11. Booker

Chapter 11

Booker

" D on't mix business with pleasure. Isn't that what they say?" Austin teased from where he sat on the opposite side of the burn pile. We'd spent the day clearing some brush on the property, and as dusk fell, the debris kept on burning. About twenty minutes ago, we'd added some larger branches. Once those fizzled out, we'd head inside, but for now, we stuck around. Last thing I needed was a fire getting out of control and spreading to the land.

The amber glow from the flickering flames illuminated the space around us. We were pretty close to the driveway, the light from the barn glowing in the distance. Henley had brought some chairs out, which was where we sat now, spread out around the fire, enjoying some beers.

Without saying a word, they'd figured out the line I'd crossed with Brynne. I wasn't one to mess around with women, but something about that girl made me break the boundaries I'd set for myself. I almost wanted to hate her for it, but it was no one's fault but my own. She was in a vulnerable state right now, giving me too much power when it came to her body. If I had half a mind, I'd tell her to go find a new fuck buddy—not that that was what we were, but if she wanted orgasms, she needed to look elsewhere—but the thought of her with someone without me there, those moans of pleasure being brought on from some other asshole, made my fists twitch with the urge to beat a man black and blue.

She was here for one reason, and one reason only: to help us get the deed to the ranch back in our possession. Not to get me off. Yet, it was a plus, and I didn't want it to stop now that I knew what she felt like when she exploded around my cock, her inner walls milking every last fucking drop from me. I hadn't even thought to ask if she was clean. Fuck, at the moment, I didn't think it would have mattered. That woman was equivalent to a drug, so willing to get on her knees for me. I'd only done that to try to teach her some control with her fear, and she was bending it in all the wrong ways.

"Maybe you should tell Henley that." I mean, shit, he was the one who'd lost our fucking livelihood in a childish game of pool.

Henley threw his hands out. "Don't bring me into this. You're the one fucking her."

My eyes darkened in his direction. "I wouldn't be fucking her if you hadn't lost the deed to the only home we have." It was a poor excuse to pin the blame on him. Before finding our place on this ranch, we'd been floaters, moving from place to place until we'd conjured up enough money to purchase the land. We lived in tents for years after that, right under the old sycamore tree by the barn, as we saved up to build the house.

"You're blaming me for your dick banging the shit out of her?"

I slightly shook my head at the idiotic way he phrased it. Henley was a fucking dumbass sometimes. "I'm blaming you for her being here in the first place."

"Is it so bad if you're getting a few quick fucks out of it?" he asked.

My teeth ground together as Austin took a casual sip of his beer.

"You jealous, Hen?" Austin asked.

Henley's eyes darted to him, the flame reflecting in them as he scoffed. "I wouldn't want to fuck her with a ten-foot pole."

The insult made me want to ring his neck out, but tires crunching over gravel pulled our attention away, presumably saving Henley's life.

"Speak of the devil," Austin muttered as Brynne's car came into view.

She stopped it right outside the house, killing the headlights before turning off the car. As her form appeared in the moonlight, I found she was heading in our direction instead of into the house.

Rather than going through the gate, she hopped the fence, striding over to us in her little diner outfit. Speaking of killing someone, the length of that skirt made me want to gouge her boss's eyes out. He knew what he was doing when he made them a requirement.

"Evening, boys," she announced, not glancing my way .

My head moved as I tracked her, right to where she plopped her ass on Austin's knee.

He sat there, frozen like a statue, as Henley's brows rose.

"Good day?" she asked, like being perched on his leg was as casual as brushing her goddamn teeth.

My jaw ached as I tried to sit back in my chair, attempting to look relaxed but feeling anything but.

"It was great," Austin said, keeping his hands off her, probably assuming I'd cut them off if given the chance. Smart guy.

Internally, I chastised myself. I didn't have some fucking claim on her.

"Pretty boring if you ask me," Henley replied.

I lifted my chin in her direction. "By that little smirk on your face, looks like you had a good day yourself."

