Tying One On

by Wendi Zwaduk

  “That, too.” Ronan smiled and kissed her temple.

  Her heart just about stopped. She missed seeing him happy. That was the Ronan she loved.

  “I don’t understand what changed.” She draped one arm around each man. “Why now?”

  “I needed to hear from Steve that he felt the same way about you as I do.” Ronan brushed her hair from her neck and nipped at her throat. “I needed him to say he loved me with or without you.”

  “I do,” Steve murmured in her other ear.

  “But we both love you. When Steve said we weren’t the same without you around, I understood. I regretted leaving you and doing so because I never felt what we had was finished. There was more than just a spark between us. With you both in my arms, the spark is a gigantic flame. I know this is crazy, but I’d like us to give this threesome a shot.”

  Good thing they were standing. Her wobbly legs wouldn’t hold her up much longer. “But what about the wedding?”

  “What about it?” Steve kissed her bare shoulder. “It’s a matter of how big the wedding party will be—two or three. I love you, Tris. I have since we dated. I love Ronan, too.”

  Ronan slipped the sheet from her body and eased his fingers across her belly. “I’m head over heels for Steve and I want to explore the depths of my feelings for you.”

  “You’re both crazy.” She moaned. “Very crazy.”

  “About you,” Steve said. He sat on the bed and nuzzled her breast. “The horses, the ranch…it’s all not the same without you. We need you. I need you.”

  “I need you, too,” Ronan said and turned her around. He sat beside Steve and rubbed his cheek on her other breast. “And right now, we want to make love to you.”

  She knew exactly how she ended up in the middle, but she never expected her wildest dreams to come true twice in one night. Ronan snaked one hand between her thighs. He brushed his thumb across her clit.

  “Oh my.” She bucked into his touch.

  “Like that?” Ronan nibbled on her earlobe. He trailed two fingers over her cunt lips. “Want more?”

  “I do.”

  “Good.” Ronan speared his index finger into her pussy and twisted his hand.

  “You smell so good.” Steve flicked his tongue against her nipple, churning her senses. “I want to be inside you. Worshipping you.”

  Ronan pressed his face to her neck and mumbled something she didn’t understand. He moved his hand to her hip and eased her onto his lap. His cock throbbed between her ass cheeks.

  “Take me there.” She glanced over her shoulder at him. “Please?”

  “And I get your sweet pussy?” Steve parted her legs across Ronan’s lap. He kissed the other side of her neck and massaged the heel of his hand along her clit, matching what Ronan had done before. Once again she bucked. She swallowed a giggle. Her men. A woman could only be so lucky to have two strapping cowboys wanting to please her.

  “Yes.” Her voice sounded husky in her ears. Needy.

  “Mine,” Steve whispered. He stretched out on the bed, his cock jutting toward the ceiling. “Come here.” He didn’t give her a chance to move. Instead, he placed her on his thighs. Instinct took hold and she scooted forward. Trista rubbed her juices on his dick then eased him into her cunt.

  The fullness of having him inside her overwhelmed her. She writhed on his lap. Heat in her belly fanned out through her body. Moans ripped from her throat. Something deep inside her uncoiled. Her breasts ached and she longed for all four calloused hands on her.

  “Steve,” she panted. Any other words escaped her. She dug her nails into his shoulders and leaned forward. “Ronan.”

  “Soon, beautiful,” Ronan replied.

  Behind her, something rattled and clunked.

  Trista stared deep into Steve’s eyes. He didn’t say a word, but his presence calmed her. He rubbed circles on her hips with his thumbs. She undulated on his cock, loving the feel of him claiming her.

  “Ours.” Ronan’s voice pierced through her haze.

  Something cold slid down the crack of her ass. He slipped one of his fingers into her asshole, preparing her. She ground her toes into the mattress as he added a second digit into her hole. Soon they’d all be together. Soon they’d be one.

  “Please, Ronan,” she begged. The delicious waiting excited her. When would he join them? When would he make the twosome a proper trio?

  “Yes, love.” Ronan eased up behind her. “Breathe for me.” The blunt head of his dick pushed against her rear entrance.

