Chapter Seventeen
Five days after the accident, and Angel was resting on the same sofa. It was twilight, the living room flooded with warm reds and oranges. She’d gone home for a couple days but returned to the Roberts ranch as soon as she felt well enough. The only lasting damage was her fractured wrist, which was secured in a small, white plaster cast. Clay had just helped her shower, washing her hair, lathering her body. She could see the lust in his eyes and the bulge at his crotch, but he never crossed the line from caregiver to sexual aggressor. Angel was starting to wonder how long he planned to wait. Her pussy was feeling the burn, getting needier and needier by the day.
Clay was lounging back in his chair by the fire, his feet up on the coffee table, wearing just his jeans. It should be outlawed for him to go shirtless if he had no intentions of pleasing her. He was too damn good to look at. Now that her injuries were healing, her main focus was her ever-rising libido.
There was a loud knock at the door. Clay brought his legs down and frowned. “Who’d be paying a visit at his hour?” He went to open the door. From her spot on the sofa she was able to see the visitor. It was Landon. Her heart skipped a beat, but she forced herself to stay neutral. He’d only disappoint her again. After all this time he just showed up? She could have been dead from her fall for all he knew.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the elusive Landon Wilder. I don’t know if I should let you in or knock your lights out for breaking Angel’s heart.” Clay had his arms crossed, blocking the doorway with his body.
“Let me see her, will ya? I’ve been driving all day to get here.”
Clay stepped aside and then closed the door when Landon entered. He rushed over to Angel and dropped to his knees by the head of the sofa. “Why you here, Landon?”
“I swear to God I came as fast as I can. They wouldn’t let me leave the job site until I finished by week. I tried. Damn it, I tried.” He lowered his head. “All I’ve been thinking about is you, Angel. You consume my thoughts. I was a fool to run off like I did.”
“I thought maybe you had a change of heart.”
“Are you kidding? You’re my girl. Finding out you got hurt was a wake-up call for me. I won’t make the same mistake again if you take me back.” He pulled her good hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles. “Please, baby.”
Landon looked tired, defeated. His shaggy blond hair was more unkempt than usual, more than a day’s worth of stubble on his face, and the blue ocean in his eyes washed out. Had he let himself go due to her? Was this really all a horrible misunderstanding between lovers? There was no doubt in her mind that she wanted him back. She’d been secretly pining for him but wouldn’t show it in front of Clay. But she sure as heck wouldn’t make it easy for him.
“Why should I bare my heart to you just to have it trampled on again? If you can’t make peace with Clay, it’ll be a vicious cycle that replays itself.” She turned to Clay. “I hope the two of you can find a way to make things work with the business, because I won’t live like cats and dogs.”
Clay winked at her. “Don’t you worry yourself about anything but getting better. We’ll talk about this like men and get it all cleared away.”
Landon smelled like the fresh outdoors, his plaid jacket was still cool, not yet warmed by the fire. Having both her men in the same room made her needs bubble to the surface. She’d already been battling her desperation for Clay to give in and fuck her, but now that Landon had arrived, she needed some relief.
“If you both care about me so much, you should consider my needs.”
“What needs, baby-doll. Name it and it’s yours,” said Clay.
She bit her lower lip, letting it slowly slide out of her bite. “My body’s all hot and tingly. You can’t expect me to have two gorgeous cowboys in the room and not get aroused.”
Landon smirked. “You think I’m gorgeous?”
She swatted him. He’d always be her best friend, but now she’d have the best of both worlds. “Clay’s been torturing me, walking around half naked, doing push-ups by the fire while all I can do is watch.”
Clay found amusement in her words now, too. He sat on the coffee table close to the sofa. “I was afraid to hurt you. That wasn’t a little fall.” He leaned forward and ran the pad of this thumb over her moist lips. “Tell me what you want.” Angel closed her eyes and savored his touch.
“I want you both to make love to me, to stop treating me like an invalid.”
