by Rhea Regale
Lexi trembled, falling over Brent breathless. Her heart was a thundering beast in her chest. Her pussy continued to convulse, the residual shockwaves of her intense climax reaching every inch of her body.
“Damn,” Brent gasped, his arms coming up around her. “Damn.”
“Speechless?” she murmured, trying to add an air of humor to the dense sexual atmosphere, but failed. She had so little strength left after what she experienced with these two cowboys. She wasn’t too certain she wouldn’t go stark mad with carnal need next time they decided to romp in the hay, or wherever they might end up.
Brent craned his neck and looked back at Travis. Lexi kissed his throat.
“Trav?” he asked.
“I’ve got one thing to say,” Travis said in a tone thick with desire. He lifted his head and looked down at Lexi. “I’m not sure we’re gonna want to let you go.”
Chapter Thirteen
Travis sat up only when he realized Lexi was gone. He looked down at Brent, the man stretched out like a god over the hay, his cock partially erect, and smirked. Brent peeled open one eye and focused it on Travis.
“She left a short time ago. Something about helping Miss Bess and being late,” Brent grumbled, his voice thick with sleep. Travis rolled on top of Brent, bracing his arms on either side of the sinful man’s head.
“You let her go?” Travis tsked, dipping his head and drawing a feathery line of kisses along Brent’s jaw. “How did she feel, baby? Think she’s a good match for us?”
“Trav, unless you’re planning to fuck me, don’t you dare get my blood goin’,” Brent said, thrusting his growing cock along Travis’s stomach. Travis licked his bottom lip. “Damn you.”
“I’ll keep you goin’ until I steal back our sweetheart.”
“She’s perfect in every form. Her pussy is sinfully tight and hot. I can’t imagine another woman with us. We’ll do what we can to convince her of the same.” Brent tilted his head back, exposing his neck to Travis’s hungry mouth. “You’ve made me hard, Trav.”
“I always make you hard, baby. Always.” He swirled his tongue down the length of his throat. Once he reached Brent’s chest, he pushed up to his feet and shook the hay from his hair. Brent let out a sharp breath and shook his head. “I’ve gotta get the horses out to pasture. Meet me down by the pond in two hours. I’ll grab our girl, and we’ll have a fun lunch.”
“You’re brutal,” Brent groaned, sitting up and rubbing his face. His cock jutted forward, thick, hard, and ready for a fuck. “Goddamn brutal.”
Travis laughed, making quick work of redressing. He started down the ladder as Brent finally went for his clothing.
“Love you, baby,” Travis said. He jumped off the last few rungs.
Brent poked his head over the edge of the loft and winked. “Love you, too, bastard.”
Travis led his horses through the rear barn door into the fenced in pasture. His newest addition kept tight to Grace Ann’s side, and she took to her baby like the mama Travis knew her to be.
Once all his horses were grazing beneath the bright morning sun, Travis returned to his house, showered, dressed, and headed over to Miss Bess’s.
He came up short of breezing through the open patio door when he caught sight of Lexi. His breath hitched as he perused her backside. Wearing short cut-off jeans that hugged her round ass a bit too perfectly, and a loose black shirt that hung off one shoulder and cinched around her waist, she was a sight he could stare at all day, every day, for a long time comin’.
The delicate muscles in her slender legs stressed and flexed as she rose up on bare toes to knead dough on the countertop in front of her. He recalled all too clearly those legs wrapped around Brent. Rebel locks of her thick hair fell against her cheeks and slithered down her elegant neck, escaping the plastic clip at the back of her head. His fingers ached to dive back into those silky strands.
Nothing made him smile more than the smudge of white flour that dotted her shirt and arms and left a streak down the side of her calf. Had it been something sweeter, he would’ve enjoyed licking it off her.
Breaking free of this uncanny spell she held over him, Travis breezed through the kitchen and came up at her side as she turned to him. He slipped his arms around her waist, nestling her ass in the cradle of his hips, and ran his mouth along the side of her neck. She laughed, elbowing him playfully in the arm, dough flaking off her fingers.
