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  “You’ve never been tied up before. What else haven’t you done?” Micah asked. He looked me in the eye, his gaze heated, yet filled with something like amusement. “Fucked from behind?” He studied me. “Hmm. Two men at the same time?”

  I flushed, even though I was already bent over a porch railing and completely exposed. “I thought that’s what we did earlier.”

  He grinned. “You mean sucking Colt’s cock as I fucked you?”

  I nodded, my hair falling down past my shoulders. He brushed it back for me. “That’s one way to take the two of us. What about having one cock in your pussy, the other in your ass?”

  Colt’s finger began to move in and out, slowly fucking me. Like really, really slowly, which was revving my engine and pissing me off a bit at the same time. It was also making my brain stall.

  In my—? My mouth fell open. Oh yeah, the lube conversation. I was not going to ask my sister after her knowledge of the necessity of lube, nor was I going to tell her any of the ways these guys intended to use it.

  “Um…I told you I haven’t been with two guys before.”

  “Then you’ve never played here before?” Colt slipped his finger from my pussy, slid it up and over my back entrance. I cried out and my eyes widened as he touched that very intimate place. Micah was watching me closely and I saw the way his pale eyes darkened at my awakened awareness.

  It didn’t hurt. In fact, Colt was barely touching me. It actually felt really good. But I clenched down instinctively, which only made me feel empty and want to be fucked. I ached for their big cocks. Not in my ass—no way.

  “Did you pack the lube your sister mentioned?” Colt asked, continuing to circle his finger, the motion easy since it was slick with my arousal.

  I closed my eyes, bit my lip as Colt used his other hand—I imagined it was his other hand as I had no idea how he’d be so dexterous otherwise—to find my clit and begin to play.

  “Did you?” Micah repeated, brushing a knuckle over my nipple.

  I nodded and I gasped at the feel. My breath came out in pants as if I were running a sprint instead of remaining completely still. I didn’t know where to concentrate. My nipples tightened from the slight touch, my clit swelled, my pussy felt completely ignored and my ass, well, it had nerve endings sparking and firing. I was going to come.

  I wiggled my hips and shifted my feet—the only thing I could do tied up as I was. My fingers clenched into fists at my sides. “I’m going to—oh god!”

  I came. Hard. Like ridiculously hard since they weren’t doing much more than caressing me. In very specific places.

  I cried out. There was no way I could keep the sounds in, the only outlet I had for the release to escape.

  “Good girl,” Micah crooned in my ear, kissing the outer swirl, then along my cheek. I lifted my head so we could kiss. I instantly opened my mouth, finding his tongue with mine. I needed more, voracious and eager.

  I felt a little tug, then the release of the rope. “You’ve been tied up long enough, sugar.” Colt’s big hands stroked up and down my arms and he took my hands, placed them on the railing. “That doesn’t mean we want you to move. Stay right there,” he warned. I guessed he’d spank me again if I didn’t comply.

  I was too hot, too eager for them to argue and so I remained bent over the railing. Micah moved away and I heard his footfall on the steps and into the cabin. He returned quickly and I heard the sound of a plastic flip top just before I felt the cold drizzle of the lube.

  “You won’t fit,” I said, coming up some and looking over my shoulder. Colt put a hand on the center of my back and gently pushed me back down.

  With his other hand, he began to play with my ass hole again, working the lube in. Squirting more, then pressing against my untried hole. “No cocks here tonight, sugar. We’ll just play. Prepare you for when we do take you. You’re going to love it. Then, and now.”

  I had a deliciously dark feeling he was right. They hadn’t done anything I hadn’t loved so far, but it was hard to think about his words—when we do take you—because that meant they really did want longer than just tonight. I was only in Montana for the week, then I’d be returning to LA, to the cluster that was my life. To whatever the latest lies the tabloids were spreading.

  “Whoa, sugar. Where’d you go just then?”

  “What?” I asked.

  Colt gave my ass a playful swat. “Your mind went somewhere. Am I losing my touch?”