“You’ve got a broken wrist,” said Landon. “We could hurt you.”
She would not lose this battle. Their reluctance to hop in the sack with her only made her pussy pulse stronger. Big, strong cowboys with raging libidos refusing her because they loved her more than satisfying their urges? It was unheard of. But she wanted them all the more because of it. “Don’t you dare refuse me, Landon. You’ve been gone for over a week without a word.”
“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt if I ate your pussy. You could just lay still with your legs open.”
Her folds were soaked, her skin crawling with need. “Yes,” she managed to say. It was a start, and she knew they wouldn’t deny her once things began heating up.
“I just washed her myself,” said Clay. “Her little pussy is sparkling clean.”
“No matter, I’d eat her anyways.” Landon got to his feet and shrugged off his padded jacket and then pulled the quilt off her body. She was only wearing her panties and one of Clay’s old T-shirts. “Good Lord, look at the size of that bruise!”
Her hip and upper leg were nearly black, but it honestly looked worse than it felt. She’d taken the brunt of the fall on her side, but it was her wrist that broke. “I’m fine.” Angel parted her legs to pull his attention to her swollen cunt. Her panties were nearly soaked through from arousal.
Landon carefully slipped her panties down her legs and pushed her T-shirt up past her breasts. He growled as his eyes roamed over her nudity. She turned to look at Clay. He was already unbuckling his belt, watching intently.
“What happens if her blood pressure rises too high?” asked Landon as he caressed her inner thighs.
Clay shrugged. “Guess we’ll find out.”
“It’s a mild fracture in my wrist. It has nothing to do with my pussy.” She reached between her legs and touched her clit. Just the contact made her gasp. What would Landon’s warm tongue feel like? She was afire with anticipation.
“Give her a lick and see what happens.” Clay massaged behind his neck, all those toned muscles moving and shifting deliciously.
Landon didn’t disagree. He spread her thighs tenderly and lowered his blond head between her legs. He did just as Clay suggested—one long, firm swipe of his flattened touch up the length of her folds. “How’s that?” he asked.
“More.” She’d gotten a taste and was desperate to come, to feel that blinding rush of power explode from within her. Angel was too damn pent up, and it was getting uncomfortable.
“Yes, ma’am.” Landon stripped off his shirt and settled in comfortably. His skin against hers sizzled. She felt his hot breath first. When his mouth lowered over her clit, so warm and moist, she felt a calming effect flood her veins. She sunk into the sofa cushions and closed her eyes. This was heaven, and exactly what she’d been missing.
He was so skilled with his tongue, using just the right amount of speed and pressure to bring her quickly to a peak without making her feel too overwhelmed. She savored his suckling, the way his tongue delved in her cunt, and teeth gently nipped her labia. With all her needs put on hold, she came to a precipice within minutes, the rush of energy travelling at lightning speed through her body until all that heat collected in her pussy. “Landon! Oh my God,” she chanted. It was there on the cusp. She wanted to jump over the edge as much as she wanted to savor the ecstasy of that preorgasmic zone.
He didn’t give her a choice. Landon picked up the speed, and it only took a few more tugs from his lips to pull her orgasm free. She called out, a deep throaty sound. He co
ntinued to clamp his mouth over her as she rode out her contractions. Her hips were off the sofa, his arms curled around her thighs. When the rush settled, she grabbed a lock of Landon’s hair and pulled up. “No more,” she panted.
“You’re still alive,” said Clay. “Now we know you won’t break.” His words were a mix of warning and teasing. What plans was he hatching behind those dark, wicked eyes?
“My dick’s never been harder. I’m likely to break her,” said Landon, sitting on the sofa with one of her legs bent up, the other over his lap.
“She’s tough. Look at the fall those hips endured. Angel can certainly take a hard fucking.” Clay passed Landon some items out of her sight.
