by Gemma Snow
“Very optimistic,” she said. A huge stack of pancakes sat right in the middle of the kitchen table, with eggs, bacon and fruit around it.
“We were hoping you’d stay.” Ryder’s laugh and voice rang with honesty. “And if you didn’t, we were planning to drown our sorrows in syrup.”
Maddy laughed and plucked a strawberry off the plate. She bit into the soft flesh and it sparked against her tongue, indulgent and sweet.
“Syrup is sticky,” she said. When she opened her eyes, the two men watched her with hooded gazes, lust evident in both their expressions.
“And delicious,” Ryder said. “But I’d much prefer to lick it off your skin than a pancake.”
He grabbed the syrup bottle and drizzled a thin line of confection across his finger. “Taste,” he murmured and pressed his creation to her mouth. Maddy’s blood pulsed with heat and need and she parted her lips and sucked his finger deep, almost failing to register the syrup over the taste of Ryder and the surging pleasure she got from sucking him, any part of him.
“Jesus,” Ryder groaned. “You’re so fucking sexy when you make that noise.”
Maddy realized belatedly that she’d been moaning around his finger. With one more long suck, she pulled free and looked each of them in the eye, meeting their intense gazes. Then she took Christian’s hand, tangling their fingers together as she bent her head up to kiss Ryder. The embrace was long and hot and lingering, stirring that desperate fire within that she now knew she couldn’t resist. She wanted this man, both of these men, with a lust that overtook her, made her ache and burn and need more than anything in her life ever had.
Ryder broke the kiss and Maddy had almost no chance to look at Christian before he brought his mouth down on hers. He plunged his tongue deep and hot into her mouth and Maddy clenched her pussy, longing to feel him plunging deep and hot far more intimately. Then Christian picked her up and placed her on the counter, still kissing her. Ryder popped open the buttons on her dress shirt and ran heated caresses down her exposed skin.
She spread her legs, desperate to take more…of something, and Ryder got her shirt open and pulled her breast free from her bra before he started sucking on her swollen nipple. Maddy moaned into Christian’s mouth and arched to meet Ryder’s touch, just as something cool and not a little sticky touched her breast.
She broke her kiss, her laugh husky “Did you just pour syrup on my breast?” she asked, knowing the answer by the smug, lusty expression in Ryder’s eyes. When she looked up to Christian for support, he just smirked, dangerous, promising.
“I’m one hundred percent on the Maddy-covered-in-syrup train,” he said. “Lie back, city girl. Let us devour you.”
Well, how the hell can I refuse an invitation like that? Instead, she pulled her shirt all the way free then did as she was told. Oh, it was hot as hell to be on display like this, two desperate gazes trained on her body. Then they weren’t just looking, but touching, too. Ryder ran a thin line of syrup from her swollen breasts down her stomach, stopping just at the top of her pants. Christian wrapped one of her legs over his shoulder and started undoing the button on her dress pants. Ryder sucked and nibbled at her collarbone, running sticky sweet kisses across her swollen nipples. Fuck yes.
Ryder disappeared for a moment, and when he returned to her line of sight, he plucked a ripe, red strawberry from the bowl in his hand.
“I could get off just watching you eat strawberries,” he said. “Have a bite.”
She moaned, the soft flesh of the fruit bursting into sweet taste against her tongue. Juice spilled across her lips and Ryder lapped at it, toying with her mouth, making her murmur nothing words against his tongue.
“What, baby?” he asked. “What do you need?” As if the sexy bastard didn’t know. Maddy arched into Ryder’s touch and Christian’s fingers, which were now toying with the waistband of her panties.
“Someone please touch me,” she groaned, already feeling pleasure and pressure building up her body, making her pliable and desperate for more. “I need… I need…”
Christian swiped one finger down the line of silk and she growled. “More…” Her voice was a husky sob and when he ran his finger over the wet material again, she didn’t hold back her scream.
Then Christian slid her pants off her legs, leaving her black pumps on her feet, before he bent down to his knees and pressed a heated kiss to her covered pussy. He slipped his tongue across where she needed him most and her mind blanked, pressure building higher and higher without release.
