Cupid Cowboys (The Boot Knockers Ranch Book 7)

by Em Petrova

  He’d seen trios come together before on this ranch. Some of them had become life partners, and Jared wondered if they were caught up in this phenomenon too.

  This bond.

  He had to get his fingers on soft woman flesh. He edged his hands under her top. She sucked in sharply but he felt no resistance so kept going, moving upward over her ribs to the band of her bra.

  Brock drew her ass down on his cock again, pulling a groan from both that was music to Jared’s ears. Whatever happened after tonight, one thing was certain.

  They’d all be changed.

  He ran his fingers over the mounds of her breasts, feeling her tremble as he teased her hard nipples. Brock ran his hands up her torso and met Jared’s on her breasts. Together, they tormented her with light, fluttery touches.

  Her head fell forward and harsh pants left her. Then Brock pulled off her top, baring her to them.

  They both stopped, hands stilled on the work of art that was her body. She was curved in all the right places, her skin golden against the pristine white of her bra.

  “Do we have ourselves a virgin all in white?” Brock asked in his deep voice.

  She shook her head, hair floating over the cream of her breasts in auburn-tinged waves. When Jared looked deep into her amber-and-gold-flecked eyes, she seemed to melt under this stare.

  “I’m not a virgin,” she whispered, “and I… I want you. Both of you.”

  That was the green light he needed. He reached behind her back and popped the clasp of her bra.

  * * * * *

  Brock sank his fingers into Jared’s thick hair as he guided him from breast to breast. Watching his tongue bathe her round breasts had his cock weeping with precum. As soon as he sank into her sweet body, it’d be all over, and he had to find some ounce of control.

  This moment mattered, and they all knew it. He and Jared had barely discussed it, but he saw it in his lover’s eyes. And LeeLee was just opening up some chasm inside them that wouldn’t separate them but bind them all, like an open wound grown tougher with three layers of skin sealing it shut.

  “Suck on her nipple, babe,” he said to Jared. “Draw it out. Let me see your teeth on her.” He grunted when Jared scraped his teeth tenderly across the rosy nipple, and LeeLee ground her ass into his cock.

  Once he was buried balls-deep with Jared settled between her splayed legs, nothing could stop them from reaching the summit of pleasure.

  Brock ran his hand across her hip and down between her legs. “Fuck, she’s wet clear through.”

  She moaned. “I’m sorry. I want you.”

  “Never be sorry for being wet for us, sweetheart.” Brock moved his fingers over the swollen bumps of her pussy within the constraints of her uniform.

  It wasn’t enough. He needed to feel her wetness. Smell her. Taste her.

  Taste her seeping Jared’s cum. But that would have to come later. Until they joined as a monogamous trio, he’d have to make due with condoms.

  He found the bump of her clit and pressed on it. She cried out, and Jared lifted his head to spear Brock in his gaze. “Take off her pants,” Brock ordered. “Then put her over my face.”

  A shiver snaked down her spine. Brock threw off his shirt and created a bed on the floor of it and her top. Jared added his and then LeeLee’s pants followed.

  When she was only in a thin wisp of panties, Brock’s control evaporated.

  He reached out and plucked the side of her panties, snapping the band.

  Jared stood back, staring like Brock was at the tuft of auburn-tipped curls covering her mound.

  “Jesus, she’s a work of art. How have you been hiding this from us, sweetheart?” Brock grated out.

  A light smile touched her lips, and Brock’s chest warmed, surging with a new emotion he suspected had been lying dormant all along.

  Those times he’d come into the kitchen and teased LeeLee had been just the foreplay leading up to this moment.

  She watched as he stretched out on the floor, resting on his elbows, hair dripping down into one blazing eye.

  “Take off her panties and give her to me,” Brock ordered.

  Jared looped his finger into the scrap of what was left of her panties and slid them down her thigh and off her curvy ankle. Then he took her by the hips and eased her forward to Brock’s waiting tongue.

  He snaked it over her curls. She moaned.

  Over her wet seam. She cried out.

