Sex Party

Cowboy Sex One

Excerpt One:

He shouldn’t have kissed her.

The lone thought reeled through his head as he drove them back to the ranch. She said she couldn’t drive because her knees turned to squish and jelly. He made her knees turn to mush.

No, he shouldn’t have kissed her.

Braden and Evan wanted him to keep her away from the house long enough to set up for a surprise birthday party. He imagined Vicky made herself available for the surprise.

His brothers were probably having a field day checking out her ass and boobs. Everyone liked to look at Vicky.

A common tease, Vicky possessed a saucy reputation. If he had to do a teeny bopper, he might consider Vicky. She didn’t live with them. She was safe…and legal. Plus, rumor had it, the girl could blow a man like nobody’s business. Yeah, he’d think about Vicky.

He took a deep breath, let his cheeks fill with hot air and slowly let it out. Peyton laughed.

“What’s so funny?”

“You are. Vicky told me about the little charade in the barn after I kissed you on the cheek. She claimed you kicked the barn door, ran your hand through your hair, bit your lip and cursed like hell.

“Did she now?” he felt his lips twitch as he fought a smile. “Your friend is trouble.”

“She said the same thing about you.” Peyton leaned over the console and propped her chin on her hand. “Kane?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you trouble?” With her index finger she ran the tip around the scoop of her neckline and then with the same finger, seconds later, she had it trailing up his thigh. His inner thigh. By the time he pulled off the road and safely made it into the emergency lane, her hand lingered mere inches from his balls.

He held her wrist against his leg as he reached over the steering wheel with his left hand and threw the gearshift into park. “Peyton.” He refused to hurt her feelings but he couldn’t play games here either. If they messed around like this, things might get complicated because he did like it rough, and the games he played were too dangerous for a woman like Peyton.

“Kane?”

“This can’t happen.”

“What can’t happen?” She batted her eyes and smiled.

“We can’t do this again.”

“We can’t go for a drive again?”

“No.”

“Why not? Do I tempt you so much you can’t stand to be in the same car with me?”

“Yes, you do.”

Hell! Why did he have to say it? He bit his lip and fell back against the headrest with his eyes closed. Damn it! He just said the wrong thing to the right girl, and he’d bet money on it. She’d run with it and consider him an open challenge.

Her hand stroked his leg then. “You might like me better than some of those ditzy broads you date.”

“I don’t date.” And he knew damn well he’d like her more. It provided enough reason to stay away from her as much as possible.

“Are you going to tell them you kissed me?”

“No, and you aren’t either.”

“Wanna bet?” She twisted her painted lips into a challenging smile.

“All right, that’s it.” He shifted and immediately saw the only disadvantage in Corvettes. For someone over six foot three, and two hundred pounds, the seats confined him. Good, he thought, she won’t get laid in this car. Braden probably thought the same thing when he bought it.

Peyton continued to bat her eyes and bent down for her purse, pretended uninterested in the pending conversation and pulled out some Dentyne. “Wanna a piece of gum?”

“No.”

“I’ve got some candy too. Wanna peppermint?”

“No.”

“Wanna pop my cherry?” She smiled deviously.

“No.” Yes! Hell yes! He blinked to be sure he heard her correctly. The first bead of sweat burned his brow. “What did you say?”

She laughed. “It’s a game.” She pulled out a hand-held device. It looked like a palm pilot.

“It’s called Cherry Popper.”

He let out a sigh of relief and shook his head. “Don’t tell me, the winner is the one who pops the most cherries.”

“You got it.”

“Great.”

“I bet you’re a big winner, aren’t you, Kane?”

He pulled back on the road and concentrated on the pavement in front of them. If she didn’t shut up about popping cherries, he was going to pop his zipper, and then Lord only knew what else he might snap. Oh yeah, he’d go for that cherry, if she still had it. If not, he’d look for a fuckin’ strawberry.

