Tequila Truth by Mari Carr Read Free Book Online

pressure building below.
    “Oh God,” she screamed as her body splintered with the sheer pleasure of it. “Holy hell.” She trembled and struggled against her bonds, not from fear, but frustration. She needed someone hard inside her—now.
    The sound of soft laughter and Colt’s “slow down” alerted her to the fact she’d made her demand out loud. Sadly, their response didn’t soothe her ragged nerves.
    “Now,” she repeated, through gritted teeth. “One of you needs to get inside me now.”
    Heath’s smile hovered, but a flash of annoyance seemed to cross Colt’s face and his dark eyes narrowed.
    “Darlin’, you’ve got to learn that you don’t go around making demands here.”
    “Who says?” Her voice was confrontational, but she didn’t care. She was barely clinging to her sanity.
    “I say and Heath says. In case you failed to notice, you are tied up, Kylie.” His frown was replaced with a wicked smile. “At our mercy. Ours to torment and take whenever we feel like it.”
    She pressed her hip against Colt’s hard-on and gave him a sultry grin when he hissed. “Feels like you’d like to now.”
    Heath laughed at their sexy banter and she turned her heated gaze toward him. Of the two men, she suspected Heath would be the most susceptible to her demands.
    She lowered her voice, adding a huskiness she hoped he wouldn’t be able to refuse. “Heath, I need you. Put your big cock inside me, baby, and fuck me. Please.”
    Heath’s laughter died and his eyes seemed to darken.
    “Geez, she’s good,” he muttered.
    “And naughty as hell.” Colt leaned up and turned her face back to his with a strong hand on her jaw. “You’re playing with fire, darlin’, and believe me, the only one who’s going to get burned is you. Now behave yourself and you’ll get everything you’re asking for.”
    She started to protest, but Heath must have decided to save her from herself as he bent down and claimed her lips in a kiss that screamed passion and possession. His tongue forced her mouth open and swooped in to tangle with hers. The power of the kiss was overwhelming by itself, but intensified when she felt Colt’s fingers drifting softly along her stomach.
    Her hips rose in an attempt to capture Colt’s touch, but every time he seemed on the verge of giving her what she most desired, his fingers detoured, stroking the tops of her thighs, her knees, her hips. She wanted to scream at him, rant and rave and insist that he touch her where it would do the most good, but Heath wasn’t giving her a chance to complain. His tongue and teeth were tormenting her lips and she was struggling to breathe from the onslaught of his kisses.
    Finally, she felt one of Colt’s callused fingers against her clit. Just a quick tap and it was gone, but the touch was enough and she fought against the bonds at her feet, desperate to rub her legs together for some sort of relief. She heard a strangled cry and realized it was coming from her. Heath responded to the sound by releasing her lips.
    “I think our girl wants something a bit stronger, Colt.”
    Colt didn’t respond with words, but with another tap, this one harder, on her clit. She bucked up into his touch, but his hands continued to elude her.
    Heath’s lips trailed along her cheek until he reached her ear. Pulling the plump lobe into his mouth, he nipped lightly at it, his warm breath teasing her as much as Colt’s hit-and-run fingers.
    “Please,” she whimpered.
    “Oh yeah, Red,” Heath whispered in her ear, his voice darkly seductive. “I like the sound of that. Beg us. Beg us to fuck you.”
    Kylie’s independent streak wanted to fight against his dominant demand, but that seemed to be the only part of her body not willing to acquiesce. The rest of her was pleading…big time.
    In the meantime, Colt’s touches were becoming more frequent, harder, longer and the power of speech deserted her entirely.
    Heath continued to whisper in her ear. His words wrapped