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  No, that wasn’t strong enough for what they made me feel. Hot. Wild. Uninhibited. Beautiful. Blissfully sated.

  A huge grin split my face as I stared up at the ceiling.

  Colt rose to his full height, leaned down and placed his hand by my head. He wiped his mouth with the back of his free hand as he stared down at me. “Why do you look so smug?”

  “You’re my first.”

  He stared down at me with such intensity. “You’re a virgin?”

  I rolled my eyes. “No, but you’re the first guy to…to get me to come.”

  He grinned then, clearly quite proud of himself. “So the guys before—”

  “Obviously didn’t know what they were doing.”

  Micah grabbed my far hip, rolled me toward him so I was on my belly, spanked my ass. I gasped, felt the sting, then the heat. I wiggled away, only to have Colt give me a swat, too.

  “Ever been with two guys before?”

  I looked over my shoulder at Micah, shook my head.

  “Ever told a guy how you liked it?” Colt added, caressing the heated flesh where they spanked.

  I bit my lip, thought about it. “No, I guess not. It’s just been…vanilla.”

  “We don’t need whips and blindfolds to get you off, sugar. But some rope?” Colt whistled through his teeth. “I’m a world champion roper. Might be fun to tie you up instead of a calf.”

  When I tried to roll back, he grinned and hooked an arm about my waist. “Got those condoms from your cabin?”

  I flushed then, which was ridiculous since he’d had his face buried between my thighs and I was now naked with my butt up in the air. He couldn’t see any more of me if he had a miner’s lamp on his head. And yet the mention of condoms had my cheeks heating.

  “In the little bag Micah gave me.”

  Micah moved to retrieve the bag and I turned my head to watch him. It had been dropped carelessly by the door and I couldn’t help but enjoy the flex of his naked butt muscles as he shifted to pick it up. He pulled out a long string of condoms. I hadn’t paid much attention to them, but I had to wonder now if they’d fit because Micah and Colt were big. Everywhere.

  He returned to the side of the bed, ripped off a packet and tossed the rest on the bed. “Good thing I have some packed, too. This won’t be enough.”

  I glanced down at the long strip. There had to be at least six. Not enough?

  I clenched my inner walls at the idea of being taken by these two that many times. And then some more.

  Once it was rolled on all the way, Colt moved out of the way and Micah stepped in behind me. The thick length of him sliding down my heated—and very sensitive—core.

  I wiggled my hips, hoping he’d settle right where I wanted him. Colt may have gotten me to come, but I felt empty. And these magnificent cocks would fill me right up.

  “Please,” I begged. “But go slow to make sure it fits.”

  “Ah, sugar. I love the flattery, but you’ve already got us naked,” Micah said, sliding very, very carefully into me. My eager muscles stretched and clenched around every inch of him until I felt his hips press against my sore butt.

  “Oh god,” I murmured, curling my back like a cat. He felt so good.

  Colt gave a small huff of a laugh as he settled on the bed, pillows at his back and me at his front.

  And by front, I meant very large, very erect cock. It was a few inches in front of me and I had to look past it and up to see Colt’s wicked grin and heated gaze.

  “Still want a taste?”

  It was hard to even understand his words because Micah slid back out at the pace of the Ice Age. I whimpered, shifted.

  “I can go faster now, sugar?” he asked.

  I didn’t turn my head to look at Micah, just kept my eyes focused on Colt.

  “Yes.” The answer was for both of them. Yes, I wanted Micah to fuck me faster. Yes, I wanted to taste Colt’s cock. I wanted to lick up that little bead of pre-cum at the tip. And the way he gripped the base of it and held it for me, he wanted me to do it, too.

  I leaned forward and licked him like an ice cream cone. The salty drop coated my tongue and I wanted more. I wanted all of it that I knew filled his large, heavy balls.

  The bed shifted as Micah moved out of my way. I’d never taken two men at once, never even considered it. But now, wow. Now, I had no idea if I’d be able to go back. It was just so much…more. Or maybe it was Micah and Colt.

