The sun burned her face, and she could remember a time when she was tanned all of the time. Her skin was pale now, pale from years inside, first in a classroom and then during her new job as an associate attorney. She literally couldn’t remember the last time she’d been outside for any serious amount of time.
Without thinking, she wandered over to the stables. Her family’s ranch was pretty well off, and there were several horses for her to pick from. She hadn’t ridden in ten years, of course, but she was sure it would come back to her. Like riding a bike, right?
At first, that seemed to be the case. Anne Marie was delighted when she saw that Star, her favorite horse, was still around and even seemed to recognize her. She was able to heft the saddle into place without help, just as she had all of those years ago.
It wasn’t until she was on the trail that everything went to hell.
If only she’d remembered that Star had a bit of an issue with water. If only she’d known that that issue seemed to have gotten worse with age.
Anne Marie felt like she was doing just fine. She was even proud of herself. Some of the muscles that she hadn’t used in years were aching a bit, to be sure, but she was managing it. She was on horseback again, after ten years, and it felt incredible, like flying …
And then Star snorted and Anne Marie learned what it really was to fly. Nothing on earth was quite like being on a bolting horse. Cars went faster, but in cars, you felt safe. Contained. Not so on a horse.
The world blurred around her as Star pulled into first a canter, then a good, hard gallop. The dull greens and browns and grays of the landscape all meshed together, so that all that Anne Marie could do was hold on for dear life and pray that she somehow didn’t fall off.
The reins flew from her fingers, and she clutched onto the saddle horn. Her fingers wrapped around it desperately, but it wasn’t enough. She was slipping.
“Whoa, Star,” someone called out, a voice that was strangely familiar to her. A voice that may have deepened and matured, but that she swore that she knew …but she was too busy holding on for dear life to think about it.
Only she wasn’t. Star had, by some miracle, actually heard that voice, just as Anne Marie had, and she slowed down to a canter again, and then a fast trot that bounced Anne Marie around.
It was that that finally shook her grasp free of the saddle horn. Just as Star slowed and then stopped, Anne Marie fell, and the last time she’d been knocked from a horse had been when she was a child. Her parents were never going to let her forget this.
She hit the ground hard, landing on her side, and painful heat rushed through her body. But the earth, at least, wasn’t moving. She clung to it, panting, accepting the pain and honestly just happy that she was alive, that Star had stopped, that Anne Marie herself hadn’t gone flying much further.
“Anne Marie?”
That familiar voice again. Anne Marie had squeezed her eyes tightly closed, but she opened them to see who was speaking to her.
“Lance?”
Oh God. It was him, wasn’t it? Depending on how she looked at it, he was either the first or second boy to break her heart. Or maybe she’d been the first girl to break his. His and …
“Well, hello, gorgeous,” another voice, even deeper and more masculine than the first one, spoke out. Speak of the devil, or, in this case, even start to think about him, and he apparently showed up.
“Austin?”
Could this get any more awkward? The two boys that she’d grown up with, her next door neighbors and the first boys that she’d ever had a crush on. They’d all been best friends, all three of them, and now here they were, standing over her, watching her as she hugged the ground.
She’d had better moments, that was for sure.
Lance offered his hand, and so did Austin, and she tried to remind myself that she was a big deal back home in New York. Or at least a moderate deal. Certainly not the grubby cowgirl that she looked at the moment, though of course, no cowgirl worth her salt would be as ridiculous as to let herself be thrown like she had been.
Still, she took their hands, both of them, and hauled myself to her feet. Maybe not the most graceful, but at least she was standing again. Standing, but still in this humiliating, awkward situation.
“Well, look who decided to grace us with her presence,” Austin drawled. There had been a time when that drawl was all around her, but over time, she knew hers had faded. Very few people in New York spoke like a Texan did.
She took a deep breath, letting the air calm her, and then she spoke. She tried to sound as reasonable as possible, to use her best ‘lawyer voice’, and that calmed her more than even the breath had.
“Hello, Lance, Austin,” she walked over to Star and stroked the lovely arch of her neck. It was tempting to be angry at her, but she was just a horse. She hadn’t done anything on purpose, she’d just been scared, and really, she should have remembered her fear of water.
“Hello, yourself,” Lance tilted his head to the side as he looked her over. A bit self conscious, she tried to brush some of the dirt off of her jeans, but it was sort of a lost cause.
“Look, I’m only in town for … Well, not for very long.” Trying to keep her dignity about her, she looked up at both of them. Way up. she knew she was short for a woman at only 5’2, but both of them were at least a foot taller than her. Still, she drew her shoulders back and looked at them, trying to seem taller than she was. “So let’s just keep it civil. I know things didn’t go so well between all of us before …”
“You couldn’t make up your mind about which one of us you wanted,” Austin interrupted, and she glared at him. Not that she could deny what he said. It was true, but she was trying to be a grown up about it now.
