He softly rubbed one thick finger over the material between her legs, the light touch making her gasp when he brushed her clit. She groaned when he did it again, pressing a little harder this time.
“That’s it, darlin’.” Remy slipped his fingers beneath the elastic band and stroked hot flesh. “Come for me.”
Cherry moved her hips, craving more of his touch and Remy gave her what she needed. He slid one finger into her tight, wet sheath where it was quickly joined by a second. He pushed deep before withdrawing and stroking her slick folds.
She buried her face against his chest and the material of his shirt brushed her cheek. She wanted to feel his hot skin against hers and she ripped at the buttons of his shirt. Remy laughed, low and deep, but it quickly turned to a groan when she spread her hands against his magnificent bronzed chest.
Remy swore and then whirled her around, half dragging her toward the table. She leaned against the wood for support as he ripped her panties down her legs and off. Warm air brushed against her thighs and teased her pussy when he tossed her skirt up around her waist.
She could feel his eyes on her. “You’re mine.” His blunt words made her shake inside and out. There was no going back.
She nodded but couldn’t manage to speak. Her mouth was dry and her body primed. She heard the sound of a belt buckle opening and the rasp of a zipper being lowered. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity rather than a few seconds, she felt the blunt head of his cock pushing against her opening.
In the days since she’d left his bed, she’d dreamed of this moment, of having Remy inside her again. He pushed inward and she gasped, her hands sliding over the tabletop.
“I like you like this.” The deep growl of his voice sent sparks flying through her veins, heating her blood. He rocked his hips, slipping a little more inside her. “Hot and wet. So fucking tight around my dick.” He reached around her, shoved her bra up and cupped her breasts. Her nipples were already tight, but seemed to pucker even more at his touch. “You’re mine and I’ll fuck you whenever I want. Every day. Every night.” He gave one final push and seated himself fully inside her.
Her pussy stretched to take all of him and it felt so good. She clung to the edges of the table and gave a little backward nudge, urging him to continue. Remy stilled and, then like a bucking bronco let out of his stall, he exploded into motion.
He fucked her hard and fast, his hips slamming against her butt, his balls bumping against her clit. Remy swore and shifted her so her upper body was flat against the table, her legs splayed, her fingers curled around the edge for support.
Remy leaned over her, his cock powering in and out of her pussy. His breath was heavy and warm against her neck. He slid one hand between her thighs and found her clit.
“You are never fucking leaving me again. Do you hear me?” He fucked her so hard she saw stars. Her bare breasts were flattened against the table, the hard nubs aching. Her entire body was primed, all it needed was a little more to send her flying. She was so ready she hurt. She needed to come.
“Do you?” he demanded.
She nodded, her cheek rubbing against the worn wood of the tabletop. “Yes.”
There was little doubt that Remy was claiming her. Something fierce and strong rose up inside her. She was claiming him too. She clenched her pussy muscles around his cock, wringing a groan from deep inside him. She did it again and he pushed harder, his finger pressing on her swollen clit.
Cherry cried out as every cell in her body seemed to explode. Her orgasm ripped through her like a sandstorm, every nerve ending in her body exposed and raw. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, squeezing it tight.
No, she was never leaving him again.
Remy had never felt this wild, this out of control. If he could have branded his name on Cherry’s ass he might have done it. The only thing stopping him was the fact he’d cut off his own hand before he’d do anything to hurt her.
He loved her.
There was no denying it, no hiding it. This was the woman he’d been waiting for his entire life. She was the missing piece.
Her sweet pussy had him gripped so tight it almost hurt, but it was a sweet kind of pain, one he never wanted to end. His balls pulled up close to his body and his orgasm shot from the base of his cock and up his shaft until it was filling her.
He hadn’t used a condom. Not this time. She was his.
He almost wished she’d get pregnant. That way she’d always be connected to him. And, shit, that wasn’t the right way to do this. But it was much too late for second thoughts. He spilled himself into her hot depths and collapsed half on top of her.
Remy slapped one hand on the table beside her head to keep from crushing her totally. “God almighty,” he muttered. He sucked air into his lungs until he was sure his head wasn’t going to explode and he had strength enough not to fall on top of her.
He lifted himself away and reluctantly withdrew from her. It was torture. He wanted to stay inside her longer but was worried. Had he been too rough?
“Cherry.” He tucked his semi-erect dick back into his jeans and zipped them. His belt buckle was undone and his shirt open. He took a deep breath and slowly lifted her until she was standing. She groaned and he took most of her weight against him.
The yellow skirt fell, covering her from her waist to her knees, but her blouse was wide open and her pretty lacy bra was shoved above her breasts. Remy couldn’t resist and leaned down to lick one pert nipple.
Cherry groaned and lightly batted at his head. “Stop. I can’t take any more.”
He knew she could, but resisted doing more. He lifted her and sat her on the edge of the table. She looked totally mussed, her fancy hairdo half falling down around her neck, the clip she’d used to anchor it in place hanging off one thick lock of curls. Her lips were swollen and wet from his kisses and her eyes were slightly glazed. She looked like a woman who’d been thoroughly fucked.
