by Lynn Stark
A moment later Ryan was roaring his own pleasure, thrusting powerfully into the tight ass gripping his cock. He collapsed over her, kissing her back tenderly, his hands stroking her with equal tenderness.
“Sweet baby, you are one delicious treat,” he murmured against her sweat-glistened skin.
Damien laughed, agreeing. “Peaches and cream.”
Ryan left the bed to go into the bathroom. He returned a couple of minutes later with two wet cloths. He tossed one to him, and then took the other to wipe down the sated Peaches.
They laughed at the languid heaviness of her limbs as she attempted to move on her own. Together they got her up onto the pillows, where she reclined like a much-loved queen.
She was their queen. They were her loyal subjects, eager and willing to do her bidding.
Once refreshed, they pulled the blankets up around their cooling bodies and turned out the lights. It was only as they snuggled close that they heard the strengthening wind buffeting the house.
“It’s getting crappy out there.”
“Yeah, I’ll get up in a while.” Ryan pulled her close, and then rested his head on her breast, his hand stroking her stomach beneath the blankets. “Right now, I just want to spend some time with our lady.”
Peaches wrapped her arm around Ryan’s broad shoulders, and then reached for Damien.
Laughing softly, he found the pillow of her other breast. “You guys are wonderful,” she whispered. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to leave you.” Damien heard Ryan’s sharp intake of breath. He held his own. “We don’t want you to, baby. You’re ours. We love you.”
“Yes. We love you.”
There was a pause. They waited tensely in the darkness. Then her voice came as the merest whisper. “I love you, too.”
When the pounding wind rattled the windows, Ryan woke with a start. Relaxing after a moment, he realized there was some movement from the other two people in the bed. Reaching out, he realized Peaches was facing him. He moved closer. Her hand reached out to touch his arm, sliding up over his shoulder, until she was cupping the back of his head, drawing his mouth to hers.
Moving closer still, he pressed against the front of her. His heart pounded in his chest as she raised a leg to rest it over his thigh. His hand went to her hip, his fingers sliding over the curve of her round ass cheek.
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Damien was there, pressed against her back. Their hands shifted, avoiding meeting at the same place on her body. With his cock demanding a hot cunt wrapped around it, he was about to put it there when he realized Damien had planned the same. Their cocks touched, rubbed.
He bit back a moan as he kissed the woman between them, thrusting his tongue into her hot, wet mouth. Electricity sizzled and sparked along his nerve endings. Tensing, he began to pull back when a slender arm wrapped tightly around him, holding him close as her mouth began to ravage his.
Yes, their sweet queen was more than willing to dominate them, to initiate what was going to happen between them. Ryan didn’t mind in the least. She could use him however she wished to. Yielding, he held his ground, so to speak, attempting again to slide his cock into her cream-filled pussy.
When he had expected Damien to withdraw and put his cock elsewhere, given their positions, he was surprised and strangely aroused further by the fact that he was not doing so.
Had Damien realized that he had deliberately let his tongue “slip” as he had licked Peaches’s delectable ass? It had taken every ounce of courage he could muster to do it. And he didn’t regret it, yet.
“I don’t think you’ll both fit,” Peaches giggled when she released his mouth and came up for air.
Wondering if what he was about to do would get the crap kicked out of him, and lose a friend forever, Ryan thrust his hips forward, sliding between soaked thighs. His cock rubbed her hot, juicy flesh. His cock rubbed hard, velvet-covered steel. Biting back a moan, he did it again and again. His fingers bit into her soft flesh as he closed his eyes tightly and took one of the biggest risks of his life.
Peaches moaned, rocking her hips. Her clit was riding his shaft. The folds of her pussy clung to him. Then there was a deep, masculine groan. Damien answered every one of his thrusts with one of his own. Their cocks battled between her legs.