“My my, baby. You’re smellin’ sweet as pie,” he greeted, leaning back to drink in a good look at her. The smile widened over his mouth. He traced a smudge of flour along her cheek. “You left us this mornin’.”
“I told Miss Bess I’d give her a hand preparing the meals for the day.”
“Seems you’re wearing a bit of the ingredients.”
“Yeah, I’m making a mess.” Lexi looked down at her flour-splattered shirt and snickered. “Miss Bess had to run out to get more blueberries for the scones. She left me with a simple task of kneading bread for dinner, and look.” She spread her fingers in front of him, dough stretching between each appendage. Travis laughed and kissed the back of her hand. “I don’t think this is how it’s supposed to be. The dough’s too moist. You need more flour.” Keeping his arm tucked around her, he shuffled with her to the sink and washed the dough from her fingers. “I’m stealing you away for a little while.”
Lexi shot him a startled look. “But—”
“Huh-uh. No excuses.”
“Miss Bess—”
“Will suspect I kidnapped you. After all, you stole away in the early morning to return to her. I’m only recapturing what escaped us.” He tangled his fingers between her clean, wet ones and hurried to the patio. “Come on, baby. Got something to show you.”
“Travis, the muffins are in the oven!”
“Miss Bess won’t let them burn.”
He smiled back at her and picked up his pace to a light jog. He was delighted to see her cheeks grow rosy and her heart-stopping smile light up her face. Her beautiful eyes sparkled with adventure and anxiety, a heady mixture if ever he’d seen it on a woman.
Travis drove them to the edge of town. The street turned into a dirt road, one that kicked up plumes of dust behind his truck. Lexi grabbed hold of the door handle as the rough terrain bounced them around.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“Surprise.”
“I have a feeling most of your surprises may land us in a predicament very much like last night.”
He cast her a short glance, holding to a grin as he soaked her in. Her face flushed a bit more, nipples peaking against the shirt. Her mouth curled.
Damn was she gorgeous.
“Didn’t like it?” he asked. He knew he took a huge risk last night, but he couldn’t suppress the desire any longer. She played along and seemed to enjoy what Brent and he gave her.
“I don’t think there’s any question about whether or not I liked it.” She looked at him, catching his gaze briefly before he turned back to the unmarked path. The only vehicles that came back this way were ATVs and his truck.
“Reconsidering?”
“Surprisingly, no.”
“Surprisingly?” Travis raised a brow but kept his eyes on the overgrown path in front of them. Ivy and tree branches arched around them, some scraping against the sides of his truck. “Tell me, does it bother you that Brent and I are lovers?”
“Actually, no. It doesn’t. I find it…”
He looked at her again. A small crease formed between her brows. Her cheeks darkened.
“Yes?”
“Kinda turned me on.” She twisted in the seat to face him more squarely. “Which leads me to wonder where I come in, especially since I’m just passing through.”
Travis slowed down as the trees broke, opening to a narrow pond. The river that cut through Ryder Ranch fed the secret, secluded body of water on the far edge of his property. Only he and his cousins and a few close friends knew it existed.
He guided the tr
uck along the edge of the water, pulling up behind Brent’s.
“We’re going swimming,” Travis announced, sliding out of the truck.
“But—”
Travis slammed the door shut and caught Lexi before she had both feet on the ground. She opened her mouth to protest, and he quickly slanted his own over hers, quieting her with a deep kiss that made him ache and burn.
“No more excuses, baby. Live a bit.”
Brent pulled the door back and leaned against the frame. He had disrobed completely, ready for more than a dip in the pond.
“Mornin’, doll. See you’ve been rolling in flour,” he said, a shadow of a grin playing along his mouth. Travis’s heart fluttered. God, how he loved that man’s dark smiles. When those baby-blue eyes turned on him, his body tightened in anticipation of this day. “I’m gonna finish unpacking. Looks to me she needs to rinse off.”
Lexi’s fingers grabbed Travis’s shoulders. “I don’t have a bathing suit.”