Landon was smiling, as if he and Clay shared some secret between them. He played with her pussy, trailing his finger along her slit. “Pretty and pink.” He licked the moisture from his finger and then penetrated her cunt with the same one. Even the small intrusion made her sigh and rock her hips. She really needed to be filled before she was fully sated.
Then she heard that familiar sound of lube being applied to something. When she tried to hoist her upper body up to see, Clay pressed her back down. “Darlin’, it’s been a while since we’ve both had you. You have to be prepared again.”
“You’re gonna stick something in my ass, aren’t you?”
Landon held up the lubed phallus. It wasn’t a butt plug this time, but a full-sized red silicone cock. “It’s not too hard, so it should glide right in once we pass that tight little entrance of yours.”
She was a bit apprehensive of having that fake cock shoved up her ass, but she was so horny that she couldn’t say no. Clay knelt near her head and cupped her breast before sucking her nipple and areola into his mouth. As soon as she exhaled from the rush of pleasure, Landon made his move. She felt the burning pressure as he forced the semifirm head of the toy into her nether hole. Angel knew not to clench down. She focused on Clay’s mouth on her tit, the coarseness of his cheek against her delicate, pale skin. They smelled, sounded, and felt like men without her needing to open her eyes. She savored their domination of her body as she lay back taking it all in.
“Come watch this,” said Landon once he’d passed that unforgiving anal ring. He stopped for her to adjust, but today she didn’t need much doting over, just sex. Clay rose to his feet and stood behind the other cowboy. Together they watched the red length disappear inside her ass. She felt it filling her up, going deep.
“Beautiful sight,” said Clay. “Pull it out halfway, then push it back in.” Landon did as he said. The friction sent her nerves racing. “Again.” She gripped the edge of the cushion, her nails digging deep. He fucked her with the dildo, over and over. Her pussy juices were trailing down to further coat the invading member. She didn’t want to come again, not until Clay and Landon shared her body. This cold, lifeless toy could never compare to their hot, hard dicks.
“Do you like that, darlin’?” asked Clay.
She shook her head, her mind already drifting into the realm where sex was the meaning of life. The flames in the fire leaped and danced, crackling, adding to the intimacy of the night. She shifted her gaze from the fire to Clay’s face. The red reflected in his dark eyes, a devil ready to ravage her body. She wanted to be taken, to be fucked and claimed by her men. “I want the real thing.”
“You sure? That would jostle your body an awful lot, Angel.”
“Landon, I wouldn’t ask for it if I couldn’t take it. Now, both of you, lose your pants.” They both hurried to kick off their jeans as she lay unattended with the dildo partially in her ass. When she saw the real deal, the set of hard, erect cocks, a wave of desire washed over her. Their bodies were tall, strong, and all male. She wanted them in her, on her, surrounding her with all those muscles.
“We’ll do this a little different tonight. It’ll be easier for you.” Landon sat on the sofa, his erection bobbing for a moment after he sat. Clay slipped the toy out of her, tossing it on the floor. Then he carefully helped her to her feet, cautious of her broken wrist.
“Now, you’re going to sit back on Landon’s lap, and he’ll guide his cock right into your ass. It’s already stretched and ready, so nothing to fret about.” It sounded so naughty to sit on Landon’s cock, but she did without question. He was hard, a rigid length of solid manhood buried to the hilt in her anus. She wiggled about, craving more stimulation. The dusting of hair on his thighs tickled her.
“Angel, stop that squirming. You’ll make me come before Clay joins us.”
She couldn’t help but giggle. Landon cocked an eyebrow. “How about you put that mouth to good use, baby-doll.” He held out his dark cock. “Suck me for a spell. It’ll give him a chance to ride you.”
Angel leaned forward and wrapped her lips around his broad head. She supported herself on his thigh with her good hand and sucked his beautiful cock. Landon’s hands secured on her hips, avoiding her bigger bruises. He fucked her in short, fast jerks, lifting her and dropping her over his erection. It did wild things to her clit as she bounced up and down under his guidance.
