The Divine Creek Ranch Collection Volume 4

by Heather Rainier

  She trembled against him and moaned as he stroked her back opening and Duke teased her pussy. Even though they stood in cold water, Gage felt like his blood was rapidly heating to boiling point. “Angel, I need you.”

  “Come back to the tent with us, Emma. We have everything set up,” Duke said as he gazed into her eyes.

  She closed her eyes again and nodded in what seemed liked relief. Need was something the three of them had in common. Gage wrapped his arm around her back and the other under her knees and lifted her from the water. She gasped and her arms tightened around him, but she didn’t protest. She gazed into his eyes as they strode from the water.

  Gage loved the seductive side of Emma, but carrying her protected her feet and took away the worry she might feel about stepping naked from the water. He thought she was perfect just exactly the way she was, but he could respect her feelings because he was embarrassed by his scars, though not so much around Duke or her. He didn’t want to cause her that worry and ruin the mood. Once they were within the thickly forested campsite she would probably feel less exposed.

  “I put a towel in my bag,” she said once they were under the cover of the trees.

  A warm breeze blew through the oaks and cedars, and shade dappled their picnic area. Gage placed her carefully on the cement slab the wooden picnic table was anchored to, and she reached in her bag where they’d placed it earlier. She gazed at them standing naked waiting for her as she dried off. When Emma stared at his cock and licked her lips, Gage groaned and reached down to stroke himself. He was as hard as he’d ever been, and the thought of fucking her outside in broad daylight was making him even harder.

  “We didn’t eat lunch,” she whispered as she laid the towel to dry on the picnic table and turned to them. “Want to lie down in the tent? We can eat later.”

  Duke pulled her to him and placed little kisses along her throat. “No, let’s stay out here and eat.”

  “You don’t want to—”

  “Don’t worry. We intend to fuck you, Em. Right after we dine on your pretty pussy.”

  “Oh. I thought you’d changed your mind.”

  Gage said, “Never, Emma. Food can wait. We both want you like crazy.” When she shivered, he asked, “Are you cold, angel?”

  Emma shook her head and said nothing more. Duke looked at her beach towel spread on the table and said, “Sit on your towel, Em. Let’s have our little meal al fresco.”

  Chapter Seven

  Emma looked around, and a blush stole over her cheeks. Gage saw the sparks of lust that glittered in her eyes as she smiled at them. “Out here in the open?”

  Almost overcome with hunger for her, Gage nodded then watched as she bit her lip and climbed up to sit on the picnic table facing them with her feet resting together on the bench. Once she was situated, Gage and Duke seated themselves on either side of her closed legs.

  There was a hint of merriment in the sparkling depths of her eyes as Duke asked, “Are you wet for us right now, Em?” At her eager nod, Duke continued. “You’re a naughty little thing for being naked out in the woods with us, aren’t you?” She nodded again and bit her lower lip, letting them know with that telling gesture that they were on the right track.

  Gage slid a fingertip across her tightened nipple and then down her torso to her slit and murmured, “Anyone could see you like this, angel. They could come upon us here in the open.” He raked the top of his knuckle over her outer pussy lips and slick, hot moisture coated it. His dick twitched, and he forced himself to stay where he was instead of diving mouth first on her pussy.

  “Someone might see you letting us eat your pretty, little pussy,” Duke continued as he motioned for her to scoot her tush closer to the edge of the table and rest back on her hands.

  “They might see you fucking me?” she asked with bated breath.

  Duke nodded slowly. “They might watch us fill your pussy with our cocks.” He lifted her ankle and placed it on his outer shoulder so that she was partially opened to both of them.

  “Oh,” she responded weakly, her breath coming in small pants. Her exposed pink flesh was already glistening with her slick, sweet juices.

