Her Two Lovers

by HELEN HARDT

  “Give me a few minutes, darlin’,” he said, “and I’ll be good to go again. I’ll last longer next time, I promise.” He slid off her slick body onto his back and reached for her.

  She snuggled into his arms and inhaled his intoxicating blend of cinnamon, cedarwood, and male musk. Dale never wore cologne. Jill breathed in the spicy aroma again. Mmm. If he could bottle his own fragrance, he’d make a fortune.

  She lifted her head and took in his sculpted chest, the dark hairs curling over his nipples matted with the sheen of his sweat. He looked good enough to eat. Again.

  He tilted his head toward her. “You want some more lemonade, darlin’?”

  She nodded and stretched her arms over her head. “I’ve got a thirst to quench, that’s for sure, cowboy.”

  The adorable dimple in his right cheek twinkled at her when he smiled. “Sit tight. I’ll be right back with a cool drink.”

  Jill watched his lean backside as he strode out of the bedroom. He was so handsome, with a face and body like a god. She could look into his beautiful bronze eyes forever and never tire of their piercing fire.

  She stretched again and let her body sink into the cool cotton sheets covering Dale’s king-sized bed. A bed she hoped to occupy for a long, long time. Her fingers wandered to her nipples and she stroked them, bringing each to a tight bud. Mmm. So good. She plucked at them lazily, imagining Dale’s talented lips sucking each one. She let one hand drop and graze her swollen clit. Her pussy was still soaked, and she rubbed the smooth folds between her fingers. Within minutes, she was close to climax again.

  But where was Dale? How long did it take to pour two glasses of honey-lemonade, anyway? “Dale?” She sat up, her pussy still pulsing with the need to come. But why go at it alone? She’d just as soon bring herself to orgasm with Dale’s hard cock in her mouth. And this time she’d swallow him whole and feel his hot cum trickle across her tongue.

  She stood and ambled out the door. “Cowboy, I’m still horny, and it’s going to take more than your famous honey-lemonade to cool me off—”

  She stopped abruptly in Dale’s kitchen, her words dangling in midair. Dale stood at the counter, his back to her, wearing green cotton boxers. When had he put them on? But her boyfriend’s attire was the least of Jill’s concerns.

  At the table sat another cowboy nearly as hot as Dale himself. And not a thread of clothing covered her.

  The blond cowboy’s lips curved into a grin as he ran his long fingers through his tousled hair. Lapis lazuli eyes raked over Jill’s nude body.

  “Seems I’ve been gone too long, Dale,” he said. “The scenery’s definitely changed around here”—he arched a nutmeg eyebrow—“for the better.”

  Jill’s skin heated, and she crossed her arms over her puckering nipples. She couldn’t help staring at the broad chest clothed in a black western shirt. The first few snaps were open, and several golden chest hairs peeked out.

  Dale turned around and his jaw dropped. “Jill!” He rushed toward her, pulled her into his arms, and shielded her private parts from the other cowboy’s view.

  “We used to share everything, Dale,” the blond said with a husky laugh.

  “Go get something on,” Dale whispered in her ear.

  “I heard that,” the man said, still smiling, “and I’ve already seen her gorgeous tits and her pretty red nipples.” He cleared his throat. “And what’s down below. Why not introduce us?”

  “Be happy to,” Dale said, “once she’s properly covered.”

  The other cowboy ignored Dale and stood, offering his hand. His denims hugged hips as lean as Dale’s. If he turned around, she’d no doubt see an ass just as fine too. He was almost as tall as Dale, which made him six-two, at least.

  “I’m Travis Logan…” His voice was slightly deeper than Dale’s, with a little more of a cowboy twang. “Dale’s best friend since we were kids, and you’re the prettiest thing I’ve seen in a month of Sundays.”

  The bold words sashayed around Jill’s heated body, and her already hard nipples stiffened further and poked into Dale’s golden chest. Dale’s cock came to life inside his boxers and brushed against her tummy.

  An icy tingle raced through her. Amazing, how Dale could affect her so. Or was it Travis? Couldn’t be.

  “Trav, don’t you have any shame?”