“You guys are making me so fucking hot. Two cocks loving me between my legs.” She didn’t point out the obvious. Ryan suspected they were both relieved. It was as if they could do this if they didn’t acknowledge it. Breathing hard, he caught a breast in his hand, squeezing it, rubbing it, pulling at the hard nipple until it had to be causing her pain. Her sharp cry encouraged him. He pulled harder, twisting it a little.
“Yes. Harder. Oh, fuck, I’m going to come.” Her hand plunged between them, stroking his cock, stroking her clit. Her hips bucked. They rubbed harder, thrusting like madmen, ignoring the obvious. She was the conduit. She was enabling them to be “adventurous.” “I need a cock in my pussy. Oh, please. I need a cock in my ass. Oh, please.” But it was too late. Far too late. They wanted to please their lady, their queen, but they were too far gone. They came as she did, cum spurting all over her pussy, over each other’s cocks.
Fuck! It was the most erotically exhilarating, the most terrifying thing he had ever done in his life. Fuck! What had he done?
Not daring to move, he pressed his forehead to hers. A hand stroked his cheek lovingly.
Turning his head, he kissed her palm. She knew. She could feel the thunder of his heart. She could probably smell his fear.
“I love you,” Peaches whispered tenderly, still stroking. “I love you so much.” 49
Damien wasn’t forgotten. She twisted around as their bodies separated. His arm went around her waist, not wanting to let her get away. Then she was reaching for Damien, who was probably equally confused and fearful of what had just transpired.
“I love you,” she told him with conviction. “I love you both so much. I’m not going to leave you.”
Peaches was there between them, bonding them, reassuring them with both her words and her touch. If they had her, then everything would be all right.
What were they going to do about Logan?
They might not know what to do, but it seemed Peaches had a plan she was going to implement. When they woke the next morning, Ryan never having made it outside, it was to discover a strange woman standing at the end of the bed.
“Well, what do you think?” she asked. If she hadn’t spoken, they would have had a hard time recognizing the soft, sweet feminine beauty for the tough woman they had fallen for.
Gone was the spiky hair. In its place were soft, fluffy blonde curls. There was makeup on her eyes and pouty mouth, making her appear faintly glamorous. The skin was as flawless as always but was now given a minute coating of something they wouldn’t be able to identify, as cowboys. The glow on her cheeks was all her. She was bright and excited. Their gazes moved down. She was wearing a very soft sweater of rose pink, which nearly matched the color shap-ing her amazingly sexy mouth. Around her neck, skillfully draped, was a printed scarf of pinks, blues, and browns. Then there was that fantastic ass of hers, sleekly encased in very skimpy jeans. They accentuated her lines, the taut thighs, the long legs. They leaned over the bed to look at her feet. She was wearing simple flats, finishing the girlish look. “Well?” She was impatient for their opinion. They could also hear the note of uncertainty.
“You look fantastic, baby,” Damien growled hoarsely. “I’m starting to get all sorts of dirty ideas.”
“You are so fucking hot.”
A bright smile returned to her face. “Good.” She turned toward the door as she said it, leaving them in the bed with raging cocks as they watched the sway of her hips. “I heard Logan go downstairs. I think I’ll go make breakfast.” Both men laughed, appreciating her ability to guess what kind of woman Logan wanted.
“You can try, baby. But I think you’re going to be tied up, with some toy shoved up your butt, before you can take a seco
nd breath.”
Peaches laughed brightly, a sound that had them both wishing with all their hearts that she would come back to bed. “One can only hope!” she tossed back cheerily as she went down the hall toward the stairs.
Chapter Seven
The moment he saw her walk into the kitchen, Logan felt the lust hit him in the gut like a sledgehammer. Blood flooded his cock, elongating it, thickening it, until it was straining for release against his zipper.
Soft. Beautiful. Sexy. Deliberate.
Amber eyes narrowing on the woman walking through the kitchen toward the refrigerat-or, he knew what her game was. Peaches was trying to get him to bend again, provoking him with the image of the kind of woman he preferred. There was a sweet sexiness to her look that called out to him like a siren. It was bewitching. Gone were the hard lines. She was all soft, her body beckoning to him.
