“Yeah?”
“Let her set the pace. You’re so busy trying not to hurt her, you may not be reading her signals right. If she wants you to let loose a little, I think you should. It would make her happy.”
“Her happy with us makes it more difficult to leave.”
“Now you’re catching on.”
“That’s pretty manipulative, isn’t it?”
“I prefer to view it as outcome management.”
They discussed the mechanics for a bit longer until Chris seemed to have grown more comfortable with that eventuality. Once the steaks were done, he pulled them off the grill, along with the corn, and they carried the food back into the kitchen.
Julián frowned as they listened to the voices in the living room. Not one man, but two. Roger must be involved in the conversation. He knew that Gwen saw Roger as the savior of the family ranch, but Julián wondered, not for the first time, what Roger’s angle was.
Chris looked at the kitchen floor as he leaned against the counter.
“Dad, we’ve been over and over this—”
“I just think you’d have a different outlook if you came home, Gwen, sweetie. I feel terrible for letting you leave like you did. I wish I had never suggested you go back out on the rodeo circuit. If you came home, you’d see you don’t have to do that. We’ve got everything all sewn up.”
“I don’t have a home anymore, Dad. I’m trying to rectify that right now. How else can I get the money I’d need to pay Roger back?”
A different, deeper voice spoke this time. “Darlin’, there’s a way around that. We just need to sit down and talk about it face-to-face.”
Roger Bedford.
Chris’s eyes flashed and Julián felt a corresponding wave of possessiveness to match what was showing in Chris’s eyes. Because they didn’t want her to think they were standing there eavesdropping, Julián began pulling dishes, glassware, and flatware from the kitchen cabinets and drawers for the meal.
“Is someone else there with you?” Roger asked. “You never did tell me who you were staying with.” Julián glanced up and caught Chris’s frown at Roger’s proprietary tone.
“I’m staying with friends at the Cook Ranch.”
Good answer, love. Julián had a feeling that if she shared more information that it would only further complicate matters. As much as he wanted to help her financially in this situation, he was smart enough to realize how much it pissed her off to have people horning in trying to save her, and telling her what to do in the process.
“What friends?”
Gwen skipped a beat before answering, and Julián wondered if it was because she was sipping her margarita or if she was counting to ten so she didn’t bite that guy’s head clean off.
“A fellow competitor I’ve known for several years on the rodeo circuit and a brand-new one I’ve only just met. Don’t worry, they’re very protective. I’m in good hands. Not that I don’t know how to take care of myself.”
A grin crossed Chris’s face as he rubbed the diminishing knot on his forehead.
“All of this is unnecessary, darlin’. You being away from home. Going out on the road.” His cajoling tone rankled Julián.
“It’s my only option, Roger. And stop insisting I ‘come home.’ I can’t until I get my home back. I appreciate the offer to stay with you at your ranch but that’s not my home.” Julián sensed aggravation in her tone. “Daddy, it smells like supper has been brought in from the grill and I’m starving. I’ll talk to you next week?”
Sounding resigned, her father replied, “Okay, honey. We’ll let you know when we can come for a visit—”
Irritation was clear in her tone when she cut him off. “Okay, Dad. Bye, Roger.”
“Bye, darlin’—”
She ended the connection on his last syllable, the internet calling service making its distinctive “end call” sound effect, followed by the sound of the laptop closing. She was done for the evening.
Chris and Julián glanced at each other and Julián put his finger to his lips. It sounded like she needed to be allowed to let off steam. Chris nodded. Julián smiled, thinking that Chris had been quieter in the last three days than he had been all last year.
“Everything okay?” he asked when she moseyed barefoot into the kitchen muttering to herself with her half-empty margarita glass.
Her lip pooched out as she nodded. “Everyone insists on babying me and rescuing me. I am a grown woman and I can take care of myself.”
He couldn’t deny that he wanted to do the very same things but he didn’t dare admit it. Chris wisely said nothing and opened his arms, understanding in his eyes.
