by Lynn Stark
relaxing enough to allow her to seat herself upon him fully. “That’s it. Have you ever been so full of cock?”
Moaning, Peaches shook her head, a saucy grin on her lips. Her hands slid up along his hard abs to his muscled chest as she leaned forward to kiss him. Then she was lifting up, turning her head to take Ryan’s cock into her mouth as she began riding her cowboy, her body sizzling where it was joined with his. Powerful muscles flexed between her thighs as he began thrusting up into her. Cocks slid in and out of her. She sucked on the cock in her mouth, loving the taste, savoring the salty pre-cum she swiped off the spongy head with the tip of her tongue. Though she tried to focus at least half of her attention upon it, it was a nearly impossible task. Damien, obviously trying to torment her, was holding her hips firmly as he rose up, grinding himself deeper and deeper until she could do little more than moan around Ry-an’s turgid flesh.
“You’re a selfish bastard.” Ryan laughed, pulling away. “I guess I’ll just have to have a different kind of fun.”
Shifting on the bed, he lowered his head to her chest. He kissed his way down the slope of her breast until his mouth found the rigid pinkish-brown nipple. Taking it into his mouth, he sucked hard, swirling his tongue around it, before drawing as much of her breast as he could into the hot recesses of his torrid mouth. An arm around her waist kept her close as her body arched back, giving him even greater access to her lush flesh.
The moment he bit down on one nipple and twisted the other, Peaches found herself flung into a place where she could only feel the wondrous spiraling of pleasure. It wound itself around and through her body. It twisted tightly. Her toes curled. The juices flowed from her pussy as it began clenching hard around Damien’s cock. She was only faintly aware of his roar of pleasure or Ryan’s growl of satisfaction as he reached down to rub and tweak her rigid, throbbing clit. She screamed, her fingers curling against solid male flesh.
When she collapsed limply onto Damien’s wide chest, her flushed cheek pressed against his damp flesh. He smelled heavenly. She could stay there forever and never have a complaint.
She did complain, however, when strong hands dragged her from Damien. On her belly, her legs were pressed apart. Those hands raised her hips slightly to shove a pillow beneath.
Then long fingers were shoving into her creamy depths.
“My turn, baby,” Ryan growled, positioning himself against her ass. His cock traveled slowly down the crease of her ass to the slick, swollen folds of her throbbing sex. She trembled, her flesh jumping as if stung by electricity, as he probed for the opening of her body.
Then he was there and thrusting inside. A low, tortured groan escaped her lips as he began fucking her hard and fast. “I want you to come again, baby. I want to feel that beautiful pussy grabbing my cock.”
Peaches moaned, getting into the spirit of it, beginning to thrust back against him. Flesh slapped together. The scent of heated sex filled the air. “Fuck me harder!” she all but yelled, her fingers curling into the sheets as she pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. She ground herself against the powerful pelvis, impaling herself over and over again on his thick shaft. Her heart pounded in her chest. Her lungs burned as she dragged oxygen in and out of them. When a cock was presented to her parted lips, she forgot all about breathing. She took it into her mouth, sucking it down, moaning as strong fingers gripped her by the short hair 25
covering her head. They held her almost viciously as Damien began fucking her mouth until silky ropes of cum splashed against the back of her throat.
When they collapsed this time, it was side by side on their backs, to stare at the ceiling.
Panting, they dragged oxygen into their lungs, trying to revive lethargic limbs. Hands tangled together as they waited until their hearts resumed calmer rhythms and their bodies cooled.
Then they were laughing softly and looking at one another in dazed wonder.
“That was fucking fantastic!” Ryan exclaimed with his usual exuberance, propping himself up on an elbow so he could look down at her. His hand went to her stomach, stroking softly. The tips of his fingers touched the rather ugly scar to the left of her bellybutton. Its twin was on her right thigh.
Peaches smiled up at him, stroking his jaw. “I’m not going to be able to move for a week.
