Going Deep: Boys of Fall

by Cari Quinn

  Shit, he needed to take off the condom.

  He drew back to dispose of it, slipping off the bed to find the trash. He headed back quickly, wanting to be there for Paige while she crested that next peak. At the foot of the bed, he stopped, struck by what was before him.

  Paige spread out, her arms stretched above her head, her fingers gripping the headboard. Colt looming over her, his broad body driving hers into the mattress, his fingers twisting over hers on the headboard. Ass flexing with each rock of his hips. Sweat coated them both, and the room smelled like dirty sex and Paige’s sweet, flowery perfume, an oddly seductive combo.

  Drake fisted his dick, working it in short strokes. He wanted to be there for Paige, wanted to suck on those gorgeous tits that bounced with every thrust. But he couldn’t move.

  Good goddamn, he was going to spill himself in his fist like a kid jerking off to porn. The best frigging porn he’d ever seen.

  When Colt finally released her hands, Paige clawed at the sheets and strained against Colt’s onslaught. He bent close to her face, gripping her chin and claiming her mouth in a gentle kiss that didn’t fit the frantic hammering of his hips. Didn’t fit if you didn’t know Colt, which he did. That juxtaposition was classic him.

  Her arms slid around his neck and she held on tightly as he whispered things into her parted lips that only she could hear. Snatches drifted back to Drake. He caught more dirty talk, about how perfect her pussy was, how sweet and hot she felt cradling his dick, interspersed with praise.

  “That’s it, darlin’. Give it to me. Every drop.”

  Damn, they were incredible together. Something clenched in Drake’s gut but he refused to examine it. He was lucky to be there, to get to experience this with them. If by some miracle they chose to carry on as a twosome, he wouldn’t begrudge them that. They both deserved this.

  You do too, asshole.

  Forcing away his dark thoughts, Drake concentrated on jacking his length. He needed to come again.

  He wasn’t the only one.

  Paige’s moans rose and she clung to Colt as her body twisted beneath his. He soon followed, his shout triggering the flood into Drake’s hands. He grasped his own cock in an iron grip, squeezing out every bit of release. Some overflowed his fingers and he cursed, trying to catch it all. He’d be damned if he sullied Paige’s pretty bedroom.

  Pretty Paige, who was clutching Colt’s head to her breast and stroking his sweaty hair as if they’d always been this close instead of some kind of weird friend-enemies. That tension between them had changed, become something so much more intense.

  Drake cleaned up with a tissue and slipped into bed as Colt fell to his back on her opposite side, throwing his arm over his face. Somehow he’d managed to ditch the condom when Drake had been busy trying to stem the tide. “Jesus. Jesus. Jesus.”

  He had to laugh. “You okay, man?”

  Colt grunted out an assent and turned onto his side to press a kiss to the top of Paige’s breast. “How you doing, darlin’?”

  Eyes closed, she just smiled.

  “Think that means she’s all right.” Drake chuckled and smoothed her wild hair behind her ear so he could nip her tiny earlobe, crowded with several gold hoops. “Actually, she’s amazing.”

  “Fantastic,” Colt agreed.

  “Mind-blowing.”

  “Unforgettable.”

  She lifted one eyelid and grinned. “Okay, okay, stop shoveling shit already.” She trailed her hands up their chests. “Besides, I think you both have it wrong. You’re the unforgettable ones.”

  “Who says you have to forget?” The question was out before Drake could swallow it. If he wasn’t quite ready for this night to end, who could blame him?

  Her eyes shuttered and she covered her mouth with her hand, quickly stifling a yawn. Whether it was a true yawn or a way to distract, he didn’t know.

  “Sleepy, huh?” Colt snuggled in against her, turning his face against her breast. If Drake knew his friend, he’d happily camp there for the rest of the night.

  But sleepovers weren’t part of the deal. Were they?

  “Y’all wore me right out.” She bit her lip and sifted her fingers through Colt’s hair as her gaze met Drake’s. In it, he could see her internal debate. Though he would’ve bet their concerns arose from very different places, he wasn’t certain them staying over was the right move.

