by Em Petrova
As she was filling the tins back up with fresh batter for the oven, she looked up to see naked cowboys standing in her kitchen.
Her eyes bulged at the view of muscled men with erections standing out thick and proud.
Her heart gave a stutter but her pussy flooded all over again.
They stared at her like she was a delicious, melt-in-your-mouth bit of chocolate.
She let out a nervous giggle. This had to be a dream. No way did they want her more than once.
Did they?
“I’m not sure having you naked in my kitchen is very sanitary.”
Brock grinned, and the mere tipping of his lips and the creases around his eyes undid her.
She felt herself moving forward, abandoning her task. If she didn’t get things finished right now, she still had a few hours tomorrow before the evening festivities took place. She’d make up for lost time.
Jared’s brows were drawn as she neared. He reached for her, pulling her into their arms. “We don’t like waking to find you missing from our bed.”
“It wasn’t really a bed,” she said to get around the subject.
“Anywhere the three of us are together is a bed. Now get your sweet little ass back in there.” He pinched her buttock to punctuate his point.
She squealed.
Brock didn’t bother with orders—he just picked her up and carried her back into the office. She was surprised to see they’d not only laid out their clothes on the floor more neatly but had rounded up some towels from the shelf too.
She blinked rapidly...
And gotten the frosting?
They offered her grins. “Strip,” Jared said.
“I can tell you’re the one who likes to give the commands,” she responded.
Brock nodded. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. He likes taking the commands, too.” Pointedly, he met Jared’s stare and said, “Get on your knees.”
Her jaw dropped as the rugged man lowered himself before Brock. Then she sighed with the dirty pleasure of watching Brock rub the swollen tip of his cock back and forth across Jared’s lips.
“Suck it in. Wait—use the frosting first.”
That had her taking off all her clothes in a blink. She stood before them naked as Jared scooped one long finger into a pot of frosting and painted it across Brock’s cock head and then up between his balls.
He started at the bottom and worked to the tip. Licking off the pink frosting—damn, hot cowboys never looked so manly in pink. Brock braced his legs wide, giving Jared complete access. As he lapped up the frosting and ran the point of his tongue up the length of his shaft, LeeLee couldn’t stop herself from stepping up and taking part of the play.
She dipped a finger into the frosting and smeared it across her nipples.
Both men groaned but Jared retained his focus, lapping a path around the head of Brock’s cock and sucking it clean as Brock dipped his head to taste her nipple.
While she watched his mouth dance across her breasts, Jared placed his hands on her thighs, parting her for him.
She trembled when he eased one finger into her pussy and instead of frosting, painted her wetness over her ass.
It seemed they were serious in their promise to have her ass. She’d never experienced anal but if she had one shot at these cowboys, she wasn’t walking away with any regrets because she got nervous and backed down.
When he thrust two fingers into her pussy, she cried out. But as he teased a circle around her pucker, Brock had to catch her as her knees buckled. She moaned, and he swallowed it with his kiss. Long and deep, sucking on her tongue as Jared teased her.
Juices flooded his fingers, and he doubled his efforts, taking her to new heights. Her insides tightened and released, shooting her higher. Insides trembling, she threw herself into kissing Brock.
She shook, clamped down… and came so hard that it stole her cry right off her lips.
“Fuck, she’s so beautiful when she comes. Lay her down. I want to fuck her.” Brock’s words barely registered before she found herself on her hands and knees with Jared positioned to lick her pussy while Brock slid on a condom and poised behind her.
He entered her in one long, slippery glide.
* * * * *
“Holy fuck, she’s tight. You didn’t warn me,” Brock growled out.
Jared hummed a chuckle against LeeLee’s still quivering pussy. From this vantage point, Jared had the best of both worlds—total access to her clit and Brock’s balls were within tongue’s reach too.
Placing gentle flicks across her clit, his cock swelled at her taste, her scent—and Brock’s combined with it. While his partner rocked his hips, withdrawing almost to the tip before slamming back inside her sweet pussy, Jared’s cock grew rock hard.
He closed his fingers around the base of his shaft and guided it upward.
LeeLee took the hint and sucked him in. A groan left him and then Brock, who had a fucking fantastic view of her giving him one of the best blow jobs of his life.
Jared moved his hips in rhythm to the sucking pulls of her mouth. Then he moved from licking her clit to Brock’s sac.
“Helllll,” his lover drawled on a long groan. “Sweetheart, he’s licking my balls while I fuck you. Bet you’d like to see that, wouldn’t you?”
“Mmmm,” she responded, voice edged with a franticness he hadn’t heard from her.
She needed to come but it sounded as if she was just as desperate to feel them both come too—one in her pussy and one in her mouth.
Jared’s ability to think faded and he thrust upward, the head of his cock striking the back of her throat.
She cried out.
Brock sank deeper. She moaned.
Jared licked between both his lovers, feeling the tension build in all. Wishing he had a second tongue to take care of both at once. Reaching up, he fondled Brock while concentrating on LeeLee’s pleasure. This was her night.
Purposefully, he slowed the laps of his tongue. Brushing so lightly, making her strain closer.