  I had to laugh and was impressed he’d somehow noticed. I had to wonder if he were a mind reader, although I must have tightened my fingers on the railing or something. His touch was on my clit and ass. When he pressed his finger a touch harder, my resistant muscle gave way and he slipped into me to the knuckle. Slick and hard, he barely breached my ass. That was enough. Whoa.

  “Nope. I’m back. Right here. Oh…”

  “Good girl,” Colt said.

  I heard the sound of a condom wrapper, then the slide of a zipper. “Colt got you all ready for me?”

  Turning my head, I saw that Micah had stripped off his shirt and opened his jeans, his hard cock sheathed and ready for me. The hair on his head was darker—as if it had been bleached by all the time in the sun—than the smattering on his chest,

  Oh, yes. I was ready for him. All I could do was nod as Colt moved away and Micah stepped behind me. I felt the nudge of his cock at my entrance, the cool drip of more lube. “Ready?”

  His cock pressed in and so did his thumb on my ass. I dropped my head to my hands, nodded.

  My head came up and I arched my back when he filled me. Both holes. Carefully, but insistently. No one had ever done this to me before.

  My pussy was so wet, I could hear the sound of it. But Micah’s thumb? Holy hell. I’d never felt so full. A hand gripped my hip and he began to move. My breasts swayed and I pressed back, wanting more.

  “Like that, do you? Imagine what it will be like with a cock in your ass instead of my thumb,” Micah said. His voice was a growl and I knew he was struggling to even talk.

  “It’s so good. I never knew,” I breathed, my fingers white on the railing. “More.”

  This wasn’t sweet or tame. No, it was wild. Uninhibited. So completely, totally unlike me. Or what I thought was me. Until now.

  Now, something in me cracked open and I didn’t think I could ever go back.

  The slaps of Micah’s hips against my butt came faster. Harder.

  Colt knelt, leaned against the railing, reached up and brushed my clit.

  “Now, sugar.”

  Yeah, that was all it took. Just the slightest brush of his finger.

  Perspiration dotted my skin as I clenched and squeezed down on Micah’s cock and thumb. They didn’t stop moving, in and out, as I came.

  “Too much. Too good,” Micah growled, then held himself deep. His fingers would leave bruises on my hip, I was sure, but I didn’t care.

  They wanted me, so much that they lost their heads. Knowing I did that to them was powerful. Heady.

  “I don’t think I’m ever going to get enough,” Micah breathed as he carefully pulled out.

  I stood, felt used and sated, relaxed and I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face.

  “What’s that look for, sugar?” Colt asked.

  I glanced up, studied him. From his almost-black gaze to his clenched jaw, broad shoulders and down to the hard cock behind his jeans. “You. It’s all for you.”

  I wasn’t done. I was just getting started. These two made me insatiable. If I liked—no, loved—ass play, then there had to be more to discover. And with these two, they made it easy, risk-free to have fun and explore. Discover myself and what this was between us.

  “You had your way, cowboy. Now it’s my turn.” I didn’t know where the saucy tone came from, and the grin on Colt’s face said he liked it.

  Micah had gone inside, most likely to dispose of the condom, and Colt and I were alone.

  “You want to be in charge?” he asked, cock
ing a brow.

  “I do.” I pushed on his chest and he stepped back. If he hadn’t wanted to, there was no way I’d be able to move him. He was too big. Too strong.

  He settled back into the Adirondack chair with one final push, his hands settling on the wide armrests. I climbed onto his lap, straddled his hips. Glancing up at him through my lashes, I said, “I learned to ride a horse. Think I can ride a cowboy?”

  My fingers fumbled with the button and zipper on his jeans and quickly discovered that was all he was wearing. His cock all but fell into my hands. Micah came back out. He dropped a condom onto the armrest, then moved to lean against the rail, his long legs stretched out. With his hands on the railing on either side of him, he settled in to watch.

  “Put it on,” Colt said, angling his head to the condom.