  When he sank it deep into her hot, wet sheath, she crumpled. He caught her, lowering her onto his face as he eased onto his back. Eyes closed on the bliss of her flavors filling his head.

  She was no prim little schoolteacher-type as Jared had once remarked. No, she was a vixen all buttoned up in uniform just waiting for a moment to be unleashed.

  She thrashed against his mouth, taking as good as he gave. He lapped at her clit, pulling it between his lips for long minutes while she rode his tongue. When he drew her to the edge of orgasm, he released her, backing off and mouthing her folds. Only to drag her back upward again as he tongue-fucked her.

  “Lean forward, sweetheart,” Jared said.

  Brock glanced up to see him caressing the globes of her ass. She shuddered, and he knew exactly what his partner was doing.

  Teasing her tight little pucker with a fingertip.

  His own ass flexed at the thought of nights, days and everything in between when Jared did the same to him. He had a way with his fingers in Brock’s backside that had him leaking even now.

  Knowing this, he latched onto Brock’s cock through his jeans. Stroking from the balls up to the tip. Molding the denim around the swollen head that was streaming now.

  LeeLee cried out.

  “Just a fingertip. I’ll go easy with you, sweetheart. This time.” Jared’s dark promise had him aching and LeeLee moving again, riding faster, cresting the rise of ecstasy.

  She stiffened and began to shake. Juices flooded Brock’s tongue, and he lapped faster, taking every drop of her first orgasm for them into his mouth.

  He reached up to grasp her ass and met Jared’s hand.

  Their gazes met, and he knew what had to be done.

  Chapter Three

  LeeLee watched as the men tangled their tongues together. Her insides were still pulsing from her heart-stopping release. But seeing Jared lick her juices off his lover’s mouth…

  She shuddered and wrapped her arms around herself. The two men undressed each other as they kissed. She took in every bit of muscle that was revealed to her. Their six-pack abs and muscled pecs were sexy enough but when their carved asses were presented to her, she began to tingle all over again.

  Jared stretched out on top of Brock, cock to cock. Rubbing.

  “Slip your hand between us. Take hold of us both,” he demanded of her.

  Her jaw dropped and she managed to close it as she took the order. Easing her hand between hard bodies to clamp around both thick lengths. There was no way her fingers were meeting around this much man flesh.

  They shared a groan as she slowly tested her new power.

  Stroking once, twice.

  “Fuck.” Brock surged up to claim her mouth, and with a shock she realized he tasted of her and Jared both. Turned on even more, she stroked them faster, learning their ridges.

  “I want to taste you both,” she whispered.

  They fell still, throbbing in her hand.

  “Jesus, she’s going to kill us,” Jared said.

  Brock laughed. “Then we’ll die happy.” He pulled her hand away from them and rested back on his elbows. “Join me here, Jared. We’ll see what she can do.”

  LeeLee shook as she kneeled on the floor with two sexy-as-hell Boot Knockers lying side by side for her on the floor of her office, waiting for her to suck their cocks.

  She had almost no experience with oral, and she imagined her first fumbling attempts hadn’t actually done much to satisfy the men in her past. But she was damn well going to give her all tonight.

 
She leaned in, hair falling over her shoulder. Jared caught it in his fist and pulled it back in order to watch her part her lips over his erection.

  “Take him. That’s it, sweetheart.” Brock’s urging had her nipples tightened into hard buds again.

  She lowered her mouth over Jared’s cock. Tasting musk and man, maybe a hint of Brock? She moaned and sucked it fully into her throat.

  “Hell. Christ. Hold still a moment, sweetheart,” Jared ground out.

  She glanced up his body to find his jaw locked.

  “Don’t listen to him,” Brock urged. “Suck on that cock.”

  Her smile formed around his shaft as she took Brock’s advice and began to suck him. Faster, moving up and down the steely rod.

  “Under the head there. Yeah. He loves when you lick that.”

  “Why don’t you get down there and… show her?” Jared panted.

  Brock started to move to do just that, but she boldly planted a hand on his abs, pressing him down again.

