* * * *
He had one chance to make amends and put everything right with Wendy, Jackson, and himself. While Wendy assumed Jackson would be long gone, on the road to the next rodeo, he knew better. There were places riders socialized, and he had a good feeling the cowboy would be drowning his sorrows about now. Wade felt like a royal asshole, but he knew the key to salvation rested in his next moves.
The country-and-western bar was filled to capacity. With the rodeo packing up, the riders and fans were getting in their last bit of fun before moving on. He scanned the room, looking over most of the heads to try and spot Jackson. There were a couple other places he could check before giving up, but this bar was the most promising.
He recognized some faces, but most were strangers to him.
“Laweson, that you?” A young blond who often did seasonal work on his ranch came up to greet him.
“How’re you doing, Carter?”
“Good.” He smiled, patting Wade on the shoulder. He smelled of alcohol. “Will you be needed help with the fall branding?”
Normally he’d say yes. It was a massive undertaking for a herd the size of his, but he wasn’t sure if he’d need all the extra help yet. Everything in his life was on hold, balancing on his next actions. “Not sure yet, but I have your number.”
They separated, and Wade pushed through the throngs of cowboys, the twang of country music drowning out the multitude of conversations. Then he spotted him in a far corner. Jackson leaned over his arms at a dimly lit table, a bottle in front of him.
“They’re not supposed to give you the whole bottle,” he said, standing across from him. Jackson looked up, not bothering to lift his head all the way.
“What do you want?”
“Wendy’s upset with me that you left.”
He shrugged. “Ain’t my problem. You said your piece, and I listened. It’s over now. You won.”
Wade pulled up a chair and dragged it so they were sitting a breath apart. “Listen, I’ve made a mistake.” He took a cleansing breath, hoping the truth would set things right. “I talked to you about money and providing everything Wendy needs, but the God’s honest truth is that I’d give it all up for her. You may not have the financial means that I do, but you love her. You have passion and youth, things I’ve lost long ago.” Wade sat straighter, feeling uncomfortable, but at least Jackson was paying attention now. “I was scared, assuming she’d choose the better man—you.”
Jackson chuckled, twirling the amber liquid around his glass, and watching it with morbid fascination. “I left because you were the better man. You can offer her money, security, and a home. I have nothing to give.”
“If I could trade places with you, I would. I’d give up my wealth to get back twenty years of my youth. It’s no wonder Wendy looks at you with a hunger in her eyes.”
“She looks at you like a woman in love. I’d rather that. I’m the young joke of a cowboy, good for only one thing.”
They ended up talking for hours. Wade joined him in drinking, and reminiscing on childhoods past, farming, the rodeo, and of course, the elusive Mrs. McCay. By the time he paused to find out the time, it was past dinner hour. Wendy would wonder where on earth he’d disappeared to.
“If I go back alone, she’ll skin me alive.”
“You really expect she wants both of us? Surely she’ll have to choose eventually.”
“The woman knows what she wants,” said Wade. “She made it plain that she needs both of us. Are you willing to disappoint her?”
Jackson ran a hand through his hair. “Sharing?” he said reflectively.
“It’s not the worst outcome. I still wonder if that woman is capable of love, but at least she’s not turning us away.”
“I know I love her. If she needs two men to dote over her, then I’ll deal with it.”
Wade was surprised Jackson easily agreed to a ménage relationship. Most men had insecurities or issues with control. It appeared the young cowboy was confident enough in himself to jump in, no questions asked. As for Wade, he’d mellowed over the years. He was only interested in peace and the love of a country woman at this point in his life. He’d be turning fifty soon, so his time for recklessness was behind him.
* * * *
Wendy had paced the shine off her old wooden floors as she waited for a phone call or visit from either Jackson or Wade. She was worried sick. Worried she may never see the young cowboy again, and worried she’d estranged herself from her neighbor. She’d admitted to wanting both men, so the worst of it was in the open. It was such a lewd thing to say aloud. But it’s what she wanted. Even with all the worry, she fantasized about taking Jackson and Wade at the same time , having their lips, hands, and cocks all over her body.