  With an eagerness that surprised me, I worked the condom on his hard cock, then shifted up onto my knees. Colt’s shirt only had a few buttons at the bottom holding it together, but my breasts were still exposed. It was almost like peekaboo and seemed a touch more erotic; wearing the shirt of the guy I was about to fuck was totally hot.

  Colt didn’t touch me, just pressed his head back into the chair and watched. His cock was so big, it was easy to have him slide over my pussy, then settle at my entrance. I met his gaze, held it as I lowered myself, began to ride him.

  His jaw tightened as I circled my hips, began to move faster. He leaned forward, latched onto a nipple suckled. My inner muscles clenched down as he did so.

  This new angle, it took him so deep, offering a slight bite of pain, just shy of uncomfortable.

  “This, sugar,” Colt said, his breath fanning my wet tip. “This is special. What we have, fuck, it’s so good.”

  “Yes,” I agreed. It was almost too good.

  I was going to come again, my clit rubbing against him every time I took him deep.

  “You’re ours, Lacey.” Micah’s words came from behind me, but I was too lost in my pleasure to process them.

  Colt’s hands finally came to my hips, helped me ride him until we came, our shouts mingled, until I slumped down onto his hard chest, heard the frantic beat of his heart. Knew it matched mine.

  This might have been a sex-fest, but Colt was right. This was special. I just didn’t know what to do about it.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Micah

  “This is it then,” Lacey said after I helped her down from her horse. We were in front of her cabin back at Hawk’s Landing and she was fidgeting and looking anywhere but at us. It was almost noon; she’d slept part of the morning away. I was used to getting up early, but I hadn’t minded lying in bed, watching her sleep. It was only when she stirred that we claimed her again. Yes, claimed.

  She might not have felt that way about what we did, but there was no question for me. Where we’d been playful and wild the night before, we were gentle with her, slow, coaxing orgasm after orgasm from her before I carried her out to the lake.

  Because of this, her words were like a blow. She thought we were through.

  “It?” I asked, glancing at Colt. His gaze was in shadow from his hat, but I could see the way his jaw tightened. He wasn’t pleased she could let what we shared go so easily.

  Or was it a defense mechanism? Was she saying it was over first, just to keep from having us do it? We had no intention of it, and it was our job to set her straight.

  “Our fling.”

  “Fling?” Colt asked, stepping up to her, taking her chin and tipping her head up so she had to look at both of us. We stood before her. Close, but not too close. While those in Bridgewater were fine about a threesome, the Hawk’s Landing guests weren’t from the area. Like Lacey, they didn’t know about our ways. While no one was ashamed of their relationships, no one flaunted it either. I wasn’t ashamed of what I felt for Lacey, what I would share with my best friend, but it was obvious Lacey wasn’t there yet.

  “This isn’t a fling, sugar. Go get cleaned up and we’ll be back in an hour to take you to lunch. I think there’s a barbecue on the south field.”

  “Wait.” She held up her hand. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

  “About barbecue? Hell, yes. The cook’s famous for his brisket.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Not barbecue. Us.”

  “Have we once said otherwise?” I asked. “We’re serious as two men can be.”

  She shook her head. “But…it’s one thing for us to be together in a mountain cabin—”

  “And on the porch,” Colt cut in to say.

  “And the lake,” I added, my cock getting hard. “I kept you warm as I fucked you in that clear water.”

  I grinned at her pretty flush. Yeah, it had been that good. She’d had her legs wrapped around my waist as I filled her. The water had been mountain run-off cold, but I’d kept her warm. I’d seen Colt leaning on the porch railing, watching.

  “That’s just it. I can’t…can’t do that with you here. There are people around.” She glanced left and right, but couldn’t see much past us. We were blocking her view of the rest of the ranch, although there wasn’t much to see, her cabin set far away from all the others. It was perfect for a honeymoon, or for two men interested in a certain lady.

  “We’re gentlemen,” I reminded her as I placed a hand on her shoulder. She wore the same clothes as the day before, not Colt’s shirt. She was perfect as-is, especially since I knew she was all dirty from Colt and I touching her. “What we do with you is private. Just between us. We’re not going to toss you over the buffet table and have our way with you.”

