RodeHard

by Lauren Fraser

  “I can’t hold out much longer,” Justin growled behind her.

  “Thank fuck,” Kasey groaned.

  Kat threw her head back and let the orgasm take her over. She screamed out her release. She dimly felt the men finish but honestly at this moment she couldn’t have cared less if they did. The freakin’ Fourth of July fireworks display was tearing through her body at lightning speed. Her arms gave out and she collapsed against Kasey’s chest. His muffled “oof” faintly registered in her orgasm-addled brain but there was no way she was moving.

  Justin pulled out. Her body was still floating on a euphoric high so it didn’t even hurt. He placed a kiss at the small of her back.

  Kasey ran his hands up and down her spine. “You okay?” he asked.

  When she didn’t answer he pushed the hair off her forehead and tried to peer at her face. “Kat?”

  Before she could reply she heard Justin’s chuckle. “Did we kill you?” he asked with a laugh.

  “Almost,” she mumbled.

  She felt herself being carefully pulled out of Kasey’s arms then she was engulfed by Justin. She’d know those arms and that scent anywhere. He kissed her temple. “Rode you a little too hard, did we?”

  “Christ,” she muttered.

  She could feel his body shake with laughter beneath her. “It’s not funny,” she grumbled.

  “Sure it is.”

  Kat tried to swat him but she didn’t have the strength in her limbs to make them do anything.

  Justin kissed her head again. “Get some sleep,” he told her.

  Sleep. Yeah, that sounded good.

  Chapter Eleven

  The following morning, Kat’s head rested on Justin’s shoulder. He knew the moment she woke up, her breathing changed and he could practically hear the gears in her brain kick in. She pushed up on his chest and looked at him then at the other two men who lay naked on the floor beside her. She chewed her lower lip nervously as if she were unsure of what to do now that things were open in the light of day.

  Justin cupped the back of her head and pulled her toward him. He kissed her, pressing his tongue into her mouth. He didn’t let up until she melted against him, a loud moan rumbling out of her chest. That’s what he wanted. Complete, mindless surrender. He didn’t want her thinking about anything but the way her body felt.

  “Mmm, now that’s worth getting up for,” Kasey murmured beside them. Kat broke the kiss and looked at Kasey. Justin rolled her onto her back. He positioned himself on her right side with Kasey on her left. Propping himself up on his arm, he looked down at her. Kasey lazily ran his tongue around her left nipple. Justin glanced up as Duncan moved toward Kat’s legs. Justin placed his hand on her thigh and spread her legs open to give Duncan access. Dunc enjoyed eating a woman’s pussy almost as much as he did.

  At the first swirl of Duncan’s tongue on her inner thigh, Kat’s breath hitched. She threaded her hand into Justin’s hair and pulled him down toward her. When their lips met, Kat’s tongue darted out and pressed into his mouth. Their tongues tangled. She made a soft mewing sound and he broke their kiss to see what his friends were doing that she liked so much. He loved seeing her like this—wild, passionate, her eyes glazed over with arousal. She grabbed his head with her hand and pulled his lips back to hers.

  Kat’s breathing changed, her short little groans and gasps for breath let him know how close she was. He wanted to drive her over the edge. Licking his way down her neck, he swirled her nipple with his tongue then sucked it firmly inside and her back arched off the bed. “Yes,” she hissed.

  The distinctive ringing of his phone broke through the panting in the room. Ignoring it, Justin continued to swirl his tongue around Kat’s nipple. The ringing stopped then a moment later it started up again.

  Duncan stood from between Kat’s legs. A slight twinge of something shifted in Justin’s gut as he watched his best friend sheath himself in a condom so he could fuck Kat.

  The phone rang again. Needing to get a handle on his emotions, he stood, grabbed his jeans from the floor and pulled the phone from his pants pocket. “Hello.”

  “Justin, this is total crap. You can’t just make decisions that concern the whole ranch without me,” his sister’s voice shrilled through the phone line. He glanced over at the trio on the bed.

  “Now’s not a good time,” he growled.

  “Make time,” Denise snarled back.