  Make that two of them had concerns. Colt, on the other hand, was fast fucking asleep.

  “He’s a growing boy,” Drake said with a shrug, earning her laugh.

  “He’s plenty big enough already.”

  “I heard that,” Colt mumbled without opening his eyes.

  “Insufferable,” she mouthed to Drake, but she continued stroking him, soothing him into sleep.

  “Is it okay?” Drake inclined his chin at his friend. “If it’s not, we can go.”

  Paige only hesitated a second. “It’s okay. You’ve both gotta be tired.” She glanced around. “The bed’s a bit of a tight fit, but…”

  “It’s perfect.” Proving it, he leaned up to flip off the light and moved in close to her side, slipping his arm around her waist. It felt good to have her close. Right. Her summery perfume filtered into his senses and he smiled into the darkness, closing his eyes as she rolled her head to give him a chaste peck on the lips.

  “Perfect,” she echoed.

  4

  Paige woke up beneath two men.

  At first, she couldn’t identify the strange pressure on her hip and shoulder. She didn’t have any pets. It was on the list, once she convinced her landlord that she wouldn’t let a puppy rip up the place. For right now, though, she was pet-free. She was also man-free…or she had been until last night.

  The events of the previous evening scrolled through her brain like some kind of hyper-speed porno. Except she was the star, the cookie filling between two hot-as-hell guys.

  What had she done to get so lucky? Was it the fact she always donated to the local horse rescue? She’d even sponsored that one filly, Lora. Or maybe her stars had finally aligned.

  Or more likely, she was about to do a header off a cliff, because it wasn’t right or proper for any one woman to have as many orgasms as she’d experienced the night before.

  Oh yay, here came her panicked mental babbling, right on time.

  She peeked at Drake first, smiling at how he’d curled one heavy leg around hers and his big arm rested on her hip. His lips were upturned in sleep. She hoped she’d helped to put that smile there.

  A glance at Colt found his head mostly buried in the pillow. His hand rested on her shoulder.

  Warmth tugged at her belly. They’d both maintained their hold on her while they were unconscious. How sweet.

  She hadn’t held on to anything while passed out. Her worries, her nerves, her lingering sadness from earlier last night—all gone. Swept away by a flood of orgasms that had left her more boneless than she’d ever been in her life. She hadn’t realized the mental peace such a full-body experience would provide, but she had to admit she was definitely a fan.

  Unfortunately, she was awake now. And with wakefulness brought not recriminations—no way in hell could she ever regret such a wonderful night—but the knowledge that their fun was at its end.

  Already.

  It seemed too soon, but the reality was all she’d signed on for was a one-nighter. Even that much pleasure felt like tempting fate. She’d made up for her sex draught, and how.

  Now they would all walk away, hopefully as closer friends than before. In the case of Colt, she wasn’t sure they’d been friends in the first place. Last night had changed that. After what they’d shared, she couldn’t fight her genuine affection for him. That didn’t mean she still wouldn’t tease the hell out of his ass when he deserved it, but she’d seen other sides to him. A sweeter one, and a more dominant one. Shit, the guy was like a Rubik’s Cube. Endlessly fascinating.

  They both were. The Drake she’d become friendly with had pop
ped out more than once the night before, as well as a few different sides to his nature. He also could dominate as easily as he breathed, and she had a feeling he could be dominated too, if the moment arose. He’d capitulated to Colt’s commands. Seemed to gain even more excitement from them. Once or twice, she’d even caught him staring at Colt in a ridiculously hot way. As if he was daring him to go further. She wasn’t even sure what that meant. So much of what had occurred between them had required operating from instinct.

  Now it was daylight. The sun streamed through her bordello-red curtains, casting the room in a rosy glow. The light played over their naked bodies, highlighting exactly how fit and muscular Drake and Colt were. All over.

  And holy shit, daylight meant they’d slept for who knows how long, and their vehicles were still parked at the Bennett farm. Unless a few of the others had ended up spending the night, their cars would be out in plain sight, making it obvious she and Colt had vacated the premises.

  People got up early in these parts. The chances that they hadn’t been spotted yet were slim to none.

