Rain Falls by Harley McRide Page A

man’s ass, much less a General but I’ll do it, and love the hair too, babe,” Charro said as he stepped in behind her. He pressed in to her, sandwiching her between them with his hands roaming up and down her sides. He slid one around and gripped her tit, giving it a squeeze before feeling out her nipple and pinching it. She let out a little gasp and Knight grinned.
    “You like the hair enough to hold onto while I do dirty things to you?” She giggled.
    “That’s what I wanna hear, baby,” he cooed. “Except, I want a lot more screaming and dirty talk, got it?”
    “Demanding much?” she said, fighting off her arousal. With four hands touching her all over, it proved to be no easy feat.
    “Damn straight. We own this body, baby. Which means we own this sweet pussy,” his hand slid down her belly and across the crotch of her jeans. “And this hot little mouth,” he kissed her hard and abrasive, smiling when her tongue jetted out to meet his.
    “And this perfect ass,” Charro added, cupping one cheek and kneading it. He reached around and unfastened her jeans, making them easy to slide down to her knees. As usual there were no panties in his way. “Fuck, I love that you are a dirty girl,” he growled. “You’re gonna wear a skirt for us with no panties so we can play with you tomorrow,” he ordered.
    “Fuck yeah,” Knight said, pulling away from her lips.
    “I can’t ride my bike with a damn skirt on,” she huffed, determined to let them know they weren’t going to dictate her wardrobe. She was still iffy about their claims to owning her in any sense, but especially her orgasms. That wasn’t something she was willing to give them control over. For one, she could bring herself over the edge over and over again and did frequently. There wasn’t a chance in hell they were going to tell her when she could and couldn’t get herself off.
    “No, but you can ride on the back of ours,” he grinned sheepishly.
    “I have my own damn bike,” she spit, her spine going straight and rigid against Charro’s chest.
    “Yeah, but you’re gonna be on the back of one of ours tomorrow. Now, get those clothes off.” Charro didn’t leave room for argument in his tone. Rain didn’t seem to care.
    “Don’t boss me around,” she huffed, her hands going to Knight’s chest to push him back. He, of course, didn’t move.
    “One more chance, baby. Take ‘em off now.” Charro’s hand slid up her back to the back of her neck.
    “Excuse me? Don’t tell me what to fucking do,” she said defensively.
    “Bad answer,” Knight chuckled. She watched his eyes dance over her shoulder to Charro and wondered what the hell he was laughing about. Before she picked up on what they were doing, Charro had the hem of her shirt up over her head while Knight reached down and yanked off her boots before they removed her jeans. Knight bent down and put his shoulder in her stomach, tossing her over his shoulder.
    “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Put me down!” she yelled. Her fists beat on his back but he ignored her and sat down in a chair with her belly across his lap and her head hanging off toward the floor. Her hands pushed against his leg and the leg of the chair, trying to upright herself but a giant hand pushed in the middle of her back.
    “Stay still,” he growled. “Give me your belt, Charro. It’s time Rain learns who is in charge.”
    “‘Bout fuckin’ time,” he grumbled, the sound of him unfastening his belt buckle and pulling the leather strap through his belt loops echoing beside her. She jerked at the sound, once again fighting to right herself.
    “Stay down or you won’t sit for a week,” Charro demanded. His voice had gone hard.
    “The fuck you say,” she hissed and pushed up, her back arching. The sound of popping leather made her jump and momentarily freeze. When the sting lined across her ass and it popped again, she yelped. “Fuck! What the hell—” Smack ! He spanked her