  Trista rested her forehead on Steve’s shoulder and did as Ronan asked. She relaxed her body, welcoming him in. She breathed out and moaned. Making love to each man individually turned her on, but taking them both completed her. Ronan slid his cock into her ass. The burn spread through her veins. The pain filled her but shifted to pleasure once his pubic hairs tickled her ass cheeks.

  “This is where we belong,” Ronan said over her shoulder. He moved her hair out of the way and kissed her skin. “You, me and Steve.”

  “No doubt.” Steve touched his boyfriend’s cheek then swirled his fingers down hers.

  Words formed in her mind, but no sound came out of her mouth. She arched her back and kissed Ronan’s chin. His stubble abraded her lips.

  The men worked in perfect harmony. When one withdrew from her body, the other sank in deep. She clawed at Steve’s shoulder. The fullness seeped throughout her soul. For the first time in a long while she felt loved and wanted. Not a sexy friend or a girlfriend to pass the time, but part of them.

  “Fuck.” Ronan picked up his pace. His other words turned to grunts and groans.

  “Jesus, that feels good.” Steve braced his feet on the bed and rocked harder into her pussy. “Not gonna last.”

  Neither was she. Trista shivered. The fever in her limbs and the butterflies in her lower belly overwhelmed her. She couldn’t think. Nothing mattered but her men and the way they pleasured her body. She tensed. Her restraint splintered and the orgasm welled within her.

  “Come for us,” Ronan coaxed. “Come apart for us.” His cock throbbed in her ass. “Oh—fuck.” He slammed his hips into hers.

  “Yeah,” Steve murmured. He rocked Trista on his lap. “So close.” He growled and pistoned his hips. “God you’re wet. So fucking hot.” He wound one arm around her waist and laced the fingers of his other hand with Ronan’s fingers. “Mine.” He arched his back and his seed spurted into her pussy.

  The floodgates burst and Trista welcomed the climax. She sagged in Steve’s arms and closed her eyes. Nothing would ever be the same between them. After what seemed like forever, but was probably only a couple of moments, Ronan pulled out of her ass. The bed shifted and his footsteps thumped on the floor. Steve’s now soft cock slipped out of her pussy. She didn’t move. The feeling of security in his arms lulled her.

  With her in his embrace, Steve rolled onto his side.

  Trista opened her eyes.

  Ronan crawled into bed on her other side. He yanked the blankets over their bodies. “This means you’ll be pulling your car into the shed from now on.” Ronan propped himself up on his elbow and draped his arm across her side and rubbed Steve’s hip.

  “That’s true.” Steve cuddled closer to her. “If you’re spending your nights here, you might as well have a slot in the shed.”

  “I will?” She didn’t doubt she’d be spending plenty more time with them, but they sounded so permanent. Yes, they’d said the words they wanted her, but…the hint of doubt clouded her mind.

  “Yes, beautiful.” Ronan smoothed a lock of her hair between his fingers. “I never planned to fall in love. I figured I was too much a broken down cowboy to be loved. You said so yourself, I’m hard to handle. You were right—I am and I needed the both of you in my bed to realize the truth. I’m only good when we’re all together.”

  Steve nudged Trista onto her back then mirrored Ronan’s position. “We meant what we said, babe. We want you in our bed and our lives. You’ve always said
our ranch needed a feminine touch. Make this home ours.”

  “Keep your apartment until the lease runs out. We don’t want to pressure you, but we aren’t giving up. You’re ours.” Ronan smiled. “We’ll lash you to the bed if we have to.”

  The warmth she knew and the sexy man she loved had returned.

  Trista cupped Steve’s cheek and raked the fingers of her other hand through Ronan’s short hair. She had two cowboys who loved her and wanted her. What more could a woman ask for? “I suppose this means we’ll need a bigger bed?”

  “And tying one more set of reins to the hitching post,” Steve said, “yeah.”

  “Then I’m yours.” She snuggled between them. She’d found her home.