  She drew up the length of Jared’s cock and released him. His cock bobbed against his abs.

  Then she turned to Brock’s. He was longer but a little less thick than his lover. Our lover.

  Wetness slid down her inner thigh as she closed her fingers around the base of Brock’s cock and she took him in as far as she could, which wasn’t far. What she couldn’t suck on, she made up for with her hand, gliding her fist up and down his shaft until his balls drew up tight to his body and his thighs shook.

  Jared sat up to watch, dark eyes roving over her face. When their gazes met, electricity shot through her. A bolt of some unidentifiable sensation, a link that bound her to this moment.

  To these men.

  * * * * *

  Watching LeeLee’s mouth bulging with Brock’s big cock had Jared’s blood heating a hundred more degrees. He’d shared him with women before, but this…

  Damn.

  LeeLee was a sight to behold, in all her naked glory with an eagerness that surprised him. He’d known beneath her starched cotton that she was full of passion. But this was beyond his imaginings.

  Brock tangled his fingers in her hair and drew her off his shaft. She released him with a soft pop, eyes flashing up at Brock and then him.

  Together, they reached for her, drawing her up their bodies between them. Jared went for her lips while Brock slithered down to kiss other body parts. She opened her mouth on a gasp as he tasted her for the first time.

  “Fuck, she’s heaven,” Brock ground out.

  “She is.” Jared slanted his mouth across hers at the same moment he closed his fingers over her nipple.

  “She’s so fucking wet. Hell, I can’t wait to get inside her.” Judging by the sound she made, Brock had just plunged two fingers deep inside her. She bucked, crying out.

  Jared watched her face as he lowered his mouth to her breasts. Her cheeks grew pinker and she clutched his head to her as she rocked on Brock’s tongue.

  “So close. Oh God. I’m…” She shuddered long and hard as another orgasm swept over her in what seemed like seconds.

  She was so damn primed for them, and that was the biggest turn-on yet.

  Jared drew back and Brock lifted his head. She twitched between them, flushed with ecstasy.

  They shared a look and Brock and Jared went for the condoms at the same time. She stretched out, watching with hooded eyes as they knelt side by side to tear open the packets and slide them over their arousals.

  Jared saw a flicker of what could be apprehension in her eyes. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, we aren’t taking you together—yet.”

  She reached up for them, and they covered her with their bodies, each half on her. Their tongues met for long moments as they built her back up with exploring hands. When Brock parted her pussy lips for Jared’s fingers, his cock couldn’t get any harder. He was about to blow.

  This was what he craved—working together to please a partner, and he realized he wasn’t fully satisfied without it.

  The scent of cooling cakes wafted into the office, and he was glad she’d gotten the first batch out of the oven before things got really heated up. Otherwise, the place would be on fire.

  They had a fire of their own.

  “Tell us you want this,” Jared urged.

  Her eyes glimmered. To his shock, instead of saying the words, she spread her legs, flashing her wet center.

  “Hell.”

  “Fuck,” Jared ground out at the same time Brock cussed.

  “Rock paper scissors, man.” Brock’s stare was fixed on her juicy pussy.

  Jared shoved him out of the way. “I win no matter what.”

  She giggled, the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.

  “Fine, you get to sink in to that tight pussy first, but that means I get your ass tonight,” Brock said.

  He and Brock took turns as bottoms, equally matched in all ways.

  “His… ass?” The breathy question came from LeeLee.

  Jared grinned. “You’re in for a show, sweetheart.”

  “Yes,” she said faintly, pulse tripping in her throat.

  To demonstrate, he turned to Brock. The man hooked his arm around Jared’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss. The crush of their mouths had small rasps coming from LeeLee and both of their cocks straining. When they broke apart, they shared a smile.

  Without direction, Brock guided Jared atop her. She parted her thighs for him, and he sank down, the tip of his erection poised at the heat of her. Brock gripped his hips from behind.

  When he sank into LeeLee, he was looking into her eyes. She cried out and kissed him with so much passion, he wondered how long she’d been burning for them too.

