by BJ Wane
Devin shook his head as Kelsey wrinkled her nose. “Yuck.”
Nudging Thor close enough their lower legs brushed, Devin pinned Kelsey with his dark blue gaze. “You don’t know what you’ll like until you try it.”
Okay, there was definitely a hint of double meaning to that remark, backed by another shared look between the two, and for the life of her, she couldn’t figure out what they were up to. “Meaning?” she asked point blank.
“Meaning let’s take our ride through the woods. That path is just one of the ones we take on trail rides.” Greg nodded toward the wide break in the trees and then led the way toward it.
“It’s so much cooler in here,” she commented as they walked the horses single file along the rugged trail. That was something she already knew from her walks but couldn’t think of anything else to say since she didn’t know what they were up to. “How far are we going? I’ve hiked to the creek and back, but that’s it.”
“We plan to go swimming on horseback next week since the weather is predicted to be warmer than usual for September. We’ll follow the creek until it opens up into a small lake deep enough for the horses to swim. They love it.” Devin patted Thor’s neck. It wasn’t lost on Kelsey he didn’t answer her question but instead diverted her from it with that bit of information.
“Am I good enough to go?”
Greg twisted around and eyed her relaxed seat. “If not by then, you can ride with me. Turn here.”
Kelsey pulled the reins to the right, following him down a narrower path for a short distance and then looked around in pleasant surprise as they came to a small copse. Sporting a bed of moss green ground cover and long logs squared off around a fire pit, she could see the gurgling stream just beyond the trees. “Oh, this is a great spot.”
“We like it for the seclusion.” Devin dismounted and before she could follow suit, he came around and plucked her from the saddle, making no move to step back once her feet hit the ground.
Whether by a silent command or on her own, Cleo deserted her for the company of the two larger males a few feet away, leaving Kelsey standing with Devin’s large hands still holding onto her waist as Greg came up behind her. Her breathing quickened as they both stepped close enough their warm breath wafted along her neck as they bent their heads. She slammed her eyes closed against the rapid rise of her senses their nearness evoked.
“Uh, not that I’m complaining, but what’s going on?” she whispered, sucking in a gulp of air as two pairs of lips ghosted over the tender skin of her neck, the teasing kisses and nibbles bringing about a spate of goosebumps.
“You’ve been very clear about wanting what we can give you. You saw enough last night to know what we’re into, and what we expect in return while satisfying more of your curiosity. All that’s left is for you to agree.” Greg nipped her earlobe hard enough for the pleasure-producing sting to pull her nipples into taut buds.
Kelsey’s eyes flew open and she gazed in surprise up into Devin’s sun-weathered face and dark eyes. “But…” Her voice stuttered along with her heart. “You don’t even like me!”
“You’re a pesky handful,” he stated, fisting one hand in her hair and pulling her head back. “But I like you just fine.”
Not exactly a compliment, she thought as his hot mouth covered hers, but she’d take it if it meant putting an end to the rioting sensations plaguing her nonstop. He eased up on her mouth to sink his teeth into her lower lip, her gasp giving him an opening to delve inside with his tongue. Kelsey leaned against his hard frame with a moan of eager surrender, his hands tightening on her hair and hip as her insides heated with each stroke over her tongue. The leisurely exploration along with the smooth glide of their damp lips pressing together got her fired up on all cylinders until the press of Greg’s body against her back reminded her of the one word she hadn’t acknowledged or addressed. We.
“Does this mean yes, little bit?” Greg whispered in her ear before dipping his tongue inside to tease the sensitive dips and canals.
Shivers racked Kelsey’s body as she pulled her mouth from Devin’s to answer. “I can’t think. What do you mean by ‘we’?”
Devin slid his hand from her hip to grip one butt cheek while Greg reached in front of her to palm her right breast and reply, “Just this, both of us most of the time, separate on occasion. Trust us, we know what we’re doing.”
“Here’s a hint, cowboy.” She groaned, quivering inside as she imagined more of these heady feelings from being sandwiched between the two. “Mentioning your past experience is a mood killer.”