  “You’ve known me almost my whole life, so you know the answer to that question.” Travis grinned. His full pink lips were nearly as luscious as Dale’s.

  “Yeah, I guess I do,” Dale said. “Trav, this is my girl, Jillian Reynolds.”

  A rush of warmth coursed through Jill at the words “my girl”.

  “Mighty pleased to make your acquaintance, ma’am.” Travis squeezed her hand.

  A flare of heat skittered over her skin.

  “Seems Dale has all the luck. Beautiful women have always flocked to him.”

  Jill leaned farther into Dale’s chest, but Travis continued to hold her hand, rubbing his thumb into her palm. His touch felt nice. Which wasn’t good. She whisked her hand away.

  “Remember the good old days?” He spoke to Dale, but he stared at Jill, dropping his gaze to her breasts, which were still crushed against cowboy number one. “When we did everything together?”

  Dale cleared his throat. “I remember.”

  “We were team ropers,” Travis said to Jill. “Champions. Started when we were kids. Couple years ago, though, I went solo in ropin’, and Dale here switched to bustin’ broncs. I’ve been away since then, tourin’ the circuit.”

  “And you, Dale?” Jill raised her gaze to his brown eyes.

  “You know where I’ve been, darlin’. Here, helpin’ my grandma run this place. Doin’ the local rodeos.”

  “But didn’t you ever want to tour?”

  “Heck, no. I’m a homebody. I’m happy here, runnin’ the ranch”—he smiled—“hangin’ out with you.” He turned to Travis. “Jill’s from Denver.”

  “I took you for a big-city gal,” Travis said. “What are you doin’ in a little cow-town like Sweetwater Junction, Wyoming?”

  “I’m in computer sales. A few months ago, an opportunity came up to relocate here, and I jumped at it. I wanted to get away from the hustle and bustle.”

  Travis chuckled and shook his head. “If only I’d come home sooner, I might have seen you first.” He winked. “’Course that didn’t always matter.”

  “Trav…”

  Jill’s heart raced beneath her chest. Why? From being held in Dale’s strong arms, no doubt. Or was something else going on?

  Naked. Shit, she was still naked.

  “Uh, Dale? I need to—”

  “Yeah, you sure do, darlin’.” He grabbed her rump and lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. “We’ll be back in a minute, Trav. Fully clothed.”

  “Damn,” Travis said. “Can’t say I’ve seen enough of the beauty of my hometown just yet.”

  “Yeah, you have,” Dale said, walking back to the bedroom. He looked over his shoulder. “You’ve seen all of Jill you’re gonna see, pal.”

  “Don’t be so sure about that, buddy.”

  Had Jill imagined the words? Or had they actually come from the gorgeous blond cowboy? She tightened her thighs around Dale’s sexy waist. Didn’t matter anyway. She needed to get dressed and then douse herself with about a gallon of Dale’s honey lemonade. Then maybe go jump into Sweetwater Lake.

  And she wasn’t even sure that would cool her off today.

  * * *

  “It wouldn’t hurt to ask her, you know.”

  Dale sprinkled seasoned salt on the three sirloin cuts, flipped them carefully, and poked Jill’s to make sure it wasn’t too done. His girl liked her steak oozing. He turned to Travis and tried to look nonchalant despite the hairs on the back of his neck standing tall.

  “She’s a nice girl, Trav. She wouldn’t be into that.”

  “Lorna was a nice girl too. Remember? She was my girl, Dale, but you took many turns with her, and i

t was fun for all of us.”

  “That was years ago.”

  “Four years, buddy. We had some good times. We were a team.”

  “We were team ropers, Travis. Not team fuckers.”

  Travis tossed his head back and let out a guffaw. “I seem to recall we did pretty well in the team fuckin’ department too. Lorna never had any complaints, and neither did any of the others.”

  “This is different.”

  “How so?”

  “She’s…” Dale hedged. Words he couldn’t form stuck in the back of his throat.

  “I can tell she’s special to you.”

  “Yeah.” He cleared his throat and poked at a steak that really didn’t need poking. “Aw hell, I don’t know.”

  Travis took a long sip of his honey-lemonade and shook his head. “I never thought I’d see the day.”

  “See what day?”

