Carla beamed and jumped down from the cab, eagerly following Matt across to the stables.
Dyson smiled as he made his way inside and grabbed some food for their trip. He really liked having Carla around—she was so enthusiastic about everything and he felt bad for doubting her earlier.
When he caught up with them again they had already saddled up the horses and were walking them across the yard. He was pleased to see that they were laughing, and was relieved that Matt had obviously managed to lighten the mood even more. Judging by the salacious expression on Matt’s face their joke wasn’t all that innocent, either.
“Your brother’s outrageous!” Carla giggled as soon as she saw him strolling toward them.
Dyson rolled his eyes playfully. “Tell me about it.”
“You’ve got Bronco,” Matt told him, handing him the reins of one of the horses.
“Gee, thanks for that, bro.”
“Is he all right?” Carla looked slightly anxious.
“Don’t worry, darlin’. He’s only called that ’cause he’s the laziest one of the bunch. It’s the sort of irony our momma used to love.” Matt grinned.
Dyson hoisted himself onto the beast, having secured the food in the saddle bags. “Gee, thanks, bro. I was hoping to make at least a little impression on the girl!”
“Too late for that, bud.” Matt chortled as he threw himself easily into the saddle of Star, the largest of the three quarter-horses.
Dyson was pleased to see how gracefully Carla had climbed onto her steed, Comet, whose rich mane was almost the same color as her own hair.
They rode off the spread and took the track which led up into the mountains while the late morning sun beamed down on them.
It was a gentle ride up the track and Dyson watched Carla admiring the beautiful scenery.
“It’s so luscious and green up here,” she remarked, looking around.
“Must be all the rain we get,” Matt moaned playfully.
She giggled, shaking her head, causing her loose curls to tumble carelessly around her shoulders. She wore a pretty white lacy top today with those jeans which accentuated her curvaceous legs. Her boots had seen better days and Dyson couldn’t help wondering how many miles she had walked in them—and why. Her tan skin was a sure indication that this girl was used to being outdoors and she looked quite at home up there in the saddle. He smiled. She sure was beautiful.
Partway up the mountain was a gurgling stream that meandered through the rockier stretch of the trail. They stopped for the horses to take a drink, and Dyson took some bottles of water from one of the bags.
“Here.” He slid off his horse and offered the drinks around. Carla beamed back at him before climbing elegantly down, taking his hand as she did so.
Dyson felt his stomach burn at her soft touch. The girl was all woman and he couldn’t resist throwing an arm around her as Matt joined them.
“This is so beautiful.” Carla smiled as they sat lazily on the grass enjoying a break. “I could stay up here forever.”
Dyson felt a jolt in his stomach and a whisper of hope in his heart. Trevor Melrose seemed to think she was only staying a few nights—could it be that she had already changed her mind?
Chapter Nine
Carla closed her eyes as she lay back in the long grass, wallowing in the warmth that permeated from the bright sun overhead. Birds were singing and the water was lapping gently in the nearby stream. The perfume of wild flowers surrounded her and she could almost smell the greenness of the fresh grass. She couldn’t help but smile—this was perfect!
“Think she’s asleep?” Matt whispered from somewhere very close by, and she giggled.
“I think you’ve got your answer right there, bro.” Dyson wasn’t far away either.
Carla loved feeling them both so close to her and breathed in the scents of their aftershaves as they both moved a little nearer.
Something tickled her cheek and she flinched with another giggle. Blinking, she stared straight up into the bright emerald eyes of Matt, who was teasing her gently with a blade of grass.
“You’re so mean,” she moaned playfully.
“Oh yeah. Let me show you just how mean I can be, darlin’.” Matt leaned over and tickled her side with his big, warm hand.
Carla let out a shriek. She had always been horrendously ticklish and Matt had just found her weakest spot. Squirming, she put her hands up to stop him but his muscles were far too much for her to fight. Between laughter she tried to shout at him, but he was clearly having way too much fun. He caressed and teased her writhing body as she wriggled, giggling uncontrollably. She finally managed to grab his flexed biceps and pull herself up to a sitting position where she tried to tickle him back.