  He heard a loud rattling and what sounded like the old truck shifting gears. “Are you driving?” he asked.

  “Yes, you’ve been ignoring my calls.”

  Justin groaned. Jesus, that was just what he needed Denise showing up here and finding them all like this. Fuck, that couldn’t happen. “I’ll call you right back,” he barked.

  “You’d better,” she ordered.

  Perfect. Just what he wanted to deal with, his pissed-off sister.

  He grabbed his jeans from the floor and stepped into them, not even bothering to do up the fly.

  “Justin,” Kat groaned. “What’s wrong? Where are you going?”

  “Nothing, just ranch crap. You guys continue what you’re doing and I’ll join in when I wrap up this call.”

  “You sure?” Kat asked.

  Sheathed in a condom, Duncan stood poised at the entrance to Kat’s pussy. Lines strained Dunc’s face as he waited for Justin to give the okay. All three of them looked expectantly at him, should they stop and wait or continue?

  His gut clenched at the idea of leaving Kat alone with his friends.

  “Yeah, of course,” he muttered. His sister had impeccable timing as always. Knowing this conversation was potentially going to get ugly, Justin stepped outside onto the deck.

  He dialed Denise back. “So what’s the problem?” he demanded the second his sister answered the phone.

  “You changed my order at the feed store. Who the hell do you think you are? We are equals in this ranch, Justin. You might be older but that doesn’t give you any right to run roughshod over me.”

  As his sister raged his attention drifted toward the cabin, the rough grunts and moans coming through the walls. He wanted to get back in there. Needing to placate his sister, he tried, “Sorry.”

  “Sorry? Sorry? You think that you can just say sorry and all is forgiven? No, not this time. You need to start treating me with respect…” she continued to ramble on.

  Finally after what seemed like a lifetime she finally stopped her tirade enough to let him speak. “Look, Denise. I get it, I shouldn’t just take over. I won’t do it again. All right?”

  “You better not,” she grumbled.

  “I’ll try. So we good?” He glanced longingly at the door. Please say yes.

  “Fine, for now. So when are you guys coming back?”

  “Not sure, we’ll have to see how things go.”

  “How’s Kat doing? She’s not pulling her hair and screaming, being trapped with you three?”

  He grinned as he heard Kat moaning in the background. “She doesn’t seem to be complaining.”

  “Well, you make sure you keep her happy, this article means a lot for business, so don’t mess it up.”

  He pictured Kat with her legs spread and his face buried as he feasted on her pussy. “I’m definitely keeping her happy, don’t worry.”

  “Eww, you’re so gross. I’m hanging up.”

  Justin chuckled at his sister’s disgusted tone. He pocketed his phone. Time to get back to the party inside. He pushed open the door and stopped dead in his tracks.

  Kat was spread out on the bed with Kasey fucking her. Duncan’s hands gripped Kasey’s hips as he plowed into him from behind. The movement of Dunc’s body forced Kasey forward so Duncan was effectively fucking them both.

  Jealousy gripped his gut like a fist. He wanted to rip each of the men off his woman and beat the shit out of both of them. It wasn’t just Kasey fucking Kat but Duncan was too.

  Kat looked over at him, her eyes glazed with arousal, and somehow she still managed
to have her brow wrinkled in confusion. Probably wondering why he was halfway across the room still but Justin couldn’t seem to move. His feet were glued to the floor. She held out her hand, beckoning him forward.

  “Justin, I want you,” she pleaded and wiggled her hand to encourage him forward.

  Adrenaline surged through him. Jealous rage mixed with the need to mark his territory as his own. He stalked over to her and pushed his jeans down around his ankles. Kat smiled as he shoved his erection in her face. She licked her lips slowly then ran her tongue along the head of his cock, tasting the bead of pre-cum that rested on the tip.

  He didn’t want her to tease him. He wanted to fuck her mouth. Claim every part of her so she wasn’t thinking about anyone but him.