“Well, now I don’t want either of you,” she snapped. So much for being an adult. For some reason, though, Austin and Lance just looked at each other and then smirked, like they were sharing some hilarious secret that she wasn’t in on.
“Oh, really?” Austin purred. He had always been the more dominant one, the one that was more interested in being in control. Not that Lance didn’t have a mind of his own, he did, but he was more willing to sit back and let someone else take the reins. “Because I think, darlin’, that it’s more likely that you still just want us both.”
She groaned softly. It was true, damn it. It had been a long time since she’d been this aroused. When she shifted, she could feel how slick she was, how the lips of her pussy rubbed against each other.
These guys were being jerks, maybe, but damned if they weren’t the sexiest jerks that she’d ever been around. They always had been, and if anything, they’d both become hotter than ever. Like so many women, she had always had a weakness for the tall, dark, muscular, and handsome look. Go figure.
Even the way Austin had purred out that term of endearment, darlin’, so common in Texas but not something she’d heard often in New York, had her dripping wet. She wanted someone inside her. No, not someone. These two men. Both of them.
Damn it, she clearly hadn’t learned. she still wanted more than she should.
“She does,” Lance murmured, his blue eyes bright. He was the lighter toned one, with those sapphire eyes, a lighter tan, and light brown hair. Austin was darker, with eyes and hair that were almost black. “She does still want us both. I always wondered why she ran away to the big city. I think I know why now.”
If there was one thing that Anne Marie hated, it was being spoken about like she wasn’t even there. And both of these men would know that very well, which only made it that much more infuriating.
“I do not,” she protested, but it didn’t come out nearly as firm as she would have liked. Instead, she sounded almost plaintive, like she was begging them to stop making fun of her. She hated begging. She was strong and proud and didn’t need anything badly enough to beg for it.
Anne Marie turned abruptly on her heel, intending to mount Star and be on her way, but then she felt a strong, warm finger close aro
und her wrist. She was pulled gently, but inexorably, back around, and then Austin’s lips were on hers, just as they had been all of those years ago.
“Austin!” Lance’s voice was filled with protest, but Anne Marie’s head was spinning. She’d kissed Austin exactly once before, seconds after she’d kissed Lance. Then, they’d told her to pick, and she hadn’t been able to. Was history repeating itself?
“It’s her choice,” Austin said, his voice calm, but his eyes tumultuous. “Which one do you want? It’s time to settle this.”
While Anne Marie was still reeling, Lance came up to her, cupped the back of her head, and kissed her. Both of them were incredible kissers, but Anne Marie could have told them apart with her eyes closed. Austin was rougher, more demanding, whereas Lance coaxed her lips apart and slipped his tongue in so that it almost seemed like her idea.
Either one of them would have been enough to make her weak at the knees. Both of them together, though? That was nothing short of heaven, and all of a sudden, she knew what she wanted.
It was so obvious, and it was sort of funny that it had taken her ten years to figure it out. But she’d changed a lot in those ten years. Become much more confident, more able to state what she wanted or needed. In this case, it felt much more like need than want.
“If it’s my choice, then I want you,” she said, looking firmly at Lance, and then, before he could get too cocky about her choice, she turned to Austin. “And you. Together. At the same time.”
She let her eyes roam over both of them, and she knew that her choice was right. They wanted her to pick either one of them. Well, that’s not what she wanted. She couldn’t pick. She’d never been able to.
“Both of us?” Austin asked, and he looked at Lance for a long, long moment, while Anne Marie held her breath. “Like, at the same time?”
Anne Marie’s breasts tingled, her nipples hardened, and her pussy clenched and throbbed. Just hearing Austin say the words was deeply arousing to her, it hit her harder than she’d even been expecting.
“You two,” Anne Marie breathed, “On me. That’s what I want.” Slowly and deliberately, Anne Marie fastened Star’s reins to a nearby tree, tying her firmly so that she wouldn’t escape. “Can you handle it, boys?”
Austin went from looking uncertain to smug in about a half a second, and Anne Marie smirked a little to herself. She had him, and if Austen went along with it, she had the idea that Lance would, too.
“Maybe I should be asking if you can handle it, gorgeous,” Austen murmured, and Anne Marie outright laughed. Handle it? She craved it. Desired it with everything in her. “Do you think you can take both of us at once?”
Anne Marie was known in New York as being very career driven personal, somewhat cold. She kept people at a distance, was cautious and reserved. That’s what people said about her.
What would they say if they could see her as she stepped just a bit back from the two men and started to slip her shirt off over her head? No one was around. Anne Marie’s parents’ ranch was big enough that no one was likely to show up, and for once, Anne Marie felt like being bold, and just a little bit reckless.
So she didn’t stop at the shirt. She reached around behind and unsnapped her bra, too, enjoying the way that the two men stared at her outthrust chest. The warm sun hit her breasts, and her nipples hardened from the looks she was getting.