Until she came apart.
“Fuck, she’s coming for me. Fuck, fuck.” Brock churned his hips and he knew the exact moment his lover found his own release.
LeeLee’s hot, wet mouth swallowed Jared’s shaft right to the root, and he couldn’t hold back another second. He exploded with a grunt that mingled with the noises his lovers made.
* * * * *
It took a bit for Brock to recover, but he didn’t give LeeLee time to escape again. He dipped a fingertip into the frosting pot and drew a line up between her breasts.
A smile formed on her face as he and Jared each took turns cleaning it off. “I never thought my frosting would be put to use like this,” she said, voice whispery from all her cries of bliss.
Brock grasped her hip, loving the roundness of her in his hand, and looked into her eyes as he licked off the frosting. “Best frosting I’ve ever tasted.”
She chuckled, low in her throat. Seeing her like this, all unraveled between them, loose and maybe even a bit giddy, made his heart surge for her.
This was only the beginning of their story, he was sure of it.
Jared’s hand joined his on her hip, and they threaded their fingers, binding all of them together.
“I still need to bake all those cakes and decorate them. Not to mention that fruit sculpture.”
“We’ll help you,” Jared said, lifting his head.
She laughed again. “I saw how you helped me. Walking into my kitchen with your hard cocks out and dragging me back into the office.”
“You aren’t complaining,” Brock stated.
She shook her head. “No. But I do have a job to do.”
“And we said we’ll help. Clothed.”
She eyed him skeptically.
“We do manage to get our work on the ranch done.”
“Okay, so you’re not all games. You do have a serious side, I can see that.” She cradled Brock’s jaw, and he closed his eyes at her touch.
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�What’s the nearest bungalow?” Jared asked.
“It’s mine,” she answered. “So I can get here and back quickly. Why?”
“Shower,” Brock and Jared said together.
He stood and Jared followed, drawing LeeLee to her feet. They managed to keep from fucking and sucking her into orgasm again as they dressed her and ushered her out of the kitchen.
Her bungalow was like all the others on the ranch—built to look like a rustic cabin. But inside, she had it decorated to her tastes. He saw the small touches she’d put on the place and her personal items sitting around and was touched to know more about her.
He paused in the door of her small kitchenette. “Doesn’t look like you eat here.”
She laughed. “Not typically. I bring home leftovers or make toast when I’m feeling lazy on Sundays.”
He and Jared exchanged a look. “We make great toast.”
Moving her along through the bedroom that smelled of her faint perfume and had a surprisingly messy pile of clothes on a chair, Brock led her into the bathroom.
Bottles of her body wash, shampoo and a few bits of makeup sat around on ledges or the sink. One major thing was different, though.
“Damn, girl, these towels must be 8000 thread count.”
Her eyes sparkled. “There’s no such thing as 8000 that I know of. But I have a weakness for luxurious towels.”
“So do we.” Jared took down three from a shelf and set them out for when they were finished. Then Brock started the shower. As soon as the water was warm enough, he picked up LeeLee and placed her inside.
She squealed when they crowded around her. He grabbed the body wash while Jared squeezed shampoo into his palm. As they soaped her, they took their time finding every dirty spot until she was writhing.
* * * * *
The passion hung thick in the air along with the steam of the hot water as LeeLee dropped to her knees and clasped a hand around each of their cocks. Jared hooked an arm around Brock’s neck and yanked him in for a kiss as their little chef vixen took turns working over their hard cocks.
When her tongue moved from base to the tip of his and then swirled around the pre-cum pooling at the head, he groaned into Brock’s mouth. A second later, Brock did the same. The pressure in his balls was mounting by the second and he wanted inside her again.
But the hours were flying by too quickly, and they had to give her time to work her magic back in the kitchen. Valentine’s Day wouldn’t wait while they took their pleasure—and then some.
Need built inside him, but he stopped her with a fingertip on her jaw. “Let’s get you back to work.”
Her eyes, clouded with pleasure, cleared. “But you haven’t gotten off yet.” She looked between them.
“We don’t need to come every time, sweetheart,” Brock said.
“We love the burn. The buildup. C’mon.” Jared pulled her to her feet, and she swayed.
They steadied her between them and Jared switched off the water. Brock snaked out a long arm and grabbed one of the plushest towels Jared had ever seen. Using slow strokes, they dried LeeLee and removed most of the water from her hair before giving themselves brisk rubdowns.
She just stood there, naked, watching.
“You like what you see?” Jared asked with a crooked smile.
“Oh yeah.” She nodded with enthusiasm.
With a full heart, Jared dressed again and it was his turn to stand back and watch LeeLee. She was so damn cute as she picked through a laundry basket on the floor of her closet and discarded items on the chair.
“I think I can take care of this organization problem you have later,” Brock said.
She blushed. “I don’t have all that much time and what free time I do have, I don’t want to spend it putting away laundry.”
“We got you, sweetheart.” Jared reached into the pile and plucked out a lacy bra.
She snatched it away, laughing. “You can’t see all my charms just yet.”
“LeeLee, baby, we haven’t even begun,” he drawled.
