by Vanessa Vale
I watched as the fist on his thigh unclenched.
“And now, I don’t give a shit. Now that we know what you want, that we want the same exact thing, we can give it to you.”
He stood and I angled my head up to keep my eyes on his. He held out his hand.
“Time to go. It’s my turn to kiss you, and I don’t want an audience.”
6
JAMISON
I want a family of my own.
Kitten’s words—oh yes, she was Kitten now—made me instantly hard. No, I’d been hard for three fucking days. It made my dick throb against my thigh and my balls ache. The thought of getting between those creamy thighs and filling her with my cum had me ready to come like an overeager teenager.
She wanted exactly what I wanted. A family, a spouse, a baby. No, lots of babies. I wanted them with her, but that was why I’d stayed away. Because what twenty-two-year-old wanted to be tied down, to have a baby? Turned out, Penelope Vandervelk. My Kitten.
When I was twenty-two, it was the last thing on my mind. I’d finished college and joined the police academy. Boone had yet to finish college and start med school. Neither of us had been in a place to even think about settling down. The fact that Penny wanted exactly what we wanted to give her made it seem like fate. Was it even possible? Could we be so lucky?
I understood her need, the desperation to belong, to be loved. The shit she’d said about her family made me want to punch more than just a handsy asshole. Who the fuck sent their kid to boarding school for seven years? A parent who didn’t want that kid around. No wonder she wanted to make a family of her own. Hers had been shit. She wanted one who would love her unconditionally. Wanted a husband and kids she could love in ways she never received.
Tonight, we’d show her how it could be with us. How we’d get her between us and cherish her with every touch of our hands, every deep thrust of our cocks. She’d come so many times she’d forget everything but our names.
In the back seat of Boone’s truck, she was in my arms and my mouth was on hers. I’d waited until he started to drive before I pulled her close—as close as the seatbelts would allow—and tasted her for myself. Watching Boone kiss her had been hot as fuck, but I’d wanted my turn. I had it now. Boone drove while I learned the curve of her lips, the feel of her tongue as it tangled with mine, the way her breath caught when I nipped at the plump bottom lip, heard her moan when I licked the delicate swirl of her ear.
“Where are we going?” she breathed, her chin tilted up as I licked a line down her neck.
It was a cool night, but inside the truck, things were hot and heavy.
“We’re going to Boone’s. His bed’s the closest,” I breathed. I couldn’t lift my lips from her skin. Had to feel the silky heat of it. Taste the sweetness, breathe it in. “You’re going to take our cocks for a wild ride.”
“Oh,” she said, more as a surprise as my hand cupped her breast than in response to my words.
She was a lush handful, the nipple hard as my thumb brushed over it through her shirt and bra. Her body shifted against me. Damn, she was responsive. Hot. Passionate, and we still had our clothes on. I could only imagine what she’d be like once I got inside her. We were like teenagers making out in the back of a car, although this time, sinking inside her was a given. And I was old enough to want a soft mattress.
Fuck, this wasn’t a slow burn. It was scorching hot—had been from the very first—and there was no way she could miss the thick feel of my dick. Nothing was going to hide it; it had yet to go down. After being in a state like this for three days, I had to wonder if it ever would again with Kitten nearby. Hell, I just had to think about her and I was hard.
“Did you think he was talking about horseback riding, Kitten?” Boone asked from the front seat. I turned my head slightly, caught his eye in the rearview mirror, although his dropped to my hand on her tit. I recognized the look. He wanted her. Wanted this.
Every time she breathed, she filled my palm. “I’ve never ridden before,” she said.
I smiled against her ear, kissed it. I loved that we made her thoughts scatter to say something so odd. “Don’t worry, tomorrow we’ll go to the ranch and you’ll get a nice gentle mare.”
I moved back to her mouth. Devoured it.
“That’s. Not. What. I’m. Talking. About,” she gasped each word between kisses.
The truck veered to the shoulder and Boone slammed on the brakes, both Kitten and I jerking against our seatbelts. He shifted to look back at us.
“What the fuck, Boone?” I asked, glancing at Kitten to make sure she was okay.
He ignored me, his eyes roving over her from her swollen, wet lips to where my hand was cupping her breast, to the expanse of thigh exposed. “That’s not what she’s saying.”
Maybe it was because I’d just had my tongue in her mouth or maybe it was because I did have a glorious handful of her killer curves, but my brain wasn’t working as well as it should.
Pulling back, I looked into Kitten’s glazed eyes. It was dark, but I could see by the green lighting from the dashboard that she was half-gone with her need.
“Is it?” Boone added.
She shook her head, her tongue flicking out to lick bottom lip. The scent of strawberries swirled around me. Shampoo? Her mouth was that sweet and I knew her pussy would be as well. Warm and sticky, too.
“She doesn’t give a shit about a horse,” Boone said. “She’s never ridden a man before. A nice big, hard dick. That pussy’s untried.”
I dropped my hand in stunned surprise and she whimpered. “You’re a virgin?”
I watched her swallow, nod. “Yes.”
