by Kit Tunstall
She shook her head. “Just right, but I want you to fuck me, Brody. Please, I want you both inside me.”
Jace stilled, but kept his erection deep inside her. Brody lay back again, and she moved forward to mount him, whimpering in protest at the necessary separation from Jace. Fortunately, it was only temporary. After she had taken all of Brody’s thick cock inside her pussy, Jace was once again behind her, gently parting her cheeks to nudge his cock against her rosette. He entered carefully, and she gasped when both men were embedded inside her.
It was too much. They put her toys to shame, and she didn’t think she could accommodate both of them. Cady bit her lip, stifling the urge to ask them to stop. She wanted them both so much, and tears pricked her eyes that her body was failing her.
After a moment, the overfull sensation lessened, and she started to think she could take both her lovers simultaneously. They thrust into her slowly, at first moving in counter motions to each other. Cady had only to focus on staying relaxed and open to them, because their bodies propelled her between them, and her men did most of the work.
They fucked her slowly and gently until she began writhing, urging them to go faster and harder. “More, please.” What had previously seemed impossible now seemed like not enough. She needed more from them. Everything they had to give her.
Jace and Brody seemed to understand what she wanted, because they increased their thrusts, pounding at her in a way that had her screaming into an orgasm in moments. Less than a minute later, Jace came inside her ass while Brody filled her pussy with spurts of his satisfaction.
In a blur, she moved with them to lie on the bed, winding up cuddling between both men. Blissfully exhausted, she managed to caress both of their stomachs for a moment, enjoying the view of their hardened cocks slowly softening. Her mouth watered to lick the cum from them, but she held herself in check, mainly because she was just too worn out from their energetic lovemaking to do much more than close her eyes and go to sleep.
Chapter Three
Cady woke feeling chilled the next morning and soon discovered why. Both solid male walls that had sheltered her all night were gone. She was tucked up under the Americana quilt, but it was no substitute for two hot cowboys. Being early April, it wasn’t all that cold anyway, but she still felt their absence, as though her body had adjusted to having them surrounding her and now couldn’t live without them.
That wasn’t good. She didn’t want to want or need Jace and Brody. This had been a one-time thing. There was no future in threesomes, and she’d had her heart broken enough to know it wasn’t something she wanted to experience again. So, she’d have to deal with post-coital awkwardness in a polite way, she decided as she climbed from the bed and began collecting her clothes. One of the men had thoughtfully put her blouse over a hardback chair in the corner, but there was no sign of her bra.
Well, at least she’d have most of her dignity intact when she went into the living room. It’s not as if her moderate C-cups were going to be all that bouncy without a bra anyway. No way was she going to undertake a game of Find the Brassiere before making her escape.
There was a bathroom across the hall, and it had the look of desertion suggesting it was also reserved for guests. At least a towel was hanging up, and it smelled fresh. She showered quickly, dried even faster, and dressed in record time. The still-damp crotch of her panties reminded her she had been soaking wet last night. They were still too moist to wear. Cursing softly, she stuffed them into the pocket of her jeans before sliding them on commando-style, wincing as the rougher fabric settled against her now super-sensitive flesh. She was a little tender on the inside as well. Too bad there was no chance of having a nip of the hair of the dog. Just the memory of how they had fucked her made her nipples harden, and she had to bite back a moan.
They must have been used to overnight guests, because there was a small basket of travel-sized toiletries on the counter, all still in packaging. She availed herself of deodorant, toothpaste, and a toothbrush before attempting to restore some sort of order to her tangled brown locks with her fingers. Giving it up as a lost cause, she smoothed the mess down as well as she could and padded out of the bathroom in bare feet. Her socks were another MIA item, but she didn’t bother to search the bedroom for them.
Hoping against hope that maybe the men were out doing whatever it was that ranchers did early in the morning, and that she could slip out without being seen, she tiptoed down the hall. Her stomach dropped when she heard Brody on the phone, meaning she couldn’t avoid the morning-after meeting. With a sigh, she stopped in the doorway of the living room, catching her breath at the sight of Brody with his back to her. Remembering how that body felt made her palms itch to touch him, and she tried to push away the thought.
“Yeah, yeah. No excuses, Jeremy. We showed your lady a good time. She is fat, sassy, and well-serviced. So just tell me when you’re going to let us bring one of our mares over for studding with Irish Gold.”
Cady reeled back from the room, groping for her purse on the entryway table. She didn’t care if they heard her leave. She didn’t even care that she had no way back home without a ride. Walking six miles into town was preferable to facing them.
Tears burned her eyes as she opened the door and stepped onto the porch, letting the screen door close softly. It couldn’t really be how it sounded, could it? Surely Jace and Brody didn’t trade a night of giving her sexual favors so that her brother would let them breed a horse with his prize-winning racehorse? Jeremy wouldn’t do that. She honestly couldn’t picture her brother ever giving a passing thought to her sex life, since even trying to think about hers turned her stomach.
