Boots and Chaps by Myla Jackson

well-hung men. As the pain abated, she nodded. “Okay, I’m okay.”
    Jackson slid slowly out, then back in. He waited while Luke did the same. They settled into an alternating rhythm.
    Audrey lay there, unable to move for the amount of fucking and loving every minute of it. So much so that she didn’t want to come, didn’t want the men to come. She wanted them to continue on until she died of ecstasy.
    Luke’s hands on her sides tightened, his fingers digging into her skin. He pushed deeper, holding steady, his body tensing against her bottom. “Geez!” His cock pulsed inside her ass.
    Her body throbbed in unison.
    When Luke’s grip loosened, he slid out and moved away. “Wow. That’s all I can say.” He shook his head, his eyes wide. “Wow.”
    With only Jackson buried inside her now, some of the tension left Audrey.
    “Are you ready to come?”
    “No.” She pressed her lips to his.
    “Do you want me to get you there?”
    “Yes, Master. Please.” She bit into his lip and tugged on it.
    His arm slipped around her, and he flipped her onto her back without losing the connection. “Mark, get the ropes I keep by the back door. Oh, and the riding crop.”
    “Ropes? Riding crop?” Her body quickened, her breathing short and shallow. Just when she thought she had Jackson figured out, he surprised her. But ropes meant he’d have complete control. A knot of fear clenched in her gut even as a ripple of excitement fanned out across her body.

Chapter Eight
    Jackson had never been into this Dom-sub stuff. He didn’t know if he was doing it right. Hell, he could barely spell BDSM, but if that was what turned Audrey on, he was willing to try anything.
    He had to admit, having his brothers participate had been a complete turn-on. Not that he was into his brothers, but watching Audrey with them and them with her—he got hard just thinking about it.
    Audrey was different from any other woman Jackson had ever dated. In her work environment, she was tough as nails and didn’t take shit from anyone. A huge contrast from her sex life. She wanted to be dominated, yet she wanted an out. Multiple partners made her even hotter.
    The man’s man inside Jackson had balked at first to sharing any woman with any other man. He wanted a woman to love him and only him. But this woman was special. She had needs and desires so intense he wondered if one man would ever be enough for her.
    Was he willing to play second fiddle for long? Was there a chance at a long-term relationship with this woman? He didn’t know where this would lead, but he did know he was about to throw bondage into the bag of tricks and see how she reacted.
    Mark scrambled out of the room to fetch the riding crop and ropes.
    Jackson leaned over Audrey and kissed her, all of his hopes and desires taking the kiss past a pleasant pressure to a joining of the hearts. He thrust past her teeth, his tongue circling hers, stroking, tasting.
    When Mark returned carrying a wad of ropes and a thin black riding crop, Jackson broke the kiss and pulled his cock free of her channel. The night air cooled the heat of her moisture clinging to his skin, but not for long. He had plans to be back inside her, very soon.
    She pouted up at him. “Are we done?”
    “Hardly.” He bent and scooped her into his arms, lifting her high.
    Her arms draped around his neck, the chaps flapping against his belly, her breasts within reach of his mouth.
    Jackson couldn’t resist. He kissed one, then took it between his teeth and nipped.
    “Ouch!” Audrey batted at his chest. “That wasn’t very nice.”
    “I thought it was.” He smiled and carried her down the hall toward the master suite. “Mark, Luke, follow.”
    Obediently, his brothers trailed him into the bedroom.
    Once inside, Jackson stood Audrey on her feet, his hands going to the strap holding the chaps snug against her hips. “It’s time to lose these.” He flicked the strap and the chaps fell to the floor. “Get on the