“Oh no you don’t.” He was way too quick for her and grabbed her arms, pulling her close to him with a smile that could light up the sky on a foggy winter’s night.
His spicy scent surrounded her as his mouth came down to meet hers and he took her lips in a long, lingering kiss. Carla felt her insides turn to mush and she reached up and ran her fingers through his dark, wavy hair as he loosened his grip on her arms. He took her in his embrace and she moaned into his mouth as the kiss seemed to last forever.
She gradually became aware of Dyson snuggling in behind her and she gasped.
“Shh,” Dyson whispered in her ear and she felt a clench in her pussy.
Feeling both guys’ arms around her, Matt kissing her mouth while Dyson nuzzled her neck, was like heaven on earth. Relaxing slightly, she reached back with one hand, eager to touch both of them at the same time.
Dyson chuckled, his voice reverberating through his chest and tickling her back, as his hand took hers, placing her trembling fingers against his hot face.
Carla felt a burn in her stomach as she tipped her head back, relishing the tenderness of the two guys, who continued to caress and stroke her fevered body.
Eventually she opened her eyes to see Matt smiling back at her with a glazed expression. Dyson moved into her line of sight, also smiling, a languid look on his face, which reassured her that everything was all right. Their arms were still draped around her, surrounding her in their warmth.
She stared from one handsome face to the other, as myriad questions flooded her addled brain.
“You ever had two guys before, baby?” Dyson’s question somehow seemed to answer all of hers and she shook her head slowly.
“You don’t know what you’ve been missing,” Matt growled salaciously.
She felt her pussy clench and gawped up at him.
“We like to share,” Dyson explained. If that was an explanation! It was actually a statement which threw up a whole host of new questions in her mind and she gulped as she tried to take it all in.
Their calm smiles told her they could read her mind, and, though she didn’t quite know why, she found that a comfort.
The guys shifted positions slightly and Dyson slowly moved forward, taking her mouth in a sensual kiss which felt like it could last all day. His soft tongue tangled with hers and she gently probed his cool mouth. Dyson’s calm serenity surrounded her, reassuring and relaxing her, while he covered her in tender kisses and gentle caresses.
She could feel Matt behind her this time, his stubble deliciously tickling the back of her neck as he nibbled his way down to her shoulders. He carefully pulled back the elasticized neckline of her gypsy top and she gasped as she felt his hot mouth explore her upper back.
She closed her eyes and relaxed into the confident ministrations of the two gorgeous hunks, losing herself in the feeling of sensuality and tenderness.
Matt’s long fingers found their way around to her stomach and she gasped as he ran his hands up and down her torso, not quite reaching her breasts then almost—but not exactly—probing her waistband. She balked as anticipation mounted within her, and felt her
breathing become heavier as she let the feelings wash over her.
“Shh,” Matt soothed in her ear and she gulped, realizing how much he could sense her excitement.
She leaned back into his heaving chest and noticed that she wasn’t the only one who was becoming affected. Dyson licked and teased his way down her neck and throat as she gasped for air, and she felt the smoothness of his face as his kisses gradually sank lower down her body. The elastic of her top was being stretched as Dyson’s mouth sought its way south, and she suddenly felt abandoned and wanton. She willed him to pull her left breast from the confines of its cup as he nibbled and nipped his way down with his hot lips. His deep chuckle told her that he had once again read her mind, but he didn’t act on her wishes.
“Wanna get more comfy?” Dyson whispered, lifting his face momentarily and leaving her feeling bereft.
Her eyes sprang open and she gasped as she took in his dazed, dark green eyes.
She nodded. It was all that was needed. Matt quickly whipped his T-shirt over his head before his sure fingers took hold of the bottom of her gypsy top. She stared at the rippling muscles of his torso, trying to remind herself to breathe.