Taking a deep breath, she forced back any tears and sat on the porch swing. After the tender way they had treated her last night, she couldn’t truly believe her lovers would have done something so mercenary and creepy either. She set the swing in motion, still lost in her thoughts, but no longer anxious to escape.
She looked up when one side of the swing shifted as Jace sat down. Cady accepted a cup of strong coffee gratefully, finding the caffeine invigorating. “Thanks.”
He nodded, scooting closer to sling his arm around her shoulders. “How’d you sleep?”
“Like the dead.” She managed a light tone and bright smile. “You guys are better than melatonin.”
“I hope we didn’t bore you,” he said, lips twitching.
Cady lifted a shoulder. “Oh, maybe just a little.”
He turned her to face him, putting his hand just below her breast. “We’ll have to do something about that, won’t we?”
Eyes wide, she froze when he leaned down to kiss her. At the last moment, she turned her head, causing his lips to brush her cheek. “I really need to get home.”
Jace wore a fierce scowl when he tilted up her chin to make their gazes meet. “Why?”
“I have work…”
He shook his head. “I meant, why did you turn away?”
Searching for an answer, she sighed when the door opened, and Brody came out to join them. He rudely plopped down beside her, squishing her between them. It was heavenly, but also torture, because it couldn’t last. “We all know this was a one-time thing, Jace.”
“Do we?” Brody took the coffee cup she was clutching and set it on the porch.
“Yes,” she said with as much firmness as she could. “It has to be.”
“Why’s that?” asked Jace, toying with a strand of her damp hair.
“How can it be anything else?” Cady squeezed her hands together on her lap.
Jace shifted closer. “Why ruin a good thing, Cady?”
“He’s right, Cady-did.” Brody took her hand, leaving one for Jace that he promptly grasped. They ignored her efforts to pull free. “We like having you between us. You seem to fit there real nice.”
“Really nicely, you barbarian,” said Jace. “Did you flunk out of eighth grade English, man?”
Brody chuckled. “Whatever. Why not see where this t
akes us?”
She frowned. “How can a threesome take us anywhere, except a bedroom?”
Jace slipped his hand down her thigh to stroke her denim-clad pussy. “There’s no need to switch locales, honey. We can have a fine time here. It seems you owe me a blow-job.”
Feeling her resolve slip, she shook her head. “That won’t solve anything. We’ll have some fun, but it will end. I don’t need another broken heart, okay, guys?”
“Who says it will end?” asked Jace. “It could last forever. You have to know we both love you, Cady.”
Her mouth dropped open, but she couldn’t find any words to utter.
“It’s true,” said Brody, squeezing her hand. “We have for years.”
“And we’re already used to sharing everything. We have the ranch and horse breeding business together, all the same friends, and our families are intertwined. It seems downright perfect to share a wife.”
She shook her head. “Wife? How does that work?”
Brody shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess you couldn’t legally marry both of us, but we’d all know you were our wife. The world would know too, ‘cause I ain’t hiding it.”
Jace stroked her again, seeming to find the seam of her pants enthralling. “Me neither. You’d be our woman, and everyone would know.”
“People will talk.”
“They always do,” said Jace, sounding unconcerned.
She bit her lip, so tempted to at least try what they were suggesting. “Our folks would freak.”
Brody gave a half-shrug. “They’ll adjust. A few grandbabies will soften them right up.”
She blinked. “How do we have kids in a relationship like this?”
“The same way as any other people, honey.” Jace pressed against her clit. “One of us puts a cock in your sweet little cunt and fills you until you get pregnant.”
“So crude,” said Brody in a teasing tone, “But that sums it up, Cady-did.”
“But who would be the father?”
Jace shrugged. “We could take turns or leave it to fate. I don’t really care. Brody is closer than a brother to me. I’d have no problem with his kids calling me Dad.”
“Same here, as long as you’re their mother, Cady-did.”
Her head whirled. “I…I need time to think. Could you please drive me home?”
Jace and Brody shared a long look before both nodded. “If that’s what you want,” said Jace.
“Just don’t make us wait too long for an answer, love,” said Brody. He squeezed her hand before releasing it with obvious reluctance. “We’ve waited too long as it is.”
*****
Cady’s mind was still reeling when she let herself into her small house. She’d retrieved her car from the bar after Jace dropped her at Maverick’s, so there was no reason she couldn’t go into the shop. Still, she found herself reaching for the phone, first to dial her manager to cover the small gas station she owned, and then to dial Ella’s number.
Her friend answered on the third ring, sounding sleepy. New York was a couple of hours ahead of them, but it was still early for someone on vacation. “Hey, sleepyhead,” she teased in lieu of a more conventional greeting. “It has to be eleven there.”
“Eleven-eighteen,” said Ella around a yawn.
Her voice on the line helped soothe some of Cady’s jangled nerves. “What time did you and Mr. Right make it to bed last night?”
“He dropped me off at my hotel room at midnight,” she said primly, before giggling. “Adam had an early meeting this morning.”
“So, have you and he…?”
“No, not yet. We just met in person a couple of days ago.” Ella’s voice dropped to a confidential pitch. “I’m planning to have sex with him tonight.”