Her hand rested on her bare thigh, her position making that tiny skirt ride higher. She shrugged. "It was alright."

"Any more visitors at work?" I swigged my beer, wishing like hell the liquid would cool the fuse threatening to spark in my gut. She wasn't mine. She could do whatever the fuck she wanted.

"Nope." She popped the P , exaggerating the roundness of her lips as she said the word.

She was trying to get under my skin, but two could play at that game.

"Austin."

He looked in my direction.

"Put your hand between her legs, would you?"

Her lips rolled together as she stared at me. I arched a brow, silently saying game on .

Austin looked up at her, gauging how she might feel about that.

"Are you okay if I?—"

"I didn't say fucking talk to her. I told you to move your fucking hand, so move it."

He glanced at me, unsure what my motive was here, but fuck. I didn't know, either.

His palm met her smooth skin, and the second they made contact, my jaw was clenching tighter. Slowly, he glided it between her legs, his fingers disappearing up under her skirt. The moment his hand disappeared, the fabric rose higher, revealing she wasn't wearing underwear.

Fuck me.

I nearly wanted to groan, but instead, I kept my back to the chair like this didn't bother me one bit. Brynne, keeping those beady eyes on me, looped an arm around the back of Austin's neck.

"How wet is she?" I asked, my voice an octave lower.

"Like she's been thinking about you all day."

Brynne didn't move, and from here, I could tell he swiped a finger up the center of her pussy.

"She can think about you now," I said to him, silently giving him permission to do whatever the fuck he wanted with her. She wasn't mine. I had to keep reminding myself of that when it should've already been ingrained in me.

She arched a brow in response, quietly sassing me.

I cocked my head to the side slightly. "Is that attitude, Brynne?"

She shrugged, pressing her breasts closer together with the move. "However you want to take it, Booker. "

The use of my name sent heat straight to my cock, which was exactly what she wanted to happen.

"Austin, bend her over your knee."

She gave no reaction as his hand paused between her legs.

"Uh, Booker?—"

"I didn't fucking stutter, did I?"

Setting his hands on her waist, he helped her off his knee, then guided her torso down until her stomach and chest rested across his lap. The sight of her like that made my jeans feel too damn tight.

I tipped the neck of my bottle in their direction. "Draw that little skirt of hers up."

His fingers wrapped around the hem, barely having to move it up at all for her perfect ass to be exposed. My eyes trailed down her body as he draped the skirt over her lower back.

A few feet to my right, Henley cleared his throat, adjusting in his seat. I could see the desire glowing in his eyes. Wouldn't want to fuck her , my ass. I'd show him exactly what he was fucking missing. Make him wish he could do the things I did to her.

"Show her what happens when she cops a fucking attitude."

Austin raised his hand, then brought it down on her cheek, the crack echoing through the dark fields around us. Brynne kept her gaze directly in front of her, holding back her reaction to the sting. I studied how she raised her ass just the slightest bit higher, begging for more.

"I don't think that did the job, Austin. What about you? "

He shook his head, dropping any hesitation he'd shown before. "Nah, I don't think so."

He glanced at me, and I dipped my chin in response.

Austin landed another slap to her opposite cheek, harder this time, and she jumped slightly, pressing her lips together.

"How wet is she now?"

He reached between her legs, dragging a finger up her center. "Soaked. She fucking likes it."

Satisfaction rolled through me, making my cock twitch.

"Why don't you feel inside her? Might be more."

He moved, sliding a finger into her drenched pussy, and I knew he'd hooked his finger deep inside her with the way her breath hitched.

"She really is a bad little slut," he said, and for some reason, I was fucking enjoying this.

I stood, setting my beer in the dirt beside my chair. "Keep that finger in her." I walked over to them, standing directly in front of her face. She looked up at me, eyes gleaming in the fire light. I crouched so we were eye level, watching her try to hide her reactions as Austin fingered her.

