by Cari Quinn
“Yes,” she whispered.
Rather than reaching behind her as Colt expected, Drake slapped her lightly between her thighs, more of a tap than anything else. Her eyes shot wide and her knees spread, widening for more. He flipped up her dress in back again and spanked the other cheek, then used a handful of her hair to direct her back toward Colt’s neglected—and extremely hard—dick. She grasped it greedily and licked her lips.
“Think you’d better be a good girl and finish what you started here.” Drake kissed the back of her neck and lifted his gaze to Colt’s. “Or else I’m going to have to take over.”
One of them shivered, possibly both. Colt knew he couldn’t have meant what he’d said. He was just goading her, just amping up the moment to the breaking point. But then she said the words Colt would never, ever forget.
“So go ahead.”
Colt started to object, to laugh it off. There was messing around in bed with a girl between them, there was even that furtive one-time handjob with Beth. But Drake sliding his mouth around him solo, Drake licking his shaft, Drake reaching down to cup his balls…
His cock jerked in Paige’s hand.
“Looks like Colt doesn’t mind that idea.” There was a question there, and Colt could tell from her expression that she was waiting for his cue. It would be his call whether she moved aside or not.
Shit, he was so tired of thinking. Of considering the right moves vs. the wrong, of being careful not to step over any lines.
He wanted to go with his gut. His heart. For once, he just wanted to feel.
“Someone better get sucking my cock soon,” he growled. “Or else I’m going to be one very grumpy asshole.”
“You heard the man,” Paige said, flashing a saucy grin over her shoulder at Drake and scooting out of the way.
Oh fuck.
“Uh-uh. Get back here. There are no rest breaks for you, wench.” Drake tugged on her hand, linking their fingers for a lingering moment. “We’ll do this like we do everything else. Together.”
Colt’s chest tightened and relaxed at the way her face softened. He understood, because the statement hit him the same damn way.
“Okay.” She nodded and glanced at Colt. “Okay?” she asked softly.
They weren’t pushing him into it. He could’ve easily dragged her right back into place and changed the course back to one that was safer. No less hot, but one that he knew.
And then he would never know what it was like to stop being afraid.
He’d never been that guy. He’d always been the fearless one, the one hellraising and living life on his own terms. Somehow he’d stopped doing that and started backing away from the cliff’s edge, always pulling on the reins before taking that jump. A couple of failures did that to a guy, he supposed.
Well, no longer.
“Do it,” he grated.
Paige moved back between his legs and wrapped her hand around him, closing her eyes as she slid her lips over the damp tip. He was dripping steadily now, and the touch of her tongue against the tiny slit was enough to have his hips rocketing off the chair. The jeans tangled around his thighs were making him hot and he shoved at them, needing to lose the constriction. Drake took over, undoing his laces and yanking off his boots before drawing off his jeans and boxer briefs.
All the while, Paige sucked, making those cooing little sounds in her throat that drove Colt insane. The ripples from her throat massaged him all over. Then her hand took up the slack, pumping him at the base. Keeping the intensity high even as the tight clasp of her fingers prevented him from coming too soon.
She lifted her mouth up slowly, letting the wetness from her actions trail between them. Wordlessly, she glanced at Drake and shifted Colt’s cock his way. She didn’t let him go. Didn’t break that link for even a second.
She’d never leave him alone, fumbling through this moment he didn’t fully understand.
Drake moved forward and took hold of Colt’s shaft in a strong grip that made him drop back his head. Their fingers tangled together around his cock, pale skin against darker gold, and added another layer to the illicitness of it all.
Then his mouth lowered, so slowly, as if time itself had suspended. Colt grabbed his seat in both hands to keep from fisting his hair and shoving him down, down, fucking down, but even his stranglehold didn’t prepare him for the blast of heat from his best friend’s mouth. He barely even took him in, just the straining head, applying enough suction to nearly cause Colt’s heart to seize.