  “Nothin’. Never mind.” Travis arched one eyebrow. “This is your chance to give her a hell of a gift, bud. Two huge cocks for the price of one.”

  “I’m all the cock she needs. Besides, haven’t we outgrown all that?”

  “Outgrown the desire to give a woman the ultimate pleasure? Heck, I sure haven’t. Why not let her make the decision?”

  Dale shrugged. He couldn’t deny he’d been aroused at the way Travis had raked his gaze over Jill’s nude body. His sex had stiffened in his drawers and pushed into Jill’s soft flesh. Watching his friend fuck his woman appealed to him on a primal level. But what really turned him on was the thought of offering her something purely physical, purely hedonistic. Purely for her ultimate pleasure, as Travis had said. Would Jill want something like that?

  Lorna had wanted them both, and Travis had allowed it. Dale poked the steaks once more and then transferred them to a platter. He looked over his head to see Jill push open the sliding glass door.

  “The salad and veggies are ready whenever you two are.” Her smile lit up her gorgeous face, and her auburn hair fell in ringlets around her creamy shoulders.

  “We’re comin’ now, darlin’,” Dale said, glancing sideways at Travis.

  But Travis didn’t catch Dale’s eye. His gaze was settled on Jill.

  * * *

  Both Travis and Dale had stared at her all through dinner. Now, her back turned as she loaded the dishwasher, the heat of their dual gazes still penetrated her like the Wyoming sun on a cloudless summer day.

  “Jill?”

  She turned at Dale’s voice. “Yeah?”

  “Trav has a few things to take care of.”

  “Oh, of course.” She cleared her throat and advanced toward the two men, her arm extended to Travis. “It was great to meet you. I’m sure I’ll see you again soon.”

  Travis’s husky chuckle eased over her as his large calloused hand enclosed hers. “Soon, yes, I hope. I’ll be back later tonight, if all goes well.” He pulled her toward him and gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek, shook Dale’s hand, and then headed out the front door of the ranch house.

  Jill stared into Dale’s bronze eyes, puzzled. “What did he mean, ‘if all goes well’?”

  Dale took her hand. “Come on. Mabel’ll be here in the morning to clean the kitchen. You know you don’t need to do this.”

  “But I don’t mind—”

  “I do,” he said, and led her into the living room. He sat down on his rustic leather couch and patted the soft cushion next to him.

  She sat, and he gathered her into his arms and kissed her neck.

  “You didn’t answer my question. Is Travis staying with you tonight?” Jill’s muscles tensed, she wasn’t sure why, as she waited for his answer. Did she want Travis to stay?

  Dale let out a short cough. “No. Not the whole night, anyway. He, uh, has a place not far from here where he hangs his hat when he’s in town.”

  “Oh. Well, maybe we’ll see him tomorrow.”

  “Nope. While we were grillin’ the steaks, he told me he was leavin’ come sunup for another rodeo gig.”

  Jill swallowed, a strange sense of loss nagging at her. She quickly batted it away. So she wouldn’t see Travis again. Dale was the man she loved. He was inside her, a part of her. She breathed in, catching his masculine scent. She’d do anything for Dale Cross.

  “Thing is, darlin’,” Dale continued, “Travis was wonderin’…”

  “Wondering what?” Why would Travis wonder anything that mattered to her and Dale? A chill slithered across the back of her neck, and her sex responded. Strange.

  Dale stood abruptly. “I’ll be right back.”

  “Well…okay.” She watched his gorgeous denim-clad ass as he walked back to the kitchen. Magnificent.

  He returned a few minutes later with two glasses of lemonade and handed one to her. “I put a shot of bourbon in, the way you like it.”

  Jill took a sip of the crisp beverage. “Thanks. Now what’s going on?”

  Dale took a long, slow drink of his lemonade. “There’s something I want you to know about me, Jill. Something I want to share with you.”

  “Okay.” Nervous ripples skittered across her skin. The thought that Dale had hidden something from her agitated her. She loved him. Would marry him if he asked. And now? She inhaled, bracing herself.

  “Travis and I…well…” He stood again and paced to the end of the room and back.

  “Dale, for God’s sake, what the hell is going on?”

