by Zoey Marcel
He helped her off the equine and leaned her up against the log, enfolding her in his arms for a slow, intimate kiss. The steamy union of their mouths was gentle and mesmerizing. She couldn’t get enough of his mouth.
“I want you so bad,” he whispered as he brushed a hand over her hair.
“I want you, too, so much.”
He hesitated, rather than ravaging her like Jake probably would have after such an amorous exchange of words.
“I want to masturbate with you.”
His request puzzled her. Mutual masturbation was uncharted territory for her, and while it sounded fun and a little adventurous, she wondered why he would settle for that when he could simply have all of her if he wanted to. He had Jake’s permission as well as hers. What was he holding out for? Hunter hadn’t even penetrated her yet. She’d only given him a couple of blow jobs and engaged in a dry-humping session with him.
Melanie offered him a consenting smile and raised her skirt, growing hotter when she saw him undo his jeans. She lowered her damp panties at the same time he pushed his jeans and underwear down his legs to a denim puddle around his cowboy boots.
The devoted stare he gave her naked pussy was flattering, and she couldn’t pry her greedy eyes away from his erect cock. It was touching to know that he’d gotten hard merely from getting her off.
He leaned against the log with her and stroked his dick slowly as he stared deeply into her eyes. The powerful look shot through her like hot lead, burning her, crippling her with wooziness and want. The sensations crackling in her overheated flesh seemed to multiply the longer she held his mind-melting gaze. They alternated between long, invasive stares into each other’s eyes and shameless leering at the other person playing with their privates.
His hard, swollen cock mirrored the pudgy erection of her bulging clitoris the longer she rubbed it.
“I want you to come at the same time I do,” he rasped, jerking his penis faster. “Look into my eyes when you come, or watch me explode all over my hand for you. I’m gonna watch you orgasm from playing with that pretty clit.”
Mellie groaned with bliss, fighting her inevitable climax. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take. “Okay.”
“Are you thinking about me, Mellie?”
“I am. You?”
“I’m thinking about you, wishing I was inside you, emptying myself into you and planting my seed in you.”
What did he mean by that? His comment made her think of babies, triggering the familiar sorrow. She crammed the thought back into the past. She couldn’t go there. Not now.
“I’m coming, angel,” Hunter gritted out. “Come with me.”
She let go and came hard watching him shoot off for her. The possessed look on his face and the impressive geyser of his cum spraying everywhere made her finale that much better.
They didn’t say anything for a while at first, just sat on the log, holding each other while their breathing gradually returned to normal.
“I’m crazy about you, Mellie.” His breath fanned into her hair, warming her scalp as he ran his hands over her back and bare arms while holding her. “If I bought you jewelry, would you wear it?”
That was unexpected. These men were definitely out of the norm.
“I would appreciate it a lot, but are you sure that’s appropriate since I work for you?”
“It’s a gift, sweetness. You deserve it, and I really want to get you a bracelet. I’ll even let you pick it out.”
She did love jewelry. “That would be wonderful. I can pay you back for it when I get my first paycheck.”
“No need. It’s my gift to you. I was meant to give you this, Mellie.”
She would have giggled at the cuteness of his intensity, but he looked dead serious. Sometimes the way he looked at her and spoke to her made Mellie wonder if he wanted her for the long haul.
Chapter Five
“I know where your mind is,” Emmett teased from where he sat on his dappled gray Appaloosa.
Hunter smiled while they rode, checking over the fences to be sure they were still intact. “You a mind reader now?”
“I don’t have to be psychic to know you’ve got that attractive housekeeper on the brain. Have you done the deed yet, or did you change your mind about Melanie being the one?”
“No to both questions. She’s definitely the one, but we haven’t consummated it yet.”
“Better men are guilty of far worse. No one would think less of you for sleeping with her early.”
Hunter heaved a sigh, trying not to dwell on how tempted he was by his angel. “You know I can’t be with her until she agrees to wear the covenant bracelet.”