  Gage urged her a little closer to the edge to give them greater access to their play area and then lifted her other ankle slowly and whispered, “And if they’re very lucky they might watch us take your sweet little ass, too.” He placed her ankle on his outer shoulder so that she was spread just about as wide as she could go. Her pussy was becoming even more drenched with her aromatic honey. “That makes you hot, doesn’t it? Have you been thinking about one of us fucking your ass, angel?”

  She nodded and smiled. “Yes.”

  Duke wet his thumb in her copious juices and began stroking her clit. She arched her back and smiled at him.

  Gage wanted to beat his chest and howl like a caveman at the lust he saw in her eyes. “Have you ever had anal sex before?”

  She panted and shook her head negatively. “I never thought I’d want to but with the two of you I want it very much. It’s one step closer to a ménage.”

  Biting her lip, Emma whimpered as Duke used his other hand to stroke and pet her pussy lips before sliding a single finger into her cunt. The sweet scent of her aroused pussy lingered in the air, making Gage’s mouth water for a taste.

  In the heat of the moment he didn’t want to do anything she might regret later. “Angel, do you want it this weekend, out here, or would you rather wait until you’re in a comfortable bed at home? The first time sometimes hurts a little.”

  Emma vehemently shook her head and pulled them a little closer with her legs. “That sounds lovely but right now all I can think about is having you do whatever you want to with me. I’m imagining someone watching while you eat my pussy and later fuck my ass on this picnic table.”

  Gage could tell Duke was just as inflamed by her words as he was. Duke slid a second finger into her cunt, and judging by the sultry sound she made in her throat, he began stroking her G-spot.

  “Duke.” His name slid out in a long, low-pitched syllable, and both men groaned at the sexy sound of her desire. Her head fell back on her shoulders, her damp hair hanging in locks against her beach towel as the breeze began to dry it.

  Duke softly mouthed, “Lube, condoms, vibrator,” to Gage.

  Gage nodded, realizing they’d come to the table unprepared. He grabbed the needed articles from where they’d placed them in the tent and returned with a hand towel as well. By this point, Duke had his mouth on her, making a feast of her succulent pussy, and she loved every second of it judging by the sexy sounds she made.

  Gage lifted her leg and replaced it on his shoulder as he sat down and watched Duke send her higher and higher. Duke was thorough and took his time, never rushing her as he licked and sucked her flesh slowly until she was muffling her cries with her hand and her juices drenched his fingers and his lips. Her pussy was swollen and brighter pink, and Gage watched avidly as she flexed her hips with each stroke of Duke’s fingers in and out of her cunt.

  To Emma, Gage whispered, “You have the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen, angel. There’s nothing more gorgeous in this world than you spread open for us like this.”

  By this point she was flat on her back, and she reached for his hand to hold. He entwined their fingers and stroked her arm gently, knowing exactly when she crested the wave of her orgasm because she gripped his hand hard and muffled a wail behind her other hand.

  “Oh, Duke,” she exhaled as he fingered her through each pulsing convulsion of her wet cunt.

  Duke looked very satisfied with his efforts and licked her clean with gusto before sitting up and smiling at her where she lay on the picnic table. He signaled to Gage to take his place just as they’d agreed during the week, taking turns to pleasure her even if it meant holding off their own orgasm. They owed her that much for her trust in taking them both on. There would be plenty of time for give and take later. Right now they wanted to make her happy and feel no regrets.<
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  Gage leaned over her, bracing a hand on either side of her. Emma looked beautiful, flushed, and sated. She smiled up at him, and he asked, “Ready for my cock, angel?”

  “Mmm-hmm. Where do you want me?”

  “This table is just the right height, I think. But let’s move to the end so the bench isn’t in the way, though.” He helped her as she sat up and assisted her when she wobbled a bit. He moved the towel to the end of the table, glad she’d packed it because splinters would have rendered this experience less pleasant. Duke helped her to sit on the table once more and held her feet as she scooted as close as she could to the edge. Gage rolled a condom onto his weeping shaft, gritting his teeth at the stimulation.