  Colt glanced at me, tipped his hat back on his forehead. “No, we’ll do that later. After the picnic, we’ll take you to my ranch. I want you to see it.”

  He’d talked about it on our ride back, sharing his schedule for finishing up the main house, the stable, his plans for training horses—and the idea to move the base of my business there. She’d been interested, clearly seeing this was a passion of his. She was a career woman, had her own dreams and passions and was following through with them. Understood that it was crucial to having a fulfilling life.

  She looked between us, debating. Colt wouldn’t let go of her chin until she made a decision. The right decision, which was “Yes.”

  “All right.”

  “One hour, Lacey,” I said.

  “If you’re late, we’ll take you into your cabin and spank that sweet ass of yours before we go.”

  We left her there, her mouth hanging open and her cheeks flushed even hotter as we led the horses toward the stables.

  ***

  Lacey

  I pulled the phone away from my ear as my sister screamed. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god!”

  I rolled my eyes.

  “Stop!” I groaned.

  “I will…I promise. Oh my god.”

  She’d been saying that over and over for the past minute. I’d called to tell her everything. Well, almost everything. I couldn’t keep it to myself. It was too crazy. Too overwhelming.

  “Were they good?” Before I could reply, she prattled on. “Of course, they were good. I bet they had cock monsters, didn’t they?”

  I thought of Micah and Colt, and their cocks. Yes, they fell under the classification of monster sized.

  “Okay, give me the details. Every one of them.”

  I sat down on the edge of my bed. This cabin was rustic but had more amenities than the one in the backcountry. The one I’d probably remember for the rest of my life. Having a bathroom—a toilet and shower—were definite perks. But I was all alone. Somehow, I missed Colt and Micah. It had been ten minutes since they’d sauntered off to the stable and I’d been able to ogle their perfect cowboy backsides.

  “There was a thunderstorm,” she supplied. “Start there. Don’t leave anything out.”

  I had to laugh. For once, Ann Marie was living vicariously through me. Years ago, she’d been a little star struck by my job, by the fame. But she’d quickly learned that being a star wasn’t all it wa
s cracked up to be and began to empathize with my very sheltered—and completely exposed—life. And she’d married Mr. Perfect. Tall, dark, handsome…and rich. Gabe was everything a woman wanted, not that Ann Marie was a gold digger. But he was actually madly in love with my sister and that was all that mattered. I’d give up my career and fortune for true love like hers.

  Now it was her turn to be envious.

  “I have less than an hour to get ready before they come back.”

  “They’re coming back?” She squealed again. “Lacey, does that mean they want more? It wasn’t just a one-night-stand?”

  “They want forever.”

  That shut her up. The line was completely silent and I pulled the phone away from my head again to make sure the connection hadn’t dropped.

  “I’m sorry, what? Forever? As in…long term?”

  “I’m pretty sure that’s what forever means,” I said. I plucked at the pretty quilt on the bed.

  “Yeah, but…you just met them! And I put the emphasis on them. Did you even have time to talk?”

  I couldn’t help but grin, even though she couldn’t see it. “Yes, we talked. And as for the them thing, Bridgewater accepts plural marriages.”

  “Marriage? You mean they want to marry you? Lacey, either you were incredible in bed or these men…what? Had love at first sight?”

  I felt a smidge hurt by her words, that I wasn’t worth a lifetime commitment.

  “I didn’t mean it like that,” she plowed on as if sensing my feelings. “Not about your mad sex skills, which I’m sure they’re fantastic, but of course they’d fall in love with you right away. You’re fabulous and if they see that in you, then I like them.”

  I thought of Micah, his easygoing demeanor, his quick smile. Then Colt, with his intense bearing, yet gentle touch. Was it possible it was love at first sight?

  “They never used the “L” word,” I told her. “But no guy uses the “F” word either if they don’t mean it.”