I closed my eyes, blocked the gorgeous sight of her out. I was too close to coming as it was. Knowing we were the ones to take her cherry, to stretch out that virgin pussy to make it fit just our cocks made my cock throb. I groaned.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t think it was a bad thing,” she whispered. “Maybe this is happening too fast.”
“Fuck no,” Boone said, with his usual tact. “We just have to go about this a little different. We’ll take you tonight, but we’ll have to go gentle. Slow. Even though I’m a doctor, I’m pretty sure a woman needs an easy time of it after getting her cherry popped.”
I opened my eyes, looked at my friend, gritted my teeth and nodded. Yeah, we were going to do this different. Slow, even if it fucking killed me.
PENNY
“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea,” I said, my steps slowing as Jamison held my hand and led me into the house.
Boone had parked his huge pickup truck in a three-car garage. While it was the only vehicle in the large space, he also had a three-wheeler ATV, a dirt bike and a pop-up camper. All were spotless, not a fleck of mud or wilderness on them. As was the rest of the garage. It seemed Boone, the neat-nick, liked the outdoors in his off time.
Boone pushed the button to close the overhead garage door, then turned. “We’re not like that asshole at the bar. We won’t make you do anything you don’t want. We’re not going anywhere. We’ve got forever to get to know each other.”
“That’s just it,” I countered, tugging my hand from Jamison’s hold and crossing my arms. Not to be defiant, but to keep from reaching out again. I liked touching them. I liked the feel of Jamison’s hand in mine and on my breast and I wanted it other places. I barely trusted myself around them because they made me feel things I never had before. I’d been into a guy. Hot for him. Or so I’d thought. That had been a tepid bath in comparison. My skin was sensitive, my nipples were hard and ached to be touched. My pussy…god, the inner walls of my pussy clenched in eager anticipation of their big cocks. For the first time ever, I wanted it. No, needed it as if my survival were dependent upon it.
Yeah, we had to talk first because I was about to jump them. Climb them like a tree and hope they gave me wild monkey sex.
“Let’s take this inside,” Boone said, opening the interior door, waited for me to proceed him into the house. He p
“It’s not the sex,” I said, glancing between them. Jamison leaned against the wall, observing. As if he didn’t want to get any closer to me, as if he needed a dozen feet to restrain himself. I couldn’t miss the thick outline of his cock. It didn’t tent his jeans like I’d seen in movies that spoofed the male condition. No, it was like a thick pipe down the inside of his thigh.
That was going to fit inside me? My pussy throbbed with eagerness to find out.
Boone dropped onto the couch and held out his hand to indicate I should sit, too.
I lowered myself a little more daintily, made sure my jean skirt didn’t ride up. I was all flustered and horny from their kisses, from Jamison’s bold touches in the truck. They couldn’t miss the way my nipples poked against my shirt, even through my bra. There was nothing I could do about my traitorous body. It knew what it wanted. Them.
I was considered very smart, but perhaps in this, I was being an idiot. Women everywhere would kill for a chance to be with two gorgeous cowboys, cowboys who’d kissed the daylights out of me, and I was talking. It just proved they were gentlemen. At least for now. I had a feeling once we were all naked, they’d behave anything but. And that was what my pussy was hoping.
Boone only arched one dark brow, so I licked my lips again and continued.
“You’re all ready to say forever with me. We’ve just met. It’s…too soon. Too fast.”
Jamison pushed off the wall, came around to sit on the large wooden coffee table before me. He put his hands on my knees, but did nothing more. His skin was warm and the simple touch shot little currents of pleasure…everywhere. “Do you just want a wild night of fucking? Is that what you need?”
His tone was as rough as the words.
I shook my head, my hair sliding over my shoulder. I tucked it back behind my ears. “No. If I did, I could have slept with Patrick or the others. Or any guy at college.”
I tacked the last on because I saw the way their gazes narrowed, their jaws clenched at the mention of Patrick touching me.
“Then you want us to fuck you?” Boone asked.
I blushed. I could feel the heat in my cheeks. Just the thought of doing more with them than kissing, or them kissing me in other places made me shift in the comfortable seat. “Yes.”
“So you want a one-night stand with us specifically,” he added.
I shook my head. “Yes. I mean…no.” I closed my eyes, took a deep breath. Confused. Flustered.
“What do you want?” Jamison asked, his thumbs moving in circles on the insides of my knees, parting them slightly.
It was mesmerizing. Soothing. Completely distracting. My eyes fell closed and I just felt.
“I want more than that. More than sex.”
“But you barely know us. We’ve just met,” he countered. His voice was low, even. Soothing.
“It doesn’t matter,” I replied, my eyes opening to meet his gray gaze. I felt the insane pull between us. The electrical charge in the air, the need. “I can’t explain it, but I just know that I want you, that I want it all.”
Neither said anything, instead grinned broadly. Blinded me with their good looks. I’d thought they’d been panty dropping with their brooding gazes, but this? I had no defenses strong enough for wicked smiles.
“Well?” I asked, frowning. Waiting.
“Think, Kitten,” Jamison prodded. “Use that gorgeous brain of yours.”