“After last night, don’t think a bathing suit will do you any good,” Travis said, lifting her cute rear off the seat. He reached over and grabbed her beneath her knees, cradling her in his arms. She shrieked and laughed.
“Put me down! I can’t go in there.” Travis started toward the pond, kicking off his sneakers on a patch of grass. She wrapped her arms around his neck, squirming in his grasp. “Travis! My clothes!”
“What about them?”
“What am I going back to Miss Bess’s in if my clothes are all wet?”
“Honey,” he said, wading into the water. She tightened her hold, pulling herself farther away from the water. When the floor dipped into deeper waters, he tossed her, laughing as she screamed before making a splash into the water. She broke the surface and spit water from her mouth, her drenched locks of hair plastered to her face, weighing down the clip. His breath hitched, and he forced a smile that twitched across his lips. “We’ll just have to see how things play out.”
She slapped the water, sending a spray that soaked him. She kept at it, slapping and splashing until she grabbed him by the belt and yanked him into the deep water. He went under, twisted, and swam through her legs before coming to the surface behind her. She met him with a shove of water to the face. He wiped his eyes and shook his head, getting the wet strands of hair from his face.
Lexi laughed, wrapping her arms around him and her legs around his waist. He moved them to shallower waters where he embraced her.
“Miss Bess caught me traipsing into the house all ruffled with hay stuck in my hair. She didn’t say a word, but the look she gave me made my face so hot I thought I’d combust,” Lexi said. Her breath tickled the side of his face, her short nails scraping the nape of his neck. Shivers scurried along his skin.
“You shouldn’t have left without us,” he said, chuckling. “But Miss Bess would’ve figured it out.”
“I could only imagine how she would take her guest frolicking with her nephew and his friend.”
Travis cupped her face, easing her back to better look at her. “My aunt has a keen instinct. She knew we were looking at you the day I dropped you at the house. You’ve made that much of an impact on me.” He nodded toward the shoreline where Brent started toward the water. “On him.”
“There’s still so much you don’t know about me.”
Travis rested a finger over her lips, silencing her weak protest. “You have no idea how much we’ve been learnin’ about you by watching you. We may all have secrets that come out eventually, but there is so much to be said about body language.”
* * * *
Lexi was happy when Travis forced her to remain quiet. She didn’t want to listen to her excuses any longer. Dom wasn’t a good enough excuse. Dom wouldn’t find her here.
The sound of splashing water drew her attention to Brent wading into the pond. The sunlight trickled over his well-formed body, adding a glow to his sun-bronzed skin. His cock stood erect, the long, thick length of him bringing back a rush of memories from the night before. She had ridden that cock, felt it inside her body, stressing every wall as she came over and over.
A short breath fled her, leaving her dizzy. Brent’s gaze never wavered from her until he lowered himself in the water and turned those burning blues on Travis.
“I’ve got Bill coming by in two hours. He’s expecting his car to be in working order.”
Lexi’s heart stuttered when Brent grabbed Travis’s chin and greeted him with a kiss that singed even her. It lacked tenderness, replaced by claiming hunger. One of Travis’s hands left her face to tangle in Brent’s hair.
A spark of jealousy ignited in Lexi’s soul. She licked her own lips, recalling the taste of each man as she beheld the raw passion they shared inches from her face.
Brent tore away from Travis, leaving him breathless. His blue eyes had been swallowed by his pupils, his narrow nose flaring at the nostrils when he turned to her. Lexi’s heart thundered, the thud shaking her vision. Dear god, she wanted to taste that same untamed desire. His eyes narrowed slightly, a dark, sinister grin creeping up at the corners of his mouth.
“Are you jealous, Alexis?” Brent teased. Lexi shivered, the delightful scrape of his gravelly voice traveling down to her clit. He moved through the water as if he were part of the pond, coming up behind her. His hands slipped beneath her shirt and peeled away the wet cloth from her skin. Her bra followed, both items lost in the growing euphoria building in her mind. He reached around her, cupping her breasts, his thumbs rolling against her hard nipples. “We would never neglect you, doll.”