He’s learning.
Chris whispered to her, “Sorry, dar—I mean, sorry, Gwen.”
She pulled away from him and frowned. “I don’t mind if you call me darlin’, Chris.”
Chris hesitated but continued. “I heard him call you that.” His lip curled as he said it.
“You picked up on that too? I’ve known him for a couple of years since he bought the place next to the Bucking H but he didn’t start calling me ‘darlin’’ until recently. I like it when you call me that, Chris. Okay?”
“Okay, darlin’. Or I could just call you Elmer Fudd. Bet he never calls you that.”
Gwen smiled up sweetly at him as she slipped her fingertips into his waistband. “No, you’re the only one who calls me that”—she suddenly jerked her hand in an upward motion—“wedgie-boy.”
Chris jerked into a rigid stance. “Hey! That’s not nice.”
Gwen laughed out loud and reached for his fly. “Here, I’ll help you fix it. Hurry before circulation is cut off.”
“I’ll fix you instead,” Chris growled as he circled her waist and lifted her off her feet, tickling her ribs until she squealed for mercy. Even tussling with her, Julián could see that he was being gentle. This was Chris’s way of distracting her and cheering her up, and it seemed to work.
By the time they were done, Gwen also had a wedgie to work out, and they were locked in a passionate kiss, her feet still suspended over the floor. When she pulled back from him, with rosy cheeks, she looked happier. Chris smiled up at her as she leaned down and closed her mouth over his lower lip and sucked on it like it was a juicy piece of fruit.
“You’re getting me hard doing that and wiggling against me. We need to feed you first before any shenanigans.”
“‘Shenanigans.’ Is that what we’re doing later?”
“Yup,” he replied easily as he set her on her feet.
After they’d helped each other adjust their clothing, they all took seats at the table and enjoyed their meal.
“How does it look over at the Wilson place?” Chris asked as he cut into his New York Strip.
“It’ll keep me busy, for sure, but I know I can handle it. Barring any problems, the evenings should be pretty quiet.” She glanced from one to the other of them. “I’d love your company. It’s pretty quiet up there and I’m sure I’ll get lonely.”
Chris murmured, “You’ll have us to keep you busy in the evenings.”
“Good.” Gwen smiled at Julián from across the table and he startled a little when he felt her little bare foot slide along his inner thigh. He placed a hand in his lap and stroked her instep until she shuddered lightly at the ticklish touch. He got lost in her blue eyes as she took her last bite of steak, and he recalled what he’d told her he wanted to do to her that evening.
Chris jerked in his seat beside her and she turned her gaze on him and smiled.
“Playing with fire there, darlin’,” Chris growled. Julián could see her upper arm as it slowly moved side to side, leading him to believe that she was feeling Chris up as well, all while still sliding her foot up his inner thigh until she reached his crotch. A groan rumbled inside his chest as he rubbed his hardening dick against her flexing toes.
She smiled and bit her lip as she looked from one to the other. “My belly may be full, but my appetite is growing.”
“What are you in the mood for?” Julián asked as he sipped from his beer and slid his fingertips up her ankle inside her jeans, raising gooseflesh with his light touch.
“I want to start with what you said you’d do to me tonight…and we’ll go from there,” she murmured.
Chris stood from the table and stalked to the kitchen to scrape his plate.
Gwen spun in the chair and the disquiet in her voice was plain as she said, “I meant you too, Chris.”
He sauntered back to the table with a toothpick between his lips and braced his hand on his chair as he smiled. “I know, and I can’t wait to get started, darlin’.”
A soft breath left her and she smiled brightly at him. Julián was even encouraged by his self-confidence. She looked him up and down, heat growing in her eyes as she focused for long seconds on the growing bulge at his groin and said, “Bring it on, Captain Caveman.”
Chris burst into laughter then growled at her, lifted her out of the chair. He put her over his shoulder and popped her square on the ass.
