Hope Springs (Compass Girls)

by Mari Carr

  Wy groaned. He flexed his hips, feeding his cock through the circle of her fingers.

  Velvet and hardness beneath, he impressed and awed her.

  As Clayton kissed her, someone removed her jeans and the lacy panties she couldn’t explain why she’d selected. Maybe because they made her feel a little powerful. The guys certainly seemed to appreciate the flimsy garment regardless.

  Wyatt held them to Clay’s face. He breathed deep and shivered on top of her, now nestling between her legs. They connected, skin on skin, and she cried out. Every nerve ending welcomed him home. She writhed, maximizing their contact.

  Next, Wyatt walked her blouse up and over her head, tossing it into the grass beside the truck. He slipped his hands around her and unhooked her bra with a practiced flick that inspired a spark of jealousy in her core. That and a whole inferno of need.

  Once he finished, he admired his handiwork. Completely naked, the three of them displayed themselves for the joy of their partners and drank in the sight of the two people who turned them on the most. Their sexy bodies were a feast for her senses.

  Sleek muscles flexed before her eyes. The smell of clean men and even the slight flavor of salt arose on their skin. She touched—and looked and tasted—to her heart’s content while they did the same to her. And each other.

  Until the longing inside her grew. She cried out, needing more though she didn’t know what. Her whole body tensed and released, restless against Clay’s figure over her and Wyatt’s beside her.

  When she looked to Wyatt, a little panicked at the imperative demands of her body, he understood. “We’re going to take care of you, sweetheart. Relax.”

  “Can’t. Need you.” She looked between them both, holding nothing in reserve.

  “You’re going to be her first, Clay.” Wyatt cupped his lover’s cock, stroking reverently along the impressive length, his knuckles skating across Hope’s soaked slit. Still, they both knew he was more manageable than Wyatt’s thick cock. “I’ll be her last.”

  “But…” Clay froze. He swallowed hard. “I’ve never done this before. You know, taken someone’s virginity. I want to make it good for her.”

  “You were the first guy I was with. The only one who’s fucked me. You were as scared shitless as I was. And you were gentle. I’ll never forget that night.” Wyatt’s smoky admission had both the guys’ hard-ons perking up where they nudged her. “I seem to remember coming hard enough I thought I might have a stroke.”

  “Mmm.” Clay rubbed himself against her like a cat. “I do sort of recall that myself.”

  Hope wished she could have seen it. “You’ll have to reenact it for me later.”

  “Much later.” Wyatt rubbed her pussy, drawing gentle circles through the wetness spilling from her, coating her engorged flesh. Then he tugged on Clay, leading him by the cock as if he were a recalcitrant horse.

  He felt as if he were hung like one when the tip of his dick pressed ever so slightly into her softness.

  She gasped.

  Clay leaned down to kiss her with such sweetness, and so completely, that she relaxed. Allowing him to penetrate a tiny bit more. They went on like this, making out and fusing tighter as Wyatt supervised. He alternated his attention between suckling on her breast, taking tastes of her lips—or Clay’s—and doing something suspicious with his hand behind Clayton’s back, between his legs, that she couldn’t see.

  Soon, Clay tried to slide deeper but couldn’t. He froze. “I’m there, Wy.”

  “Good.” The other man took turns kissing each of them, staring deep into their eyes as he shared his soul and promised he was every bit as connected as they were.

  “I don’t want to do this alone.” Clay’s hand shot out. He gripped Wyatt’s wrist and drew it between him and Hope. “You should be here with me.”

  “Can you take a little more?” Wy teased the edge of her cunt where it hugged the very tip of Clay’s cock. Even joining that much with the other man awed her. She held him within her, tight and secure.

  “Yes!” She appreciated their seclusion, which allowed her to shout and whimper and moan as she needed to vent the mounting pressure within her. Already the experience outstripped the orgasms they’d lavished on her in the barn. Or even the power exchange they’d allowed her to witness in their bedroom.

  She’d never felt anything remotely this intense before. Awe dissolved any lingering nervousness.