  Colt’s big hand gently cupped the back of my head as Micah’s palm settled on my hip. Wet sounds of fucking filled the room. I was practically dripping, making it easy for Micah to take me. And my licks and sucks on Colt’s cock only added to it all. Colt was breathing hard and Micah gave a small groan when he angled his hips, learned what made me gasp.

  The more Micah made me feel good, the more I took Colt into my mouth. I was going to come again. I could feel it now, knew the difference between touching myself and having these two get me off. But Micah’s cock stroked places inside me that had never been touched before. I had no idea how that was possible, but the spot, just inside, his big head stroked over once, then again, before plunging all the way in. Over and over until I was gripping the blanket and practically had Colt down my throat.

  Colt hissed out a breath and tugged me off him by my damp hair. “I want to come in that pussy, sugar.”

  I clenched down on Micah at the thought, which made him grip my hip and groan. The motions of his hips shifted to erratic. “Shit, talk dirty to her again.”

  I grinned, realizing the power I had over Micah, the thrill that I was making him mindless.

  “What? That I’ve got the taste of her pussy on my tongue and can’t wait to get my dick in it? Or is it that I love watching her perfect tits sway as you get fucked from behind?”

  The pleasure that had been building, that made my skin slick with sweat, my nipples pebble and brush against the soft blanket, became too much. I tossed back my head, eyed Colt as the stunning heat overwhelmed me. Then I closed my eyes, tightened my muscles and gave over to the scorching heat Micah was wringing from me. This time, I didn’t scream. No sound came out of my open mouth.

  “Beautiful,” I heard Colt murmur and Micah’s fingers dug into my hip. He slammed into me one last time, growled and I swore I felt the heat of his seed through the latex barrier.

  As soon as I felt Micah pull out, I was flipped over, spun around as if I weighed nothing. I opened my eyes to watch a very eager Colt settle me in front of him, bringing one of my legs across his body and to his hip so he knelt between my parted thighs. He didn’t take his eyes off of my pussy as he grabbed a condom and slid it on.

  “Ready to come again?” he asked. His hips were tucked under, his cock jutting from between his powerful thighs and beneath washboard abs.

  I was sensitive and sated. “Two orgasms are twice my usual. I’m…I don’t know if I can take any more pleasure.”

  Colt was not to be deterred. “Say no because you don’t want more, otherwise, we’ll make you come until you pass out.”

  Oh god.

  And with his wicked grin, he tugged my hips so I slid up his thighs and pulled me right onto him. My back was curved up off the bed and the angle was… “Oh. My. God.”

  I saw Micah toss a tissue covered condom into the waste basket and come back to the bed. “You’ll come again, sugar, or Colt will have his feelings hurt. You don’t want that, do you?”

  I shook my head, looked up at Colt as he began to pick up his pace. He dropped forward, landing on his hand and looming over me. Sweat dotted his brow, the tendons in his neck stood out. A hand came between us and he brushed my clit. So gently, in complete contrast to the way he became unrestrained.

  I gasped. The slightest touch and I was so close. How did they know exactly what I needed?

  “How many times do you think I can get you to come with my cock deep in your pussy?”

  He worded it as a challenge and the intent in his eyes and the expert flick of his fingers
told me I was going to be unconscious very soon.

  But he didn’t do swirls or circles over my swollen flesh. No. He narrowed his eyes, thrust his hips deep…and his fingers pinched.

  The sharp bite of pain on my clit morphed into the most incredible orgasm of my life. A full body experience. My nipples throbbed, my toes curled, my skin bloomed with perspiration, my breath was trapped in my lungs. Colors flashed behind my eyelids. I was primed. Easily orgasmic, it seemed. I just needed to be eaten out and then fucked by two men and I’d come like a porn star.

  When I stopped thrashing on the bed, calling out Colt’s name, he said, “That’s one.”

  “That was three,” I panted, surprised I could do any kind of math at a time like this.