“Technically you could be with her, but you choose not to for some suffocating level of honor.”
“The cost of going against the regulations and my conscience isn’t worth it, as much as I care about her.”
Emmett looked smug. “You should have been an atheist.”
Hunter rolled his eyes. “Let’s not start that now.”
“Are you sure it’s not desperation from your extended period of celibacy that makes you want to commit to her?”
“If I was a lesser man, I’d hit you in the face for that.”
Emmett smirked. “Clearly I was mistaken. Is it because of our father then?”
“This has nothing to do with pops. We don’t even know if he’s still breathing.”
“He’s alive. The old bull would kick death in the nuts if it ever came knocking for him.”
They rode in silence for a minute while the cool breeze floated over them.
“I love her, Emmett.”
“Then put a ring on it already.”
Hunter glanced at the skepticism on his brother’s face. “You don’t believe that I love her?”
“Your feelings are your own business. I just hope you’re not basing your rash decision on some crazy dream you had a number of times.”
“It’s more than that. We were meant to be with her. I can feel it down deep in my soul.”
Emmett frowned. “Keep me out of it. I’ll help you fuck her if you want, but I’m not going soft over a woman ever again. There’s no need for it.”
Hunter mulled over his thoughts for a spell before opening his mouth again. “Well, that may be the case now, but I’ve got a feeling sweet Mellie will find some way to convince you that she’s the perfect woman for you.”
“She can try, but in the end she’ll turn up empty-handed.”
A slow, calculating smile spread on Hunter’s face. “Or maybe you’ll owe me a hundred bucks when you get yourself engaged to her.”
Emmett grinned. “So you’re going to make a bet out of this? Does a man like you actually gamble?”
Hunter tried to suppress the guilty smile. “It’s not gambling to make a prediction that you’ll pay me money when I prove you wrong. When you analyze it for a little bit, it’s actually more of a prophecy.”
Emmett laughed. “There’s nothing I love more than a good hypocrite. Fine, Hunter, I’ll take your bet.” He suddenly became serious. “When are you going to tell her about the town secret?”
Hunter sobered. “When I’m sure she loves all of us enough to stay with us no matter what the sacrifice.”
Emmett seemed reflective. “And if you supposedly love someone, wouldn’t you rather let them go to spare them that?”
Hunter felt a pang of guilt even though he knew this was right. “I don’t think there’s a citizen of McKenna Downs that doesn’t know that falling in love in this town is a double-edged sword if you’re a woman.”
“You’d be surprised how many are in the dark about it, although most of the town citizens seem to know.”
“I think Mellie will be able to handle it.”
Emmett let out a heavy exhale as they continued to ride. “I hope for your sake and Jake’s that you’re right.”
* * * *
Melanie had mixed feelings about staying with Aubrey. She loved her cousin, but she mis
sed Hunter whenever she left the ranch in the evenings to spend the night at Aubrey’s place.
“There are still some leftovers from last night. Is that all right?” Mellie asked Hunter when he walked into the kitchen.
He looked fit and enticing in his boot-cut jeans and pine-green T-shirt. “That will be fine, sweetness. Would you do something for me if I asked you to?”
“Anything.”
He came up behind Mellie and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck. “I want you to come into the living room, strip down, and lie on top of me while my brother has sex with you.”
The unexpected words sent a shocking punch all over her that picked up her heart rate quite a bit.
“You mean Emmett?” she asked in a shaky voice.
“Yes, ma’am,” he murmured heatedly against her skin in between moist kisses up and down her neck.
His provocative request and the hard ridge of his bulging erection pressed against her lower back sent a warm rush of cream into her panties. The fabric clung to her folds, making her uncomfortable and painfully aware of her own sinful desires.
This type of behavior with her bosses was inappropriate a thousand ways to Baghdad, but she wanted Emmett and feared she might be starting to need Hunter. It felt like more than mere lust with him.
