The sincerity in his tone made her think twice about teasing him too much. The cold lube over her asshole made her jerk. She had wanted to concentrate on Matt, but since he was so sensitive to her touch, she leaned back.
“You’re lucky, Matt, that I want to pay closer attention to what Clay is doing.”
Matt’s hands reached under her body and cupped her breasts. “That’s good because I’m going to do my hardest to distract you. Maybe once Clay impales your sweet pussy with his cock, I can convince you to continue sucking me.”
The lube was cold causing her to jerk forward. Matt tightened his hands on her tits to keep her from falling.
“Sorry. It’ll heat up in a moment.”
Clay must get the it’s cold reaction often. Damn. She didn’t want to imagine how many other women he’d slept with. She forced that thought out of her mind.
His forefinger circled her forbidden ring. It was as if he was trying to get her used to the idea of having something in her ass. When he finally pressed his finger against her hole, she didn’t clench too hard. This was what she wanted.
He dipped in his finger and held still. He was probably waiting for her to stop him or react. She wiggled her butt to urge him to continue. Matt began to gently massage her breasts as Clay entered her more fully. As soon as he swirled his finger around in a circle, tiny sparks flared as if new nerves were waking up for the first time.
Clay pulled out his finger, added another one, and went back in, stretching her channel wide. Two fingers weren’t very big. What would it be like to have his extra thick cock in her ass? She couldn’t imagine.
With his free hand, Clay reached around and found her pussy. Using his forefinger, he rubbed her clit. The triple sensations fired her up. Heat built inside her with each flick, and his fingers in her ass almost seemed insignificant compared to what he was doing with her pussy. Then he stopped.
“What’s wrong?” She’d so enjoyed the different feelings.
“Just getting the fake cock ready for you.”
After Bella told her about the dildo, Robin had gone online and checked out the sex stores. Some were huge and maybe even surpassed a human’s size. “It is big?”
“No. Just a tiny one.”
She let out a breath. Matt leaned over and nibbled on her neck. It was as if he knew what the plug or dildo would do to her. The feathery kisses radiated down her body, relaxing all of her muscles. When Clay pressed the gooey object up to her ass, she could tell this was no small item.
Slowly, he twisted the object right then left, teasing open the hole his fingers had just vacated. When the plug or dildo popped past the tight ring, she inhaled. Her ass contracted.
He tapped her butt. “None of that.”
“I’m trying.”
He pressed on the hood of her clit, and her thoughts scattered. No longer was she focused on the hard cock in her ass. Her pussy gushed. Matt must have sensed a shift in her mental state, for he lifted his head and teased her nipples. The quick shot of pain immediately morphed into blissful pleasure.
She scooted her knees closer to widen her ass cheeks. The dildo slipped in farther and hit a lot more sensitive spots. It was hard to tell what excited her more. The nipple excitement was competing with Clay’s pussy exploration, which contrasted to what was happening in her ass.
As soon as the dildo was fully seated, Clay pulled it out most of the way before slipping it back in. The return trip set off a different set of thrills. She could only imagine how exciting it would be to have him fuck her in the ass.
“From your moans, you’re liking this.”
She wasn’t sure was this referred to exactly, but since everything they were doing was wonderful, she nodded.
Suddenly, Clay slid next to her on the bed, and Matt moved to the side. They were a beautifully choreographed team. She looked over at Clay’s smiling face.
He pulled her on top of him and kissed her. “I love your lips,” he said after coming up for air.
“Me, too. I mean, I love your lips.”
Matt rubbed her back, and then pressed the cock farther into her ass. For a moment, she’d forgotten it was lodged in her.
Clay pressed up on her shoulders. “How about riding this cowboy?”
“What about Matt?”
“Don’t worry about me, darlin’. I think I can keep you occupied sucking my cock.” He lowered his large dick that was glistening with pre-cum in the slit.
She smiled and got up on her knees. From all the stimulation, she couldn’t wait any longer to have a big cock in her.
“Wait.” Clay reached over to the side table, pulled out the drawer, and extracted a condom. He tore open the foil, took out the condom and threaded his glistening dick into the condom in three seconds flat.
In the heat of the moment, she’d almost forgotten about protection, too. She lifted his cock and lowered her pussy over him. The first inch of penetration stretched her. The cock in her ass took up too much room.
“I’m not sure you’ll fit.”
Clay gritted his teeth. “Try. Please.”
His desperation made her want to make it work. Mechanically, she knew the two had to fit. Relaxing her muscles the best she could, she slipped right down his cock. Her juices made the entry easier, but she was still totally filled up.
Clay grinned. “See?”
She could only nod. Matt clearly wanted her to suck on her cock, but he was giving her time to adjust to having both cocks in her. He rubbed her back with one hand and fondled her tit with the other.
Each touch was taking her higher. Never had she been in a place like this before. She lifted up on Clay’s cock and slid right back down. He grabbed her hips and bucked up underneath her. Holding her tight, he drove into her.
“Oh, God. You feel so fucking tight. I’m not going to last very long.”
Matt turned her head and presented her with his throbbing cock. She opened her mouth and drew him in. With her left hand, she was able to play with his balls. Matt’s groans came out loud and forceful. He, too, seemed to be on the edge.