“Sure?” he checked before going any further.
Carla nodded. She couldn’t remember a time when she had been surer of anything in her life.
He carefully pulled the cotton up over her head, and she sighed as the warm air surrounded her trembling flesh.
“Beautiful,” Matt gazed admiringly at her body, sending a gush of pride through her.
Dyson had already removed his shirt, too, and she noticed his body was every bit as enticing as his brother’s. She gasped as she took them both in.
Matt’s lips covered hers once more and she moaned as his slightly hairy chest tickled her skin. She loved the feel of his flesh against hers and felt herself sink into his embrace as his strong arms embraced her once again. His spicy scent was even more noticeable now, and she breathed him in like he was her lifeline. Still kissing her, he gently laid her back on the soft grass and she relished its coolness against her overheated skin.
She could feel his rock-hard erection dig into her leg as he lay beside her and she gasped at its monstrous size. She panted as the excitement welled within her, and was even more ecstatic when she felt Dyson sliding next to her on her other side. Her pussy gushed with mounting anticipation and she was acutely aware of his thick, hard member jabbing into her other thigh.
Tugging at Matt’s dark waves, she pulled him even closer to her as her tongue frantically invaded his hot mouth. His hands were roaming up and down her body, as were Dyson’s, and she was finding it hard to distinguish who was touching her where. She flinched and squirmed as their fingers teased and caressed her quivering flesh, and she felt a mixture of relief and nervousness when the zipper was finally released on her fly.
Someone shushed in her ear—she guessed Matt—and she took a deep breath to quell her anxiety.
Then Matt nibbled his way down to her right breast and this time she felt the lace being gently slid down her flesh as the fresh air wafted deliciously over her hardened nipple. Matt took the over-sensitized nub with his wet lips and he sucked it hard between his tongue and the roof of his mouth.
Carla yelped at the new sensation and felt a soothing hand stroke her cheek. Matt continued to tease her tight areola, nipping and sucking as tingles ran through her body.
A hand was circling her stomach, gently teasing the waistband of her pink, lacy panties. She balked, sure that he—she guessed Dyson—could tell how wet she was becoming. She tried to clench her thighs together as another gush escaped her, and heard a low chuckle—definitely Dyson! He leaned closer and his poker-stiff erection brushed against the side of her pussy, reassuring her that she wasn’t alone in her fervor.
“You are so gorgeous,” Dyson assured her.
Matt’s hand had found her left breast, and he squeezed her nipple between his finger and thumb, mimicking the actions of his mouth on her right.
It was all becoming too much and she felt her whole body buck under their ministrations.
The guys could obviously read her like a book. She felt Dyson shift again beside her. “Ready, baby?”
She nodded, not really sure what she was ready for, but whatever it was they had in mind she was certainly more than ready!
Dyson quickly removed her boots before tugging her tight jeans down her legs. She felt relieved as the air surrounded her hot flesh, and yet somehow exposed and vulnerable at the same time.
“You’ve got such a lovely body, baby.” Dyson’s appreciative murmur was a great comfort and she flushed under his compliment.
Matt suddenly released her ample breasts from the confines of her pink lacy bra and she sighed as they flopped free.
“Beautiful!” he breathed as he gazed admiringly at her, and she felt her face glow hot.
She had always thought herself too big to be attractive, and her large boobs far too out-of-control to be desirable, but these guys obviously thought otherwise!
“We want you, baby.” Dyson’s voice wasn’t much above a whisper, but the sound filled her senses as well as her heart.
She looked over at him, noticing his eyes were more black than green now, as he gazed lustily at her body. Her pussy clenched. Was this for real?
“He’s right,” Matt assured her, his hoarse whisper echoing his brother’s. “We both want you, darlin’. Is this what you want?” His finger trailed down her left breast and over her hard nipple which immediately tensed under his touch. Although her body had clearly answered his question, he watched her face for her affirmation.
