Three in Paradise
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Josh’s jaw clenched and Eli wanted all of Shannon’s attention on the cock inside her and the finger on her clit. Eli pumped his cock in his hand, wanting it hard and smooth to glide in as easy as possible. He lined up his cock head between her cheeks and grabbed her hips, pushing and tugging in tiny movements to let her feel it. When his cock slipped inside, she drew in a sharp breath, clenched for a moment, and her hands tightened into fists against Josh’s chest.
“Give me that pretty ass, darlin’,” Eli said. “Push back.”
She shifted, and he slid deeper, sinking halfway in with a groan. Nothing had ever felt so warm or so tight. Her muscles clenched around him and threatened to steal all his control. Shannon leaned back against him. Josh reached up to play with her breasts, twisting and tugging her nipples. Her chest rose and fell with quick, uneven breaths and then she sat up and began to move.
She rocked between them, tugging against Eli’s cock as she plunged onto Josh’s. Eli pushed his hand between her legs and slid his finger between her pussy lips. She spasmed, lurching toward Josh as she angled his cock deeper inside. Eli circled her clit with slow, steady strokes until she rocked with more purpose. His strokes on her clit became harder and faster, rubbing her nub with a tight friction.
His cock swelled, lengthened, and drove deeper into her. Her muscles clenched him tight, squeezing like a vise, and his balls drew up and pounded, aching with the pressure.
Shannon trembled violently. She hooked her hands around Josh’s shoulders and pushed down hard, driving Josh’s cock deeper into her and then lifted her ass and slammed back against Eli. Eli burst with the sudden movement. He came with a shudder, and his cock released, pulsing in pounding rhythm as warm jets of cum flooded into her. Josh’s head dropped back against the settee, and he tucked his hands around Shannon’s waist, trying to hold her up.
Eli’s forehead fell against her shoulder, and he inhaled deeply, smelling the alluring scent of a well-satisfied woman and the rosy scent that permeated her skin. He’d never felt so relaxed in his entire life.
“Damn, Eli,” Josh said. “I’m dying here.”
Startled, Eli lifted his head. He saw that Shannon had collapsed against Josh and Eli had collapsed against Shannon. Josh had practically disappeared into the settee. Eli roused himself and managed to straighten up. He ran his hands over the soft skin of Shannon’s ass, and she snuggled deeper into Josh’s chest.
“’Tis temptin’ to sleep right here,” she murmured.
Eli kissed her bare shoulder, tasting the salty sweetness of her skin.
“Might be more tempting to sleep on a soft mattress, with a feather comforter and pillows.”
“Like hell she’s sleeping with you,” Josh said.
“I’m willing to share, brother. Just be sure you stay on your own side of the bed.”
Josh smiled. “Believe me, not a problem. But I’m building a bigger bed tomorrow, then digging out the catalogues. Shannon can pick out whatever she needs, and we’ll get it ordered.”
Shannon sighed. “A girl could need no more than this. I’ve got the prettiest spread in Wyomin’ and the two best cowboys a girl could want.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Josh said. “I aim to make our princess happy.”
“The princess is happy as surely as the sun will rise tomorrow.” Shannon peeked out between strands of fiery hair and stared at Eli. A soft smile skimmed her lips. “’Tis me blessin’ to finally get the luck of the Irish. I’ve been waitin’ for that all me life.”
Eli smiled. “And I’ve been waiting all my life for you.”
* * * *
The sun had just begun to rise on the horizon, spreading over the expanse of prairie grass in shimmering rays of golden light. It seemed like a glimpse of heaven, and the view was hers to enjoy every morning now. Shannon turned from the window and got back to work. She scraped the scrambled eggs onto a platter just as she heard the sound of boots on the stairs. Both men ambled into the kitchen. Eli came toward her immediately and gave her a deep, soul-searching kiss that curled her toes and made her wish the sun were retreating instead of rising. Josh waited patiently, nibbling from the platter of bacon. Eventually she heard the tap of his foot. She drew away from Eli and wrapped her arms around Josh’s neck, giving him a smile.
Josh shot a dirty glance toward his brother. “It seems I’m going to have to get up earlier.”