“But if we didn’t have experience, we wouldn’t be good at our job as Doms.” Devin squeezed her buttock. “Yes or no, baby?”
She’d always hated it when other guys called her baby, but every time she heard the generic pet name resonating in Devin’s deep, slow drawl, she wanted to melt in a puddle at his feet. “Yes,” she agreed in a breathless rush. She might be unsure about taking on both at the same time, but she was also glad she didn’t have to choose one. “But don’t blame me if you’re disappointed. Unlike you, this is new to me and I was pushing to enlist just one of you to entertain me while I’m here, not both.” She felt it only fair to warn them of her inexperience in this area, but damn, it was hard to think with them so close and touching her.
“We haven’t disappointed anyone or been disappointed by a newbie before, but why don’t we give you an example of what we can do together?” Greg released her breast to pinch her chin and turn her face up to his descending mouth. Devin tugged on her hair again, angling her head just right and holding her there. Between their dual grips, Kelsey had no choice but to open to Greg, and bask in that loss of control.
With a low moan of surrender, she welcomed the invasion of his tongue as she clung to his lips. Lost in their dual possession, she didn’t notice their free hands were on the move until a rough palm slid under her top, up her bare abdomen and quick, deft fingers flicked open her bra. She whimpered, a needy whine as Greg released her mouth, stroked over her still throbbing lower lip and cupped one naked breast.
“Soft, and the perfect handful.” He released her chin to slip that hand under her shirt and cover her other breast.
“Oh, God.” Kelsey couldn’t think of anything else to say as the slight breeze wafted over her exposed lower half when Devin shoved down her jeans and panties to rest at mid-thigh. Her buttocks clenched and her pussy swelled, slickened and grew heavy with need.
For the first time, his lips spread in a full-fledged grin as he pressed his hand between her legs, the scratchy callouses scraping over the tender, delicate skin of her labia. “And just think, this is only a prelude to what we can, and will do to you.” Keeping his eyes on her face, he released her hair and gripped one buttock while slowly working two fingers inside her.
Kelsey shuddered, leaned her head back against Greg’s chest and clutched his thick forearms in a panicked attempt to stay upright. The intoxicating experience of being semi-naked outdoors for the first time, of standing sandwiched between two men for the first time and of enjoying the touch of four hands on her for the first time drove her to the cusp of orgasm within moments. Heat consumed her body as fingers gripped her nipples and tightened while more fingers continued to press deeper and deeper inside her pussy, slowly stretching muscles too tight from neglect. She squeezed her inner walls as he started to pull back, desperate to keep those digits right where they were.
“Loosen up, baby,” Devin growled, the sharp pinch to her butt distracting her from holding the grip. “There you go.”
Basking in Devin’s warm approval, Kelsey arched her neck to give Greg easy access for his nibbling mouth. “That’s a girl,” he murmured in a deep rumble she felt clear to her toes. “Give yourself to us and we’ll take you places you’ve never been before.”
A sharp cry spilled from her throat as Devin pinched her aching clit the same moment Greg added pressure to her already throbbing tips. The tight squeezes switched to light plu
Before the smaller contractions ending her climax had abated, Greg released her breasts and Devin pulled his fingers from her still clutching pussy. Moving so fast she couldn’t quite take it in, they formed a bar by clasping each other’s forearms and then pushed her over it. With a squeal, she latched onto their thighs to anchor herself as they began smacking her cheeks in a simultaneous, steady rhythm. The resonating echo of repetitive, bare-flesh slapping bounced around the copse as heat blossomed across her backside, aided and abetted by the brush of warm air and their deep murmurs.
“Don’t stop, Kelsey. Keep coming for us.” Devin slid his hand between her abused, pulsing cheeks to dampen her back entrance with slick fingers.
“One more, little bit.” Greg followed that command by delving inside her pussy with a forceful, three fingered thrust, the barrage of pummeling strokes stretching and filling her long-neglected sheath almost to the point of discomfort.