Pleasure washed through him. Cherry belonged to him now. “You’re not leaving.”
A tiny smile played around the corners of her mouth. “Now you want to talk?”
“Cherry.” There was a warning in his tone. He was in no mood to be teased, not about this.
“I want to stay, but how is this going to work? What about Wes?”
Remy hadn’t thought about Wes while he was buried balls-deep in Cherry. And that was okay. They both needed to build a separate relationship with her as well as the one the three of them had together.
He carefully pulled her bra down to cover her gorgeous tits and slowly redid the buttons on her blouse. She sat there, looking slightly bemused and totally satisfied.
“Wes will have his time alone with you just like I will.” He tucked a stray curl behind her ear. “We’ll figure this out as we go. It will be harder on you in some ways as you’ll have the two of us to contend with.”
She bit her bottom lip and worry pushed aside the soft glow in her eyes. Remy hated to see it disappear, but knew they had to settle this once and for all.
“So you want me to stay here, with you both?”
Why was she even asking after what they’d just done? “Yes.” There was no room for misunderstanding. “I told you that you were mine and I meant it.” He planted a quick, hot kiss on her sultry mouth.
Cherry swallowed hard and nodded. “Where is Wes?”
Remy wanted to take her up to bed and make love with her again. She looked as if she could use some cuddling and he wouldn’t mind having her naked body nestled next to his. Hell, he could get used to it in a heartbeat.
But Wes needed to know she was back. “He’s out in the barn by himself. We only have the hired hands in five days a week and this is one of their days off. We like to keep the place to ourselves as much as possible.”
“I should go talk to him.”
Remy found himself smiling. “If your talk with him is anything like the one you just had with me, I know he’ll be a happy man.”
Cherry stared
at him for a long moment and then burst out laughing. “You’re totally incorrigible.”
“But you love me anyway,” he teased, loving to see her smile.
She sobered and nodded. “I do, you know. Love you.” She gave him a crooked grin and shrugged. “I thought you should know that.”
The bottom dropped out of Remy’s stomach, his chest tightened and his head spun. He plucked her off the table and held her close to his heart, which was pounding so hard he knew she’d have to feel it. “I love you too, darlin’. I feel more for you than I thought I could ever feel for any woman. You fill up the empty spots in my heart.”
She clung to him and sniffed. He eased back so he could see her. “Are you crying?” He hated seeing her sad or upset.
Cherry shook her head. “No.” But the tears trickling down her face told a different story.
“Liar.” The word was more an endearment than anything and she gave him a wobbly smile.
“So sue me.”
Remy shook his head. “Nope. But I do plan on keeping you.”
Chapter Ten
Wes had just finished brushing the new filly they were training. The young horse was skittish and this was a good way of getting her used to his touch and associating it with something pleasant. It was all part of the process of building trust.
Those two words made him pause and sigh. Building trust. Not something they’d done a lot of with Cherry. They’d hustled her into bed, told her they wanted her to stay with both of them and practically demanded she make up her mind.
Was it any wonder she’d fled back to Boston?
The filly turned her large head toward him, peering at him with liquid brown eyes. He patted her side, he picked up the bucket of grooming tools and left the stall, securing it behind him.
He wanted to toss the bucket aside in disgust but made himself walk back to the equipment room and take his time, putting everything away. It would do him no good to lose his temper, as much as he wanted to.
What the hell had he been thinking? All his knowledge and skill of gentling and taming horses and he hadn’t put any of that ability or talent to use when it came to dealing with Cherry.
She’d been in an emotional upheaval with her father’s death before they’d barged back into her life, demanding so much of her. They hadn’t spent time together in ten years, but he’d figured their shared past, their childhood and teenage years spent together would be enough to close the gap of the intervening years.
He’d been wrong. But only partially. Being with Cherry, spending time with her had only solidified his feelings for her. She was still the same in many ways, but she’d grown into a confident, giving woman, the kind who put her own life on hold to come home to care for an ailing father. The kind who could deal with whatever challenges life threw at her. Generous and loving in bed and out, she was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
He missed her.
Wes inhaled, letting the familiar scents of horse and hay and leather soothe him as he wandered out of the equipment room. He sniffed again and caught a whisper of perfume before he heard the light crunch of footsteps on the ground.
He whirled around, certain he had to be seeing things, certain his thoughts had conjured her like some beautiful vision. There was no way Cherry could be standing a few feet away from him. He blinked and she didn’t disappear as she did each morning when he woke from his dreams. It was Cherry and she was standing inside the barn, looking pretty as a daisy in a white blouse and yellow skirt.
“Are you real?” Maybe he’d been out in the sun too long earlier this morning and was hallucinating. But she sure didn’t look like a figment of his imagination.
Wes slowly walked toward her and lifted a hand to touch her face. Her skin was warm and flushed. Felt real enough to him.
He yanked her into his arms and sighed with relief when she wrapped her arms around his waist. “It’s really you.”
She raised her head and smiled up at him. “It really is.”
The time she’d been gone had dragged on forever and her phone calls had only made him ache even more for her. “Are you back for good? If you’re not,” he continued without letting her answer, “I’m following you back to Boston.” He and Remy had talked at length and Wes had decided he’d go to Boston and do whatever it took to convince her to come home with him. Cherry belonged here on the ranch.
