Free Briar's Cowboys by Brynn Paulin Page B

embrace, Briar moved a few paces away to take off her clothes. The drapes were open, giving her a clear view of the swirling flakes outside the window. She couldn’t imagine the men riding through this back to the cabin on the Flying D. The tire tracks from earlier were invisible, and judging by the accumulation against the bushes, it looked as if a foot of snow had come down. How much more would fall before morning?
    Letting the thick precipitation outside be her backdrop, she turned and faced Ram. When she thought about being between him and Jax all night, she didn’t care how much it accumulated before morning. She’d be nice and warm.
    Without further considering anything beyond this moment, Briar pulled off her T-shirt and jeans. Ram discarded his own clothes and reached for her as she stepped free of the denim. She shivered in pleasure as he drew her close, and she felt every inch of his powerful body against her. Cupping her face, he kissed her. While Jax’s kisses were determined and direct, Ram’s were gentler. He explored her thoroughly, making her feel cherished with each movement of his lips on hers. His fingers spread, and he slid them around to splay the back of her head. Tenderly, he angled her for his best advantage.
    Enraptured, Briar curled her fingers on his chest. His skin was so smooth and hard as it stretched over firm muscle. With men like Ram and Jax by her side, she knew nothing could harm her—nothing would dare. Once again, she was struck with an overwhelming sense of safety. She was safe here with them. This was where she needed to be.
    His arm slid behind her back and he dipped her down onto the bed. Her legs moved naturally around him as he kept kissing her.
    “Damn, you’re delicious,” he muttered as his mouth moved along her jaw then down her neck. She arched into him as he kissed and nipped the curve of her breast.
    “Yes,” she gasped as his hot mouth enveloped the first needy peak. He drew greedily, each pull yanking at the nerves in her pussy. His tongue lashed over the rigid tip, followed by his teeth scraping across it until Briar shook. Her hips canted into him as mindless pleasure wrapped around her.
    “I can’t get enough of these,” he rasped, moving to the other nipple. Briar jolted at the first touch. Her blood raced through her to pulse behind her clit.
    “Oh, yes!” She buried her fingers in is thick, dark hair and held him to her. At the moment, she was sure he’d make her come just from his mouth alone. That talented, ever-flicking tongue was driving her mad. “Ram, please,” she begged. She needed him inside her more than she needed to breathe.
    To her disappointment, he rolled to her side. The back of his curled fingers trailed along her body, from her sternum to the divot of her navel. Lightly, he traced the indentation before moving lower.
    “No condoms in here,” he told her. His fingertip ran along the crease of her pussy. He had to feel how wet she was for him, how ready.
    Her teeth gritted with her need. Damn condoms anyway!
    “Relax, baby,” he murmured against her neck. “Just let me make you happy.”
    His finger slipped between her folds to find her clit. Slowly, he rotated over the nub while she shuddered in his arms. “I…God, Ram…”
    Blood rushed past her ears deafening her to anything but the heavy, rapid thud of her heart. Her orgasm fluttered wildly across her belly as her cream flooded her pussy, making his fingers slick.
    She barely noticed the door opening and closing before Jax stood beside the bed, pulling off his clothes.
    “Go away unless you brought protection,” Ram muttered.
    “Of course, I did,” Jax answered. Picking up his jeans and digging in the pocket. He tossed a handful of packets on the bed before climbing in next to them. Stretching beside Briar, he stroked his hands over her belly and up to her breast. Cupping one mound in his warm, callused hand, he molded the flesh and latched onto the peak with his