She paced some more. How would she ever sleep tonight if she didn’t hear back? As the daylight hours slipped into evening, the red-and-orange sunset fading to black, she had more than enough time to think and reflect. Wendy wasn’t accustomed to dating or schooled in how to treat a man. She’d been so set on survival and mothering mode, that she forgot all about love, sex, and the delicate bond between a man and woman. Now that she’d been awakened, she had to remind herself of the many changes she needed to undertake. She had to soften around the edges, give as much as she took. If those two cowboys ever showed up on her doorstep again, she’d demonstrate her love for them.
After a quick glance out the window, she walked to the hall mirror. She messed with her hair, arranging it to be the most flattering. Wendy had never given much thought to her appearance, but now she felt the need to be appealing in Wade’s and Jackson’s eyes. She never wore makeup, and jeans were the staple of her wardrobe. Her mind wandered, and then she recalled the summer dress she once wore to her cousin’s wedding. Men appreciated femininity in a woman.
Another half hour later and the bobbing light from a truck pulling up flooded the front window of the house. Her heart leapt. Then the one thought she hadn’t contemplated flashed in her head. What if only one of them came back?
The door knocking sent her pulse racing. “Who is it?” she called out from the other side.
“It’s me, Wade.” She sighed in relief, but also assumed he couldn’t find Jackson. Although her anger for Wade had diminished as she waited, her sadness had increased.
She opened the door and found both her men standing there in the shadows of her porch. Her men? It sounded odd, but also right. They were hers. As soon as she’d emotionally committed to them, she considered Wade and Jackson to be a necessary part of her life.
“He found me,” said Jackson. He looked tired, defeated, and she blamed herself for it.
“Thank God for that.” She stood aside, allowing them entry. Tonight she’d have the house to herself again, and the possibilities had her folds moistening. The men brought the freshness of the night air inside, along with their subtle cologne and hint of alcohol.
Wade stopped dead in front of her after she closed the door. With his cowboy boots on, and her in her bare feet, Wade appeared like a giant looking down on her. His size and rugged masculinity aroused her already hyperaware body. “I’ve never seen you in a dress. You look mighty beautiful.”
“Blue’s your color, darlin’. It brings out your eyes,” said Jackson.
They both assessed her, their gazes roaming up and down the fitted robin’s-egg blue dress. It had spaghetti straps and a plunging neckline. She felt foolish wearing it at her age. It had been wrapped in plastic in the back of her closet for almost ten years. But the way the two men stared, their eyes hooded, lips parted, made her feel like a princess. A young, attractive, desired princess made for two knights.
“I put it on with the two of you in mind. I’m glad you like it.” She clenched down hard to keep the thin stream of fluid from escaping her pussy. Wendy wanted to see those broad shoulders and hard chest without the layer of plaid. She wanted to see both their mighty cocks, hard and aroused for her. As soon as she had the thought, she instinctively glanced down
at Wade’s crotch. His cock was bulging against the denim, as if the material had been shrink-wrapped over his erection. She swallowed hard. Both men were blessed with endowment.
They moved in on her, like spirits possessed their bodies. She walked back until she hit the open brick wall beside the airtight fireplace. It was cool and rough on her bare shoulder blades. Jackson reached out and felt her arm as if she might be made of silk. He then trailed his fingers down the length of her arm, sending tingles through her body. When he reached her hand and directed it toward him, she thought he’d kiss her knuckles like a gentleman. Instead, he brought it to his groin, placing her palm over his cock. It was a hard, impressive package, begging to be let loose. The young stud was ready to go again after fucking her in the morning. She imagined he’d get hard on command, anytime she needed satisfaction. Like now.
“That’s what you do to me, Wendy. I don’t care about your age or the fact you keep pushing me away. There’s nothing that will sour my love for you.”