She was never wanton. Maybe she’d been missing out, though. It almost felt like a drug, the way her blood raced through her veins, heated by the looks that she was getting. She could get used to this.
“Nothing else comes off until you guys start stripping,” Anne Marie said. It was like she was tapping into this wellspring of instinctive feminine knowledge. She knew it would drive both men crazy when she crossed her arms under her heavy breasts, pushing them up and together, displaying them to Lance and Austen.
Surprisingly, it wasn’t Austen who went first. It was Lance. Austen was too busy looking around as though he expected to find people watching. The truth was, Anne Marie didn’t care if people were. She was going to get hers. Or maybe she even liked the idea of being watched.
Maybe she liked it a lot.
Even more than that, she liked how these two big, strong, rough cowboys started to scramble to strip themselves down, just because she’d told them so. Lance went first, which made Austen growl softly, but do the same. Soon enough, the two men were completely bare for her, and she was pleased to see that not only were they both very hard, but they were big enough to make another pang of desire echo through her whole body.
It was her, the sun, the grass, and two gorgeous, and now naked, cowboys. Maybe Texas wasn’t so bad, after all.
“Your turn, darlin’,” Lance said, and Anne Marie smirked as she started to ease down her jeans. She was a curvy woman, but from the look on their faces, neither of them minded in the slightest.
The moment she was naked, they were on her. It was hard to believe that there were only four hands and two mouths, since they were everywhere. Touching her nipples, stroking over her rounded belly, tugging her hair down from the messy ponytail so that it fell loose over her shoulders.
She kissed Lance, and then Austen, and groaned softly when they rubbed close against her and she felt how damn hard they were. When Austen rubbed over her hip, she felt him leave a trail of his precum, which felt deliciously filthy.
Her knees went weak, and she allowed herself to fall to the ground. It wasn’t so bad to be there. She was at the exact right level, and she found herself right by their hard, thick, leaking cocks.
It didn’t take a lot of brainpower to figure out what to do next. Anne Marie parted her lips and, without any hesitation at all, she took Austen into her mouth. He stretched her lips wide, but he tasted like heaven, and she moaned as she sucked him.
Her other hand wrapped around Lance’s cock, jacking him off at the same pace that she was sucking Austen. Then she switched, stroking Austen as she worked on Lance’s huge cock, licking precum from the blunt head.
From Austen to Lance, and back again, Anne Marie worked on both of them. She made them wait for it, though, never spending enough time with her lips on them for either of them to actually be worked up past the point of no return. Her mouth was sore, her jaw ached, but she wanted them both to come at the same time.
Finally, the time was right. She saw, to her satisfaction, that both of them were gasping and moaning, their bodies tight and tense with want. Grinning, she pulled them close together so that they were right against each other and took one of them in each hand, aiming at her face.
“Come on me,” she directed. She had no idea what had come over her. She only knew that she felt wild and free and deliciously sexy. This was a whole new sort of power for her, and she was finding it intoxicating. She couldn’t get enough.
Maybe these two thought that they were in control, but she knew better. She was. It was all her. She wanted all of this, and she was going to get it.
She did. Both of them cried out, pressing into her hand as she stroked them. At almost the same time, they tensed up and she felt the hot gush of fresh come on her cheeks and chin, and even into her open mouth.
“Hmm,” Anne Marie said, grinning wickedly. “That was fun, but I think it’s my turn now.”
Still feeling dirty in the best possible way, in a way that made her feel sexy and desirable, Anne Marie laid on her back and spread her legs wide. Both men could see her glistening, slick, wet cunt, she made sure of that.
“Which one of you is going to make that happen for me?” Anne Marie murmured, letting her hazel eyes rest on each of them in turn. She was so bold, and it seemed to have made them a little bit shy in return.
The sight of her all spread out, though, seemed to jar Austen from his uncharacteristic shyness, at least. He smirked at Lance.
“I want her pussy,” Austen informed his best friend, and then walked over to her, his cock leading the way. “I’ve wanted this for too long to hold back now.”
Lance nodded. “I’ll take her next,” he decided, and he, too, walked over, but toward Anne Marie’s head.
Things happened very fast after that. Austen slid between her spread legs, nudging them even wider, and then he pushed his hips forward so that his cock slid over the swollen, slick lips of her pussy. He moved over her, rubbing over her clit, which made her gasp.
Lance took full advantage of that gasp, and while she had her mouth open, he sheathed his thick cock between her lips once more. Moaning, she started to suck on him, and at the same time, she felt Austen’s hands on her breasts as he pushed between the lips of her cunt and deep inside of her in one smooth thrust.
He was so big, he stretched her wide, and it probably should have been painful. She was far too aroused, though, too wet and slippery with desire, for there to be any pain. All she felt was a deep, shuddering sense of satisfaction at being so full, and it made her suck Lance even deeper.
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