  Maybe it wasn’t as bad as she thought. She craned her neck, trying to see her alarm clock on the nightstand. When she glimpsed the numbers, she blinked again and again, hoping she could make them disappear. There was simply no way it could be nine-fifteen. The clock had to be wrong.

  No, no, no.

  The sound she made was more animal than human. She scrambled up, shoving the guys’ arms and legs and other parts—whoa, hello, morning wood—off her body. “Get up, get up!”

  “Wha?” Colt’s arm flopped to his side and he burrowed deeper into the pillows. “Sleeping. Fuck off.”

  She might’ve laughed at his grumbling if not for the imminent crisis ahead. Namely, likely discovery by some important people to her before she’d even begun to process the previous night.

  “Get up, jerk. Now. You too,” she adding, shifting to rouse Drake as well. He’d tossed an arm over his face and seemed no more willing to move than his best friend. “Come on. We’re late.”

  “Late for what?” Drake mumbled. “It’s the weekend. Sleep in.” He reached for her and pulled her back against his side without opening his eyes. “Fuck in.”

  Her nipples immediately went to points. Damn traitorous body. Controlling her hormones was already becoming a problem around these two, and the damn things got her in all kinds of trouble.

  Like right now, when all she wanted was to dive in and go for the next round.

  “Uh-uh, gotta get up. We have to go get our trucks.” She wiggled away from Drake only to roll over into Colt’s hard, immovable chest. His sleepy gold eyes peered out at her from under the dense fringe of his lashes. “Up,” she said weakly.

  “Definitely up,” he agreed, taking her hand and pressing it to his hard length. He wasn’t just on his way to aroused; he’d done the first lap and was about to bring it all home. “Who cares about our trucks?” He licked the side of her throat, then bit hard enough to make her pussy contract. Hot damn. “They’ll wait.”

  “No, they won’t.” Panic seized her and she flailed around, trying to find a way to get them moving. “Besides, don’t you guys have chores? The horses and all?”

  “We have ranch hands, baby. We’re not strictly a two-man operation.” Drake cupped her breast and flicked her stiffening nipple. “Only when we’re in this bed with you.”

  In a flash, she grew wet. All right, fine, wetter, because wetness was not a problem when it came to being near these two.

  “Wade and Charli are leaving on their honeymoon today,” she said quietly, hating to ruin the lazy warm perfection of this moment with a painful dose of reality. But someone had to. All good times had to come to an end, and theirs had just reached its expiration point. “I need to get to the store. Luckily Marisol opened today, but Charli or I—or both of us—are always there by nine and it’s already past that.”

  Colt slid back, but Drake merely continued caressing her breast.

  “She’s right,” he said after a minute. “If we don’t go get those trucks soon, people will talk. Hell, they probably are already. Lord knows no one bothers to keep anything on the down low in this town.” He swished off the sheet that had tangled around his legs and stalked off to the en suite bathroom. The door clicked shut a moment later.

  Paige closed her eyes and sighed. “Sorry.” She couldn’t keep the ruefulness from her voice.

  “Not your fault. Not mine either. It’s a tough situation, but I still think he’s more worried than he has cause to be.”

  “And I suppose I am too?”

  “I don’t know. Are you?”

  His reasonable tone rankled, just a little. “Charli’s my best friend. When I moved to Quinn to take over the grain store from my granddad, she was my first friend. Even now that I’ve been here a while, people still see me as ‘that Yankee’. Not sure I want to rock the boat and be part of some small-town scandal.” She gestured toward the bathroom. “Add in being scared shitless about causing her a moment’s concern or unhappiness over the whole Colt thing, and you gotta see why it’s…awkward.”

  “Char’s remarried. Happily so.”

  “Yes, but there’s a rule. You never sleep with your friend’s ex. It’s written in blood somewhere and signed in Ben & Jerry’s.”

  “Oh, right. You mean like there’s a rule you don’t marry your ex’s brother?”

  Paige didn’t reply.

  “You fall for who you fall for, baby.” When she shot him a sharp glance, he rubbed his thumb over her nipple, his new fixation. “Hook up with who you hook up with. It’s a chemical thing and not completely explainable. Charli will have to understand.”