Ryder pinched her nipple between two fingers and the sharp bite of pain made her arch into Christian’s touch, bucking and needing.
“Are you going to come in his mouth, sugar?” Ryder asked. “Gonna scream while you spill your juices all over his tongue?”
The words turned her already burning need explosive and Maddy nodded. Somehow.
“Tell him what you want…” Ryder’s voice was controlled and demanding, even as he slid a ripe strawberry around the curve of her breast in a slow, erotic caress. He plumped the flesh of her breast with the fruit before pressing it across her nipple. Then, his intense gaze never leaving hers, he slipped it between his lips and sank his teeth into the fresh berry.
Maddy’s eyelids fluttered at the erotic sight at the same moment as Christian brushed her swollen clit with his tongue. Her orgasm caught her off-guard, sent her careening into pleasure and she screamed and grasped at the countertop, spotlights of need and desire bursting before her eyes.
She came down from her high, her body still shaking with the tremors of her release. Christian stood up between her legs and the expression in his dark eyes filled her body with heat all over again, a volcano building up to a new explosion.
“You’re so fucking sexy when you’re coming in my mouth,” he said and she believed him. “Tell us what you want, Maddy. You’re in charge.”
For a moment, words failed her, but then she took control and asked for what she wanted, what she needed. “I wanna be filled up,” she said. “Filled up and fucked hard.” She reached across the counter and unbuttoned Ryder’s pants then pulled down his zipper.
Down the counter, Christian unzipped his own pants in deliberate, slow motions. A moment later, Maddy freed Ryder’s cock from his pants, not surprised to find him commando under his jeans. She gave his thick, hot erection a languid stroke and he surged under her touch. Maddy licked her lips, aroused by the hot-as-sin image of his large cock in her small hand.
“Ask nicely,” Ryder said, his waning control evident. “And I might just give it to you.”
In that moment, Maddy admitted to herself that she quite liked being told what to do. “I want to suck your cock,” she breathed. “Please?”
He didn’t hesitate a moment before sliding his thick, leaking head across her lips. Maddy leaned out to lick the pre-cum around the crown of his hardness and Ryder hissed.
“Go slow, Maddy. I’m real close,” he murmured. “Licking syrup off your breasts fucking does it for me.”
She didn’t respond, just sucked his cock down until he bumped the back of her throat, a heavy, salty weight against her tongue. Ryder let out a string of curses—or prayers—and steadied himself against the counter. But before she could tease him further, Christian spread her legs wide, placing her feet on the counter. Then he slid one finger deep inside her.
“Oh, you like sucking cock, don’t you, pretty girl?” he murmured. “It gets you off. You’re so fucking wet.” He stroked inside her one more time before pulling back. Then, to her surprise, he moved his finger just that little touch lower until it hedged the entrance to her ass.
“Is this okay?” Christian asked, his voice serious. “Tell me to stop.” But Maddy didn’t want him to stop. She wanted the press of his fingers against her tight, aching hole, the need to feel something everywhere overwhelming her, and she pressed into his finger, already so wet with her pussy juices. His digit was large and it was a tight fit, but the feeling of his finger in
side her ass was fucking erotic as hell and a fresh wave of heat spilled from her pussy.
“Christian, she’s fucking losing it.” Ryder’s words came out on a harsh groan. “Oh, fuck, baby…”
Christian didn’t wait. He sheathed his cock with one hand and lined up at her entrance, finger still deep in her ass.
Then, before she could arch up and meet him, Christian slid his full hardness deep into her pussy, until he was buried balls-deep inside her and she was stretched and full and oh-so overwhelmed.
Christian started moving and Maddy sucked Ryder’s cock deep, following the same rhythm and bringing her hips up to meet Christian’s cock and fingers. Her whole body burned, needing more pressure, even as she knew it would push her right over the edge. Her nipples throbbed and her belly glowed with lust and each time Ryder pulsed deep and erratic into her mouth, her ache buzzed and pleasure built on the eroticism of his cock dragging against her tongue. Christian pulsed deep inside her, nearing his own release, and they were getting closer to the edge, the precipice of their insane desires.