"You like how he feels inside you, Darlin'?"

She gave the slightest nod, a small whimper escaping her. As soon as she made the noise, Austin spanked her, making her jump again.

I straightened, unzipping my jeans and popping the button. "You want your holes filled again, don't you, little slut?"

Austin added another finger, pumping in and out of her as she tried to nod.

I pulled the top of my jeans down, freeing my cock from my restricting pants. I wrapped a fist around the base, stroking it slowly. "Wet those lips."

Her tongue darted out, coating them in saliva.

I ran the head of my cock along her mouth, then her tongue lapped at the tip, laving up the bead of moisture.

"Spit on it," I commanded.

Her lips pursed together before she did as I said, spitting on my cock. Some of it dripped off the side of my length before I pumped a fist along it.

"Open."

Those plump lips of hers parted, and I slid my cock in, her warm tongue wrapping the underside of it blissfully. All the while, Henley watched from across the fire. I was surprised he didn't try to relieve himself or leave. Instead, he just sat there, his intense gaze glued to us.

I wrapped a fist in her hair, holding her head steady as I began to fuck her mouth, gliding in and out of her as Austin continued to finger her.

"Why don't you play with her ass while you're at it, Austin," I said, burying myself deep in her mouth. Her tongue flexed as I hit the back of her throat, her eyes watering.

She moaned around me as Austin wet a third finger, sliding it into her tight little ass. I knew exactly how his finger felt in her, which only made me wrap my hand tighter in her hair. I pulled out of her mouth, drool sliding down her chin as I forced her to look up at me. Pure pleasure shone in her gaze, which was exactly what I wanted.

I glanced at Austin, and he took the signal, spanking her again. She moaned right as I forced her head back down, her lips instantly wrapping around my cock as I fucked her mouth relentlessly.

I'd never even dreamed of sharing a woman with my best friend, but the way I enjoyed Brynne being full of the two of us made me fucking feral.

Keeping her head steady, I slid down her throat, eliciting a gag. My other hand moved, plugging her nose as I stayed seated in her mouth, her tongue twitching so fucking hard against my length. I nearly fucking exploded as her throat tightened, and then I pulled out, letting her breathe.

She panted, saliva falling to the dirt at my boots, as Austin gripped her ass.

"You want to come with my cock in your mouth, Darlin'?"

She swallowed, nodding. "Yes, please."

Her plea made my cock throb.

"So needy, little slut." I slid my cock back past her swollen lips again as Austin pumped her harder, faster. Her drenched center was perfectly audible as he continued, his palm meeting the pink skin of her ass again with a crack.

I fucked her mouth just as hard, her saliva soaking her chin and neck while I did all the work.

Austin picked up speed, gripping her cheek so hard, his fingers dug into her skin. Then, her toes were lifting her ass higher, and she was moaning around my cock. As she came, I hit the back of her throat again, spilling myself inside her mouth.

There was nothing to compare to how good it felt. My release sliding down her throat as she orgasmed around Austin's fingers, her perfect, cherry red ass perked high in the air as he kept pumping her.

Finally, her body relaxed the slightest bit, and he slowed his pace, sliding his fingers out of her carefully. I pulled my cock out of her mouth, situating myself back in my pants as she breathed rapidly, trying to get herself under control.

The fire crackled beside us, the flame dying out as we all came down from whatever high overtook us. She went to push herself off his lap, and my gaze shot to Austin's hands helping her. Out of everything, that made me fucking jealous. Not him fingering her, not him wringing an orgasm out of her, but him helping her.

I moved without thinking, scooping her up into my arms. She let out a little shriek as I cradled her, pulling her to my chest. I didn't give a damn that her skirt dangled freely, exposing her sensitive ass. We'd all just seen her fucking come.

Without a word, I stomped away from the burn pile toward the house. With one hand, I unlatched the gate, then closed it behind us.

I had no fucking idea what I was doing, but whatever it was, I was doing it.