“That’s more than enough. I want to spill inside your hot little cunt.” Clay dropped off them, supporting himself on the back of the sofa. Angel leaned against Clay’s chest, his cock bending inside her. The second penis fought for entrance. She was already filled in the ass, and the new position made things even tighter.
“Fuck me,” she encouraged. Just like coaxing a horse to move, her cowboy responded by thrusting his hips hard enough to forge his way into her pussy. The ache was instantly sated, but new desires emerged, demanding a new release. The double stimulation didn’t stop there. Landon toyed with her nipples, massaging them in torturous circles as Clay thrust into her pussy with the stamina of a horny bull.
She loved the fullness, the bonding, and the kinkiness of having both cowboys enter her at once. Nothing could compare.
“Sorry, darlin’. I can’t hold back much longer. Be a good girl and come for me. I want to feel you milking my cock with your tight little cunt.” Angel was close but not sure just how long it would take her to comply…until he began demanding. “Come for me, Angel! Come!” His voice was gravelly and commanding, a man on the edge. Her body responded, firing off faulty signals until it finally passed the point of no return.
“Oh my God,” she called out. It was so perfect, her ass and pussy so comfortably snug, clamped down and throbbed. She could feel the outline of those two cocks as she pulsed around them, bringing them to their own release.
She’d survived her first postaccident fuck. Now it was time to consider the reality of their situation. As much as she savored the erotic escape, their relationship wasn’t just based on sex. She loved her men and wanted to be sure their future was secure. Angel wouldn’t be able to handle Landon running off again because he had a spat with Clay. Their love had to be unconditional and irrevocable.
Chapter Eighteen
Kayla leaned against the main desk in the office. “So what do you plan to do?”
“I don’t know. It seems every choice makes me look like an asshole. I don’t want to be Landon’s boss. It doesn’t feel right with both of us sharing Angel.”
“He’s the not the type to take handouts. In fact, all the cowboys in this town seem hell-bent on keeping some silent code of honor. I overpaid Grant Garner by fifty dollars, and he drove all the way out here and insisted I take it back.”
Clay had to find an answer. The clock was ticking, pressuring him to come up with something brilliant before the expected fights started creeping up in the house. Relationship dynamics were thrown out the window with two dominant men under the same roof. They both needed a sense of power for things to work out long term. Clay was a reasonable man. He’d been at the shitty end of the payroll, even though he was now at the top of his game. Business now took a backburner since he’d found a woman to devote his life to. But the demands would continue to haunt him, especially since his sister didn’t even want to work for him lon
g term. Finding honest, reliable help was not an easy task.
“I think I have an idea,” he said, his mind suddenly flooding with possibilities.
“What?”
“I’ve gotta go. I’ll tell you later. Promise.” He bound out of the office and hopped in his pickup truck with new optimism. It was so perfect he couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of it before.
* * * *
Landon was busy at work, mending the perimeter fence. There was so much to do on the Roberts ranch that he’d be kept busy for a lifetime. But she knew Landon hated idle hands, forever pushing himself from sunup until sundown. The work ethic had been raised into them from when they were knee high.
Despite his complaints, he didn’t deny her the right to ride her mare. The stallion was off-limits until thoroughly trained, and her cast was off. She trotted around the paddock, watching Landon and enjoying being outdoors in the fresh country air she loved. When Clay’s truck pulled up, her heart leapt. He wasn’t supposed to be home until later. She slip off her horse and ran to meet him.
“Darlin’, you’re supposed to be taking it easy.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Stop babying me. I’m perfectly fine.” Angel kissed his chin and then his thick lips.
He smiled down at her. “How is it that just a kiss from you can make my dick hard?”
She shrugged and tugged him along behind her. “Landon’s been mending the fence all morning. Looks good, doesn’t it?”
“Very. That’s a smart move, too.”
Landon stood up and slipped his pliers into his tool belt. He wiped the sweat from his brow and waited for whatever Clay was going to say next.
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