Wade stroked her hair, petting her, in his own world of fascination. Both men appeared equally smitten and neither fought for exclusivity. They were already sharing her, arousing her. She felt surrounded by so much cowboy heat that she was becoming drunk on desire. How far would they go? How far did she dare to push them?
“I don’t want to drive you away. Either of you. I don’t want to be alone anymore. I’m tired of fighting, tired of not really living.” They made her feel loved, special, beautiful, and cared for. It was a refreshing change to her usual existence. If Jackson ran off again, or Wade turned his back on her, she wouldn’t be able to cope with the loss. Not after having a sample of what she was missing.
“Never again. I’m not going anywhere, baby doll.” Wade’s deep, gruff voice sent a wash of heat through her pussy. Could they sense her need? Did they realize she wore no panties beneath the thin dress?
“I’ve already told you I’m tired of traveling. I don’t want to die like my daddy, alone in the ring with a family sitting at home wishing he were there. This is my life, my choices, and I want to be with you.” Jackson melted her heart. He was so full of life, a mix of innocence and bad-boy appeal. She wanted to hold on to him and never let go, to care for him…love him. The word would feel foreign coming from her lips. It had been so long since she’d said it to a man. Had she even said it to her husband and truly meant it? She’d married so young that she wasn’t sure she knew what love was way back then.
Tears pricked at her eyes, but she fought the wave of emotion before it made a fool of her. Jackson lightly slipped the thin strap of her dress over her shoulder. Wade did the same on the other side until the material coiled at her waist, exposing her breasts. She fought the instinct to cover herself, knowing it was only a matter of time until they got her naked tonight.
“Look at those tits,” said Jackson. “Have you ever seen anything so sweet in your life? She tried to hide them from me earlier.”
“Wendy has a lot to learn.” Wade cupped the breast closest to him and squeezed slightly. Her nipples instantly pebbled from the contact. “Look at those pretty little pearls. Just begging to be sucked. I bet her pussy would be ripe and moist if you checked.”
Jackson smiled, a crooked tilt of his thick lips. “I’ll be checkin’.” He squatted down in front of her, his boots creaking as he moved. She braced herself as he coiled up the material to examine her level of arousal. “Good Lord the woman’s naked under her dress. She’s been waiting for us, I tell you. She wants to get double-fucked.”
“Is she wet?” asked Wade, bending down to kiss her nipple.
Wendy was thankful for the wall behind her when Jackson sank two fingers into her cunt. They slipped right in as if artificially lubricated. She’d never been so ready, so curious and excited for anything. He rose up to his feet, his back hunched over since his fingers were still inside her. She panted, feeling as if there wasn’t enough air in the whole province to quench her need to breathe.
“She’s hot and wet. I can feel her little pussy pulsing around my fingers.” He began to fuck her with those skilled digits. The thrusting of his arm seemed to excite the other man. The group mentality of the male beast unleashed at once. Wade covered her areola with his mouth, sucking and licking with just the precise amount of pressure to increase her arousal. She leaned heavily against the wall, giving into their ministrations.
Wade began to pepper kisses up her chest, her neck, her face. When he poised in front of her, his eyes dark and menacing with pent-up lust, she held her breath. He kissed her, a brutal domination of her mouth that surprised her. She joined him, exploring him with her tongue, picking up the trace taste of alcohol. This was what she wanted, to see Wade raw and untamed. He was always strong and unmovable. To watch him slip into a state where he was controlled by his desires was reward enough.
Jackson’s fingers slipped out, only to be replaced by his lively tongue. She broke the kiss to look down. He was back on his knees, between her legs. Each swipe of his tongue made her gasp. Her clit was so swollen and sensitized that the slightest pressure did wondrous things to her. Her body screamed, contracting and protesting, demanding she allow these men to fuck her, claim her, do anything they wanted as long as it was dirty and sexual. Her libido had taken over power.
“She likes having her pussy sucked, then,” said Wade.
“That she does. Help me out, will you?”
