Hold Me Close (Bridgewater County Book 4) Page 8

  I didn’t release my hold on Ethan’s head, only rocked my hips into his mouth and on Matt’s finger. “I’m…I’m going to come. Holy shit, this feels so good.”

  Matt tsked me. “If you can still make sentences, we’re not doing it right.”

  Ethan agreed with a murmur, the vibrations of it pushed me over the edge.

  I came, practically ripping Ethan’s hair out as I held on for dear life. My cry split the air and I was glad Matt hooked an arm about my waist otherwise I would have melted to the floor like a puddle of goo.

  Yes, yes. Yes!

  They continued their attentions, but softened them, gentled them until my orgasm ebbed.

  “Wow,” I said.

  Ethan moved back and I finally released my hold. He laughed as he ran his hand over his head, sat back on his heels.

  “I love hearing you come,” Matt murmured, kissing my shoulder.

  “We’re not done, sweetheart,” Ethan promised. “That was just a warmup.”

  Oh yeah, I was all warmed up. My muscles were like pulled taffy, my skin damp with sweat. I had a feeling they were right. I wasn’t going to be able to make sentences if they made me come like that again. And I had a feeling they would. Again and again.

  “More,” I said. “In me. Now. God, please.”

  Matt came around and stood beside Ethan. They studied me closely, perhaps ensuring I was still okay. Which I was. So much more than just okay.

  “You want to ride our cocks for your first time?” Matt asked.

  I nodded. Perhaps that was best. While I did trust these two, knew they weren’t Andy, I didn’t want to ruin it by any possible freak out if they were pressing me into the mattress.

  Matt moved to the bed, yanked the covers and sheet back, sat down, legs extended, back against the headboard. Cock sticking straight up. He curled a finger at me, beckoning me to him. They had barely touched me yet and I wanted them.

  Ethan stood, then helped me up onto the bed, shifting on my knees so I straddled Matt’s hips, his cock directly beneath me.

  “Wait,” Matt said, leaning forward and taking my nipple into his mouth. He laved it with his tongue, tugging, the released it with a loud pop. He grinned. “Oh yeah.”

  My inner walls clenched and released as he’d done that. Now I just felt empty.

  He put his hands on my hips as I shimmied, felt the broad head of his cock at my entrance.

  “Take your time, baby. Nice and easy.”

  Even though the tendons in Matt’s neck were tight, he offered an easy smile and I liked this almost playful air to him. Yeah, in about ten seconds I was no longer going to be a virgin. That was a big deal. Doing it with both of them was a big deal. It was to them, too, based on everything they’d said. But he wasn’t making it serious now.

  I lowered myself and I began to open for him. My eyes widened, unused to the stretch. His finger had been in me, but that had been nothing compared to this. I lifted up, dropped again, thankful gravity was helping. I felt his fingers clench on my hips, then relax.

  The bed dipped and Ethan came to sit beside me. His hand slid up and down my back and he began to speak. Dirty words, words that made me eager to have Matt in me.

  I love seeing you take Matt’s cock. You’re perfect for us. That’s it. Deeper. You can take all of him. Soon it will be my turn. My dick’s so hard for you. I can’t wait to mark you as mine. Fill you with that baby we all want.

  Matt fit, but it was tight. Really tight. My inner walls rippled and I shifted, adjusting to the feel of him. I was wet, crazily so, and it had been much easier than expected. It was only when I was sitting directly on his lap, my butt resting on his bare thighs, that I realized it hadn’t hurt.

  “I thought it was supposed to be painful,” I said, my voice coming out in little pants. “That there was blood and thinking of England.”

  Matt was gritting his teeth. “I’m thinking of England right now trying not to come. Baby, you’re squeezing me and I’m not going to last.”

  I laughed, came up a touch, dropped back down.

  “Oh,” I said, my eyes going wide. That felt good.

  “Not every woman has a hymen, or it was torn at some point. Does it matter?” Ethan asked.

  I lifted and lowered myself again, this time a little further out and a little harder back down. I cried out. “No. No, it doesn’t matter at all,” I breathed.

  “Fuck,” Matt whispered. “I’m just glad there’s no pain. Only pleasure, right?”