  Then he felt Brock lubing him up. A Boot Knocker was always prepared. He and Brock especially, since they were known to get horny anyplace at any time.

  As he smoothed the wetness across his pucker, Jared moaned at the searing heat of LeeLee’s pussy along with the brush of fingers on his ass. He pumped into her two, three times.

  Need was mounting in his core. His balls throbbed. And when Brock sank his finger into him, stretching him for what was to come, Jared threw his head back on a groan.

  * * * * *

  What Brock wouldn’t do to be sharing her body right now. She wasn’t ready, so this was the next best thing. Besides, he loved topping Jared—the man hugged his cock so good and tight.

  With one hand latched onto Jared’s hip, he looked down into LeeLee’s beautiful eyes. The haze of pleasure there affected him far more than he’d ever thought. And he’d fantasized about this moment for months now.

  He smiled at her, and her lips bowed up to match. Reaching down, he took her hand and threaded their fingers on Jared’s side.

  “Watch me slide into him, sweetheart. See the pleasure we give each other and share with you.” His voice was gritty.

  She gave a soft noise, gaze locked on his face as he began to ease into his lover’s ass.

  “Fuck, you’re tight.”

  “Fuck, you’re big,” Jared responded.

  LeeLee pushed upward on Jared’s cock, that was streaming with his cum, Brock knew from experience. When they were more to each other and could ditch the condoms—

  He cut off that thought. One step at a time, he reminded himself. He couldn’t have everything in one night.

  “This is going to be you someday, LeeLee,” Jared said in a burning tone. “With one of us in your pussy and the other in your luscious ass.”

  She tossed her head back. “Fuck me!”

  On a long groan, Brock sank balls-deep in one slow glide. The nudge of his hips shoved Jared forward so he sank deep into her too.

  After that, Brock’s mind hazed over with sexual lust. He set the pace and LeeLee’s fingers gripped his harder and harder as he watched her shake apart.

  “She’s coming. Fuck!” Jared burst out.

  His ass tightened on Brock’s shaft, milking him, and he wasn’t about to hold back.

  He latched his l
ips onto Jared’s neck as he fucked him wildly and LeeLee moaned beneath them both.

  Chapter Four

  LeeLee listened to the heavy breathing of both men—her lovers—grow quieter as they drifted off.

  She smiled. It seemed the Boot Knockers were typical men, passing out in sleep after sex.

  Her heart still tripped in a staccato beat. Had that really just happened? Had both men given her the most mind-bending pleasure of her life?

  They were naked and she was too, so she must not be dreaming.

  Her body tingled in all the most exquisite places. Her clit still felt swollen and a mere brush of fingers—or a tongue—would send her sailing again.

  Now she knew the rumors were true. The Boot Knockers were far better lovers than anybody else on the planet. And she’d been lucky enough to have a chance with them.

  Jared’s thigh lay heavily across hers, and she tested a move to see if she could get out easily. Because no matter how amazing their encounter had just been, she still had work weighing down on her.

  Two hundred cakes baked, frosted and decorated. And a fruit sculpture with a champagne fountain.

  As she shimmied carefully out of the tangle of their arms and powerful thighs, she stood looking around for her clothes. They appeared to be underneath both big men and there was no hope of retrieving them.

  Luckily she had some uniforms folded on the shelf in the other room where the linens and plates were kept.

  Naked and throbbing, she left the office and used the bathroom off the kitchen to change.

  When she looked into the small mirror hanging over the sink, she saw someone who looked entirely different. Well-fucked, they’d say around here, and she could see why it was a commonly used term.

  She walked into the kitchen and tried to get her bearings again. Where had she left off? Oh yeah, both men had blown her mind by kissing her, fondling her and then carrying her away to lick, suck and fuck.

  A shiver ran through her.

  Get your head on straight, LeeLee.

  She went to the cooler and retrieved the bowls of cake batter. Then she set about easing the baked ones out of the tins onto a big wooden board to begin decorating.