  Wyatt slid his finger alongside Clayton’s cock, tracing the iron shaft to the spot where his blunt head tucked against the last evidence of Hope’s innocence. A shock of discomfort had her sucking in a lungful of sweet spring air.

  “That’s right. Keep breathing, sweetheart.” Clay leaned over to kiss her senseless. When she blinked up at him, the slight pain had long been forgotten.

  “We’re going to do this together.” Wy glanced up to Clayton. The usually affable man had gone rigid, completely still, poised on the brink of pleasing her even as he inflicted a bit of pain. “It might hurt her some, but we’ll be here to soothe her, comfort her and show her how worth it great sex is. Especially with someone, someones, you love.”

  “You really are learning.” Hope reached for him, rubbing her fingers over his cheek. “I’m proud of you, Wyatt. Now, please, fuck me already.”

  “That mouth—” he bit her lip, then continued, “—is going to get you in trouble someday.”

  “I can’t wait.” Clay quivered between her legs as he watched her spar with Wyatt. They must have turned him on so much he could hardly contain his desire.

  “Then don’t.” Hope felt Wyatt curl his finger, caressing Clay’s cock inside of her.

  The other man couldn’t resist. He moaned, then proclaimed, “I love you Hope.”

  Wyatt advanced with him, plunging beyond her previous limits.

  Sparkles danced in her eyes, competing with the stars above them. Dear God, he’d overflowed her, stretched her to the max. His cock spread unused tissue and surveyed the far reaches of her body in one long, slow stroke. Fully embedded, he paused.

  Wyatt kissed away tears, which she hadn’t realized she’d shed. They streaked over her cheeks.

  Clay crooned to her, telling her how brave she was, how beautiful and how tight.

  She snickered at the last one, causing a delightful shudder to echo through both her and Clay at the movement.

  “Oh damn, don’t laugh. You’re going to make me come like an amateur.” He panted when Wyatt reached between them, seeming to squeeze—hard—at the base of Clay’s cock.

  “Thanks.” Her cuddly lover breathed a sigh of relief and blanketed her body, making their connection as complete as possible. “You fit me so well.”

  “I could say the same.” She ran her hands over his shoulders and across his pecs, adoring the strength in his bunched muscles. Before she knew what possessed her, she’d grabbed his ass and spread his cheeks. “But I think you fit Wyatt too, don’t you?”

  “Technically, I think he fits me better…”

  “Not tonight.” Wy kissed Clay’s shoulder to ease his rejection. “I’d like to come in her, too, if you don’t mind.”

  “I understand.” Clay panted. “But someday soon I want your cock in my ass as I fuck her senseless. I love being in the middle.”

  Hope moaned at the infinite possibilities. Could she do that too? Be sandwiched between them? Maybe not tonight, on her inaugural ride. But hell yeah, someday…

  Before she could inform them of her plans, Wyatt surprised her, presenting his middle finger for her to suck. It felt amazing to draw on his body while Clay began to move, ever so slightly, inside her. Her eyes rolled back and she nearly choked.

  Wyatt removed the digit, now slick with her saliva.

  And suddenly, she knew what he intended. So did Clayton, if his shifting had anything to say about it. He spread his knees apart, and hers in the process, making room for Wyatt’s hand at his rear while he subtly began to glide within her. Slowly, carefully, with all the tender
ness she’d imagined he possessed.

  He exceeded her expectations a thousand-fold, mixing raw need with his sweetness.

  And when Wyatt used that wet finger to fill his partner, supply him with a poor—yet decent enough for the moment—substitute, Clayton took things to a whole new level.

  He rutted against her, cherishing her body even as he used it for his own pleasure. Hope clung to his shoulders, thrilled to be able to bring him the same rapture he infused her with.

  Wyatt seemed to snap. Suddenly he became chatty, rambling mischievous suggestions and oaths of epic proportions to them both. Each lusty phrase acted like a live wire on her system. Knowing she could do this to her men turned her on more. The spiral of need and fulfillment wound higher and higher until she found herself clutching Clay as if he were the only thing grounding her soul to the planet. Without the steady beat of his hips between hers and his shaft massaging her from the inside, she would surely have floated away.

