by Paige Tyler
Heather gave him a sexy little smile and got to her feet. Then she pulled him down for a kiss.
“Just to let you know. You taste good, too,” she whispered.
Licking her lips, she moved beneath the spray to rinse off, then stepped out of the shower and walked over to where Clint was waiting, leaving Blaine to play voyeur this time.
Clint was hot and hard and throbbing, and she dropped down in front of him. Rather than slowly run her tongue up and down his shaft like she’d done to Blaine, she took him in her hand, then closed her lips around the head and took his entire length completely in her mouth.
Her husband let out a throaty groan and slid his hands in her long hair, guiding her as she moved up and down on him. Heather sucked on him greedily, sliding all the way up to the tip of his cock and swirling her tongue over the head before taking him deep again. She repeated the move over and over, following along with her hand and squeezing his shaft as she went. She cupped his heavy balls in her other hand, lightly caressing them with her fingers as she sucked him off, something she knew always drove him wild.
“That’s it, baby,”
The words were soft and husky, urging her on. She took him deeper and deeper with every bob of her head until he was as deep down her throat as he could go. Then she slid her mouth up his length and did it all over again.
“Oh yeah,” he said. “Make me come.”
Heather quickened her pace, bobbing up and down on his erection while she massaged his balls. He thrust his hips, plunging his cock down her throat every time she took him deep. She moved her mouth faster and faster until he groaned his release. His cum was hot and sweet as it filled her mouth, and she moaned at the taste, swallowing all of it.
Heather slowed her movements, gently gliding up and down on him until his fingers tightened in her hair. Taking her hand, he pulled her upright to cover her mouth with his. She was so caught up in the erotic dance his tongue was doing with hers that she almost forgot Blaine.
She reluctantly tore herself away from Clint to turn her gaze on Blaine. He was regarding them with a mix of awe and lust in his blue eyes.
“That was damn hot,” he said.
Heather exchanged looks with her husband, then grinned at the ranch hand. “Just wait until next time.”
Chapter Four
Heather was all ready to show Blaine exactly what she meant by those words the next night, but the storm that rolled through in the early morning hours brought heavy rains and gusting winds, which meant there was a lot of work to be done around the ranch afterward. Besides mending fences that had gotten knocked down and cleaning out watering holes that were littered with sticks and tree branches, they had to rustle up cattle which had wandered off. As if that weren’t enough, one of the mares had decided to have her foal right in the middle of everything. Blaine had helped birth the colt alongside her and Clint, and Heather noticed not only how skilled he was, but also how caring. When she remarked on it to him later, however, he shrugged and said it was what any good ranch hand would do. Dang. Not only was he great with women and horses, but he was modest, too.
She got to see Blaine’s skill as a ranch hand again the next day when Clint asked him to help break in Ginger, a new horse they’d recently picked up. Ginger was already comfortable being around her husband, and she was glad to see the mare took to Blaine just as quickly. If Ginger hadn’t, the ranch hand would never have been able to break her in.
Just because Ginger was okay with Blaine, that didn’t mean getting the bridle on her the first time was any easier. But Blaine was patient with the mare, gently coaxing the bit between her teeth, then slipping the bridle over her head. He and Clint let Ginger get used to wearing it before introducing her to a saddle. Clint held the reins while Blaine put on the saddle. Or tried to, anyway. Ginger clearly wasn’t too sure about having something on her back, no matter how comfortable she was with the men. Once again, Blaine didn’t rush her. Instead he sweet-talked her into letting him put it on her using soft words and a gentle hand.
As Heather perched on the fence watching, she couldn’t help but be impressed. Not to mention ridiculously turned on by what probably shouldn’t have been arousing at all. But Clint and Blaine had taken off their shirts. Seeing two buff bare-chested cowboys, their muscles glistening with sweat, did that to a girl. Luckily for her, they still had a lot of work to do.