“I have to pry you out of bed as it is,” Eli growled.
“Not any more. I have something worth getting up for.” Josh snatched another bite of bacon from the platter. “Breakfast.”
Shannon’s brow furrowed, until she caught the wink Josh directed at his brother. She smacked Josh’s arm, then giggled.
“Give me a kiss, you big tease.”
He grabbed a piece of bread. “I wasn’t kidding about the breakfast. I’m starving.”
“Dig in then. What’s holdin’ you back? ’Tis surely not me since you can’t be bothered to even give me a kiss.”
Josh grabbed her, bent her over his arm and gave her a hearty smack on the lips. When he swung her back up, she reeled with dizziness.
“She’s a bossy little britches,” Josh said.
“Exactly what you need,” Eli said.
Shannon went toward the coffee pot. “Bossy I may be, but still I’ll be needin’ a task. Cleanin’, cookin’, and sewin’ are fine, but ’tis in me mind to do somethin’ more—”
“Don’t forget the fucking,” Josh said.
“As if I could.” Shannon’s face flamed with heat, and her voice lowered to a whisper. “Or want to.”
Eli held up his cup and Shannon poured him some coffee. “There’s plenty to do around here. Take a few days to explore, get to know the spread and I’m sure—”
Shannon held up her finger as a scratching noise filled her ears. “What in the devil is makin’ that noise?”
“It’s Lucy,” Josh said. “She got a whiff of the bacon.”
Shannon frowned. She glanced between the men. “Who’s Lucy?”
“Our dog,” Eli said. “She generally stays inside, but since we’d gone to Cheyenne, we’d—”
“A dog? You have a dog and thought to keep that from me?”
Shannon spun around and ran to the door, yanked it open and fell to her knees. A black and white dog lunged toward her, knocking her on her ass and licking her face until her skin oozed with dog spit. She dug her fingers into its coat, feeling the silky warmth and fell back, letting the dog crawl all over.
“I love dogs! I’ve had dogs all me life.” She cupped Lucy’s face in her hands and gave it a little shake. “You are just the prettiest dog I’ve e’er seen. And so smart. I can see it in your eyes.”
Josh laughed. “If you like dogs, you’ll love the puppies.”
“Puppies!” Shannon bolted upright, and the dog tumbled from her lap. Not to be deterred, Lucy climbed back up and settled into the folds of Shannon’s skirts.
“Six puppies,” Eli said. “They’re in the barn right now. And they all look like Lucy.”
Shannon struggled to her feet, then gave the dog a vigorous pet. “She’s a beauty. And she’s exactly the type o’ dog easy to train.” Shannon smiled and rubbed her hands together. “Smart. Energetic. Happy.”
She slapped some bacon and eggs onto some bread, ignoring their raised brows. She tossed Lucy a piece of bacon and started toward the door. Eli caught her arm.
“Easy to train? Smart? Happy? What the hell are you talking about and where are you going?”
Shannon laughed. “To the barn. I’ve found me callin’ and have work to do.”
Josh shook his head. “What kind of work?”
“Trainin’ our dogs o’ course!”
“Training them to do what?” Eli asked.
“Herdin’, silly cowboy. There’s little difference between sheep and cows. I spent o’er half me life on a sheep farm, and if there’s one thing I know how to do besides cleanin’, ’tis herdin’.”
Josh
leaned toward his brother. “That explains the outstanding whistle.”
Shannon patted her skirt. “Come on, Lucy girl. I’ve caught me some more Irish luck. ’Tis a wondrous place this Wyomin’.”
Lucy flanked her as Shannon raced toward the barn. She’d heard stories of Paradise all her life, but never dreamed it would be this perfect.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Amber Carlton's love of romance began when she read The Passionate Adventures of Angelique. Amber is entranced by all things historical, but has a special fascination with English and American history. She lives in the present but loves to write about being "elsewhere."
Her obsessions include the writing of Stephen King, Philip J. Fry and his friends on Futurama, the world of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and watching cheesy movies on Syfy.
Amber has two sons and currently lives in Ohio with her boyfriend and dog.
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