Travis worked out of his shirt as Lexi leaned back into Brent, his hot mouth trailing over her damp shoulder. He balled the fabric and pitched it to the shoreline.
“How do you feel about having both of us?” Travis asked, unfolding her ankles from his waist. He stood up, water pouring over the dips and curves of his body in rivulets that glittered with sunlight.
She swallowed hard, her body alive and tingling. “Anxious.” He unfastened his jeans and began the process of peeling wet denim from his legs. Her gaze stayed glued on his rigid cock, the wide, bulbous head so close to her, the hard ridges along his large length calling for her touch. “Excited.”
“We’ll be real gentle.”
Brent pinched her nipples and gave them a little tug. She sucked in a sharp breath. His teeth scraped along her neck, up to her ear.
“We’ve been aching for you, Lexi. So much it drove us mad not claiming you together last night,” Brent whispered. His tongue followed the shell of her ear. A spray of goose bumps rolled over her flesh.
“I don’t think either of you will fit where you’re intending to go,” Lexi said, lowering her voice to a sexy husk, at last giving into her desires. She circled her hand around Travis’s cock as he stepped out of his jeans. His body stiffened, his eyes lifting to hers. The intensity lighting those dark eyes snatched her breath and left her itching in her shorts.
“I’ll work you very, very slow. First with my fingers then I’ll ease the head of my cock into that tight little hole and slide inside your body until you are wriggling and on the brink of going mad with pleasure,” Brent whispered.
Oh, she was already on that brink. Being in the presence of these two men sent her straight to a peak of anticipation unlike any other. As it was, she had never experienced an orgasm like she had the night before.
Travis gently unfurled her fingers from his cock and lowered himself back to his knees. Brent gave her aching breasts a tantalizing squeeze before his hands dropped to her hips.
“Up. Time to get these lil’ things off you.”
Lexi straightened up on her feet, the sandy bottom of the pond sifting up between her toes. She wiggled them, enjoying the feel of it underfoot. Simplicity, something near unobtainable in the city, surrounded her and she loved every aspect of it.
The morning sun warmed the water along her skin and heated the wetness between her legs. Travis had her shorts open in a blink, and together, he and B
rent peeled the clinging denim from her legs.
“Damn,” Travis cussed on a heavy breath. Lexi looked down at him as he leaned toward her uncovered body. Brent’s rough palms came up to her rear and kneaded the globes, spreading her flesh. When she felt his tongue run along her crack, she startled. “Easy, filly.”
She gripped his shoulders to keep her balance. Travis guided his hands up her calves, tugging her feet wider. She adjusted, the water creeping high on her thighs, the surface ripples teasing her pussy with their playful caresses.
Lexi held her breath as Brent’s tongue flicked over her opening and drew slowly along her backside. Travis sucked the hollow of her hip, pleasure pulsing through her slit. Her arms trembled as his mouth traveled along the bone, teasing her vibrating nerves with light scrapes of his teeth.
“You are so soft, Lexi,” Travis murmured. His fingers slid through her pussy, winding her tighter than a damn spring. She moaned, rocking into his touch. “Baby, don’t move.”
“Travis, you two are going to drive me insane with all your feathery touches and kisses,” she said. She dug her fingers into his shoulders. “Just like last night.”
“Are you saying you like it rough?”
“I’m saying I like a mix.” A thumb rubbed over her opening then eased into the ready cavern of her cunt. She tried to sit herself on the appendage, and received a sharp smack on the ass instead. Her eyes widened, and she looked over her shoulder. Brent rose up on his knees, his expression melting her. Power and dominance pulsed off him. “You slapped me.”
“You like it?” Brent asked. His thumb stroked the inside of her body, barely lodged past her entrance. “Doll, Trav said not to move. You moved.”
“I need more. This is pure torture,” Lexi whimpered. Whatever Brent was doing, the man knew exactly where to touch her. The first leaks of lava poured through the cracks in her lower belly, pooling, waiting for an ignition.