If this was a motor home, I wouldn’t have to.”
Damien propped himself up, a wicked gleam in his green eyes. “Ryan and I could take turns driving.”
“Yeah. We’d come back and make love to you for hours.” Wrapping a slender arm around each of their shoulders, she pulled them down for a kiss.
“That sounds nice.” She sighed, smiling. It slipped slightly as she thought of the man she would meet the next day. “Do you think your friend Logan is going to like me?” Peaches didn’t suffer from a lack of confidence. She did wonder, however, if she was up to the challenge of a “moody” friend.
Though she obviously hadn’t jumped in bed with every man she had ever met, she had now had sex with two men within hours of meeting them. While she didn’t think that made her a slut, it was still too early for it to be much more than mutual attraction and fantastic sex.
Still, she worried about this third man’s reaction to her. This Logan person meant a lot to these two men. How could they develop a relationship if he didn’t approve of her?
“Baby, he’s going to love you.”
“If you give him a chance,” Damien added, tempering Ryan’s declaration. “It won’t be easy.”
There wasn’t a chance in hell. Peaches and Logan MacMillan stared hard at one another, measuring each other like a pair of gunslingers in a hot, dusty street at noon. She doubted there would ever be anything but animosity between them while she was there hiding out. She had to admit to herself that he was a very fine-looking beast, and a damned big one, too.
Logan was probably three or four inches taller than Damien, and nearly half a foot taller than Ryan. Neither of those two men was small.
Nope, it wasn’t going to work. She knew why she was here, on their ranch. Getting to have sex with two of the gorgeous owners was a perk. So was keeping herself alive. Peaches doubted she would be here long. Once the other shooter was caught, she could go home with some fantastic memories. Until then she would stay as far as she could from Logan.
“Wow, that didn’t go well,” Ryan muttered as they headed into the house, leaving a scowling Logan behind with Damien. They could hear the anger in the men’s voices as they went, but not the words. Neither thought that was really necessary. Logan wasn’t happy she 26
was there, and Damien wasn’t happy Logan was being an unsociable asshole. “Don’t worry, it’ll get better.”
Peaches decided upon total honesty. As he showed her a room upstairs she could use, she put it all out there. “Ryan, I’m not worried about Logan. I’ll be here for a few days at most.
We’ll avoid each other. It’ll be fine.”
Dismay crossed Ryan’s open, handsome features. “A few days? Peaches, Damien and I want you here a lot longer than a few days. We think you’re special. We’ve already got feelings for you.”
“I think the two of you are pretty special, too. I’m not going to just run off, but I don’t really believe that what’s happening between us right now is enough to last very long. At least it won’t if Logan doesn’t come around. He’s sexy as hell, and I could tell he found me attract-ive. But I can’t see him budging on this. He doesn’t want me here. Three other women have come and gone. I’ll be the fourth, because you two can’t do anything to hurt him. What we feel for each other might burn out quickly. Lust usually does.”
“Lust! It feels like more than lust to me.” He put her suitcases on the bed. Then he was reaching for her, pulling her close to his hard, leanly muscular body. “Damien and I want you to think about staying here for a lot longer than a few days. Can you give it a try? Will you think about it? It doesn’t always have to be the two of us together. You call all the shots.
We’ll be the most willing sex slaves a woman has ever seen.” Peaches laughed as she stroked his chest. Both men were wonderful. She would have to think about it. If she didn’t, she would never forgive herself. She didn’t want to have any “what ifs.” Her brown eyes sparkled with laughter. “Sex slaves, huh? What about Mr. Grumpy? I don’t quite imagine him as the submissive type.”
Ryan grimaced. “Well, no. Mr. Grumpy doesn’t have a submissive bone in his body. He likes to top. If there’s a true Dom among us, it’s him.”