Fuck, she was even wearing some soft, sexy scent. It combined with the arousal her own actions were causing to pool between her legs. Logan bet she was even wearing some tiny bits of white lace under all that.
Fuck. Her look was almost virginal. If he hadn’t heard his partners fucking the hell out of her all night, and her lusty responses, he could almost believe it of her. Damn, but he was starting to feel like some sick bastard. Virgins had never interested him. But a lack of knowledge of what he did like, what the extremes were of his fetishes, did call to him. She couldn’t possibly know, and that sent the fire rushing along his veins, straight to his cock and balls.
Peaches had given him a clue the night before. She did have some idea of what went on in a dungeon. Was she telling him she wanted to be the woman for him? That she could make him, as well as Damien and Ryan, happy?
As he watched her bend over as she searched for some mysterious ingredient for their breakfast in the fridge, he thought about Sally. She had been soft and sweet, looking decept-ively innocent, on the outside. On the inside she had begged and pleaded, had wanted all the dirty things he could do to her. Hell, she had even made a few suggestions he had always been leery of using on a woman. But she had been nearly perfect in her submission. There hadn’t been any games. The look in her eyes, when he gave his permission for her to look up at him, had been the most gratifying of all. Her gratitude had been unmistakable. This had made her leaving all that much more of a mystery.
Sexually, they could probably make it work for a while. Peaches could pretend all she wanted, make herself bend to his sexual dominance. But it wouldn’t be real. In the end, he would always be aware of it. And as for happiness, that was the biggest joke of all. He wasn’t going to fall for it again. Not with this woman. Perhaps he would never take the risk again with any woman.
Then he thought of Damien and Ryan. He had promised himself he would give her a chance. If he didn’t, well, it could ruin the partnership they had formed. But it wasn’t all about the ranch. He needed them close and he needed to know they would always come home. To him.
“It didn’t snow as much as I thought it would,” Peaches said, breaking into his tormented thoughts. Turning to look at her at the window, he stared at her. She turned back to him, a smile on her pink lips. Fuck, how he wanted those lips wrapped around his cock as he fucked her mouth! He bit back a groan. “Maybe the storm won’t hit here.” Logan shook his head. “The leading edge went north of here. But there’s plenty left for us.
It’ll be here by this afternoon. If you’re making breakfast, get it done. We have to get out and get the cattle closer.” His gaze raked over her. “We don’t have time for your games.” 51
The moment the words were out of his mouth, he regretted them. Hadn’t he been listening to his own reasoning for giving them a chance to know each other? Though his sex games bordered on cruel to some, but only to achieve sexual gratification for both he and his sub, he was never cruel to anyone. She was trying. It wasn’t in her nature to be submissive, but she was actually trying to develop a relationship with all three of them.
An egg hit him dead center in the chest, shocking him. It was followed by another and another, striking the same spot. Logan was glad she wasn’t holding her pistol, for the woman’s accuracy was amazing.
“Go fuck yourself, you bastard!”
They were back to square one. Actually, as he looked at her and watched her withdraw mentally, he knew they were at a deficit relationship-wise.
“I told your friends I loved them and that I wouldn’t leave them. But that doesn’t include you. I could have played your nasty little games. Hell, after I gave it some thought, I was thinking I might even enjoy them. But it’ll be a cold day in hell before I’ll ever let you touch me again.”
As Peaches moved to walk past him, wearing cute little ballet slippers on her feet, he reached out for her, reacting to the dare in her words. No one was going to tell him something like that and get away with it. The moment he touched her, she put him on the floor with amazing ease. His body hit the cold tiles, sending the air out of his lungs in a whoosh.
“What the fuck did you do now?” Damien demanded, coming to stand over him. “You made her cry last night, but we let it go.” Green eyes were blazing with fury as his friend glared at him. “The woman was so happy not ten minutes ago. Now she looks like her heart’s breaking.”