After giving Ginger a chance to get used to the saddle, Clint held the mare steady while Blaine attempted to mount her. She got a little skittish at first, but after thirty minutes or so, the ranch hand was finally able to sit astride her. Blaine reached down and patted the mare’s neck reassuringly. When it came to breaking in a horse, though, getting her used to a rider sitting on her back was just half of it, and Blaine had to mount and dismount several times until Ginger was completely accepting of him. Then the real work began—riding her.
Heather held her breath as Blaine urged the mare to walk forward. A lot of horses instinctively bucked, and Ginger was no different. She took a few steps, then kicked her back legs up.
Heather gasped, her nails digging into the wood fence as Blaine gained control of the horse. She had to admit she didn’t mind watching his gorgeous muscles flex while he did it, but she was terrified he was going to fall off. Somehow, though, he managed to rein Ginger in and calm her down before she could toss him, and soon the mare was walking around the corral again.
Blaine grinned at Heather as Ginger trotted by. Heather smiled back, amazed at how relaxed the mare seemed now. Their new ranch hand definitely had a way with the female persuasion, that was for sure.
Blaine rode Ginger around the corral half a dozen or so more times before he and Clint agreed that was enough for the mare’s first day. Heather jumped down from the fence and hurried over to them.
“Ginger looked great out there.” She resisted the urge to run her hand down Blaine’s sweat-soaked chest and settled for glancing at him as she patted the mare’s neck. “You’re very good with horses.”
His mouth quirked. “I’m good with anything I can ride.”
Heather heard Clint chuckle. She gave Blaine a smile as they walked toward the barn. “How about a further demonstration then? Tonight at the house, around say—” She looked questioningly at Clint. “Eight?”
“Fine by me,” her husband agreed.
She lifted a brow in Blaine’s direction.
He grinned. “I’ll be there.”
“I look forward to it,” she said. “And while I’d much rather stay and watch you two studs flex your muscles for the rest of the afternoon, I need to start dinner.”
She gave Clint a quick kiss, then flashed both men a smile and a wink before reluctantly turning and heading for the house.
Heather was just putting the casserole in the oven when Blaine came out of the barn. His bare chest still had a light sheen of sweat, thanks to the hour he’d spent cooling Ginger down before putting the mare in her stall, no doubt.
Eager for a better view of their new employee, Heather shut the oven door and moved to stand in front of the window above the sink. Outside, Blaine walked over to the spigot and turned it on. She watched as he washed his hands and forearms, enjoying the show he was unwittingly putting on for her when he doused his head and let the water run down his chest. The image made her think of the sex they’d had in the shower the other night, and her promise to him afterward that next time they did it, things would be even hotter.
Her lips curved at all the ways she could accomplish that, but she kept coming back to one in particular. It was hot, it was kinky and it was guaranteed to knock off his cowboy boots.
* * * * *
Blaine showed up promptly at eight that night. Having spent the rest of the afternoon and most of the evening thinking about what she had planned, Heather was already turned on as hell and only barely restrained herself from jumping him the minute Clint let him in. But the anticipation only made what all three of them were about to do that much sexier.
Heather greeted him with a long, slow kiss, then smiled pulled away to smile up at him. “Ready to demonstrate some more of those talents I witnessed today, sugar?”
He grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”
Pulse quickening, she took Blaine’s hand and led him down the hallway, stopping in front of a door at the far end. Clint followed, his dark eyes glinting with excitement. Giving the men a sultry look, she opened the door and led the way down the steps to the part of the house she and Clint affectionately called the “playroom.” The comfortable couch, plasma TV and king-size bed wouldn’t have looked out of place in any finished basement. The spanking implements and bondage gear, on the other hand, most assuredly would. As would the expensive leather saddle sitting on a stand to one side of the room.
Heather turned to see Blaine’s reaction to the sex toys, and found him regarding them with a mix of surprise and intrigue. There was a small smile playing around the corners of his lips, too. As if he was already thinking about which of those toys he’d like to try out. Her pulse quickened.