  I nodded, my ponytail tickling my back.

  “Shit,” Ethan added when I started to find a rhythm. I could feel my breasts bouncing, but I didn’t care. I was just chasing the pleasure, grinding my clit against Matt. “You’re gorgeous, sweetheart. Come for us.”

  I fucked with abandon. Even though I’d never done it before, I was getting the hang of it pretty fast. I knew what felt good and I wanted it. But I wasn’t getting there and it seemed that Ethan knew because I felt fingers on my clit.

  I opened my eyes, turned my head and looked at him. “That’s it. Now you can come. We’ll both get you there.”

  I began to move again and it didn’t take long, not with Ethan’s expert touch. He certainly knew his way around a clit. My thighs quivered, my inner walls clenched, my nipples tightened. I gave over to the pleasure, arched my back, cried out.

  I felt Matt’s grip tighten, felt him thicken within me. He held me down, thrust his hips up and groaned. He was so deep I felt the hot spurts of his seed, knew he was feeling the same bliss I was. I’d given it to him, made him feel that way.

  It was hard to catch my breath and for some strange reason the tips of my ears were tingling.

  “My turn,” Ethan said. I could hear the need in his voice. I’d come twice and he was still waiting. Glancing down at Matt, I saw that he was no longer tense, but had a sly grin on his face, his cheeks flushed.

  “Be a good girl and give Ethan what he wants.”

  I bit my lip, glanced at Ethan, then nodded. Matt easily lifted me up and off of him and I hissed, every spot inside me awake and eager for more. I felt his seed slipping from me and a drop fell onto Matt’s thigh.

  Ethan growled, grabbed me from Matt and flipped me onto my back. I gasped at the manhandling, but liked it. He stood, grabbed my ankle and tugged me so I was sideways on the bed, Matt moving out of the way. Ethan didn’t release my ankle, but took the other one too. I was open for him, my butt right at the edge of the bed.

  “Okay?” he asked. Even rock hard and blatantly eager to fuck, he was still thinking of me first.

  I nodded, then said, “Yes.” I wanted him to hear it, to know I wanted him.

  He growled, bent his knees and aligned himself. He slid in in one long, slow stroke. I was a little sore, definitely tender from Matt, but I was also more prepared. I was wet not only with my juices but Matt’s seed. Ethan stretched me open just like Matt had and I felt even more well claimed. His fingers gripped my ankles, first putting them by his hips as he began to fuck in a steady pace.

  “So tight. So perfect, sweetheart,” he said. His dark eyes met mine and I couldn’t help but nod again. It was perfect. “One of these days, we’ll take you together. Matt in your pussy and I’ll take your virgin ass.”

  I moaned at the thought, of both of them inside me at the same time.

  This angle was completely different than when I straddled Matt. Ethan was rubbing over completely new places, and when he brought both of my ankles up to his right shoulder so I was a little angled, I swore my eyes rolled back in my head.

  “Fuck,” I mumbled. It was so good. I was really glad for all those yoga classes but I didn’t have any brain cells left to think about anything but coming again.

  I barely felt the bed shift before a mouth closed over my nipple. My fingers went right to Matt’s hair, as if to anchor me to something.

  When Ethan shifted my ankles again so one of them was on each of his shoulders, I looked up at him. “I’m going to come.”


  “Good girl. Come and I’ll go with you.”

  Matt’s head came up and he watched me. “We’re like randy teenagers. We’ve got all night, baby. Don’t worry. Next time we won’t be on such a hair trigger.”

  I heard him. I processed his words. Barely. Then Ethan pounded into me and I came. Thought fled. Words died. I couldn’t even scream, there was no sound. Every muscle in my body tensed, sweat broke out over my skin and I was gone. It was possible I blacked out for a moment, but I couldn’t be sure. All I knew was Ethan came, too, with a very fierce and possessive shout of my name.

  Before I could catch my breath, I was tucked beneath the covers, my men on either side of me. “Sleep,” one of them whispered. “You’ll need it. We’re not done with you. Not even close.”