  The sun shone through the branches, illuminating her flushed face and torso as she watched him. Duke sat beside her on the picnic table, and she smiled up at him and took the hand he offered as Gage lifted her long, satiny legs and wrapped them loosely around his waist and held them there.

  Emma moaned as he maneuvered his cock to her cunt, pressed slightly, and just barely breached her opening. She wiggled against him and said, “I wanted you both so much this week, while you were gone.”

  Gage gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to come before he’d even gotten started because Emma’s slick entrance felt so good. His cock slid into her tight, engulfing heat, and he had to pause and concentrate on not losing it. “I missed you too, angel. I thought about last Sunday night constantly. God, you feel good.”

  He groaned when she clenched her pussy muscles to tug on him as he pulled out. She moaned low in agreement and did it over and over again with each thrust and retreat until he’d broken out into a sweat. He wished he could last all night because what she did to him with that little pussy was addicting.

  Emma practically purred as she said, “My pussy loves you and doesn’t want you to leave. Fuck me, Gage.”

  She reached down to finger her clit, but Duke removed her hand and held something up for her to see. “I got you a little something new for your collection, Em.”

  “Oh!” she gasped as Gage gave her every long, hard inch, and said, “A present for me. You’re so sweet.”

  “I’m going to try it out.”

  Gage slid home, and Duke applied the little clit stimulator to her swollen bundle of nerves at the same time.

  “Oh, yes!” Her pussy clenched hard, and Gage growled in pleasure as her pussy grew tighter and tighter with each stroke until it felt like she ruthlessly fisted him. The muscles in her legs tightened up, her back arched off the table, and Duke leaned down to catch her cries with his kiss as she came violently undone.

  Her pussy muscles rippled and clenched in rhythmic pulses on Gage’s cock. He pistoned faster until he thought he’d scream as a bolt of heat shot down his spine and his whole body clenched in orgasm. Cum jetted from him in searing streams inside her hot, silky cunt. He grasped her hips and leaned forward to rest over her for a moment, needing to feel her skin on his.

  She slid her arms around his neck and pressed soft kisses to his throat as he caught his breath and shuddered with satisfaction.

  The sounds of birds and the river beyond the trees came to him, and he remembered that the three of them were outside, naked, fucking in broad daylight. He glanced up at his cousin, and Duke smiled at him.

  It occurred to Gage that though he had no problems with lovemaking at all, he generally preferred to do it in a dark or dimly lit room. He was self-conscious of the scars his father had inflicted on him as an infant and a toddler. They covered his body, and he hated to make his lovers uncomfortable by revealing them under brighter light. Many times they’d never even known. But Emma knew.

  She lay beneath him kissing the burn scar on his pectoral that Roger Randall had gifted him with, probably for doing nothing more than making too much noise.

  With Emma, none of that seemed to matter. He didn’t talk about what had happened to him to very many people. Even on the night they’d met at the Campbell Lake campground, he hadn’t felt like that was a part of himself he needed to hide from her. He recalled the way she’d laid her hand on his back that night and reassured him, and the gentle way she’d stroked his ass as he’d told her what had happened. She hadn’t felt sorry for him in a way that made him feel pitiful. And she’d let it go after he’d offered an explanation, accepting it as fact and moving on. It hadn’t changed the way she responded to him like it did with others who had found out.

  Here lay the woman he loved, kissing his scars. He let out a shuddering breath realizing that was true. He loved her. He loved her self-conscious little habits, the warmth of her smile, the way she squealed as they’d jumped from the plane, and the way she crooned to him softly as she allowed him to draw close to her beautiful body.

  Maybe it was the fact that they were on this bucket-list quest to live with no regrets, to stop hiding from life and live it to its fullest. Gage was willing to take his life in his own hands that morning and jump out of an airplane for the first time, so he decided to stop hiding from love as well.

  He kissed her and murmured, “I love you, angel.”