  He gazed into her eyes, his own burning with fire. He cupped her cheeks in his strong hands and leaned down and pressed his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. Jill’s heart leaped into overdrive. She opened to him, let his smooth tongue entwine around hers. What started as gentle soon became passionate and lusty.

  Dale ripped his mouth away. “Damn, I can’t even kiss you without losing my mind.”

  Her nerves settled—a bit—and she let out a laugh. “And that’s a bad thing?”

  “No. No, not at all.” He sat back down next to her and took her hand, massaging each finger. “I want to give you everything, darlin’. You’re so damn special to me. And there’s somethin’ I can give you that… Well, I don’t know if you want it.”

  “I’d love anything you gave me, Dale.” Especially if it’s circular in shape and symbolizes forever.

  He smiled, his eyes crinkling. “Travis is attracted to you, darlin’, and the two of us, well… We’d like to make love to you, if you’re willin’.”

  Ice prickled Jill’s skin, even as her pussy warmed. She was taken aback, but also turned on. Two men? Two hot men? But she was in love with Dale. Why would he want this? And was it wrong for the idea to intrigue her? Make her hot? Because it did indeed make her hot, despite her feelings for Dale, and Dale alone.

  “You would share me?”

  He lifted her hand and gently slid his lips across her palm.

  Her tummy fluttered.

  “It’s not sharing you, not really. It’s giving you a night of pleasure. Pure, unadulterated pleasure. Something I can’t give you alone. Two mouths to kiss you. Two cocks to fuck you, darlin’. But if you don’t want it, that’s okay.”

  “And you’ve…you’ve done this before?”

  “Yes.”

  “And enjoyed it?”

  “Yes. I’ve enjoyed giving a woman that amount of pleasure. And the woman has always been extremely satisfied.”

  A knife of jealousy stabbed her. She didn’t like thinking of Dale with other women. But heck, she was no virgin herself. Of course he’d had other women before her. She nervously swiped at the beads of condensation on her glass of lemonade.

  “And you and Travis don’t…with each other?”

  He smiled, and a chuckle escaped. “No, darlin’. That’s not what this is about. We both love givin’ a woman the ultimate sexual experience. It’s for you, not for us.” He let out a shaky laugh. “Well, a little for us, I guess. I’d love seein’ you like that, Jill. I’d love to be able to give it to you.”

  Naked between two beautiful men? The idea had merit. Ménages had starred in her fantasies on more than one occasion. But with Dale? The man she loved? He looked at it as a gift. Something he wanted to give her. And though she wanted to accept—oh yeah, she really wanted to accept—would it change his opinion of her? Would he look at her the same way afterward? Would he ever fall in love with her, feel about her the way she did about him?

  Jill gulped the rest of her drink and handed the glass to Dale. “No more. At least not laced.”

  “Okay, Jill.” Dale’s tone reeked of resignation. “I understand.”

  “I’m not sure you do,” she said, as she feathered her fingers over his forearms, his sinewy muscle tripping her pulse.

  She was wet. She wanted this. An experience she’d never forget. A precious gift from the man she loved.

  And if he couldn’t love her back? She’d relish this night. And tomorrow she’d pick herself up, dust herself off, and take that job offer.

  “I don’t want to be drunk tonight, Dale. I want to feel every slide of those four hands, every pucker of those two mouths, every thrust of those two big cocks.”

  He smiled. “I promise you, darlin’, this’ll be a night you’ll never forget.”

  * * *

  “Any ground rules?” Travis asked, as four strong and capable hands gently peeled the clothes from Jill’s body.

  A soft summer breeze cooled the Wyoming summer night, and the moon veiled the threesome in delicate light. Dale’s backyard was enclosed, private, and carpeted with soft grass. The men had laid a king-sized cotton throw on the ground. When Dale didn’t answer right away, Jill’s flesh heated. Ground rules? What were they talking about?

  “You can do whatever she wants you to do,” Dale said. “But her ass is mine.”

  “Understood.”

  As her naked body was exposed, determination overcame her shyness. Heck, Travis had already seen her naked. She wouldn’t think. She’d just feel, and she’d top any previous ménage these two cowboys had orchestrated.

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