  “Oh, sugar,” he breathed, leaning down to nip at my neck, nuzzle behind my ear. His hips slowed, but didn’t stop. “My mouth on you was just warm up. Priming the pump, so to speak.”

  “And the one I gave you I get the credit for,” Micah said, clearly proud he’d gotten me off.

  I shook my head, looked up at both of them. “It’s too good. I don’t think I can do that again.”

  Micah stroked my hair back from my face. It wasn’t really wet anymore from the rain, but damp with sweat.

  “You can and you will,” Micah commanded. I had no choice but to take the orgasms they were going to give me.

  Colt began to move then, expertly rolling and thrusting, pushing one of my knees back toward my chest. “Here comes number two.”

  “Oh god.” My eyes fell closed, I gripped the bedding and held on for the wild ride to come.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Colt

  “What time is it?”

  Lacey’s voice had me turning.

  The storm had cleared out after an hour, as quickly as it blew in. In its wake, everything was wet, the air cooler and the sky crystal clear. I was in the open grassy area between the cabin and the lake practicing with my rope, enjoying the view, the quiet.

  Hell, I was enjoying the lingering feelings of fucking the woman of our dreams. When I’d pushed Lacey into her third orgasm—with my dick deep inside her—I’d gone over with her. The pleasure had been too great to hold off and I’d come on a growl, my mind going blank and there was no question I went blind for a minute or so.

  Lacey was perfect. In bed. There was no doubt the three of us shared intense, amazing chemistry. But that wasn’t all I wanted her for. She wasn’t a buckle bunny on the rodeo circuit. Hell, she wasn’t like any woman we’d ever had before. But we barely knew her. That would change.

  I wanted to know everything. Her favorite foods, if she liked gel or mint toothpaste, where she grew up, where she got the scar on the inside of her left knee.

  We’d just been waiting for her to wake up. When we said she’d black out with pleasure, we’d been slightly exaggerating; two men who believed their prowess in bed could render a woman unconscious.

  With Lacey, we’d done it. I’d recovered enough to pull out and tend to the condom and she’d been asleep by the time I’d returned from the waste basket.

  And stayed that way, until now.

  I turned and looked at her, standing on the porch wearing just my snap shirt. Holy fuck, my cock got hard again.

  “Around eight,” I guessed. This time of year, it stayed light until almost ten, but the sun was gone from sight much earlier than that.

  “I slept a long time. I’m still dealing with jet lag. Sorry.”

  I coiled the rope into long loops in my hand and walked toward her. “What are you sorry for?” I asked.

  She’d tugged her hair from the ponytail and it fell over her shoulders, tangled and wild. Like she’d been through a rainstorm and wildly fucked. My shirt hung long down her thighs, but knowing she was bare, what her breasts looked like beneath, had me going instantly hard.

  She bit her lip, glanced around, up at the sky. Then at me. At my bare chest. I had on my jeans, nothing else.

  “That you had to wait for me. I assume you want to get back.”

  I crooked my finger and she came down the two steps and onto the damp grass, her feet bare. From twenty feet away, I could see her hot pink toenails, her toned calves, the way her fingers nervously plucked at the hem of my shirt.

  “While the weather’s better, it’s late. If we left now, we wouldn’t return to the ranch until after dark. We’ll spend the night here.”

  “Won’t they be worried where we are?” she asked, biting her lip.

  “I called the front desk, let them know we were here, that you were fine and also that the cabin was occupied.”

  She frowned. “You called?”

  “There’s no electric or water, but there’s cell reception,” I explained. “Matt and Ethan—the owners—have it so there’s service anywhere on the Hawk’s Landing property. All employees have phones with them for safety, but don’t usually tell the guests about it.”

  “We’re staying the night. Here. Together?” The last word came out as a squeak.

  I cocked my head toward the cabin. “Micah and I can sleep outside if you want, but I have to admit, I’d rather be in that big bed with you. Between us.”

  “Oh,” she murmured.

  “You’re blushing.” After what we’d done, I was surprised I’d scandalized her.

  She looked at the coiled rope in my hand, then at me.