“Ow! You brute! Don’t bounce me! Don’t bounce me!” Julián followed them, enjoying the sound of her squealing laughter as he evidently tickled her some more. “I’m gonna pee on you!”
“Better not!” Chris burst into laughter as he carried her into the bedroom.
Julián watched as Chris undressed her and tickled the bottoms of her feet, pleased that they’d distracted her from her worries. He planned for them to keep her distracted for the rest of the evening.
Later in the shower, she stood between them under the spray and rested her cheek against Julián’s chest while they washed her hair. “I know I can handle it, guys.”
Chris massaged her scalp, and she moaned as she tilted her head back in his hands. “Darlin’, we know you can handle it. It’s a question of preparation. Do you trust us?”
“Of course.” The assurance in her voice was encouraging. Julián groaned, along with Chris, as she wrapped her hands around both of their hardened cocks. He’d been aching for her the whole time they’d pleasured her on the bed and now his shaft tingled as she touched him, swiping her thumb across the supersensitive underside of the head. For a moment he forgot what they’d been talking about.
Chris filled in the blank for him. “Then trust us to know how to prepare so you don’t get hurt. We’ll buy butt plugs to get you ready for my cock. If you couldn’t have a ménage tonight, what would you like?”
She tilted her head and let the water rush over her hair, rinsing the shampoo out as she turned to face Chris. After wiping the water from her eyes she traced her fingertips over the tribal markings that decorated Chris’s shoulders. “Can I have Julián’s cock in my ass and your cock in my pussy, separately? I’ve had anal sex a couple of times, so as long as you use lube it’ll be okay.”
The smile she turned on Julián assured him that he’d give her just about anything she asked for. It was likely that she could handle a ménage that night but he believed baby steps were best for all of them.
Enjoying the satiny feel of her skin under his hands as he slid them down her sides to her hips and her ass, he kissed her shoulder and murmured, “Want my cock in your tight little ass, love?”
Gwen murmured her assent and rubbed the sexy ass in question against his throbbing cock. “Very much, Julián.”
Julián let his fingers stray into the cleft of her ass and enjoyed her shudder and the way she arched her back, presenting her backside to him. She hummed as he slid a fingertip over her rear opening. She flexed against him as her eyelids slid closed and she laid her head against Chris’s chest. Chris held her to him, as Julián reached for the lube on the top shelf of the shower.
Chris looked amused when he saw it and nodded approvingly, tapping his head with one finger and then saluting him. Julián wet his fingers liberally with the lube and then sought her asshole again. She moaned as he massaged the tight ring of her anus and she breathed against Chris’s chest, clinging to him as he pressed for entry, focusing the whole time on her pleasure and arousal.
He hadn’t known if she was an anal virgin or not but he was determined to obliterate any other experience she’d had from her mind, so that she was filled with only thoughts of them and how well they cared for her.
Her voice was soft and needy as she whispered, “Julián.”
“Is it good, love?”
He continued massaging the sphincter, waiting for her assent.
“So good.” She arched against him and flexed her hips to take him farther, and he smiled at her signal. Chris stroked her hair and watched her face as she took her pleasure, and then turned his gaze to Julián. They were developing a knack for nonverbal communication and Chris’s eyes showed that he was happy with their progress. He tilted her chin up and kissed her then murmured, “You’re one hot woman, Gwen Henderson. I can’t wait to fuck you but I also can’t wait to watch Julián sink his cock into your pretty little ass. Can’t wait, darlin’.”
Julián teased her for a while longer, lubed his fingers a bit more, and then slid his other hand down to the damp curls covering her pussy and sank two fingers into her luscious wet heat. His fingers slid easily and he delighted in her gasp as he pumped his fingers in and out of her.
When she tightened her hold around Chris’s waist so she could flex harder against Julián, he chuckled as she tried to take his massaging fingers into her ass. “So impatient.”
Pooching her lip out in a pout, she whimpered. “Please?”