“It sounds very nice, but I don’t have much time.” The excuse left her disappointed in herself for being proper and professional when all she really wanted was to touch them and be touched all over her body.
“I’ll drive you to your cousin’s when we’re done.”
She turned to face him, stomach clenching at how enchanting he was. The sheer male beauty of him in all his hard, rugged glory took her breath away. “I don’t want to put you out of your way. I have a car to—”
He pressed his lips gently to hers to silence her feeble protest. “Do you miss me at night when you leave here?”
She felt torn open by the question as if his patient demeanor had somehow spilled her guts everywhere to be analyzed and labeled. He could hurt her with the truth, make her bleed in ways that would never allow her to clot and heal from the depth of the wound.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“I miss you something fierce when you’re gone,” he admitted. “Do you get hot and bothered when you remember those ménages we had together?”
Goodness, did she ever. “Yeah.”
He grinned at her shy smile with his forehead still matched against hers as they locked eyes with one another. “I want to give you that, Mellie. I want to lie on the floor and hold your body between him and me while he fills you up inside. I need to feel your body against mine and see the look on your face when you come with his cock inside you.”
Her pulse thudded in agreement as he trailed the back of his finger down her collarbone and into her cleavage. Her breasts tingled and felt heavy with the need to be fondled and played with. She meant to answer him, but no words came out.
He placed an arm around her and walked her into the living room where Emmett stood near the stone fireplace…and Diego sat on the couch. Her knees nearly gave out when she realized their ranch hand would be watching them fool around with her. She didn’t know how she felt about that. Her astonishment chased away any discernible emotions at present, but a subtle thrill shimmied through her over the concept of a sexy cowboy watching her take a tumble on the floor with two other good-looking cowboys.
Hunter and Emmett helped her strip, but she caught their hands when Emmett touched her bra clasp and Hunter fingered her panties.
“I’d like to keep these on for now. If you guys don’t mind, could you just penetrate me instead of making me come first please? I have to be at Aubrey’s soon so there’s no time for foreplay.”
“It might hurt if we don’t,” Emmett warned.
“I don’t mind. I doubt it will be that bad.”
She’d been penetrated countless times by both her exes without preparation. It had hurt, but she’d gotten used to it. Surely she could take any of these men without an orgasm beforehand.
The fantasy of being so inflamed by a man that she would rather feel him inside of her than delay penetration for a climax made her hot. Unfortunately she’d been too dry with her exes to make the reality of no orgasm pleasant.
Emmett acquiesced and Hunter guided her to the floor with him. He lay on his back and she got on all fours, trying not to feel awkward with another man just sitting there watching. She heard Emmett lower his jeans and underwear and then put on a condom.
When he aligned his cockhead with her opening, she felt discomfort tug at the place of contact. After a couple of failed attempts, the head of his penis finally wedged into her vagina. Pain ensued. Emmett had been right about the necessity for foreplay, but there wasn’t time for that this evening, and she figured she might get embarrassed if their ranch hand saw her in the orgasmic throes of passion.
She stifled a happy little mewl when Hunter ran laps with his finger around her clit. The squishy nubbin swelled and started to harden, making her convulse with pleasure when she came.
Diego’s eyes watched her, burned a hole into her skin, and simmered her blood.
Emmett’s dick filled her up while Hunter brought on another climax for her. After each orgasm he gave her, Emmett pushed another inch or so of his erection into her cunt until he was buried completely inside her.
Her exes hadn’t been small in the pants, but she should have known that the O’Neil men were just too hung to penetrate her without getting her off first. She almost felt bad that it meant they would never be able to just get right to it. Her pleasure would have to come first or they wouldn’t make it in.
She’d had a quickie with Jake before he’d left, but her feelings and comfort with him had left her soaked even without an orgasm. As wet as she got for his brothers, shyness still inhibited her sometimes since she didn’t know them as well.