Ryder broke first. He pulled his cock free of her mouth and spurted long jets of cum across her bare chest, growling a deep, carnal sound. He dragged the leaking head of his cock against one swollen breast, just as Christian’s cock hit her right there and Maddy lost herself. The floor spun out from under her and she screamed, taking Christian’s cock, once, twice, once more, before he flooded the condom deep inside her, riding her hard and fast, her pussy clenching around him, their orgasms overtaking them.
Maddy fell back against the countertop, panting and spent, her whole body buzzing with the aftereffects of her pleasures. She sighed and looked up to face the two men—her two men.
“You’ve convinced me to stay,” she murmured, her voice husky from screaming her release. “Now, how does this all work?” A pulse of satisfaction glowed deep within her at the sight of just how spent Ryder and Christian were.
“First, it starts with a shower.” Ryder picked her up off the counter. “Then it starts with breakfast. After that, it starts with a tour around your ranch, making love to you, business meetings, more making love to you, dinner then…” Maddy looked over Ryder’s shoulder at Christian and he smiled.
“It’s a little untraditional.” Christian shrugged. “But it feels real, doesn’t it?”
Maddy pressed against Ryder’s muscled chest, inhaling the scent of him and the scent of her body on him. Yes, he was all-too real. Christian’s tangled sex hair was all-too real. The very intense pleasure still racking her body was all-too real. This was all real—including the very real feeling of deeply loving these men and the Triple Diamond Ranch, despite the short amount of time she had known either. Maddy had the feeling that the more she got to know the land and the men who tilled it, the realer and deeper everything between them would become. She couldn’t wait.
Epilogue
Maddy paced, walking through the large tent at the far field as though one last glance at the rows of softly decorated chairs or the expansive view of the lake leading into the mountains could possibly change anything. Which, of course, it couldn’t. A dark sky rolled in from the west, looming like an ominous horror movie shadow in the near distance. The tent poles shivered in the breeze and Madison resisted the urge to find half a dozen railroad spikes and nail them into the ground with double the force herself.
“Calm down.”
She whipped her head around so fast she was surprised to find it still attached. Christian stood at the far end of the aisle, looking just a little amused at her state and clearly making an effort not to show it. She appreciated the try, somewhere deep in her frazzled brain.
“It’s my first wedding, Christian.” She looked down each row of chairs, not even sure for what. “I need this to go as smoothly as possible and I have two bobcats on the loose, a storm rolling in and a mother-in-law who claims to be allergic to old barns.” The electricity buzzed in her brain and she ran down her mental list again. The caterer’s arrival, the makeup and hair arrival, the guests’ arrival—those not staying at the newly converted Holmwood B&B, that was.
She made her way down the aisle to him and he scooped her into his arms, preventing any more quick head movements or frenetic pacing.
“Look at me.”
She did, if with a little reluctance. There was too much on her mind, too much to do right now to take this moment and enjoy the feel of his warm body wrapping hard around her, giving her safety and comfort and peace of mind. Maddy squinted and pulled back.
“You look nice,” she said, directing the comment first to him then to Ryder, who was just coming up the curve of the hillside and into sight. “You both dress up well.” For the average suit in San Francisco, their outfits might have been considered dressing down, but both Ryder and Christian looked like different men in their form-fitting slacks, Ryder’s pants in a deep charcoal and Christian still dressed in black, and nice their button-down shirts, straining against the muscles underneath. They almost looked respectable, even without jackets and ties, like the wedding guests were sure to wear. But Christian’s hair was pulled into a tight queue at the back of his neck and his tattoos were tucked away. Ryder’s windswept hair had been tamed and he was for once wearing a shirt, which pretty much put him halfway to respectable.
“You like?” Ryder asked, wrapping one arm around her waist and leaning down to kiss the top of her head. Oh, hell yeah, she liked.