Holding her steady, Julián curled his fingertip against her asshole, pressing for entry as he stroked her clit with fingers slick with her juices. She moaned loudly and shuddered as his finger sank to the first knuckle, and he gently pumped several times before withdrawing it and pressing against the muscle with two fingers.
“Oh! So good!” Her cheeks were rosy and Julián could feel the tension building in her shuddering body. “More. Yes.”
He pressed forward and slid two fingers into her ass, and her breath left her in an ecstatic gasp as he slid both fingers deep. He pressed his lips against her shoulder and reveled in her warm, responsive body, seeking to give her as much pleasure as he could.
“Please don’t stop!”
He pumped two fingers into her pussy and held his thumb over her clit, applying light pressure while sliding two slick fingers in and out of her ass in a careful rhythm, mimicking what he wanted to do to her in a ménage. His fingers seesawed in rhythm in and out so she was always filled.
Over the noise of the spray, Julián said, “I’m going to take you to the bed. I’m laying you on your side, getting behind you, and pulling you onto my cock.” A keening moan started in her throat as he spoke. “I’ll spread you wide open and let Chris watch every sweet bit of your cunt and ass as I fuck you.”
Chris hissed softly but held her securely for Julián as her body tightened on his fingers and she cried out as the orgasmic contractions in her cunt and her ass took hold. He stroked her through every strong, wet pulse until she quivered between them, panting and whimpering.
“Oh, baby,” she whispered as she trembled and tried to reach for him. He brushed another kiss over her shoulder. “Thank you.”
His cock ached to do exactly as he’d described and he breathed deep, trying to rein himself in a bit. With the last trace of soap gone from the three of them, he shut off the water. She was still shaky as he helped her from the shower and drew a towel around her to dry her off. She smiled at him and took the towel as he pulled out two more for him and Chris and dried off as well.
“Feel good?” he asked as he leaned in for a kiss as she towel dried her long golden locks.
She gave him a kiss and smiled. “Very. You’re good with your hands.”
After hanging the towels, he drew her to the bed and grabbed condoms and the lubricant and tossed them on the bed after Chris had pulled down the covers. Julián piled the pillows in the center of the headboard, sheathed his cock in a condom, and then said, “On yo
ur right side, so you’re facing Chris, love. We like to watch you take our cocks.”
Chris’s only response was a soft growl as he lay on the bed where he’d be able to see well. She reclined on the pillows and waited as Julián pushed in close behind her hot, trembling body on her left side. He wrapped his arms around her body from behind, enabling his access with both hands and giving her an anchor, and whispered, “Ready for my cock, love?”
Chapter Thirteen
Lust welled and overflowed inside her at his huskily voiced question. The sensation exploded when he lifted her left thigh and draped it over his propped-up left knee. Doing so opened her wide so Chris would be able to see every inch of her as Julián fucked her ass. Practically vibrating with tension, she tilted her head and gazed up into Julián’s handsome face.
“Ready.”
He tilted her head back to rest on his chest, and the hand which was resting on her knee slid so slowly down her exposed inner thigh that her cunt clenched and ached as she anticipated his touch there. Staccato gasps left her lips as he traced his fingers over her pussy in a teasingly light caress. He picked up the bottle of lube with the other hand and poured a generous amount onto his fingers which he then slid over her back hole which was just as exposed in this position. His cock throbbed against her backside and she was caught up in the decadence of the interlude.
Chris settled comfortably and hardly seemed to blink as he watched, his cock twitching every so often against his abdomen where it rested, stiff and proud. He gazed at her as though she was some glorious thing, and not just a flawed woman, making her feel beautiful and desirable. Beyond merely fuckable. Chris looked worshipful and it made her fall a little harder for him. Men didn’t normally look at her like that.
Julián laid the lubricant aside and played her like a musical instrument, with both his arms around her, both hands at play. He stroked her cunt with one hand, while the other hand revived all those nerve endings in her ass that had gone wild just minutes before. All the while, he laid luxuriant kisses up and down her throat and along her shoulder, inducing fine rivulets of shivers that traced over her skin and centered between his hands.
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