  Wyatt anchored them both with his similar treatment of Clay and his free hand roaming across every inch of her that he could reach.

  “It’s okay to let go,” Wy promised her. “We’ve got you. You’re not going anywhere but up. Again and again. We’re nowhere near done with you.”

  The intensity of her reaction frightened her, but only for a second.

  She stared into Clay’s wide eyes and saw the same ecstasy mirrored there. Never had she dreamed it could be like this. Intimate in ways far more momentous than corporeal.

  “Want him to flood your pussy, Hope?” Wy knew just how much that demonstration would enhance her desire. “His ass is tight on me, clamping down. Especially when I rub him right…here.”

  Clay cursed. His body shook. He went stiff as a board between her thighs. And still…nothing. He wrestled the reaction until he looked in her eyes. “Come with me. Please. Hope, please.”

  Nothing could have held her back then. The next time he ground forward, she instinctively arched her back, presenting her clit to the muscles at the base of his erection. They came together perfectly.

  She exploded. The fullness of her pussy blew away every orgasm she’d had. Either by her own fingers or even Clayton’s mouth last week. Nothing could compare to this.

  And that was before the hot rush of his semen flooded her.

  Once he began to shower her with the proof of his matching passion, she was lost. Spasms wracked her, causing her to wring jet after jet of come from Clay. The poor man seemed almost distressed as his pleasure lingered, making him dance as though electrocuted.

  Wyatt didn’t let either of them off the hook. He continued his steady assault on Clay’s ass until the other man didn’t have a single drop left to pour into her.

  Several times, Hope tried to speak. To explain the euphoria coursing through her. But when Wyatt tapped Clay’s hip and nudged the limp man aside, she realized her education wasn’t yet complete.

  “Hold on to it, sweetheart.” Wyatt rubbed his cock against her still-throbbing pussy. The first contact rasped her over-stimulated nerves enough that she might have decked him if he were closer. “You can do it again. And again. If you don’t let it fade.”

  She didn’t quite believe him, but she was willing to try. Riding that rainbow over and over held so much appeal she feared she could get addicted faster than if it were some of the new mutations of crack or other super-drugs on the market.

  “How sore are you?” Clay lifted his head from where it rested on her breast. “He’s pretty damn big.”

  “It’s okay.” She’d feel them tomorrow for sure. But she didn’t care. In fact, it pleased her to know their presence within her body wouldn’t be forgotten easily. “Better than. Come on, Wyatt.”

  He didn’t hesitate. Slippery from Clay’s come, which overflowed her in decadent trickles, her pussy welcomed him as he burrowed inside her more easily than either of them expected. He had to work at it, but it didn’t hurt. Instead, she realized he’d been right.

  The embers of her lust flared to life, searing them both in the process.

  She dug her nails into his ass and encouraged him to ride.

  But he didn’t.

  Not at first. Instead he nuzzled their noses, simply reveling in the bonding of their bodies, hearts, minds and souls.

  “I could come again just watching you two,” Clay whispered. “You’re perfect for each other.”

  “We all are.” Wyatt kissed his mate before surrendering to the urges of their bodies. He pumped into Hope carefully at first, taking full advantage of the wetness left behind by Clay. “Damn, how long have you been saving that up?”

  “Hey, I can’t help it if you wouldn’t do me. Just thinking about her gets me riled up. It’s been a long week.” He sighed, content. “Never again, right?”

  “I couldn’t give either of you up now.” Wy increased the pace of his lovemaking. “This is where we belong. With each other.”

  Hope amused herself by rubbing her hands over every inch of the dominant man thrusting between her legs. She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him to her core. “I won’t let go. Ever.”

  Clayton joined them, all of them exchanging a triple-decker kiss. The instant their tongues tangled, she lost it.

  With a shuddering cry, she came, smothering Wyatt and dragging him into pleasure with her.

  Clay reached between their legs. Probably to massage Wyatt’s balls as he emptied them into her. The man fucked deep—tight—hardly leaving before pressing all the way forward again. He stayed buried inside her, fused as they both unraveled.

  And still he was hard inside her.