“How unlike you.”
Ella laughed. “I know, but I figure if I’m thinking about moving to New York to be with him, I’d better know everything about us together, as a couple. I’d hate to uproot my entire life and end up incompatible in bed.”
“Yeah, you wouldn’t want anything kinky.” Like a threesome. The words hovered on the tip of her tongue, and she knew she’d have to summon the courage to bring it up before long. After all, she had called Ella for advice, so she’d have to tell her all about it soon enough.
“Oh, some kink doesn’t bother me.”
“Me neither apparently.”
She could easily imagine the way Ella quirked her eyebrow as her friend said, “What’d you mean? Did you and Garrett do something totally out-there?”
A harsh bark of laughter escaped her. “Garrett is totally out-there, as in out of my life. I caught him screwing his neighbor. You know the one who’s only a sophomore in college? I guess she has daddy issues.”
“Gross,” said Ella. “He’s forty, right?”
“Forty-one.”
Sympathy laced her voice. “I’m so sorry, sweetie. I know you were thinking he was The One.”
“No, not really. I was settling on him as The One. There’s a difference.” That realization had come to her on the drive back from the ranch. Garrett had seemed to be her last chance at a husband and family, so she had clung with both hands long past when she should have let go. In retrospect, it was easy to see what a louse he was.
“I’m glad you didn’t get your heart broken.”
“Nope, I got laid instead.”
Ella gasped, and then giggled. “Really? How unlike you.”
“Yeah, really unlike me. They made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.” She held her breath, waiting for Ella’s reply.
“They?” Genuine shock laced her tone. “As in more than one?”
“Um, yes.” She didn’t know whether to cringe with embarrassment or giggle with delight at the confession.
“Whoa. How many?”
“Two.”
“Guys?”
“Ella!” She hadn’t done something that far out of character, right?
Her friend’s shrug was practically audible. “Well, it could have been a guy and a girl. Two girls, one guy are the most common threesomes from what I’ve heard.”
“Oh, well…no, two men.”
Her rich chuckle filled the line. “I’m so proud of you, though I wish you hadn’t driven to Butte after your breakup. That’s a long drive when you’re so emotional.”
“I didn’t. I went to Maverick’s.”
A long silence filled the line.
“Ella, are you there?”
“Yeah,” she said in a strange voice. “It was my brother and Brody, wasn’t it?”
“What?” Cady reeled back a step, furtively looking over her shoulder, though she knew no one was in the house with her. “How’d you guess?”
“Oh, hon, it’s pretty obvious my brother is crazy about you and has been for ages. Since he and Brody are practically a matched set, it was the reasonable conclusion.”
Warmth suffused her. “You think Jace is crazy about me?”
“Please. He has been since his senior year. We were juniors. Remember?” She paused for a moment, as if awaiting confirmation, but didn’t allow Cady to give it before she started speaking again. “It was all he could do to keep from drooling at the sight of you in your winter formal dress. If you hadn’t been hanging all over Les Warren, I’m sure he would have approached you then.”
She snorted. “Ha. He was hanging all over Becky Turner, and Brody was glued to Mary Hanks.”
Ella crowed with laughter. “Oh my god, you remember their dates too. Have you been nursing a secret crush all these years?”
“More than nursing, and more than a crush,” said Cady in a serious tone, ready to admit the truth, both to her friend and herself. “I’ve been half in love with them all my life too.”
“Love?” Ella sighed. “So, it’s serious?”
“It could be. They want me to marry them.”
She made an odd noise. “How does that work, Cady?”
Cady sighed deeply. “I’m not sure. I guess we’ll figure it out as
we go.”
“So, you’re going to do it?”
She hesitated a long second. “Yeah, I guess I am. We aren’t getting married right away, but we’re going to see how things progress.” Hadn’t she already made up her mind back when they proposed the unorthodox relationship? She just hadn’t been ready to acknowledge it yet. “What do you think?”
“I think it’s crazy and all kinds of wonderful. If you’re all happy, that’s all that matters to me.”
Tears stung her eyes. “Thanks, sweetie. You’re the best friend in the world.”
Ella sniffed, as though trying to fight back tears. “I guess I’ll be your sister pretty soon too.”
“Yeah, probably,” she confirmed in a thick voice before clearing her throat. “You’ve been my sister forever. We’re just maybe making it official.”
“Congrats, hon. Name your first child after me.”
With a laugh, she said, “I’ll have to check with the guys first.” A few moments later, she and her friend hung up. Cady put the cell phone back in her pocket, suddenly feeling light and carefree. Ella had taken the news with aplomb. While she didn’t expect everyone else to be so accepting and open-minded, at least in the beginning, having her best friend on her side, and her lovers at her side, made all the difference. She could be brave and seize what she wanted. To hell with anyone who thought they were doing something wrong.
Whistling a jaunty tune, she scooped up her purse, fished out her keys, and left her house. It was a beautiful day for a drive, and she set off in the direction of the ranch. Toward her new home and the two cowboys waiting there for her.
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