  “No, she doesn’t have to understand. That’s the part you’re not getting. She might say she does, but really deep down she might see me as some kind of—”

  He covered her lips with his finger. “You’re a sweet, wonderful, sexy-as-fuck woman. One who’s incredible at running a business and just as amazing in bed.”

  Her lips curved. “I think you’re a wee bit biased.”

  “Nah. Just honest.” He slanted his mouth over hers, and she forgot all about morning breath and worry about her bestie and gave herself over to his kiss.

  She could so get used to this.

  “So was the whole ‘getting up’ speech just a ruse to get me out of bed?”

  At the sound of Colt’s voice, she broke away from Drake and glanced over her shoulder. He didn’t look annoyed. In fact, he was smiling.

  Part of her was beginning to think a smile was his natural disguise.

  “No. We do have to get up.” She sat up and pushed her hands through her insanely tangled hair. “Unfortunately.”

  Drake rolled out the other side of the bed and fumbled around for his clothes on the floor while Colt did the same. She started grabbing the sheet to wrap around herself on her walk to the closet when Colt’s voice stopped her dead.

  “No way. We saw every glorious inch of you last night. No way you’re denying us the gift of watching those tits bounce and that ass sway.”

  “You’re incorrigible, Mr. Bennett.” She shook her head at him, secretly pleased. Not that she’d ever let him know that. Their dynamic since early on had been to torment each other, mostly in fun. Occasionally a few sharper retorts had been thrown about, but that was then. And this was now.

  He paused in the process of buttoning his dress slacks. The whole covering-up-his-body thing earned a definite thumbs down from her. “What’d I tell you about that?”

  “That you were going to put me on my knees and make me say it?” Deliberately, she rose and let the sheet fall away. Seeing both men’s jaws unhinge just a bit as they fumbled with their clothes pretty much made her year. Gathering her courage, she sashayed past Colt on her way to her closet. “Too late, you lost your cha—”

  “I didn’t lose shit.” He grabbed her arm and spun her against his chest so fast she couldn’t have blocked the move if she tried. Not that she would hav
e. When his mouth crashed down on hers, the heat that spurted to life inside her felt absolutely vital. One stroke of his tongue against hers and she went limp in his embrace, his to guide as he wished. “I could have you there again in an instant,” he murmured, pulling back with a flick of his fingers over her bare breast.

  Paige hated that he was right. Loved it too. She’d always been waiting to meet someone who could command her desire so skillfully. Now she’d met two.

  And she had to give them up.

  “Cocky sonofabitch.” The words came out shaky, and she pressed her hand to her rioting heart as she turned away.

  “Not cocky. Truthful.”

  “Nah, he’s cocky,” Drake said with a grin, disappearing into the bathroom.

  She went to her closet and flipped through her dresses, trying to figure out what to wear. Normally she was a grab-and-go kind of gal, never one to worry too much about her appearance. Today it seemed right she take a little extra care.

  Especially since she had a sexy cowboy looming over her shoulder, clucking in his throat as she selected and bypassed outfits.

  “What about this one?” He tugged out a pale-buttercream sundress with tiny white flowers and a flirty uneven hem. She hadn’t worn it since her last failed attempt at dieting to shed those pesky twenty pounds.

  Err, thirty. Maybe thirty-five during that time of the month.

  “I don’t wear that anymore.” She tucked it back into the closet and went to the safer side, the one with muted neutrals that disguised her hips.

  “Why the hell not? You’d look amazing in it.” He tugged it out again. “Put it on so I can see. Please,” he added when she started grumbling under her breath about making up her own damn mind.

  She sighed. Please was always the magic word.

  Quickly, she tugged it over her head and turned to look at him. She wasn’t going to check herself out in the mirror just yet. “See? Told you.”

  His eyes fired. “Jesus, you’re a fucking wet dream.” He trailed his fingertip over the top of her cleavage and her nipples beaded right up, already responding. “Wear it just like this. No bra. No panties.” He spoke against her ear. “So when I lean in close, I can smell your pussy.”