Unlike last night, Clint was going to participate instead of simply watching, so Heather wasn’t surprised when he took the lead. Coming over to her, he circled behind to wrap his arms around her waist. His erection pressed up against her ass, hard and throbbing inside his jeans, and she felt her pussy spasm in response. Pushing her long hair to one side, he pressed a kiss to the curve of her neck. His free hand found the knot on the sash of her short robe, deftly untying it. She was naked underneath the garment and when it fell open, he ran his hand up her midriff to cup her breast.
On the other side of the room, Blaine devoured them with his eyes as Clint teased her nipple with one hand while cupping her sex with the other. Heather licked her lips, turned on as much from Blaine watching them as she was from Clint touching her.
Her husband brushed her ear with his lips, his breath blowing shivers across her. “Time to mount up, babe.”
At the command, Heather slipped her robe off her shoulders and walked over to the saddle. Putting one foot in the stirrup, she gracefully swung her other leg over the side. But instead of sitting down on the saddle like she would if she were riding a horse, though, she leaned forward so that the upper half of her body was on the seat. The position forced her to arch her back, which put her bare ass up in the air and her pussy on display for the men. It also put her clit in perfect contact with on the cantle, and she couldn’t help grinding against the leather as she made herself comfortable. Then she wrapped her hands around the saddle horn and gave the two men a come-and-get-me look over her shoulder.
Clint walked past her and over to the shelf with the bondage gear. Well, one of the shelves, anyway. She already knew what he was getting, but her heart still beat wildly when she saw him pick up the rubber bit gag. Not only did the horse-style bit go hand-in-hand with the equine theme, but it always got her aroused as hell.
When Clint offered the gag to her, Heather obediently opened her mouth so he could put it between her teeth. A quiver went through her as he buckled the gag behind her neck, and she let out a little whimper. When he was done, he ran his hand down her back and over the curve of her derriere to tease her exposed pussy with his fingers. She lifted her bottom higher, silently begging for more, only to be rewarded with a hard smack on the ass.
Startled, she squealed against the gag.
Her husband chuckled wickedly. “Your pussy will get plenty of attention after Blaine and I tan this gorgeous ass of yours.”
Blaine. She’d been so caught up in what Clint was doing she forgot the ranch hand was there.
She turned her head to glance at him, and caught her breath. Dang, if he didn’t look like he’d just like to eat her right up. And dang, if she didn’t want him to. After her spanking, of course.
Heather held her breath as Clint surveyed the spanking implements hanging on the wall. There were paddles of every shape, size and thickness, as well as straps, floggers and riding crops, so he had a lot to choose from. He must have wanted to keep with the equine theme because he picked the black riding crop with the loop on the end. She trembled just from the thought of him using it on her.
Clint glanced at Blaine, then jerked his head at the remaining spanking implements on the wall. “Take your pick.”
Blaine’s eyes locked with Heather’s for a moment before he walked over to browse the selection. He spent a long time considering the paddles, even taking a few of the wood ones off their hooks to smack them experimentally against his hand, but in the end, he decided on a strap. Two inches wide and made of supple leather, it was one of her favorite things to get spanked with.
Clint crossed the room to stand beside her, where he flicked the slapper at the tip of the crop against his jean-clad leg. Heather blinked up at him expectantly.
“Ready for your spanking, babe?”
She nodded, mumbling around the gag as she presented her ass even higher in the air.
Clint circled around behind her, still slapping the crop against his jeans. The sound only increased her anticipation, and she waited desperately for him to flick it across her derriere. But he didn’t. Instead, he ran the crop along her very sensitive, very wet slit.
Heather sighed against the bit in her mouth. Dang, he knew how to drive her wild.
“Mmm,” he breathed. “You’re already wet.”
She moaned.
“Let’s see if I can get you even wetter,” he said.