I thought about everything we’d just said and realized they’d talked me in a full circle. My whole concern was that they’d been interested in me too quickly, when I had fallen for them just as fast. They’d gotten me to admit as much. I wanted them just as voraciously as they wanted me, even if we’d just met. Time didn’t matter, just like Jamison’s concern about age difference. It didn’t change a thing. Nothing mattered but being with them.
“Oh.” I was an idiot.
“Oh,” Boone replied, sliding across the couch to get closer, to use his fingers to brush my hair back over my shoulder, lean in and kiss my neck.
I whimpered, the need that had been simmering instantly flared back to life.
“So my talk of wanting a family didn’t scare you off? I don’t do casual. I’m not wired that way,” I whispered, tilting my head to the side.
I felt Boone’s lips turn up in a smile against my neck, just before he flicked his tongue out and licked a spot I had no idea was so sensitive.
“We’re here, aren’t we?” Jamison asked, his hands sliding up the insides of my thighs. His fingers were a few inches shy of my panties.
“Do you want both of us? Two men. Not just one night. Not for a wild ride. For more,” Boone said.
I nodded and Boone’s hand cupped the back of my head, turned me so he could kiss me. There was no gentleness now. His mouth opened over mine, his tongue demanding immediate entrance. I couldn’t deny him. I didn’t want to.
“Say it, Kitten,” Jamison said, pulling his hands away. “Because we won’t fuck you and take your virginity unless you do. This is so much more than one night.”
I opened my eyes, looked at him, squirmed as Boone nibbled at the base of my neck. His cheeks were flushed, his lips clamped into a thin line. He was tightly leashed and I knew all that need, that dominance he was holding back, was just for me.
“God, this is crazy, but yes, I want you both. For more than one night. For…everything.”
I did. I wanted it all. The hope these two instilled in me, along with the lust, was heady. I should run the other way. Men only wanted in your pants for a night, that was all. I knew guys would say anything to get sex. Promise things then yank them away the following morning. To walk away. But I knew, deep down, Jamison and Boone weren’t like that.
Technically, I was Jamison’s boss. Kady, too. He’d be giving up a lot for an easy lay. There had been so many sexy, eager women at the Silky Spur who’d be satisfied by a quick romp and nothing more. Barlow was a small town. If it turned out Boone just wanted a fling, he wouldn’t be able to hide from me. I was confident he had no intention of moving away, not being a local doctor. They wanted this as much as me. They felt the connection.
“Then it’s time to break in that pussy, Kitten.” Jamison put his hands back on my knees, slid them up the insides of my thighs once again, parting my legs wider than before. “Are you wet for us?”
7
PENNY
And those words ruined my panties and made me realize I’d analyze whatever it was between us later. Much, much later.
The feel of Boone’s attentions on my neck and the placement of Jamison’s fingers had my mind going blank. I could only feel.
“Are you nervous?” Boone asked.
I blinked my eyes open once again, turned my head. He was still beside me, but several inches separated us now. I frowned. “No.”
“Have you been kissed before?”
“Yes.”
“Has a man ever touched you, like this?” Jamison asked, his fingers creeping a little closer to my pussy and I squeezed my legs together.
He pulled them away entirely, misinterpreting my action as disinterest, when, in fact, I’d wanted to pin his hands in place.
“No,” I said. I stood up, forcing Jamison to slide back on the coffee table to make room for me. I took a deep breath. Let it out. Practically stomped my boot on the floor. “You guys were all hot for me before you found out I’m a virgin. Now it’s like you think I’m going to break or burst into tears or something. The only difference between us is that you’ve done this before. You’ve got experience. I’m not any less eager and if you saw the state of my panties, you’d know that. I’m not going to break.”
“Kitten does have claws,” Boone said, the corner of his mouth tipped up. “All right, one last question.”
I quirked a brow, waited.
“If you’ve never had a man touch you, then have you ever made yourself come?”
I felt my cheeks heat, but knew I couldn’t go all virgin-like on them now. No, I wanted them, wanted this. “Yes.”
Jamison’s hand dropped to the thick length in his pants and he shifted on the coffee table. He couldn’t be comfortable.
“Show us,” Boone said.
I looked between them and they only watched me. Waited. If I was going to do this, I needed to pull up my big-girl panties and get to it. Although, I doubted those panties would be on for very long.
Inwardly, I smiled and sat back down on the couch, leaned back and parted my legs. This was just like in my bed in the dark. Alone. Yeah, not at all. The lights were on and I had two virile men watching the path of my hand as I slid it down my belly and over my jean skirt. Their deep breathing were the only sounds in the room. Their gazes heated me in ways a roaring fire in the cold fireplace never could.
Parting my legs slightly, the skirt rode up a little.
Jamison patted his knees. “Put your feet here.”
I lifted one, put it on his right knee. He took hold of the boot, tugged it off, dropped it to the floor with a thud. Slid the cream-colored knee-high sock off, let it fall. I lifted the other foot and he did the same, then placed both of my bare feet on his knees.
Slowly, he widened his legs which made my feet go further and further apart, and my skirt rode up so it was around my hips. A very intentional action that was sexy and tawdry and I loved it. I bit my lip to stifle a whimper and watched them watch me. My panties, specifically, as if they were the hottest thing they’d ever seen.
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