A few minutes later and they pulled through the gates of the ranch. Balloons decorated the gates and a sign with streamers directed the traffic expected. Her eyes immediately danced with excitement.

“A party?”

“Looks like it.”

“Are you serious? A real birthday party?”

“Good God Peyton, it’s a party. It’s not a car.” With a seventy-five thousand dollar price tag.

“You don’t understand,” she shouted excitedly as she jumped out catching the keys as he threw them to her, “I’ve never had a party before in my life!”

He stopped where he stood as she ran off toward the pool area. Her sweet little apple-bottom ass shifted back and forth as she hurried toward the noise.

He looked back at the car again. “Damn, that’s sweet.”

“Yeah, but it’s not as sweet as she is, now, is it?” Evan’s knowing eyes met his brothers as he walked out of the barn.

Instinctively, Kane ran his thumb over his lower lip, and for a second, he remembered how wholesome her lips tasted. He resisted the urge to tell Evan all about her hot little mouth. He didn’t want anyone to hear them and from the looks of things, they’d invited everyone in the county to the biggest celebration of the year.

Peyton Storm’s eighteenth birthday party.

Sex Party Excerpt Two:

Peyton heard them before she saw them. She must’ve dozed off while they attempted to rearrange her life. She shook her head. More like sticking their noses where she didn’t ask them to sniff.

“Evan, get in the front seat with Braden.” Kane sounded furious as all three doors slammed in unison.

“You’re grounded,” Braden said the second he started the engine.

“Yeah, I kind of noticed.”

Evan turned around and smiled. “He’s dead serious. You’re so grounded.”

“Shut up, Evan.”

“You volunteered to take your clothes off for that class. Why?”

She shrugged. “Automatic ‘A’.”

“No doubt. I’ve seen those tits,” Kane sneered. “Still doesn’t excuse it.”

“Grounded,” Braden repeated.

“So tell me something. How is this going to work exactly?”

“Easy,” Braden said as he turned onto the state highway, “You can’t do a damn thing.”

“This is not fucking fair!”

“Language!” Braden yelled back. “I’m not interested in fair, Peyton. I’m interested in keeping you safe. In order to do it, you need to keep your clothes on.”

“Fine, if I won’t have anything to do, take me by the mall so I can pick up a new sex toy.” She smiled innocently at Kane, realizing immediately by his expression and the rigid shoulders of the men in the front seat, every dick in the vehicle twitched when she mentioned it.

“So maybe you can keep phone privileges,” Braden said.

“Really? I can talk on the phone? Sweet! Phone sex really gets me going.”

“Knock it off,” Kane snapped.

“Knock me up with something hard and stiff, I might consider it. Until then—”

“Peyton, damn it!” Braden growled again. He was getting pretty good at the sound effects. Maybe he was watching adult movies or something,

He slammed on the brakes. Peering into the rearview mirror, it was hard to tell if his gaze meant to warn Kane or scold Peyton. “I have a mind to bend you over my knee and let these two here spank you.”

“Oh goodie, spank me. I’ll cry for more, maybe even beg, and the next thing you know, the three of you will try to figure out what you can do to shut me up. An early hint, any one of your cocks should do the trick. I’ll open wide.”

Kane glared at Braden and then Evan. The evil eye left Evan rubbernecking to see where Kane’s hands were, and while they weren’t on her yet, they soon would be and she knew it.

She scooted closer to Kane. “Well I guess everything is out in the open now. Call it an ‘oops’ because now the cat’s out of the bag.”

Kane’s nostrils flared, maybe because some kind of crazy pact existed between brothers. An oath Kane was only seconds away from breaking altogether.

His eyes narrowed on hers, and he tilted her chin with his index finger. He acted like he wanted to kiss her but instead he reached over with his free hand and patted her denim-clad mound. “Oh no, sweetheart. See, it’s more like this sweet little pussy is coming out of hiding because it just got the wrong hound’s full blown attention.”

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