“Christ motherfucker goddammit.” The curses burst from him and Paige turned her cheek against his thigh, watching avidly while her hand pumped rhythmically. She was as entranced as he was by the sight of Drake’s head bobbing. Quick and hard at first, then gentle and easy. Keeping him off balance until that iron-hard grip he had on the chair wasn’t enough to stop him from ripping his hands free and driving them through Drake’s hair.
When he pushed him down, hard, giving in to the urges he’d never fully unleashed with Paige out of fear of hurting her, Drake only growled and gave him what he asked for.
What he needed more than life.
Paige’s other hand slid under his shirt and skimmed up the tensed muscles of his belly. She found one of his nipples and dragged her nail over it, increasing the heat gathering in his groin until he couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.
She let go of him and eased back. Drake never paused, never slowed. She reached up to tug her dress over her head. Her hands went to her bra and her glorious tits fell free, swaying as she moved back into position in front of him. She held them up in offering, telling him with her eyes what she wanted.
How much she ached to be involved too.
But she already was, so much. He hissed as Drake relaxed and slipped back, his fingers tightening and loosening, tightening and loosening as he held Colt’s throbbing length out toward Paige. Still grasping the undersides of her breasts, she leaned forward for a long lick, her tongue lingering at the tip to catch every stray drop. Then she made her noises again, and fuck if he wasn’t lost.
She swapped with Drake again, letting him take over on sucking duty. He didn’t hesitate. If anything, he was even more frenetic now, drawing on Colt with such force that his cheeks hollowed and Colt’s thighs trembled from the strain of holding back.
Not much longer. He couldn’t. He fucking couldn’t.
Especially with the visual banquet in front of him. Paige played with her tits, squeezing them, bouncing them, flicking those deep pink nipples until they were red.
All he could think about was painting them white.
“I’m going to come,” he groaned, giving them fair warning.
Neither moved.
Drake reached between Colt’s legs, tugging hard on his aching balls. The pleasure was so exquisite, it was pain. Paige whimpered, pulling harder on her nipples, restless where she kneeled.
The wet spot on her panties had grown even larger. His mouth watered with wanting to taste her. He longed to swallow her release at the same moment he finally found his own.
“Colt, please,” she whispered, her uptilted breasts lurching closer as she shifted into position. Making her wait was hurting her. She craved the relief he so badly wanted to give.
God, he wanted to give her everything. Both of them.
His gaze shot to Drake’s, held. His eyes were bluer than he’d ever seen them, his mouth a blur over his length. Hot and wet and endlessly giving, beyond what he’d ever known before.
The frantic pulse inside him turned into a throb. He dragged his cock free of Drake’s strong lips at the last second and sprayed his release over Paige’s waiting tits. She moaned as he jacked out each long string, and Drake caught her mouth to quiet her cries. Their lips crashed together and Colt couldn’t pump hard enough. He just kept coming and coming, crisscrossing her beautiful flesh with what they’d drawn from him.
What they’d offered.
No sooner had the last bit left him, he jerked to his feet a
nd kicked back his dining room chair. Paige watched him, open-mouthed, slack-jawed, not attempting to clean away the mess he’d made. He’d become part of her if only for this moment.
Branded by her as much as he’d been branded. By both of them.
“Colt,” Drake began, rising to his feet. He clearly expected a fight. Hell, he must expect a brawl, judging from the anger and nerves springing to life on the face Colt knew as well as his own.
“Take off your jeans.”
Drake frowned. “What?”
Paige moved forward on her knees to help him. She undid the button and pulled on the zipper, casting Colt a knowing look over her shoulder. Her fingers never faltered.
She thought she knew what he had in mind. She couldn’t, because he had no clue himself. All he knew was there was a debt that had been incurred, and he needed to ensure he helped it get repaid. With interest.
“Shirt too,” he added once they’d shucked Drake’s boots and pants. Colt drew off his own while Drake grabbed his behind his head and did a shimmy striptease over his eight-pack. Oh, it probably wasn’t actually a striptease, just plain old stripping, but Colt’s cock apparently had been primed by the action of a few minutes ago.