Her eyes sparkled with electricity as she met his stare. Oh yeah, there was more between the three of them than just a night of hot sex.
By the time they got her back into the kitchen, he was more than smitten. He was halfway in love.
Chapter Six
LeeLee was riding one hell of a high tonight. She’d gotten the finishing touches on two hundred cakes and was halfway through the torso of the Venus de Milo and it was, so far, standing up and a success.
Toss in the two sexy cowboys standing around handing her strawberries or learning how to use a melon baller plus the fact she was still tingling from them claiming every inch of her body… and whoooeee!
At least that was what they said on the Boot Knockers Ranch.
Jared’s gaze moved over her face, catching her staring. A flush rose up from the soles of her feet and settled in all the best places. Or the worst, depending on the task.
Right now, she could do without being aroused while constructing a framework of a famous sculpture to attach fruit to.
“Look, it’s Jared.” Brock held up two pink balls of watermelon on his palm and added a spear of pineapple to create his own sculpture.
Jared folded over laughing and she had to take deep breaths to keep from hitting the giddy mode, because she had too much to do to lose it to uncontrollable laughter right now.
Brock brought his palm to mouth level and licked at the pineapple and melon balls in a way that had them all shaking with laughter.
LeeLee wanted to relive this night over and over.
It was beyond hot and steamy. She’d felt like part of something much bigger, though she couldn’t totally explain it. All she knew was that tomorrow, she’d be a different woman. More worldly and yet lonelier knowing what she was missing out on.
Jared reached over and plucked the balls off Brock’s palm, popping them into his mouth. Around distended cheeks, he said, “Delicious if I do say so myself.”
Shaking her head in amusement, LeeLee continued to work on her masterpiece, quite aware of what time it was and that she needed to get this finished and wheeled into the cooler long before breakfast. Her stomach rumbled and no wonder—she’d expended a lot of energy over the past few hours.
She stole a peek at the men, who’d grabbed another spear of pineapple and a pair of melon balls and were making it wiggle across the granite counter.
Giving them her best stern look, she pointed her paring knife their way. “Stop that. We need every bit of that fruit.”
“She’s getting all sexy, starched chef on us,” Jared drawled. “Maybe we need to loosen her up again, Brock.”
Her pussy flooded with desire, but she backed up a step to ward them off. “No. Work first then play.”
That sobered them—for all of two seconds. Then Brock circled the counter and grabbed her around the waist, bending her over his arm to suck her neck while Jared claimed her lips.
Pinned between both big cowboys, being kissed senseless, had her mind spinning.
And her heart in a game of tug of war.
There was no question of which man she could fall for—hands down, it was both.
The real concern for her was how she was going to pull away when the moment had played out, run its course, left her feeling empty when they ended this smoking hot affair.
Jared broke the kiss and Brock whipped her back into an upright position. “Get to work, sweetheart. Jeesh. You need to stay more focused.”
She gave them a smile but it was a bit strained. Drawing a deep breath, she assessed the fruit sculpture and decided what to work on next.
The guys put their heads together.
“What are you up to now?” she asked with a warning tone.
They looked at her, twin crinkles between their brows. “LeeLee, we might have only known you intimately for one night, but we can see something’s wrong.”
She bit into her lower lip, tasting the kiss Jared had just left her with, along wit
h a hint of the pineapple penis he’d eaten.
She’d giggle if she wasn’t feeling a bit depressed about the situation.
Jared reached for the knife in her hand and set it aside while Brock locked his arms around her. “Tell us what you’re thinking,” Jared said.
Avoiding their gazes—they were far too dangerous because one glance and she would fall even deeper—she shrugged.
“I’m still shocked this really happened,” she said.
They were silent a long minute. Brock ducked his head to catch her stare and hold it captive, just as her arms were right this minute. She was pinned between the sexiest, sweetest, most loving men alive.
Not that she wanted to move a muscle—that was the problem.
He let out a sigh. “You think this is the end. That the sun will come up and we’ll act like this never happened.”
How did they read her so easily? She went still, just enjoying the feel of their muscled bodies pressing against her.
Dipping her head, she stared at Brock’s chest and the chef’s whites she’d made him put on, though the garment was far too tight for him and she was certain he’d popped a few seams.
Slowly, she raised a hand and pressed it against his chest. Beneath her fingers, his heart thumped.
“Is it the end?” she asked hoarsely.
Feeling two sets of eyes drilling into her, she chanced a look up. Sure enough, they were glaring like they couldn’t believe she’d think so badly of them.
“Don’t look at me that way. You’re Boot Knockers. You sleep with people—it’s your job.”
“This,” Jared waved between the three of them, “isn’t a job. What Brock and I share isn’t a job. And now you’re part of that.”
Her heart tripped and took off in a faster beat. But she had to give them an out. The last thing she wanted was to lock them in to committing to a relationship, even only a sexual one.
She waved a hand. “I’m good with whatever happens. Okay, back to work, guys.”
* * * * *
Good with whatever happens?
Dammit, Jared couldn’t believe she was trying to play the nonchalant card with them. It was clear she was struggling with emotions and he wasn’t letting her off the hook that easily.