  CHAPTER TEN

  MATT

  Life was good. Really good. In fact, for the last three weeks, life had never been better. I could honestly say that for the first time since I walked away from professional baseball…I was happy. Content in a way I’d never thought I’d be, not even when I’d had my dream job.

  And it was all thanks to Rachel. We’d made her ours in that Helena hotel room, and we’d spent every night—and often during the day—doing it again and again. I was insatiable around her and thankfully, she was the same way. She may have been a virgin, but she wasn’t shy. No, she’d been bold and playful, curious and wild, right from the start.

  So far Operation Knock Up Rachel hadn’t been a success…at least not that we knew of, but we sure as hell enjoyed trying. And trying.

  We’d settled into a routine. While she hadn’t moved in with us yet—Ethan and I shared a cabin on the ranch, one we’d had built in preparation for someday having a big family—she had been spending the night more and more. She liked waking up between us and I liked waking up and rolling her beneath me.

  I was content, content enough I’d forgotten I’d applied months ago for a job as a pitching coach for the San Francisco Giants. But they’d called me out of the blue and it had brought up the memories of my time playing pro ball. The thrill, the highs and lows, the physical strain. I missed it all. Over the last week I’d spoken with a few of their coaches and they seemed interested in me. I couldn’t be a player any more, but being part of the organization made me feel…alive again, in a way I hadn’t felt since I blew out my shoulder.

  I hadn’t talked to Ethan about it yet, or Rachel. There was no need to go there unless it became real. If it did, we’d handle it.

  Not that I didn’t enjoy working the ranch—I did. It was my property brought to life. People enjoyed their visit, saw the Montana I’d grown to love. And lately? I enjoyed it a whole lot more now that I could fuck our hottie office manager any time I wanted. Yeah, it was petty and chauvinistic sounding, but Rachel could take advantage of her two bosses any time she wished.

  The woman in question came in to my office looking sexy and sweet and fucking luscious as hell. It had been surprisingly easy to transition from platonic bosses to her boss boyfriends. We set some ground rules from the get go—some to make Rachel’s life easier, and others to keep things interesting. She liked to play and we were happy to oblige.

  One rule was that she was no longer allowed to wear jeans in the office. Only skirts and dresses for our girl. Not because we’d fancied up our dress code, but because jeans made it too damn hard to fuck her whenever and wherever we wanted. As Ethan so accurately pointed out to Rachel—it took a lot of tries to get pregnant. If we were serious about this baby making business, we had to take full advantage of every opportunity. It was a hard job but somebody had to do it.

  No one liked this rule more than Rachel. It turned out our little virgin was a vixen in disguise. Now that she’d figured out how good it could be, she couldn’t get enough. It was only the three of us in the back office. While there was staff for the front desk and other aspects of Hawk’s Landing, the administrative area was our domain. It wasn’t completely private, but that was what an office door was for.

  She smiled as she came toward my desk holding up a notepad, yet placing the little pink message slip on my desk. “You had a phone call.”

  With my hand raised, I stopped her. “Hold it right there, missy. Turn around and close the door.”

  I tried for my sternest tone, loving the way her cheeks turned pink the moment she realized I was in boss mode. That was what she called it when I got all commanding and bossy in the office. Or in the bedroom. Yeah, she liked to be dominated by her two men. And she liked playing up the sexy secretary role to the hilt. She did as I commanded, then turned back around.

  I happened to know she got turned on instantly when we went into boss mode. A wet pussy never lied. Hell, I’d guess she was already wet for me right now and I’d barely even begun. I nodded toward the cute skirt she wore. It came to just above her knee. Nothing immodest or inappropriate.

  “Lift it up.”

  She bit her lip but didn’t protest. Her fingers gripped the hem and she hitched it up slowly, offering me a teasing glimpse of her creamy thighs. Shit, she’d learned how to be quite the tease in just a matter of weeks. Give her another month and Ethan and I would be royally screwed—so totally crazy in lust, we’d be too hard to walk.

  When she hitched it up over her hips, I caught sight of her lacy white panties and I shifted in my desk chair. The sight of her, skirt hoisted, panties visible, was so sexy. Thankfully the bulge in my pants was hidden behind my desk. I cleared my throat and looked up at her with raised brows.