Spent? Not freaking hardly.
Once everyone was naked, he gripped Paige’s arm and led her toward the dining table, pulling out the leaf they rarely used except when they had company. He had one wing of the place and Drake had the other, and though there were common areas, they also stayed on their own sides more often than not. Working and living together meant a need for alone time.
Now they were back fucking together, and nothing seemed quite close enough.
“Hands out,” he told her softly. “Bend over and spread your legs.” When she immediately obeyed, revealing the drenched cleft between her thighs, he reached back to test her readiness. She moaned at the press of his fingers, the rough drag of his thumb over her hard clit. “You deserve a reward. Two rewards.”
Face tucked into her arm, she whimpered. In a second, her arousal would slip down her inner thigh. And he’d be there to drink it all up.
“Fuck her. Raw. No condom,” he said to Drake and stepped back.
They’d done it a couple times without the condom already, and every time they checked to make sure a meteor hadn’t hit earth and destroyed her birth control pills. Or that she hadn’t changed her mind. That act was intimate, and it was always her call if she wanted to go there with them in that way.
But he also knew she enjoyed being commanded, so he was just on edge enough—still—to take the chance she’d be all in. Because if she wasn’t, she wouldn’t hesitate to speak up.
That was Paige. Strong and sexy and amazing.
Drake’s dick was standing away from his body at an angle, he was so stiff. But he still stroked her side, soothing her as he might one of the horses. “You’re protected, right?”
She nodded without lifting her head. She only wiggled her ass, begging silently for whatever delicious torment they had in mind.
No matter what, she trusted them. And that was what made him hardest of all. She saw them as they were, and she still wanted them. Still was ready for whatever kind of wild ride they could dream up.
She’d been made for them. Not for a night or a weekend. More.
So much more.
Drake kissed her shoulder blades, first one then the other. Then drove in hard and deep, earning a thin cry. From the sounds of things, it wouldn’t take her long to come.
Colt circled her neck with his hand, lightly, barely offering any pressure. “Wish you could see what I do, baby. His big dick sliding in and out of you, so wet already. You’re so wet for us.”
“Mmm, Colt, please.”
Knowing exactly what she craved, he strummed his fingers down her body, over the rise of her breasts, over her soft belly to between her thighs. A quick rub and she was panting, short pink nails clawing into the table. “Someday you’re going to like being taken by both.” He lifted her hair and dotted kisses along the back of her neck while Drake continued to pound into her without cease, his hips slapping hers, his forward drives rocking the table.
She took it all.
“Someday you might even beg for it.” He pressed down on her clit and she rose up on her toes, seeking more friction. He raked his teeth over her shoulder and slicked his hand lower, bumping Drake intentionally, giving him a little additional pressure too. If he could have, he would’ve knelt between her thighs and licked her—licked them both—but the angle of the table didn’t give him room.
So he touched, and caressed, and listened to their breath turn louder and more chaotic as they neared that final peak.
And when she finally went over, shuddering, and Drake dropped his face to her back and panted out his own release, Colt couldn’t stop the wave of tenderness that constricted his throat. So he kissed her sweaty brow and locked eyes with his best friend, hoping he understood. From the intensity in Drake’s expression, he did.
If this had ever been just sex to him, to either of them, it sure as hell wasn’t anymore.
* * *
Paige woke up sandwiched between her men. A dangerous way to think of them, but she couldn’t help it. Every moment she spent in her their company cemented that fact.
They’d fucked her senseless, first Drake, then Colt, then Drake again once his recovery period had kicked in. They gave the word “tireless” new meaning. And she’d savored every hot, wet, insanely wild moment until they’d carted her upstairs and dumped her in the shower. She’d figured she’d be left to soap and soak herself, though she should’ve known better. Several mind-blowing orgasms later, she’d crawled to Drake’s king-size bed. She’d fallen asleep almost instantly, wedged between their hard bodies.
It wasn’t a hard life.