“Yes.” She could hardly breathe for excitement.
Matt winked at her. “Right answer.” He nodded before taking her mouth in another searing kiss.
Dyson tickled her bikini line before his long fingers delved under the lace of her sodden panties.
Her initial embarrassment soon dissipated as Matt’s thick tongue danced with her own, and Dyson easily found his way into the folds of her aching pussy.
Carla spread her legs wider as she panted hard into Matt’s relentless mouth.
“That’s it, darlin’,” he whispered to her, freeing her lips just long enough for her to gasp a much-needed breath of air.
His words caused the burn inside her to glow even hotter—she had never had a guy speak to her during sex before.
“You’re so gorgeous, so wet.” Dyson was another talker, and she welcomed it.
She felt Dyson’s large hand cover her whole mound as his fingers probed deeper into her weeping hole and she gasped. His thumb circled her clit and she had to hold on tight to Matt’s shoulders to try to stop herself thrashing about as the sensation mounted to a fever pitch inside her.
Matt’s tongue was now jabbing in and out of her mouth, deliciously mimicking his brother’s fingers in her pussy, and she squeezed her eyes tightly shut as she savored every new feeling which flooded her body.
Suddenly she felt Dyson swipe his finger directly over the hard nub of her clit and she screamed into Matt’s mouth. Her eyes sprang open and she gazed into Matt’s almost-black eyes, which were somehow spurring her on.
“That’s it, baby. Come for us!” Dyson’s voice permeated her brain and she felt a second gush escape her as another orgasm ripped through her, dripping down his fingers.
“Beautiful, baby!” Dyson gasped before quickly whipping the sodden material from her body and replacing it with his hot mouth. He lapped up her juices and sucked hard at her over-sensitized flesh.
Carla bucked her hips toward him and relished his groan as she pushed her pussy against his welcoming mouth. Dyson was between her legs, holding her waist as her whole body was wracked with uncontrollable spasms. Her head was a delicious mush and she wailed and gasped into Matt’s mouth, while his kisses gradually became less fervent and more
tender as they all calmed down a little.
She closed her eyes, letting the sensations wash over her as she slowly drifted back to earth. When she opened her eyes again Matt was looking down at her with big, lustful eyes.
“Beautiful,” he breathed.
Carla swallowed hard, trying to compute what had just happened. She hardly had time to make sense of any of it before Dyson leaned toward her, his gorgeous face smiling over his brother’s shoulder.
“I wanna make love to you, baby.” Dyson’s voice was a low growl and hope shone from his loving eyes.
Carla felt a burn inside her and knew this was what she wanted, too.
“Yes.” She didn’t need to think about it.
Dyson grinned, before quickly getting into position, his fingers trailing back through her still-dripping pussy, while he tore a foil packet with his teeth.
“I want you, too.” She stared up into Matt’s dark-emerald eyes.
“Sure, darlin’?”
She nodded.
Matt didn’t need telling twice. He swung a leg over her body so he was sitting astride her torso, and pulled open his jeans.
His long, thick cock took her breath away. It sprang from its confines, presenting itself to attention in front of her waiting mouth.
“It’s all right, darlin’. You can take it,” he assured her gently.
She poked out her tongue and licked tentatively at the drop of salty liquid that oozed from its eye. He tasted delicious. She swirled her tongue lovingly around the velvet tip and down the massive shaft. Encompassing it with her lips, she then welcomed it into her mouth while Matt slowly fed it into her heat and down her relaxed throat. Easing it slowly in and out of her, Matt soon found a comfortable rhythm as she licked and lapped at his enormous manhood.
Carla was spurred on by Dyson’s tender ministrations in her pussy. His fingers stroked her folds while his thumb continued to torment her aching clit.
Her breath was rampant when she finally felt Dyson shift slightly and she squealed with delight when she felt his sheathed helmet probe the mouth of her waiting pussy.
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