this fucking ranch. Not to chisel her way into my granite heart and make me fucking feel.
I’d left her in my bed this morning—because of course, she’d slept next to me—and found Austin and Henley in the kitchen. Austin was lucky. He wasn’t the one falling for a girl he had no business catching feelings for. He had his fun with her, and walked away without a worry in the world. But me? I’d started caring for her after the first time I made her come uncontrollably, and that’s where I was going wrong. For some fucking reason, though, I couldn’t fucking stop.
The woman had wrapped herself around my head—both of them.
“She sending the text today?” Austin asked, not looking up from where he sliced into a sausage.
I stared at the knife in his hand, hesitating, which was a mistake, because Austin’s eyes shot to me. “Oh no.”
I looked at him. “What?”