Heather didn’t think he’d have a problem accomplishing that. She would have said as much, but the gag made it impossible, so she let out another moan. That must have been enough for Clint because he smacked her ass with the riding crop.
It whistled through the air, falling with a distinctive thwap. She bucked in the saddle at the sting it left, barely having time to catch her breath before her husband flicked her bottom with the crop again. She squealed, wiggling in the saddle. Which made her clit rub against the leather. Which got her even more aroused. When Clint slapped her ass with the crop a third time, she let out a whimper.
Her husband went back and forth from one cheek to the other, flicking the crop slowly and methodically until her entire ass stung from it. When he stopped, it was only so Blaine could take over.
Heather eyed the ranch hand excitedly as he approached. With her ass already stinging from the crop, the strap would feel that much more intense, and she slid back on the saddle, offering her ass to him. His eyes seemed to burn with an intensity she hadn’t seen before. He’d been waiting for this as much as she had.
Even though she’d been anticipating it, when he finally brought the strap down on her ass, she still let out a muffled yelp. Not only did the strap feel completely different than the riding crop, but it was louder, too, echoing in the room as Blaine smacked her other cheek. Whereas the crop delivered a precise sting to a specific area, the strap engulfed her bottom in fire that had her whimpering around the gag in her mouth every time the leather connected.
And Blaine was exceptionally good at wielding the implement. In between alternating from one cheek to the other, he concentrated on the sensitive areas of her sit spots. That really made her squeal. Not to mention got her hot as hell.
Heather undulated her hips, grinding her clit against the saddle. She was so caught up in the pleasure spiraling through her body she almost didn’t realize that Clint and Blaine were now taking turns spanking her. They went back and forth between the crop and the strap so fast she could barely keep track. The combination of sensations was dizzying, and she writhed wildly against the saddle, moaning loudly around the gag as she made herself come over and over again.
When she was done, she lay limply over the saddle, her bottom red-hot and stinging, and her body trembling. Hands cupped her freshly spanked cheeks. She wondered if it was Clint or Blaine touching her, then realized it was both. She moaned as they caressed her ass, only to inhale sharply around the bit gag when one finger, then another slid into her pussy.
“You�
��re so hot,” Clint said.
“And so tight,” Blaine added.
“It makes me want to fuck you,” her husband said. “Blaine?”
“Most definitely,” the ranch hand agreed.
“What do you think, babe?” Clint asked. “Do you want us to fuck you?”
She mumbled her answer around the gag in her mouth, hoping the men would take the muffled sound as a yes.
Her husband chuckled softly. “I reckoned as much. But first you’re going to show us how much you liked the spanking we gave you.”
Heather was pretty sure she knew what her husband had in mind, so she wasn’t surprised when he came around to take the bit from her mouth and help her down from the saddle. However, she was surprised when he tossed Blaine some cotton bondage rope.
“Why don’t you put your calf roping skills to good use and tie up my wife.”
Heather didn’t know which was hotter, the idea of being roped by the hunky ranch hand or that it was her husband who suggested it.
Blaine uncoiled the length of rope, a gleam coming into his eye. Heather’s heart raced. She didn’t know how he planned to tie her up exactly, but something told her it was going to enjoy it.
“Get on your knees,” he ordered.
She did as he commanded, following his with her gaze as he circled around her.
“Put your hands behind your back.”
She obeyed. A moment later, she felt Blaine wrap the soft rope around her wrists a few times, then pull it snug and tie a knot. Assuming he was done, she was about to give it an experimental tug, but the she felt him loop the rest of the rope around her ankles. Bound both hand and feet, she knew she couldn’t possibly wiggle free—not that she would want to—but she couldn’t resist tugging at the restraints anyway. Her struggling only pulled the ropes tighter and made her even more of their captive, which made her predicament more exciting.
A smile tugged at the corner of her husband’s mouth as Blaine tied one more knot in the rope for good measure.