“Then he’s never going to like me,” Peaches said with a laugh, pushing him back toward the bed, ignoring the curious stab of disappointment she felt deep inside. “Only because there’s not a submissive bone in my body.” Within moments she had him stripped and wearing a condom. Then she was straddling his lean hips, her hand reaching between them to guide his thick cock to the eager opening of her body. She was so hot and wet that he slipped easily into her.
Ryan laughed up at her as he reached for her breasts. Cupping them in his rough palms, he stroked her nipples until she was moaning and writhing on him, burying his cock deeply inside her quivering channel. The texture of his callused hands on her sensitive skin drove her mad with desire.
“So I get to have alone time with you guys? Dinner? Dancing? Fucking?”
“Yes. Anything you want. But never forget that Damien and I do enjoy sharing, and often.”
Leaning over, Peaches kissed the tip of his nose, then his mouth. He tasted of the hard orange candies he liked to suck on. “Oh, I don’t think I could forget that. The two of you made quite an impression on me.”
They had also made an impression on Roger and Candy Ellis, their hosts two nights before. Once they had finished rocking the trailer, Roger had chanced interrupting them by pounding on the side of the trailer to ask if they wanted steaks or hamburgers for supper.
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It had been a great evening. The couple was lovely. In their middle thirties, they had been married for several years. They were comfortable as a couple, holding hands, kissing when they didn’t think anyone was looking. Roger had been competing in rodeos for a few years when Ryan and Damien got their start. He’d helped them along, offering advice, supporting them as a friend through both good and bad times. When he met Candy he decided the rodeo life didn’t suit him any longer. They had married after that season ended, and he claimed he never regretted his choice.
Peaches doubted he had. Not if the way he looked at his wife was anything to go by. That was the kind of marriage she wanted when the time came. Looking down at Ryan’s happy, grinning face, she wondered if he could be one part of her future happiness. Though she didn’t really believe she should be contemplating the pros and cons of any relationship with these men while she was impaled, very happily, on a beautiful cock, she did think about it.
When Ryan used his fantastic, rippling abs to jackknife into a sitting position, Peaches was suitably impressed. Moaning, enjoying the new position, she wound her slender arms around his neck. Strong arms held her tightly as they ground their bodies together as hard as they could. They both gasped as he reached new depths. She moaned as her oversensitized clit rubbed against the coarse hair covering his groin.
“Oh, yes,” she breathed, brushing over her mouth over his. Strong white teeth bit her lower lip. “Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!”
A scream of pleasure was torn from her as she climaxed without warning.
Chapter Four
“Keep those fucking cats in the house,” a deep voice growled as Peaches walked into the long white barn. It was one of many, part of the breeding and training complex they had built up. On their way to Montana, the men had given her a history of the place, before and after they had been brought in as partners by Logan.
She ignored Logan. Roxie and Juno were single-file behind her. They ignored him, too. It was weird, but they had always struck her as more dog-like in their behavior. “I thought Damien was out here. Guess I was wrong.”
As her eyes grew used to the dim interior of the barn, Peaches looked over the huge man and the huge horse he was grooming. It appeared to be a cross of some kind. From the looks of him, he was a mix of Clydesdale and something hot-blooded and lighter in frame. The heavy stallion stomped the ground as she stopped, and then tossed his head, snorting. The animal had not kept the good nature of the Clydesdale. He eyed her with a gleam she didn’t like much.
“He’s an interesting horse. Looks like a warhorse. Are you planning on jousting?” Logan stared at her for a moment, and then laughed without humor. “I was thinking about it.”
“Dangerous activity, jousting.”
“Yeah, but it’ll be a hellava lot of fun.” He looked at the pistol holstered on her thigh.
“You know how to use that?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Got a permit?”
“I can carry it in several states. Did Damien tell you why I’m here?”
“Oh, other than being a buckle bunny?” Logan asked snidely, the expression in his eyes telling her silently how unwelcome she was in his corner of the world.