With each thrust, her pussy exploded. Heat built inside until her molten core reached a critical temperature. Matt held her head still as he guided his cock in and out of her mouth, careful not to go too deep. She increased her suction and made him hiss.
“Careful, darlin’.”
She would have smiled, but she concentrated on swirling her tongue around his shaft while Clay pummeled her pussy. The double sensations sent her higher and higher. Matt held her face and stopped moving. A gush of jism filled her mouth as his cock pulsed and rocked. He withdrew to give her a moment to swallow.
His heavy breaths reverberated in the room. Instead of backing away, he reached in and stroked her tits. His rhythm matched Clay’s pounding. As soon as she clamped down on Clay’s cock, he let out a feral cry. His expanding cock pushed her over the edge. Her climax took hold and shot her off into the stratosphere.
“Yes! Aaaah!” Her heart banged against his ribs as her pussy contracted over and over again.
Their bodies continued to pulse. Slowly, the rolling spasms slowed, and her breath caught up with her heartbeat.
Matt climbed off the bed. As expected, he returned with a warm cloth. Clay rolled her to the side, took the cloth, and swiped her clean. After he took care of himself, he dropped back on the bed.
Matt moved to the other side and gathered her in his arms and kissed her tenderly. “You are more than I ever imagined.”
She’d been about to say the same thing. “I still have that thing in my ass.”
Both men burst out laughing. Clay rolled her over to expose the plug. After a few twists, he popped it out.
“Anyone up for a shower?”
“I can’t think of anything better.” Other than maybe falling asleep in their arms and pretending this was for forever.
Chapter Eleven
Robin carefully hugged Bella. She feared she was going to pop at any moment. “You really
shouldn’t have gone to all the trouble of throwing me a party.”
Bella grinned. “Are you kidding? I’ve been trapped here for weeks. I’m dying to see my friends. All I did was make a few calls. Clete, Raven, and Hawk have done all the work. They ordered the food and everything.” She leaned forward as if she were imparting a secret. “Actually, the sous chef at the Mountain View is a good friend. She’s preparing the food. It should be divine.”
She’d met Chelsea. “I’ve only eaten one meal there, but it was really good.”
“Her specialty is desserts.”
Robin patted her stomach. “Just what I don’t need.”
“You?”
They both laughed. It had been so good coming here. “Well, I can’t thank you enough for inviting me. It’s given me a whole new perspective on life.”
“If only that damned phone would stop ringing, you could enjoy yourself more.”
“I know. Brian called again today. I’m thinking of shutting off my cell and telling him I misplaced my charger.”
Bella rolled her eyes. “You’re so damned organized, he’d know that was a lie.”
“Well, I’m not answering it during the party.”
“Thank God.”
Robin glanced at the clock. “I guess I better get ready.” Bella said the party started at seven and that her guests came on time.
Since she’d mostly been in jeans and a T-shirt when she was with Clay and Matt, she wanted to dress up Miami style. They’d seen her in the red sequined dress already, but she bet the black sheath with the rhinestones on it would be perfect. She had a pair of five-inch killer heels with adorable straps that crawled up her leg. The men were going to love it.
It took close to an hour to finish dressing. Her makeup was a little heavy-handed maybe for Pleasure, Montana, but for the first time in a long time, she thought of herself as thin and pretty. She had her men to thank for that. After the amazing marathon sex session, she even felt loved and adored.
There were a lot of times she considered calling up her boss and telling him that she quit, but there were a lot of things stopping her. For one, the men hadn’t asked her to stay. She could only hope that tonight, they’d get on their knees and beg. Secondly, she hadn’t figured out if she could be happy here. Not having a job just wasn’t her style. However, she’d cross that bridge after they asked.
* * * *
Matt adjusted his balls. Thinking about seeing Robin again at the party stirred something deep inside him. “What do you think she’ll say?”
Clay cocked a brow. “Probably no.”
His brother was right. Even though Robin had been herself with them and the sex had been fantastic, he bet she wouldn’t stay no matter how nicely they asked. His biggest hesitation was Clay. “Suppose she said yes. Are you willing to commit?” This had been his brother’s main issue all along with women.
“Yes.”
He waited for the but, but it never came. “Would you consider cutting down your time traveling with Trent? It eats up a lot of your free time.”
“For Robin I would. I’m not sure how much more Trent wants to be on the road with his new baby. I can see a few trips a year to do some family photos maybe, but that’s it.”
His brother had changed. “What are you going to do then?”
“I figure if we ever get some land of our own, you’ll need help running it.”
Matt grinned. “You serious?”
“Sure.”
Reality hit him. “No telling when that property I had my eye on will come on the market.”
Clay spun around. “You didn’t hear?”
His gut churned. “Hear what?”
“Old man Stone died.”
“Fuck. What about the property?”
“Sold.”
He dropped onto the bed. There would be other properties up for sale, but this one was ideal in every way. It had a river that ran through it, which would be perfect for the horses. The land was flat but was dotted with enough shade trees to keep the animals out of the sun. “Fuck.”