Why weren’t they fighting? If they each claimed to love her, why were they allowing another man, a virtual stranger, to share her body? Had they come to an agreement? Was this just about sex?
Jackson moved aside as Wade easily swept her weight up into his strong arms. She could feel all his hard muscles supporting her as he carried her to the sofa. He made her feel young, adored, not a worry in the world because he’d make everything better.
He sat on the sofa, bringing her down onto his lap. Wade kissed the side of her neck, both hands fondling her breasts.
“Perfect,” said Jackson. “Open her up for me. I’ll make her so wet she’ll be drowning in her own honey when I’m through.”
Wade didn’t hesitate to spread her thighs up and apart, his hands behind her knees. He watched over her shoulder as Jackson knelt in front of her and went to work licking and suckling. It felt a hundred times naughtier with the lights on and being able to watch everything he did. But she remembered that day in his room when he’d brought her to orgasm. That promise of release was only a breath away now, and her body knew it.
“You like that, Wendy?” asked Wade. She nodded, feeling strange answering him when he referred to the other man. But it was titillating. The exhibition, the mutual sharing, the erotic nature of their acts—it all compounded to make every cell a live wire. Her stomach fluttered and heat broke out all over her body like a fever that wouldn’t stop until it consumed her whole. She felt flush, her clit practically vibrating. Any second, any second…
“Jackson… No more. I can’t take it,” she panted. The energy had grown to such high levels that it was too intense. As much as she enjoyed his mouth on her cunt, it was driving her mad. She’d spiral so close, but then a slight move would steal the buildup.
Wade spoke to Jackson, who appeared to thoroughly enjoy his time between her legs. “She’s had enough playing. Give it to her hard until she comes.” Wade tilted her face with his stubbled chin until their mouths met. He kissed her long and hard until Jackson tugged her clit the final time it needed to erupt. She came so hard and fast that Wade her to grab both thighs to keep her from inadvertently kicking Jackson in the head. She tossed her head back. “Oh God!” It was so good, wave after wave of pure bliss cascading through her system like a drug infused into her veins.
Jackson came up for air, a naughty smirk on his face. “She’s ready.”
Chapter Twelve
“Where’s your bedroom?” asked Wade. It had taken all his resolve to sit and watch and do nothing. He wanted a taste of Wendy’s pussy, to bury his face in soft fo
lds and eat her until she came again and again. Her arousal perfumed the air, and her mewling sounds made his cock stiffer than a tree trunk. He was sure he had a perpetual hard-on ever since Wendy came down the stairs of his house in just a housecoat. Or had it been since he first saw her delicate beauty at the fall fair so many years ago?
Her body became rigid. She shook her head, her arms around his neck and legs across his lap. “I…I can’t.”
If she called it quits, he’d have blue balls all night. He wanted nothing more than to sink into her heat, show her what he was made of. Jackson already had his chance to give her sexual pleasure, and Wade craved that same intimate bond. If they were seriously going to try and have a relationship for three, they had to learn to share. “Are you scared? Is it too much to expect you to take both of us?”
“No. I want to, but not here. This was our house. It wouldn’t feel right to use my bedroom.”
Inwardly, he sighed in relief. She wasn’t rejecting him, just being pulled by her emotions, old loyalties she was used to keeping intact. But a widow had the right to move on. Any respectful mourning period had ended over a decade ago. Maybe the only way for her to move on would be to give up her ranch and move in with him. He had enough room. God knows he’d spent many a lonely night alone in the living room watching the flames lick the logs in the stone fireplace. He didn’t want to grow old and die alone. Wade had already questioned his sanity in waiting for his neighbor to admit she had feelings for him. He wouldn’t let any opportunity escape him now. It unfolded in his mind’s eye. Jackson would be like a protégé, a confidant. He could teach him the basics of running a cattle farm, and trust him to handle some of the immense responsibility around the ranch. Wendy could do as she pleased, but they’d both pleasure her, whether alone or together. It wouldn’t matter because they’d essentially be one, a family.
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