  Epilogue

  The sweet scent of hay filled Ronan’s nose. He adjusted the bridle on his horse then patted the massive stallion’s cheek. He climbed onto Pharaoh’s back and headed out of the barn. Ronan surveyed the land. Things had happened fast between the three of them and he wouldn’t have expected anything less and finally life at the ranch had evened out. He and Steve managed the horses and Trista took over the house and gave riding lessons to some of the local kids.

  His phone buzzed in his breast pocket. Ronan slowed his horse to gentle gait and checked the message from Steve. Thank God for personalized message and ring tones.

  Meet us by the pond.

  He grinned and nudged his horse into a gallop. What did Steve and Trista have planned? As he hurried across the property, he laughed. All of his worries about the ranch and his love life were for nothing. He had the stability he needed and warm arms around him

  When he reached the pond area, he noticed Trista and Steve’s horses at the hitching post. White streamers billowed from the rafters of the pavilion. He navigated his way to the pond then slid off his horse and tied Pharaoh to the post. He didn’t see his lovers anywhere. Another bouquet of white daisies waited on the picnic table.

  “Steve? Tris? Where are you two?” He strode to the pavilion. “Guys?” The horses were there. They couldn’t have gone far without them. Besides, Trista loved her animal, Melody, as much as she loved them.

  “Over here,” Trista called.

  He turned his attention to the pond. Two heads bobbed in the water. “Are you skinny dipping?” He stood at the water’s edge. His cock throbbed behind his zipper.

  “Join us.” Trista bounced up and down, giving him tantalizing glimpses of her breasts.

  “It’s just right.” Steve threw his arms up. Water sluiced over his muscles and splashed on the rippling surface of the lake.

  Ronan kicked out of his boots. He ripped his shirt up over his head then shoved his pants to the ground. He didn’t bother to remove his boxers, just jumped into the lake. The chill of the water tempered some of the fever in his body, but not much. As hard as he could, he swam to the people he loved. Ronan surfaced beside Steve. He shook his head and water droplets from his hair landed on Trista.

  “How come you didn’t tell me you were out here?” Ronan embraced Steve. The pond hadn’t been dug deep and all three could touch bottom with ease.

  “We can’t say, oh yeah, we’re planning a surprise.” Trista shoved water in his direction. “We have something for you.”

  Steve hugged Trista in his free arm. His gaze vacillated between Trista and Ronan. She giggled, then he laughed. “Remember when you asked me to marry you, we were standing over there at the pavilion. You got down on one knee. I cried and we made love on the beach. Trista was there until we got naked.”

  “I remember.” Ronan grasped Trista’s hand. “Where are you going with this?”

  “Well, we’re already naked.” Steve unwound from the both of them. He held up his left hand. Three rings shined on his third finger. “Now I’m going to ask you both to marry me.” He placed his index finger over Ronan’s lips. “I know. It won’t be legal, but do we really need a piece of paper to prove what we’ve got here is love? You and I have had something special for what seems like forever and Trista has been our third all along. Let’s tie one on and make it stick.”

  Ronan wobbled on his feet. They’d declared their love for each other. Trista warmed their bed and hearts. Hearing his lover ask him to marry him still threw Ronan for a loop. He squeezed her fingers.

  “What do you say, Tris?” Steve held her hand. “Marry us?”

  “You betcha.” She admired the band of white gold around her finger. “It’s perfect.”

  “Ronan?” Steve worked the second gold band past his knuckle.

  “I’d say you’re crazy for doing this in the pond. Do you realize how easily we could lose these?” He offered his hand. “Yes, I’ll marry the both of you.”

  Steve nudged the ring past Ronan’s second knuckle. When Ronan examined the second ring he wore, tears burned behind his eyes. The gold had been fashioned in a braid—three lives wound together and forming a perfect bond.

  “Now,” Steve said, tearing Ronan from his thoughts, “the other thing we need to do is initiate the pavilion a second time—or would it be the third?”

  “Three is our lucky charm.” Ronan tackled both Steve and Trista, knocking them all into the water. He didn’t care where they made love—the barn, the bed or the shore—he’d found his heart and his salvation in their arms, forever.

  Also available from Totally Bound Publishing:

  Savin’ Me

  Wendi Zwaduk

  Excerpt

  Chapter One

  “You scared?”