  “Again. You can do it again?” Her jaw fell open.

  He looked beyond their constructed paradise and began to retreat. “Not tonight, you’re not up for it. I don’t want to h—”

  “You can only injure me by pulling away. Remember?” Hope wound her arms around his neck and rolled as hard as she could to the side. Clayton instantly snuggled up to her back. Being cradled between the two men she adored salved any potential discomfort her untrained body experienced.

  She had a lot of time to make up for. And so much to learn.

  They were willing to teach her.

  Finally.

  Epilogue

  Hours later, Hope reached for her phone. Wyatt grunted when she pressed into his ultra-relaxed belly with her elbow. Sometimes she forgot he wasn’t as hard as he looked. “Sorry.”

  He flexed his abs, supporting her easily, and smiled. “You always catch me off guard. But I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

  With the device in her hand, she peeked at the incoming text before they could get distracted again. They’d spent half the night embroiled in lovely diversions already.

  Where the hell did they take you? Are you okay? Do I need to rip someone’s balls off?

  Sterling. Oh boy. “If I don’t answer this, my cousins are likely to scour the ranch until they find us and make sure you didn’t break my heart again.”

  Clayton winced in the starlight. “I’ll do my best never to hurt you.”

  “It’s inevitable.” She kissed Wyatt’s wrinkled brow, then patted Clay’s chest with her free hand. “Do you know how many fights there are on a given day between various members of my family? Hell, I’ve seen my parents’ heads nearly explode before. And no holiday is complete without a couple of my uncles taking a swing at each other. But they always work things out. I’m not afraid of temporary problems. I believe in us. We’ll be fine in the end, even when we disagree at first.”

  Clay lifted her knuckles to his lips and pressed a kiss to them. “With you I’m not afraid anymore. You’d better watch out, Wy. I’m about to get mouthy.”

  “I’m not sure I plan to complain about that. I like your mouth just fine.” Wyatt growled softly and angled himself toward them. A little achy, Hope still felt her pulse picking up at the promise of more fun ahead.

  Another buzz from the phone made her jump, putting a sliver of distance between them.


  “Get under the quilt before you open the line.” Wyatt bundled her between the firestorm created by his and Clayton’s bodies. The blanket had been unnecessary for keeping warm. It made a nice shield for her nudity, though. Too bad if the rash from their five o’clock shadows or the purple circles of their claiming kisses shone through on her collarbones, shoulders and neck.

  She grinned as she punched in the conference number, added her three cousins to the contact group then hit send.

  “Where—?” Sterling answered immediately. “Oh.”

  “Ah, I see the situation is mostly under control.” Jade shook her head as Sienna popped into the upper corner of the display. Nestled against Daniel’s chest, she didn’t seem likely to be moving anytime soon either.

  “What the hell is wrong with this picture?” Sterling addressed Jade, her usual partner in crime. “The two good girls are getting some and we’re sitting at home twiddling our damn thumbs with our little brothers and a ranch hand who’s got no interest in Compton women.”

  Boone laughed from off-camera. “Hey, at least you don’t have to worry about me pawing you. Unless you don’t pass me that popcorn.”

  Sterling grumbled something about never getting laid again.

  Daniel laughed, then patted the other side of his bed. “I’ll make room. Come on over, ladies.”

  “You wish.” Sienna must have pinched something tender beneath the covers as Daniel yelped and went a little purple. “Leave my cousins alone.”

  “Hey, Hope’s got herself a pair. Why not go for three gorgeous women?” He shrugged, the adoration in his gaze as he peered down at his girlfriend making it clear he needed no one else to be happy.

  “You couldn’t handle a trio of Compass Girls.” Jade snickered.

  “Can’t blame the man for trying,” Wy joined in.

  Hope’s heart expanded in her already bursting chest. Not only had she found two perfect men to love, but they fit in perfectly with her family. Her cousins approved. A flash of premonition caught her off guard. She could see them all huddled around—laughing, talking, eating—at a million family gatherings to come. The guys shooting the shit, the Compass Girls plotting devious ways to hook up their baby brothers with women who’d mesh just as well into their ever-expanding clan.