  * * * *

  Emma’s heart lurched at his words. She looked up into his green eyes and saw such vulnerability there. She wouldn’t let them make love to her if she wasn’t certain that they felt something for her, but she never expected him to make such a declaration so soon. It felt good to hear him say it prior to her own declaration of love. She didn’t have to wonder if he was saying it just because she’d declared herself first.

  He smiled at her and kissed the tip of her nose. “I know it’s soon but there was no point in holding it back if I knew it was true. I probably could’ve picked a more romantic spot, though, couldn’t I?” he said with a chuckle. Gage tended to be more serious minded than Duke, although Duke had his serious moments as well.

  “I’d rather that you say what’s on your mind than wait for the perfect location, Gage. I love you, too.”

  Gage’s eyebrows knit together for a second. “You don’t have to tell me until you’re sure.”

  “I was sure an hour ago when I was running to you after landing on the ground. I love you both and if I was following your example, I would have told you then. I’m positive that I love you, both of you.” Gage pulled out and removed the condom, and Duke helped her to rise to a sitting position. “Duke, don’t say anything you’re not feeling, okay?” She could see it in his eyes that he was about to speak and needed him to know she wasn’t expecting simultaneous declarations. She hadn’t expected to do more than to check skydiving off her bucket list when they’d picked her up that morning.

  Duke slid an arm around her back and pulled her so her upper body was pressed close to his. “My way of thinking is that I’ve got you both beat.”

  “Huh?” both Gage and Emma replied simultaneously.

  A sheepish grin crossed Duke’s face, and his crooked smile curled up as he glanced at Gage and then looked her in the eye. She looked at him in confusion at his cryptic words.

  He gently stroked her shoulders and said, “I have a confession to make.” He almost looked pained by what he had to say.

  Emma couldn’t imagine what would cause him to look so guilty. “What do you need to confess?”

  “That I’ve been in love with you since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

  Emma frowned and said, “Really? At the lake? I looked like crap after a long day. I was windblown and someone had an arrow in their ass as I recall.” She glanced at Gage and schooled her grin. “I thought it was a gorgeous ass, by the way.” She made squeezing gestures with both hands. “Nice, tight buns. Hard muscles…”

  “Em—”

  “Sorry,” she said with a chuckle as she put her hands to her cheeks. “I was having a moment. So you fell in love with me then?”

  “Not exactly.” Duke looked down and bit his lip as though he were forming his words carefully. “I’ve seen you before then.”

  “Where?”

 
; “At Discretion.”

  “I never saw you at Discretion. I only saw Summer that day. I’ve only been out there one time—” She clapped her hands on her mouth and slammed her eyes shut. She curled up into a tight little ball on the end of the picnic table and hid her face.

  Duke caressed her knees. “Someone had set the shop on fire, and broken in, and assaulted Summer. Gage and I were tasked with keeping an eye on the interior during business hours. We kept an eye on the ladies too, for their own safety. That’s all.”

  “I’m so embarrassed.”

  “Why? I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. Actually neither of us could.”

  Emma looked at Gage, and he nodded. “Where were you?”

  “In the landscaping van parked next to you. It was from there that we monitored the cameras in the store. I know it was wrong but I turned up the volume on the monitor so I could hear you. You giggled at something Summer said and…” She looked up and saw the distant smile on Duke’s face as he reminisced.

  “You had a crush on me?”

  Duke rolled his eyes and grinned. “It was more than that, Em. More grown up. I asked about you one day and Summer must’ve clued in to my interest. She hinted to me that you might be at that particular campground out at Campbell Lake two weekends ago.”

  “I thought she took a lot of interest in which campground I chose for that weekend, when I mentioned it to her. We got set up!”

  “Kind of.”

  Heat filled her cheeks as she remembered reacting to the “Instant Threesome” the first time she saw it. “And you probably saw what I bought at Discretion, didn’t you? You must have thought I was a pervert. Oh! Is that the reason why you both came after me? You thought I’d be interested in a little threesome action?” Duke looked at her as though she’d grown another head, and her shoulders slumped. “That was hypocritical.”