“That’s something we need to discuss.” Her husky voice had his dick standing at attention and his balls aching for release.
He knew they needed to talk, but he didn’t want to. Not now, at any rate. Not with her standing in front of him looking as pretty as a summer’s day. Too many sleepless nights alone in his bed, wondering and worrying had left him on edge. And only Cherry could ease the tension thrumming through him.
Wes pulled her into the shadows and an empty stall. God, she felt so good in his arms. Her skin smelled like a combination of sunshine and flowers and it was soft. So damn soft.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck and simply inhaled. His entire body clenched and his dick protested its confinement. “I missed you.” Those simple words in no way conveyed the emptiness in his heart and bed, the way he’d stared at the ceiling night after night, wishing she was there with him.
“Oh, Wes.” Her breath tickled his face and he kissed her, unable to help himself. She was here and he wasn’t about to waste the opportunity.
Her lips parted under his, welcoming and warm. He speared his tongue into her mouth, tasting and teasing, wanting everything she would give him and more. He ran his hands down her back, up her arms and around to her front.
Her breathing grew as ragged as his as he went from zero to sixty in a matter of seconds. “I want you, Cherry. I need you.” She had no idea just how much. The combination of lust and love powering through him almost brought him to his knees.
He tugged her blouse up from the waistband of her skirt and slid his hands underneath the fabric. It was a tight fit as the garment wrapped around her like a second skin. “So soft,” he crooned. “So beautiful.”
He managed to get several buttons undone, exposing more of her delectable flesh. All the while he peppered her face with kisses, returning to her lush lips time after time, unable to get enough of her.
Cherry was pulling on his T-shirt and he obliged her by leaning back just far enough to rip it over his head and toss it away. The low purring sound she made almost made him come in his pants. God almighty, she set him off like a match set off a stick of dynamite. He reached for her, needing his hands on her.
She’d meant to talk to Wes first. Really, she had, but he hadn’t given her the opportunity. The stall they were in smelled of fresh hay and horse, leather and man. It wasn’t the least unpleasant and it was very familiar. It was the smells she associated with both Wes and Remy and it was more potent than the most expensive cologne.
He was touching her everywhere, his hands a little rough as he shoved her blouse down her arms and off. It fluttered to the ground to join his T-shirt. He made a low sound in his throat as he cupped her breasts through her bra.
“Sugar, I could eat you up and go back for more.” He gave her a lopsided grin, which made her heart skip a beat. “And I think I will.” Wes’ promise left her even more breathless than she already was.
Her nipples were straining against the cups of her bra and she flinched when he rubbed his thumbs over the taut nubs. “So responsive.” His voice was so low she could barely hear him.
He glanced up at her and his blue eyes darkened. Wes backed her against the side wall and captured her hands with his. Slowly, he raised them over her head. “Hold on to the slats and don’t let go.”
Her fingers curled around the rough wood and she swallowed hard, wondering what he was planning to do. He knelt in front of her and she admired the sheer breadth of his shoulders and the muscles that rippled just beneath the skin.
He lifted her skirt and tucked the hem into the waistband, leaving
her panties exposed in the front. Wes looked up at her, smiled and licked his lips.
Cherry was lightheaded and gripped the wood tighter for support.
Wes slowly traced his fingers up the front of her thighs and stopped when he reached the elastic of her panties. He traced the upper edge of her leg, following the line of fabric around her hip to the back.
She went up onto her toes when he slipped his fingers under the fabric and squeezed her behind. “I love your ass.” He moved his hands back down, but took her panties with them. “But I love your pussy even more.” He slid them off, making her lift one foot and then the other.
She felt strangely vulnerable with her skirt lifted and her shoes still on. She was still wearing her bra, more dressed than not. But having her lower half totally bare made her feel totally exposed. It also made her incredibly turned-on.
Wes leaned inward and licked a long line from her knee to just below the crease of her inner thigh. Cherry gasped and moaned when his hot breath feathered over her pussy.
“Oh, yeah. I’m starving for you, sugar, and here you are all pink and wet.” He lapped at her slick folds, stealing the breath from her lungs. She moaned and squirmed but he didn’t stop. Wes ate at her like a man starving. He licked and sucked, his tongue lapping at her clit.
Cherry held on for dear life, writhing and bucking against his mouth, wanting more. “Wes,” she gasped.
He grunted but didn’t stop. He spread her legs wider and lifted one of her thighs over his shoulder, opening her even more to his touch. Two thick fingers speared inside her. She jerked and moaned as he withdrew them and thrust again. He sucked on her clit, pressing the flat of his tongue against the bundle of nerves.
Cherry let herself go and flew. She cried out his name again and again. One of her hands slipped from the wall and fell onto his shoulder, her nails digging in as another wave of pleasure swept through her.
Tears trickled down her face, but they weren’t sad tears. It wasn’t even happiness. It was some far deeper emotion, one that told her she was exactly in the right place and Wes was the right man for her. The fact that she felt the same way about Remy was irrelevant. Deep in her heart, she knew she had enough love for them both.
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