She woke wearing the flimsy white nightie she’d packed for the overnight. Had she slipped into it before falling asleep? She didn’t remember. It wouldn’t have surprised her if they’d dressed her. Surprisingly, they seemed to enjoy the caretaking stuff. Carrying her as if she were lighter than a bale of hay, washing her when she was too tired to stand, dispensing orgasms without expectation of payment in return…
Her lips curved. Okay, small fib there. There was always payment due. Luckily she loved going to their kind of bank.
Though things had taken an interesting turn tonight. She’d never seen anything sexier than watching Drake go down on Colt. Than helping him. When Colt had let go on her breasts, she’d nearly come herself.
Colt kicking back his chair afterward had worried her some, considering she was pretty sure he’d never gone that far with a guy before, but he’d quickly set her concerns to rest. Still, they’d likely all need to talk about what had happened soon. More lines had been crossed tonight, for all of them, but especially Drake and Colt. She’d do whatever she could to make it easier for both of them to navigate whatever they were going through.
Sometimes sex meant so much more than just bodies grinding together. When it was done right.
She rose up on her elbows and shoved her hair out of her eyes. She couldn’t see what time it was, but from the angle of the moonlight slatting across the floor, it had to be late. They’d all have to get up in a couple hours.
What she should do was roll over and snuggle back in to sleep. But where was the fun in that?
Carefully, she lifted Colt’s arm and nudged aside Drake’s heavy leg. They both tended to wrap around her in sleep. It was the sweetest thing. Yeah, she got a little too warm and she’d choked a couple times from waking up with a mouthful of Drake’s chest hair, but she had few complaints.
So few she was waiting for the other boot to not only drop, but break a toe or two.
She scooted down to the end of the bed, and tossing a glance back, threw her legs over the footboard. The hardwood floor chilled her bare feet. She stood and, after taking another quick look back to make sure they were still sleeping, padded downstairs. A moment’s debate at the coa
t closet had her shrugging on Drake’s barn coat, though she knew she’d be sweltering in no time. She found her cowboy boots and slipped those on as well, giggling a little at the odd picture she must make in her getup. She was happy enough not to care.
Walking outside into the preternaturally still night was like stepping into another world. Darkness lay heavy on the trees and shrubs and draped the fences with thick cobwebs of gloom in spite of the slice of the moon high in the sky. The glow illuminated the stables, but it didn’t touch many of the paths and fields. In the distance, night creatures scurried and the fall wind skittered branches not yet bare. The grass gleamed from the sprinkler’s fresh dampening, and she breathed in the smell of overturned earth, manure and cool, clear water.
Out there, there was a whole world to explore. She’d begun to examine the one inside herself, the parts of who she was that were only being revealed with Colt and Drake, but she longed to learn more about the place she lived. She wanted to ride in the dark, with her hair blowing in the breeze and her inhibitions gone.
She just wanted, so fucking much.
Her feet started moving without conscious design toward the barn. Just inside the entrance, she fumbled for one of the lanterns hanging on the wall. The soft whinnies and snuffling of the horses made her smile. She loved the big beasts and needed to make more time in her schedule to spend with them. Maybe she could help out with—
“Oh,” she gasped, coming to a stop. They had half a dozen horses, with more being cycled in and out all the time, but the first stall contained a beautiful palomino with the most soulful eyes she’d seen. “You’re beautiful, aren’t you?”
Paige stepped closer and reached for one of the baby carrots in a dispenser near the stalls. First she held out the back of her hand, letting the pretty horse sniff her out, before turning her hand and revealing the treat. The horse gratefully took the carrot, chomping silently while she observed Paige out of those all-knowing eyes.
“You’re pregnant,” Paige said in surprise, taking in the swollen rise of her belly when she turned to move deeper into her living quarters. She looked pretty far along, though Paige wasn’t an expert on horse husbandry. If she continued spending time with her guys, she’d learn. She wanted to. They were such wonderful animals. Kind and strong warriors.
