lust-induced trance, she nodded. "In my back pocket."
"Help her out of her shorts," Original Sin commanded.
Another cowboy emerged from the shadows, wearing a black cowboy hat, jeans and a pair of sunglasses. He knelt in front of her, his hands sliding up her legs to the jagged hem of her cutoffs. He grabbed the fringes and tugged them over her thighs and down past her ankles.
Original Sin pulled her blouse up and over her head, tossing it to a chair in the corner. "Now, pleasure her." Her mystery cowboy continued his assault on her clit while two more men appeared out of nowhere, both wearing the black cowboy hats and sunglasses. Each grabbed a thigh, dropped to their knees and scooped her up, opening her legs wide.
The man in front of her cupped her ass and licked her pussy, his tongue thrusting deep inside.
Suspended on two muscular legs, Charli moaned, her body on fire, her blood pumping hard inside her veins. And she was supposed to break it off...why? Why settle for one man when she could have four, giving her everything her sexual desires could handle?
An image of Connor laughing down at her in the bright sunlight flashed through her consciousness. She pushed it firmly aside as tingles rippled across her body, the start of a mind-blowing orgasm sure to beat all the rest.
"Enough." Original Sin's hand jerked away from her pussy at the crucial moment. The man tongue-fucking her backed away and reached for her cutoffs, removing the thong and pasties from the back pocket. The men holding her thighs, straightened, setting her on her feet.
Charli's legs wobbled. If not for OS still standing behind her, she'd have melted into the floor, a quivering, needy puddle of unfulfilled lust.
"Why'd you stop?" she asked, her breath panting in short gasps.
"We have more in store for you."
"But I was almost there." Careful, Charli, that sounded like pleading .
He smiled, his eyes hidden behind the sunglasses. "And you will be again."
"And again," said one of the other cowboys.
"And again," the third repeated.
"And again," so sayeth number four.
A tremor shook Charli's body. Four men. Had she died and gone to heaven? "But I want to come now."
"Patience."
Charli's back stiffened and she swung to face OS, her eyes narrowed. Connor Mason had said the same thing earlier that same day.
The Mystery Cowboy wore the same sunglasses as the others, the lenses reflecting her face like a mirror.
She reached out to rip the glasses from his face, but he caught her arm halfway there.
"Panties," he said, in a firm, even tone.
Charli's ears strained to compare his voice to Connor's. She studied his jaw, his ears, searching for a resemblance, only she'd been too busy thinking about sex to memorize facial features.
A cowboy slowly slipped the panties up over her thighs, his hands testing the firmness of her muscles. He settled the strap between her butt cheeks, his finger digging into her tight anus.
Charli sucked in a quick breath and let it out. "Why dress me if you're going to make love to me again and again?"
"Quiet. You are now our sex slave." He nodded to the two men who'd held her legs. Each had a single pastie in a hand. They peeled the tape off the back and stuck the black-jeweled ornament to each of Charli's nipples. The tightness on her nipples pulled at her core, making her insides hotter.
"What do you mean, sex slave?" she whispered, her breathing less than adequate.
"It has come to our attention that you have been seeing another man. As punishment, you will be confined to a cell, tortured and will be forced to perform lewd and lascivious acts to atone for this infraction."
Her date with Connor? Her chest pinched. "How did you know? Are you spying on me?"
"We have our ways of knowing."
"I didn't come in here to be made a fool of. I came to tell you—"
"Silence!"
A silk scarf appeared out of nowhere and was wrapped around her face, covering her mouth.
Charli tried to protest, but her words came out as a muffled