  “This isn’t me. Really. I don’t…I don’t sleep around.” She tossed her hands up. “God, I don’t—didn’t used to—sleep with strangers.”

  No, I didn’t think she ever did. She wasn’t a virgin, but she needed at least a connection with the man—or men—she gave herself to. Trust. “After what we did, I don’t think we’re strangers, do you?”

  She cocked her hip and bent her knee, shifting her weight. My question made her blush even more. “I wanted some fun and it’s over. You got what you wanted.”

  I heard the defensiveness in her tone. Reflex or avoidance of the truth? “If I couldn’t see that you’re embarrassed by what we did, I’d take offense to that.”

  “Well, you did,” she countered, her hands going to her hips. “Got what you wanted, I mean.” The move made my shirt ride up her thighs an inch or two. I saw her stance as more endearing than argumentative.

  “And so did you, if I remember correctly. What was it, five times?” I could think of every single one of them.

  She looked away, anywhere but at me.

  “There’s no reason to be embarrassed about what we did. What we made you feel.”

  “I’m not like that,” she said, repeating her earlier words.

  I nodded once. “I believe you. And that’s one of the things that’s so appealing about you. You’ve had some time to think and are wondering why you said yes to us.”

  “Yes,” she agreed, dropping her hands, going over to the porch rail and wrapping her fingers around it. I ached to go to her, to bend her over that rail, watch my shirt ride up and then fuck her. Out in the open where her screams would echo off the mountains.

  “To two men,” I added. I was saying what she wouldn’t, but I wanted to get all her worries out in the open. To address each one and put it behind us. Unless she was wildly open to threesomes—which I knew she wasn’t since she’d admitted to never being with two men before—or she grew up in Bridgewater, this was going to be a struggle for her. This meaning being with both Micah and me. Permanently.

  “Yes!” she said, her voice rising, her hands going up in the air.

  I wanted to get closer to her, to pull her into my arms, but I worried she’d bolt. So I stood still, hands at my sides, coiled rope slack in my fingers.

  “There’s something between us, sugar. Can’t you feel it?”

  “We have chemistry.” She shrugged as if what this was between us was just chemistry. Fuck no. It was so much more than that. “It’s been awhile for me. I’m on vacation and this is a fling. You heard my sister on the damned speakerphone, I needed to get laid.”

  “I’ll a
gree with the last. You did need to get laid.”

  Her lips thinned and I held up my free hand.

  “But not just with any guy. Not some guy on your flight, not the rental car agent. Not even the guy at the reception desk. You wanted us. Why?” I paused, but answered for her. “Because you’re drawn to us just as we’re drawn to you.”

  “I don’t even know you,” she snapped.

  “I could say I know what you look like when you come or the color of your nipples. I know you have a scar on the inside of your knee and a little mole on the inside of your thigh. Just as well as you know the feel of my dick on your tongue.”

  Her cheeks flushed again, this time for a completely different reason.

  “That’s it, I’m out of here.” She turned on her heel but before she could get up the two steps to the porch, I’d dropped the rope to the ground except for the tail end, circled it over my head and whipped my wrist, sending it through the air so the lasso wrapped around her. All the years competing in calf roping finally paid off.

  As soon as it got about her waist, I tugged, tightening the loop, but not too hard to have her fall over.

  She gasped, spun about, but her arms were pinned at her side. She wasn’t as wiggly as a calf, but she was just as ornery about being roped. “Colt!”

  I reeled her in, hand over hand on the rope as I walked toward her until she stood in front of me. “Let me go.”

  “Trying to get away?” Micah called, coming around the side of the cabin. Since we’d made the decision to spend the night, he’d been tending to the horses, settling them into the lean-to and small corral. He had one of the saddle bags which I knew held the food provided by the guest ranch kitchen for Lacey’s outing. They never skimped—and had expected two guests, not one—so I had no doubt there was enough for us until we returned tomorrow. We wouldn’t go hungry. If we got her soothed and settled, content to spend the night with us, my concern was whether we had enough condoms.