Clay didn’t seem bothered by the fact that his dream had just been punctured. Maybe his brother hadn’t changed after all.
Clay slapped him on the back. “You ready?”
While his heart wasn’t really up for a party, for Robin’s sake he’d paint on a happy face. They walked over since the day had warmed a bit and melted a lot of the snow on the path. “Robin sure seemed happy being here, didn’t she?”
“That she did. When she brought us dinner, I couldn’t even detect any makeup. She looked really pretty.”
“The only time she turned on her Miami executive personality was when her assistant called. Her shoulders would tense and her voice got more high-pitched.”
Clay shrugged. “Goes with the job I think. If she were here, she could relax and truly be herself.”
The party seemed to be in full swing when they got there. He spotted Tammy, Brittany, and Lydia surrounding Robin. He leaned closer to Clay. “Why is she back in that getup?”
Her hair was swept up in some kind of do. He liked it better when she pulled it back in a ponytail or let it hang loose. The black dress with the sparkles on it might show off her body, but she looked fake to them.
Bella came up to them. “How are you two handsome boys? I thought you wouldn’t come.”
“You know we wouldn’t stay away. We wanted to see Robin one more time, but I see she’s back in her Miami mindset.”
Bella rolled her eyes. “I suggested she tone it down, but she wanted to impress you two.”
“Then she doesn’t know us very well. We like her plain and simple.”
The front door opened, and Clay rushed out of his sight. A minute later he returned, helping Chelsea carry in a big cake. Her two husbands, Luke and Preston, came in behind her with a stack of food.
He nodded toward the food-carrying group. “I’ll see if I can help.”
Bella swatted his arm. “Don’t be silly. Go save Robin from the women. She’s been waiting for you.”
That was what he was afraid of. Here, he and Clay were going to try to steal her away from the crowd so they could beg her to stay, but now he wasn’t so sure. She’d changed. They liked her the old way, the woman who was open with her feelings and with her heart. This woman seemed to be putting on airs.
Clay was still busy with Chelsea and the Mountain View owners. When Brittany turned to the side, he could see her bump getting bigger from the last time he saw her.
He ambled up to the group. “Hello, ladies.”
Pleasure was a small town, and the same six or so group of friends often got together. Because he and Clay lived on Clete’s ranch, they were often invited to the get-togethers.
“Hey, Matt,” they answered in unison.
Robin stepped behind Brittany and slid between them. She threaded an arm through his. “What took you two so long to get here?”
“Had to look in on Black Cloud.”
Robin’s demeanor changed, and the woman he loved emerged for a moment. “Is he okay?”
“I think he has a bit of colic, but he’ll be fine.”
She stepped back and turned around. “How do you like the dress?”
“You look pretty.” There was no reason to tell her he found her more attractive when she just worn blue jeans and didn’t try to impress this crowd.
Bella swooped in. “The food has arrived. Please come help yourselves.”
The group went en masse to the dining room where the spread was quite amazing. Clete had cooked steak and sliced it thin. There were small bread pieces to make tiny sandwiches. Chelsea had outdone herself. She had everything from deviled eggs to chips and dip. The dessert was on the kitchen counter.
The crowd descended. He noticed that Robin only picked at the food. It was as if she was afraid to eat. Didn’t she know they loved her for who she was? That she didn’t have to dress to impress for them? Tell her. But how?
Throughout the evening he talked t
o his other friends, mostly because he wasn’t sure what to say to Robin when he got her alone. She’d commented on how much work she’d have when she got back to Miami and didn’t even express remorse about leaving. Maybe she didn’t want to stay.
She looked up at him, and he had to say something. “What are you going to be most happy about when you return to Florida?”
She looked up at the ceiling. “The nice weather. I can’t wait to skate and get some sun. I’m pale.”
He loved her skin color. It didn’t matter if she was white as the egg in his hand or dark as the chocolate cake.
She blew out a breath. “What’s next for you? You always said you wanted a ranch of your own. Do you have any prospects?”
He almost felt like her question was more of a challenge. All the men she interacted with probably owned their own condos, had large boats, and maybe even had a summer home up north. “The property I had hoped to buy was just sold.”
Her expression blanked as if she was afraid to say what she really felt. “There’s a lot of land in Montana. Surely there is something you can get.”
Was she hinting that a man needed to own his own place? Stop being defensive. “You’re right. As soon as I save a bit more, I’ll start looking.”
“Maybe when I come back for a visit, I can stop on by.” Her chest expanded as if she was holding her breath.
He didn’t know what to say. God, he was a fucking basket case. “Sure.”
Clay came over. “There’s a dart game about to go down. Justin and Tom are challenging us.”
He looked over at Robin. “They’re the sheriff and deputy. Hard to say no to them.”
Her lips quivered, and a piece of his heart died.
She waved a hand. “Go. Win big.” She tried to smile, but he could tell it took all of her effort not to tear up.
He walked away feeling like shit.
* * * *
Robin tried to put aside the slight. She had no idea why the two men she was willing to give her heart to suddenly acted like they didn’t want to be near her. She’d tried to ask about his horse and about his future plans, but she might as well have been talking to a wall.
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