“I don’t know…” she gasped and stumbled to a stop as Devin breached her anus and screwed one finger inside that virgin orifice.
“Then trust us to know,” he returned, pushing harder and deeper as Greg plundered her soaking depths with breath-robbing jabs aimed right over her clit.
The ground below her started to blur as Kelsey’s entire body convulsed in another climax. Praying they wouldn’t let her fall, she rode the waves of ecstasy until she lay shuddering in a quivering heap over their linked arms.
Chapter 9
Devin cut another quick glance toward Kelsey where she slouched sidesaddle in front of Greg. Her rosy, sated appearance hadn’t lessened any in the last fifteen minutes during their ride back. Even with her bright blue eyes closed and her body soft and lax, she still tempted him more than anyone who had come before her, and how fucked up was that? He’d barely made it a week after vowing not to get involved with her and here he was, unable to keep his eyes off her. He could still feel the way her slick vaginal muscles had gripped his fingers, soaking them with her creamy climax, and how she shook lying over their arms as they had swatted her ass and fingered her to orgasm number two after she protested she couldn’t.
He’d awoken this morning willing to continue discussing the issue of getting personally involved with Kelsey. After tossing and turning all night with images of her sweet ass and even sweeter submission plaguing him, he’d conceded there was only one way to settle both his curiosity over how far they could take her and to calm the raging lust her every-day presence had conjured up. Even after her surprising embracement of his punishing hand last night, her eager responses to both of them today had taken him unawares. She’d been an enticing small bundle of accepting heat and mewling cries that had slipped past his guard and pissed him off when he found himself reluctant to let her go.
“Don’t say it,” he warned Greg when his friend who knew him too well caught his look.
“Say what?”
Kelsey’s drowsy response went straight to Devin’s cock and he responded by kicking Thor into a trot, leaving it up to Greg to answer her. He kept the stallion’s gait slow enough little Cleo could follow alongside him in an easy trot as they covered the last quarter mile to the stable. Cherokee came thundering in behind them, the large red tossing his head, looking as exhilarated from that quick run as Kelsey. His growing interest in the girl left him unsettled and not happy about it.
Dismounting, he tossed Cleo’s reins to Kelsey as Greg lifted her down, not bothering to curb his irritation when he snapped, “Now’s as good a time as any to see to your own horse’s care after a ride.” The spasm of hurt that crossed her pixie face drew a pang of guilt, and Greg’s frown didn’t help. Just because he wasn’t altogether pleased with himself didn’t mean he should take his mood out on her, he admitted with a sigh, especially after just initiating her to the control of two men.
Stepping forward, he cupped her chin and tilted her face up, her jaw going rigid in his hand. Rubbing the pad of his thumb over her plump lower lip, he murmured, “Sorry. I can be a bastard. Are you doing okay?”
Kelsey rewarded his concern with a narrowing of those bright blue eyes, darting her tongue out to lick his thumb as he pulled her lip down and rubbed the soft dampness of the pink tissues. “Just fine, Sir,” she drawled as he pulled his hand back as if burned. Greg chuckled and earned his glare.
“Good.” Devin nodded and stepped back. “Loosen the strap and Greg will haul the saddle inside. I have to check the meat for the grill before the guests arrive.” He went back to Thor and made short work of removing his saddle and turning him loose in the corral with a slap on the rump that reminded him how it felt smacking Kelsey’s heart-shaped, malleable ass.
Greg knew his amusement with Devin was reflected on his face and didn’t care. It was fun watching his best friend succumb to Kelsey’s charms as he’d suspected he might. He unsaddled the horses and turned them loose in the corral before hefting Cleo’s smaller saddle over his shoulder and gripping the pommel of Cherokee’s.
“Devin is likely trying to work through your responses to that little scene as much as I imagine you are. I think you’re not only a natural at riding, but at submitting to the right person, or people.”