  He glanced over at his friends, both watching Kat as she slowly slid her mouth down his shaft. Kat opened her mouth and sucked his cock all the way to the back of her throat. Burying his hand in her hair, he thrust his hips toward her face, fucking her mouth. Kat’s eyes widened then warmed as she lightly raked her teeth along the underside of his shaft. Justin hissed.

  Damn she felt good. Her hot, wet mouth held him tightly as she flicked her tongue against his cock. He glanced over at Kasey and Duncan. Kasey’s head was thrown back, resting on Duncan’s shoulder, as they both plowed into Kat. Duncan bit Kasey’s shoulder and Kase grunted, his hips bucked then his whole body shuddered as his orgasm tore through him. Duncan thrust once more then he too groaned out his release. With the other two men finished Kat slid her mouth off Justin’s cock. “You happy here or you want to take their place?”

  With a growl, Justin glared at his friends to move. The men smiled then moved away from Kat, leaving the space for him.

  He grabbed a condom and quickly shucked it on. Placing the head of his cock at her entrance, he easily slid inside. Her body was hot and wet. The moment he pressed inside fully, Kat moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist. She grabbed his face and pulled him down for a kiss. Their tongues tangled as he thrust, matching the rhythm of his hips with his mouth. He wanted there to be no doubt about who she was fucking. She was his.

  Reaching between them, he rubbed his thumb against her clit and Kat’s breathing hitched as she broke the kiss. “Oh god, Jus, that feels good.”

  “It’s going to feel a whole lot better in a minute.” He ran his tongue along her neck and bit the soft spot at the top of her shoulder that always made her squirm. Her back arched, her pussy spasmed against him. He could feel how close she was. He swirled his finger around the tight bud then pressed it as he thrust deep and Kat screamed. Her orgasm forced her back off the bed as she arched, her legs clamped around his waist like a vise as she rode out what felt like an incredible orgasm. He continued to thrust into her, the muscles of her pussy clenching and releasing against him, pulling his orgasm from his dick. His balls pulled up tight and with one final thrust she dragged him over the edge. He groaned out his own release then collapsed against her.

  Kat lay limply beneath him on the bed. Finally she murmured, “I think you guys killed me.”

  “Yeah, but what a way to go,” Duncan’s husky voice spoke from his reclined position on the bed beside them.

  Justin tensed. He shifted and looked over at his friends. Everything in him wanted to pound the satiated look off their faces. What was the matter with him?

  He pushed himself off the bed and shoved his jeans on.

  “You okay?” Kat asked him. She raised herself up on her elbow. Concern knit her brow as she studied him.

  “I need to go. Denise needs me back at the house.”

  “Everything okay?” Kasey asked.

  “Yeah, it’s fine, just some paperwork and stuff,” he mumbled. The lie slid easily off his tongue.

  Kasey and Duncan exchanged a look then Dunc said, “If you don’t need us then we’re going to hang out, do some more fishing, so we’ll see you back at the house later.”

  Kat scooted off the bed. “Just let me throw my clothes on,” she told him.

  “You don’t have to come with me,” he muttered.

  “Don’t be an idiot, of course I’m coming with you,” she scoffed.

  Justin felt the slight shift of tension in his gut that she’d chosen to come with him rather than stay. As she stood naked in front of him he couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Even as angry as he was he wanted her again. Hell, maybe he wanted her because he was angry. Either way it pissed him off. “Fine, hurry up,” he growled.

  Kat paused from buttoning up her jeans and looked at him. “You sure everything is all right?”

  “Yeah.” He grabbed his bag off the floor and slung it over his shoulder. “Later,” he called and walked out the door.

  Outside Kat caught up with him as he saddled up the horses. She grabbed his arm and pulled him so he looked at her. Worry lined her face. “What’s wrong? Talk to me,” she pleaded.

  How do you tell a woman whom you are supposed to keep things casual with that you’re a jealous prick? This wasn’t who he was. Being emotional pissed him off. Being jealous pissed him off even more. He just needed some time to get his head on straight and figure things out. “Nothing, I’ve just got a lot on my mind,” he grumbled.