“I don’t need some woman faking that she likes what I’m doing to her,” he growled viciously, defending himself. He jumped to his feet, brushing bits of broken eggshell and yolk off his shirt. He pulled it over his head and threw it in the direction of the laundry room. “I can pay someone for that. Hell, I can go to Colt’s club any given night and find a sub wanting to play. There won’t be any faking it.”
Ryan shoved past Damien, all but butting him in the chest. “You’re a real fucking asshole.
I always suspected it. Peaches wouldn’t have been faking anything. Hell, when we told her that you’d probably have her tied up, with a toy up her butt within seconds of seeing her, we could see the idea excited the hell out of her. The damn scent of her filled the room. No woman could fake that.” A fist did thump him in the chest. “Yep, you’re a real asshole. That’s what you are.” Ryan turned to look at Damien. “I think we need to get Peaches out of here. We’ll go stay with Ma while we figure out what to do.”
“Sounds like a perfect plan to me. We never did quite fit in here anyway.” Logan couldn’t believe it. He had been friends with these men for years. They were the brothers he never had. Now they were saying they were leaving him, leaving the ranch they had built up together.
“What the fuck do you mean by that? This place is as much yours as it’s mine.”
“No, we’re just the dumbasses who thought we could have it all. We believed we could go on as friends, sharing a wife, the ranch, raising a family together here.” They both turned away from him, long legs taking them out of the kitchen. Fuck! He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know how to stop them. He wasn’t good with words. He 52
wouldn’t know what to say that wouldn’t just make it all a bigger fucked-up mess. Why the hell hadn’t he left as soon as he saw Peaches?
Logan felt his head swim. A blinding pain flashed through his head. Stumbling back, the world slid away from him down a long, narrow tunnel.
“Fuck!”
When something as big as Logan moved a table and chairs, the sound made an impression. When it was followed by deafening silence, Peaches pushed past Ryan and Damien as they tried to comfort her. Her heart pounded in her chest as she raced down the stairs, her men close on her heels. They entered the kitchen, gasping collectively as they discovered him unconscious on the kitchen floor. Peaches looked up from where she was huddled on the squeaky orange couch in the waiting room. Ryan sat beside her, holding her hand. He’d had it in a death grip for hours now. Damien was walking toward them. They jumped up, meeting him halfway.
“How is he? Is he going to be all right?”
“Yes. It was a blood clot. It took some work, but they took care of it. He should be out of here in
a few days. They want to watch him for a while.”
“It’s my fault,” she said miserably, sniffing away a new bout of tears. “If I hadn’t put him on the floor, he wouldn’t have had to go through this.”
“I asked the doctor about that. He said it may have aggravated the situation, but it’s something that would likely have happened at some point. He pointed out that it was fortunate it happened when someone was there to help him, otherwise he would have died.”
“I guess that makes me feel less guilty.”
“Good. Now, let’s get you home. That storm will be here soon. We’ll have to help out on the ranch until he’s up to taking care of it.”
She looked up at them with wide eyes. “Who’s going to be here when he wakes up? Does he have family? Other than you guys?” They shook their heads. “I’ll stay. You guys go to the ranch.”
Damien shook his head. “We can’t leave you alone here. Who’s going to watch your back?”
“It could be days before we can get back into town. You can’t stay.”
“I am staying. Is he in his room yet?”
“Not yet. It’ll be a while before he’s out of recovery.” Her men crowded around her. The heat from their bodies, their closeness, gave her comfort, as did the hands roaming over her.
“Baby, we know you’re still feeling guilty, but you don’t have to.”
“You just don’t want to hurt my feelings. I know he won’t want to see me when he wakes up. If I can’t stay, then it should be Ryan.” When a mutinous expression came over his handsome features, she pressed herself close and looked at him with doe eyes. He melted instantly.
“You guys are the only family he has. He can’t be left here alone. He needs someone to be with him when he wakes up. And I know how much he likes you.” Ryan rolled his eyes. “He’s always trying to bash my head in.” 53
“Only because you needle him until he can’t take it anymore. Be nice. Hold his hand. Tell him how much you love him.”