“I’d like those outfits even more on my floor,” she said with a grin, loving seeing them like this, her wild men looking cleaned up and polished, and only she would know just what was underneath.
“That’ll have to wait, sugar.” Ryder wore a knowing grin. “I came up here to grab you because the mother of the groom is insisting that we change the direction the chairs are facing so the sun won’t be in her eyes. I told her there was a storm and a tent, but I think she’d probably listen better hearing it from you.” He raised his brows. “She threatened to call a cab and go back to the airport, so you might want to hop to.”
Maddy nodded, smiled at both of her men then turned for the house—or rather, what had used to be a house. Her plans to turn Triple Diamond into a wedding venue had gone better than expected and had included converting the massive and stunning Holmwood Manor into a working B&B. Among the list of caterers, flower shops and justices of the peace, she had outlines in place for setting up horseback riding and wine tasting weekends that would fill the rooms when there wasn’t also an event going on. It had only taken six weeks to properly turn Holmwood into a bed and breakfast, and it appeared—with the exception of the bobcats, storm and mother-in-law—like the trial run for the wedding venue was going surprisingly well.
She found the groom’s mother in a chair by the fireplace and was able to comfort her in a matter of moments, though, there would be little comfort for the bride in a lifelong relationship with that woman. The caterers came and set up and Maddy felt a little like a traffic conductor during rush hour. She sent the makeup and hair team to the bride’s room on the third floor, then directed the troublesome groomsmen to the pool table they had arranged in the bar.
“You did a wonderful job, Maddy,” Bethany Orsen said, when Maddy knocked on her door a few minutes later to inform her that the guests were taking their seats. “This place, the food, the rooms—everything is just the way I imagined it to be.” She hugged Maddy, then settled in for her final makeup touches.
Everything she imagined. What do you imagine for a wedding, Maddy?
Not like she hadn’t thought about it. Hell, she’d been engaged, though not for long enough to make an official start on the wedding plans. But she hadn’t thought much about it, not about the colors or the gift bags or the aesthetics or her dress or any of the things that women imagined when thinking about their wedding day.
Could she even have a wedding day? She didn’t doubt for a second that her relationship with Christian and Ryder was one for the long haul, more so now since they were n
ow business partners, roommates and lovers—and succeeding beyond all expectations at all three. In her mind, the idea of a life without either man was impossible to comprehend, heart-breaking, even in the hypothetical. But how could they possibly get married? How could she legally marry one man and not the other? The question nagged at her, running circles around her mind as she showed the guests into the tent and directed the caterers with plates and champagne glasses.
Bethany was beautiful walking down the aisle. She radiated joy and nervous excitement and Maddy stood at the back of the tent, watching over the affair with a mixture of happiness for the woman and a little forlornness that she might never get the chance to take that walk herself. No, her relationship wasn’t what could be called traditional, but the love she shared with both men felt true and real and old as the land they now stood upon.
And Wolf Creek didn’t seem to mind. They didn’t hang their unorthodox relationship on a banner for all to see, but those who mattered knew and the hands and larger-by-the-day staff who worked the now ranch and wedding venue had either walked in on a delicate scene or would at some point. Sure, they got the looks, but one of the nice things about Wolf Creek was that folks were real good about minding business that was theirs and no one else’s.
Bethany came up to stand before her fiancé, Will, and the ceremony began. It was short and beautiful and the rain held off just long enough to get the guests into the barn for dinner and dancing before cracking open the sky with lightning and torrential deluges. Not that she had any intention of saying so to Bethany, but the rain was a good thing—the crops had been looking a little dry.
The party was a big success, perfect for her first time at planning the type of events she really wanted to be doing. The world in San Francisco had been challenging and interesting, but this was where her heart really lay.
And here, with these two men, now coming up behind her.
It was late. The rain had at last stopped, but Maddy didn’t turn away from the scene stretching in a thousand miles before her. Hours earlier, the guests had all turned in for bed and the rising fog of mountains and rivers against the dark blue sky was intimate and safe. All this land made her feel so much safer than her little apartment in San Francisco ever had.