  That excuse allowed them to ride back to the house in silence. As uncomfortable as that was it was so much better than talking. He could feel her watching him, studying him as she tried to figure him out, but she remained silent. Thank god because he had no idea what he’d say.

  Back at the barn they dismounted. He grabbed the bucket of brushes and looped Scout’s reins over the post. Kat grabbed his arm. “Justin.”

  He looked over at her. Damn it, he wanted to fuck her, stake his claim on her.

  “Let me take care of Scout,” she told him.

  “Why?”

  “You’ve got stuff to do. It’s obviously weighing on you. Let me take Scout so you can focus on what you need to.”

  Looking into her eyes, he saw the blue and gray stormed with emotion, confusion, concern and something else lurked beneath the surface. He should reassure her, let her know everything was all right, but he honestly didn’t know if it was.

  God, he was a coward. Yeah he had things on his mind. Her. Them. What a mess. He knew he needed to talk to her but what the hell was he supposed to say? So instead he grumbled, “Thanks.” And walked away.

  * * * * *

  After spending the night alone in her bed then finding Justin had already headed out to work when she made it to breakfast, Kat was done. Spotting him near the barn, she stormed outside. She’d had enough of this crap.

  “What the fuck is your problem?” Kat placed her hands on her hips and stared at Justin. Ever since he’d walked in on her and his friends all fucking he’d been a complete douche. The only reason she’d agreed to the fantasy was because he’d guaranteed her that things wouldn’t get messy.

  “Nothing,” he growled back. “What’s yours?”

  She rolled her eyes. “Are you seriously going to pretend that nothing is wrong?”

  He wouldn’t meet her eyes as he looked down at his boots. “Everything’s fine.”

  “Yeah right,” she scoffed. “You won’t even look at me.”

  He ran his hands through his hair. “Fine, you want to do this here?” he asked, looking around the paddock. A few hundred feet away several cowboys hoisted bales onto the back of the flatbed.

  “Here’s as good as anyplace.” She wasn’t from New York for nothing. She’d be damned if she’d back down just because someone might overhear.

  “Fine.” He adjusted his hat and pulled the brim down, still not meeting her eyes. “You were right. The whole group thing was a bad idea.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?”

  “No.”

  She snorted. “Unbelievable. So it turns out that activity is better with a buckle bunny after all?”

  “No, it just turns out you’re more of a buckle bunny than I’d thought.”

  Ouch. “Fuck you,” she gritted o
ut between clenched teeth. Turning on her heel, she stormed away from him.

  Pain lanced through her chest and she forced herself to keep moving. There was no way she was going to break down in front of all these cowboys.

  In hindsight, having the discussion in the open was a bad idea. Jesus, who was she kidding? The conversation would have hurt no matter where they had it. She pushed open the door to the house and raced up the stairs. Slamming her bedroom door, she slumped onto the floor and let the tears fall.

  How could she have been such an idiot? She’d honestly believed him when he’d said it wouldn’t change things. Fuck, how stupid could she be? Of course he saw her as a slut. She’d spent the night fucking three men at the same time. She’d known it was a bad idea even when he’d made the offer, but somehow she’d thought the connection between them was strong enough to withstand any uncomfortable morning-after stuff.

  Hell, he’d shared women before with those guys. He should have known what that made him think of the women who did that. She wiped a tear from her cheek and laughed mirthlessly. He did know what he thought of those women, he just now thought she was like that too.

  She wrapped her arms around her legs and dropped her head onto her knees and let the tears fall. God, how stupid could she be? How many times had she been hit on by professional athletes? She knew what they were like. Knew they weren’t worth fucking up her job for but she’d been sucked in by that goddamn cowboy charm. She’d thought Justin was different. Hell, she’d fallen for the loser. Even been spinning around the possibility of seeing if they couldn’t possibly continue long distance. That’s why she’d tossed out the idea of him coming to New York. What an idiot.

  How the hell was she supposed to spend the next three weeks here? When everything reminded her of him, of them? Not only had she lost him but because of her choices she might have ruined her career as well. Would he even be willing to continue on with the interview? What if he sent her packing?