These men had the kind of give and take mentality her exes hadn’t. The O’Neils wanted her to enjoy the experience as much as they did. She wondered if that was how all real men acted with their woman or if she was just lucky and what she’d had with her exes would qualify as normal. Maybe it wasn’t normal. Could what she had now with these cowboys that felt so right and fair be normal?
Regardless, in her short time here she’d begun to think that she’d overlooked a little too much with her exes. If a man or woman wanted their partner to go down on them, shouldn’t they return the favor sometimes? Both parties should get to come and if climax was difficult to achieve, shouldn’t patience and communication be utilized by both people until satisfying sex was achieved for everyone involved?
The O’Neils seemed to think so, and it was starting to feel okay to want pleasure for herself and accept their generosity.
Emmett began a gentle thrust for the first few strokes and then his cock seemed to say “to hell with it” and he hammered into her.
Mellie was flattened out on top of Hunter while his brother pummeled her pussy from behind. He’d moved her panties aside just enough to squeeze into her vagina.
Diego sat near her on the floor now, but he didn’t touch her. She couldn’t breathe. His nearness made her as nervous as it did aroused.
“Do you trust me, Mellie?” Hunter wanted to know.
She knew where this was going, or at least she thought she did. “Yes.”
He kissed her head and snuggled her close. “Good girl. Your trust means everything to me.”
Molten slickness oozed from her cunt and trickled down her thighs when he unhooked her bra and slipped the straps provocatively down her arms.
“It’s all right, Mellie,” Hunter cooed as he helped her out of her bra and set it aside. “We love you like this, so soft and beautiful.”
Her body trembled and chills flared up inside her, feeling particularly prevalent in telling shivers up and down her spine. Diego would see her breasts. Would he touch her? Did she want him to? She didn’t know. Raw shock had her by the tits
right now and wouldn’t let her focus on anything but the two masculine bodies holding her in place while they had their way with her.
“Let him touch you, Melanie,” Emmett ground out while he stroked into her. “Let Diego put his hands on you and feel how soft and heavy your breasts are.”
Anxiety slammed into her along with a renewed surge of lust when Diego’s fingertips skimmed lightly down her spine. His sensual touch evoked cold shivers and hot shudders, confusing her fogged brain about the true temperature of her body when three men had their hands on her.
“So beautiful,” Diego breathed, grazing the backs of his fingers down her ribs, waist, and finally her hips.
A cold fit of chills made her quiver, but she felt unwell like she was coming down with a fever. His hooked finger grazed the side of her bare breast. The forbidden touch awakened tantalizing sensations in her tit that made both feel tight and heavy.
“Raise her hips for me,” Diego ordered quietly.
Someone lifted her hips while her upper body remained resting on Hunter’s torso. She moaned when he toyed with her pulsing clitoris and then lifted her chest for a moment when he reached under her to cup the fullness of her squishy breast.
“Such wonderful breasts,” Diego remarked.
“Thank you.” Her words sounded distant and her eyes glazed like she was having an out-of-body experience.
Her G-spot swelled and heated from the smoking friction of Emmett’s long, thick penis rubbing against it. The intensity became bearable, or perhaps her inner walls had toughened up, or her mind had reached a place where she willed herself to take the aggressive stimulation on her hot spot.
Somewhere through the clouded haze, Hunter’s voice crooned to her softly. “You’re doing so good, angel. I’m proud of you.”
His praise spiked her determination to submit to their erotic skill.
“Give it to her gently,” Emmett cautioned. “She’s close to losing it inside, too.”
They read her body with amazing accuracy.
Diego flitted his finger across her gem and traced almost-weightless circles around her clit in first one direction and then the other. He kept alternating back and forth between clockwise and counterclockwise until her clitoral and G-spot orgasms united into an overwhelming siege of soft ripples that flowed through every part of her, powerful and gentle at once.