  Her blush deepened, but a small smile played at her lips. “Sorry, I forgot.”

  I shook my head in feigned disappointment. No panties was another rule we’d instituted when even tugging off those silly lace numbers became too much of a hindrance. We’d ripped more off of her than we could count. When she got upset at us for ruining so many, we told her she shouldn’t wear them any more.

  “What did we say about panties? They only get in the way. If you want us to keep that pussy filled up with our seed, you can’t be wearing them.”

  She nodded. “I know. I’m sorry.” She didn’t look sorry at all and I tried not to grin. Panties would not be keeping us from filling her pussy.

  I nodded toward her panties. “Lose them.”

  She tugged them down over her hips and I groaned at the sight before me. Sweet Jesus, I’d never tire of that sight. Her pussy was bare except for a neat little strip of groomed dark hair. I couldn’t miss the pink folds or the way they were glistening with her juices…and our seed from when we fucked her this morning before she came into the office.

  Ethan walked into the room and startled Rachel, quickly dropping her hands.

  I waved my finger for her to lift them back up. He took one look at our woman with her skirt hitched up to her waist and stopped, turned and locked the door. I was sure the desire written all over his face was an echo of mine. We couldn’t get enough of this woman.

  He didn’t even stop to ask what we were doing or how our mornings were going. Ethan dropped his stack of paperwork on the edge of my desk and went to Rachel, dropping to his knees and burying his face between her thighs.

  She cried out, her head dropping back as her hands let go of the skirt so she could grip his nape.

  Shit. I was so turned on watching him eat her out I had to whip my cock out of my jeans and stroke it to find some relief. Her moans and whimpers were the stuff of my dreams. Ethan made a groaning sound as he buried his tongue in her pussy.

  Fuck, I was jealous. I couldn’t wait to taste her again. It had been a full twelve hours since she sat on my face and that was just too damn long.

  Her orgasm was fucking fantastic to watch. She was so responsive, so quick to pleasure. If I were keeping time, I’d say it took less than a minute for Ethan to get her off. She bit her lip to stifle her sounds. While we weren’t near any guests, we definitely didn’t want to share what we did with Rachel with anyone.

  When she stopped riding his face, Ethan pulled back,
wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and turned to me with a wicked grin. “Was I interrupting something?”

  Rachel looked dazed and blissed out, her cheeks flushed. More beautiful than I’d ever seen her. But there was something I’d been dying to do—a fantasy I suspected she harbored but I’d been afraid to go there before she was ready. But she’d gone from virgin to vixen faster than fast pitch down the middle.

  I watched her fall back against my desk, her legs spread wide as a silly grin spread across her face.

  Yeah, she was ready.

  “You were interrupting,” I said to Ethan. My gaze never left Rachel. “Our girl here forgot one of the rules and wore her panties.”

  I flicked my gaze to Ethan’s before he looked to Rachel, winked. He made a tsking sound that would have made a school librarian proud. His voice grew stern, clearly he knew where I was going with this. “We made the rules for a reason, Rachel. So we can give you what you need.”

  She straightened on the desk, nodding her understanding. “I’m sorry,” she said softly.

  I looked at her pussy and saw that she was wet all over again like I knew she would be.

  “Sorry is not going to cut it,” I said, coming around the desk to stand before her, arms folded over my chest. “We need to teach you a lesson.”

  Her eyes flared wide, but I winked at her, just as Ethan had, to let her know we were playing. Somewhat. Oh, she’d get her lesson, but only if she wanted one. All she had to do was agree and we’d pleasure her, in an entirely new way.

  She bit her lip, tilted her head. “What kind of lesson?” she asked coyly.

  Bingo.

  “Bend over the desk and lift the skirt,” Ethan told her.

  She looked at him, then turned and went down on her forearms. She looked up at me through her lashes and I arched a brow at her. Reaching back with one hand, she tossed up her skirt so the pale globes of her perfect ass were visible.

  “Fucking me isn’t a punishment,” she said.

  I continued to stroke my dick as Ethan brought his hand down, spanking her. The crack reverberated in the room and I watched as she stiffened, her eyes widened. She then glanced over her shoulder at him.