“Those being you and Devin?” she asked. Her large blue eyes remained steady on him even though a faint blush crept over her face.
“Yes, while you’re here. Who knows? Maybe you can attend a club in Philly for real when you return and be much better prepared.” An unaccustomed tightness squeezed his chest at the thought of her going home and hooking up with someone else. If Devin had a similar reaction it was no wonder he didn’t want to linger upon their return.
“Maybe.” She waved an airy hand toward him. “But right now, I think I’ll concentrate on the present, and what you two are offering. Thanks for the ride and the orgasms. I need to get some work done.”
His lips curled in amusement as she pivoted and practically skipped across the lawn and up the front steps to the house, his gaze on her twitching ass. She had spunk and sass, which he liked, but he still saw the shadow of insecurity in her eyes that never seemed to fade completely.
“Have you found her yet?” the impatient male voice demanded as soon as he answered the call.
“Not yet, but we have something to go on. If it pans out, it won’t take long to make the arrangements to get to her. Give us a few more days.” Soothing impatient clients might come with the territory when one hired themselves out to do the dirty work others were too squeamish to handle themselves, but he and his partner didn’t have to like it. If this guy kept up with the nagging calls, he just might be tempted to take him out instead of the mark.
“That’s what you said a few days ago. October second is only a few weeks away,” the caller reminded him for about the tenth time.
“Calm down. I told you, once we secure her location we can move quickly. You know we’re good at what we do, or you wouldn’t have come to us and been willing to pay our fee.”
“You damn well better be. I’m screwed if she’s still breathing past the second.”
The connection went dead and he tossed the phone down on the bed, glancing toward his partner. “The guy’s a pain in the ass. Let’s get back to digging so we can put this job behind us before I get mean.”
A taunting smile and reply of, “No, we wouldn’t want that,” was the only response he got.
Kelsey shifted on the chair and then swore at the warm, tingling reminder of what the two men she kept eying out the window had put her through earlier. That pesky word, more, continued to pop up no matter what either man subjected her to. She had a feeling now that they had agreed to ‘entertain’ her while she was their guest that they’d just begun demonstrating what had been missing from her previous affairs. If they continued to give her such off the chart orgasms, she could live with that. At least she would have some awesome memories to take home with her. Heck, if she continued to get into the whole submission/kinky sex thing, maybe she could join Dominion. Of course, she would have to talk the owner, Master Jared into forgiving her for disobeying his order the one time she was there, which resulted in her exile to this foreign land.
Her gaze slid out the bedroom window again, leaving the numbers lined up in neat columns she was supposed to be tallying. Who could concentrate on accounting when the deep, rumbling voices of two tall cowboys wearing those sexy leather chaps and Stetsons that were lowered just enough to shield their eyes kept intruding? Watching them on and off for the last several hours, she’d developed an appreciation for how hard they worked and how much they seemed to love what they do. With Tom and the Ingrams having the day off, it was left to them to sign in their guests and show them around. There weren’t as many as last week, just twelve new people spending the next three days of their two-week tour here. By the time they were unloaded from the bus and shown to their cabins, the afternoon sun had dipped into dusk.
Despite how much she was looking forward to whatever Greg and Devin had in mind for her, Kelsey still couldn’t understand the draw of this isolated, wilderness setting. She’d grown fond of the little mare, Cleo, and liked riding more than she’d imagined. Hanging out in the social hall in the evenings was enjoyable but a far cry from hitting the clubs with a few friends or co-workers. And she missed shopping, her favorite restaurants and the McAllisters.
Greg looked toward her window just then, the small smile curving his sexy mouth sending the girls and slutty bitch into a happy tizzy. At this point, she didn’t know what she wanted most – more of him and Devin or to go home. Then he crooked his finger and Kelsey didn’t give home another thought. Shutting down her work, she sprang up and hightailed it outside. With their guests now milling around and Devin starting up a huge grill, she knew she wouldn’t get anything more than their company this evening, but somehow she was just as good with that as she’d been with both men’s hands on her earlier.
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