  Juniper sat at his feet, silent. Jacoby gazed down at her as he petted her honey-coloured hair, comforted by the silky texture and the scent of her flowery shampoo. Clad in nothing more than the silver, rope necklace collar and black stilettos, her head bowed and her hands folded over her lap, Juniper made the perfect picture of a submissive. Her lack of response served to fulfil his unspoken demand. “You may answer, pet.”

  “Petrified.”

  The certainty and honesty in her reply resonated to his core. He’d married her. He loved her and yet, he’d always felt there was something—someone—missing. He would never leave her, had never wanted to. “Look at me, love.”

  Slowly she met his gaze. In her blue eyes, a million questions brewed. The collar glittered in the soft lamplight. He owned her heart. When they entered the bedroom, she willingly became his. Juniper should’ve been enough for him. Jacoby patted his lap. “Sit. I want to look at you while we talk.”

  Rising to her full height of five feet four inches, she stood before him. He ran the backs of his fingers over her taut nipples. When God created woman, he created perfection in the form of Juniper. She smoothed her hands over her hips, drawing his attention to the gentle swell. With curves in all the right places and an imagination nothing could snuff out, she suited him perfectly. She parted her lips and thrust her breasts towards him. The tight little buds beckoned to him, erect from desire, steel barbells glistening in the soft light. Nipple play factored into their lovemaking each time and he loved to hear her gasp and moan when he captured the dusky tips in his mouth or tugged them with the chain.

  “You want to play, pet?”

  She stared at him, unmoving.

  “Although you are right to remain silent, I wanted an answer. Tell me, should I punish you?” The faint smile on her lips also lit up her azure eyes. He nodded. “A spanking. Four strokes should work—after we talk. Sit.” He loved their play, loved her more than life, but it wasn’t the same.

  Juniper straddled his hips, cradling his denim-clad cock between her thighs. Jacoby wound his hand behind her neck, drawing her down for a kiss. The taste of her, a combination of her mint toothpaste and the salty musk of his cum on her tongue, intoxicated him. Even after three years together, she brought out his need to love and possess her. Only one other had ever brought him to the brink with little more than a kiss.

  When she backed away, the spark of desire in Juniper’s eyes dimmed. “Jacoby.”

  He should punish her for speaking out
of turn and using his name. Should want to smother her with kisses until she begged for release. He couldn’t do either. The sadness in her voice combined with his inner turmoil zapped his heart.

  “You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?”

  Jacoby bit down hard on his tongue. He could lie. Parkur Thompson walked away from him, from the both of them, more than a year prior. He’d wanted the band and the fame, not the sanctity of the music. He’d wanted just a wife, not a male lover and a wife. “I can’t be with the both of you. It’s not right.” Jacoby closed his eyes. The hurt, fresh even after the passage of time, gnawed at his soul.

  Juniper cupped his cheek, bringing him out of his silent pity party, smoothing her thumb along his jaw. “What did the letter say?”

  The letter. The damned impersonal correspondence from the record label. “You and I are to be in the Atrius Building downtown at seven p.m.”

  She tipped his chin to meet his gaze. “Think he really wants us?”

  “Fuck if I know.” Parkur’s mood swings were legendary. One moment he’d wanted the threesome—needed them to be solid for the band, the music, for him. The next minute he needed a traditional wife and children.

  Juniper snuggled against Jacoby, resting her head on his shoulder. “We made a good band. The people liked Razrs Edge when we were all together. Despite the sales for our album together, he’s probably realised the new line-up isn’t suited to our music.”

  “But why now? Because the fans hate Rhiannon and her screaming horse-shit songs?” To hide the frustration coursing through his veins, Jacoby wrapped her tight in his embrace. “We’re not here for him to use us to make money. Been there, done that, over it. I like my life, and I love you. Fuck him.”

  Juniper sat silent for a pregnant moment. She’d been a founding member of Razrs Edge right along with Parkur. Hell, she’d been involved with Parkur until Jacoby came along. Instead of reacting with jealousy, she’d welcomed him into the musical relationship. As for the physical relationship, it had taken time and tenderness to get the three of them into a groove.