Obviously they had not told him about the reason behind her visit to his ranch. The man was trying to insult her. Let him try. She wasn’t the overly sensitive type. Leaning against the front of a stall, she watched as he ran the brush over the stallion’s glossy coat. He had winter growth, but it was clean and bright. The animal was all power. He had power and attitude, like his master.
“Now that’s something I hadn’t thought of. Buckle bunny. It’s kinda cute, in a slutty kind of way. A couple more weeks with Ryan and Damien, I’m sure I’ll have lived up to the title.
You got anything out here I can ride?”
“Can you ride? What’s your skill level?”
“I could ride your pretty pony there, sweetheart. I’m asking if you have something I can ride. I didn’t ask you to evaluate my skill level.” Antagonizing the man probably wasn’t the best way to his heart, but Peaches found doing so was all but irresistible.
“I evaluate anyone wanting to ride one of my horses. And Demon here would crush you into the ground, if you got too close to him. So stay away. If you want to ride anything on this ranch, you’ll have to prove yourself.”
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exceptionally wide chest, where the sheepskin coat gapped open to display it beneath a cham-bray shirt. It was quite exhilarating, touching two potentially dangerous animals at once.
“Just how do you propose I prove myself?” she asked silkily, peering up at him through her thick lashes. “Do I ride you? Or do I ride one of your horses?” She was toe to toe with him, the tips of her winter boots touching his leather cowboy boots. If he hadn’t been so damned tall, she would have gone nose to nose to him as well. His golden eyes gleamed like a wolf’s. He was all cunning predator, all alpha male. He didn’t like that she was standing up to him, being more than a little insolent.
The laugh that erupted from him was unexpected. It didn’t hold a lick of humor. “Honey, I know you couldn’t handle me.”
“Probably not at this moment,” she conceded. “I don’t have much experience with men.
But like I said, with a little more practice, I should get better at it.” Laughing again, Peaches stepped away from him, her expression telling him she had lost interest in the battle of wits. Well, she hadn’t, but she didn’t want him knowing that. Teasing and taunting him had made her hot right down to her toes. Let him think she wasn’t interested in him.
“You smell like sex,” he told her as she walked away, past the stallion and down the long aisle. “Shower afterward.”
“No. I like the smell of my men on me.”
There was a curse behind her and a smile on her lips Logan couldn’t possibly see. When s
he was halfway down the aisle her men joined her, telling her about each horse as they walked along together, the breeding behind them, the training and any accomplishments they could boast. Logan was responsible for most of their training, she learned. He was fully invested in seeing their horse breeding and training programs succeeding. They were already gaining respect in the horse world. Their last sale had been very successful, and they were hoping for greater success the following year.
“So, this is what you’ll be doing when you retire from riding those crazy bulls?”
“Yep.” Damien leaned back against the stall of a big chestnut quarter horse. The animal poked him with his muzzle and then rested his chin on a broad shoulder. Damien stroked the gelding affectionately, tugging playfully on the coarse hairs growing there “It won’t be long now. I feel my age more and more every year. Ryan here still has a few years left, but I’ll probably call it quits within the next two years. I’ll be able to help Logan more.” Ryan pressed close to her so she was forced against Damien. Peaches didn’t mind in the least. Lowering her head, she rested it against his chest. She could feel and hear his heart beating. It was strong, solid, giving her a sense of security. Closing her eyes, she listened. Ryan kissed the back of her head while Damien’s lips brushed her forehead.
“You guys are wonderful,” she whispered. “How did you ever become friends with fathead?”
Damien laughed. “Logan?” She nodded. “Hell, I don’t know. We’re as different as night and day. And I act like the buffer between him and numbnuts here. If anyone can irritate Logan, it’s Ryan.”
“I try,” Ryan stated smugly, nuzzling her neck. She almost purred under the sweet caress.
“He’s always so serious. I have to do something to get him to show some life.”
“Are you going to give him a chance, baby?”
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