Wade slipped the ginger out of her asshole. She had wanted to complain more, but bit her tongue. The ginger oil eased in and around her ass, burning her raw. When she’d clamp down, it only increased her discomfort. By the time she was ready to give in and ask Wade to remove it, the pain morphed into something new. A twisted longing churning inside her, her hormones rising off the charts. She began to crave wicked things, her body alight with wondrous sensations from the ginger, their words, their touch.
Jackson’s cock filled her pussy to the extreme. When he rolled her to her side, holding her thigh over his hip, she held her breath. Wade was about to join them, and she was filled with both excitement and trepidation.
“I know he wouldn’t hurt you,” whispered Jackson. He kissed her, really kissed her. She breathed him in, giving herself over body and mind. The passion between them curbed her fears. The toy was gone, and now Wade’s smooth cockhead prodded her anus. She couldn’t be more ready than she was.
“Push against me, baby doll. You’re already tight, but now you’re filled with Jackson’s cock on top of it all.”
She tried her best to do as he asked. Everything was new and overwhelming—the sex, the emotion, the companionship. His cock stretched her ass, the ginger oil still burning as he entered her. The virginal muscles screamed out in protest as he impaled those first couple inches. She could feel him colliding with Jackson, only that thin membrane separating the two cocks.
“Shit, this is heaven,” Jackson grunted. Wade’s intrusion would be squeezing him mercilessly, just as she felt ready to explode. Their bodies were hot, their smooth muscles surrounding her from every direction. She could barely breathe with her heart pounding so fast, her body throbbing and heating around two hard cocks. These weren’t just any men, they were hers. Wade was her rock, the man she should have said yes to many years ago. Jackson was the adorable drifter who walked into her life, forever changing it. They’d both opened her eyes to her dormant sexuality, and the love she was still capable of sharing.
Once fully seated in her ass, they both held her, kissed her, cooed in her ear. It was pure bliss. She felt so full, so satisfied by the completeness of being joined to both men. The longer Wade stalled, allowing her to get accustomed, the more her inhibitions dissipated. She grew bolder, her body demanding to be sated.
Wendy cupped the side of Jackson’s face, looking into his eyes. He’d proved his love time and time again, and now it was her turn to show him she appreciated all his efforts. She kissed him, just a kiss. He growled and she felt his cock swell inside her. “You all right?” he asked, leaning his stubbled cheek into her palm. She adored his boyish charm and rugged good looks.
“More than all right. I need the two of you to stop treating me like I’m breakable.” Her pussy was practically buzzing, fluid dripping down her thigh. The dual stimulation built an erotic pressure in her womb that wouldn’t be ignored.
Wade nipped her shoulder from behind. “Do you like it, Wendy? Am I hurting you?”
“I like it. Give me more. I know you’re both holding back. I’m a woman, not a green-broke filly. I can take it.”
“Feisty,” said Jackson, grinding his cock into her as his fingers dug into her hip. She clenched down, making both men shudder. The power she had over these two oversized men was thrilling. She felt so tiny being sandwiched between them, their big dicks sharing her simultaneously. They could dominate her with ease, but let her lead the party. “Maybe you’re a little too wild. Maybe you need to be tamed.”
“Yes…”
Wade sucked her shoulder, his tongue painting trails along the back of her neck. He began to pump his hips in a steady rhythm, easing in and out of her ass. She was tight, and he was well hung, but the friction only added to her satisfaction. Every inch of her pussy and ass, every bit of her G-spot, received attention at once. Once Jackson joined in, fucking her as all their limbs entwined and shared the minimal space, she felt the pressure build.
It was no longer new or awkward, but dirty and beautiful. She savored their sounds, their strength, even the smell of their clean sweat as they pummelled her body. Her satisfaction wasn’t just her own. She loved giving them pleasure because she really did love these men. Wendy finally had real flesh-and-blood men to devote herself to, not an illusion or memory that could no longer love her back. All these years she’d been missing out on so much, but there was a plan for her life, and it meant waiting for these specific men.
Her body hummed, carrying her along on a wave of unadulterated ecstasy. Her orgasm would be powerful, the anticipation almost scared her. The dual stimulation, being so full of cock, was more than she was used to. “I’m close,” she murmured, snuggled comfortably between their male bodies, both working her like machines. Their slick cocks pistoned tirelessly into her body. Each thrust made her moan. In out, in out. Their stamina surprised her. How long could they hold off for her?
“Come, baby girl,” said Wade through gritted teeth. They became rougher, fucking harder, deeper. They must have forgotten their strength once they got lost in the sex act. Her hips ached from where they gripped her. Even her tits were being manhandled as they became more animalistic than human. Wendy loved every minute of it. She’d always worked like a man, putting in her hours of hard labor every day of the week. She knew she’d be able to handle a real man and a hard fucking, but never expected to get it—times two.
“Good Lord, Wendy, come for us,” Jackson demanded as he buried his face at the side of her neck. His gruff demand and Wade’s sweet command were the final push she needed to let go. She allowed her orgasm to release, to wash through her, rather than holding it back.
She screamed, calling out their names as a plea. Her peak was blinding, consuming her entirely. She couldn’t think or move or reason, just feel. “Oh God, it’s so good.”
Her men were right behind her, their thick cocks releasing their seed, filling her up. She could feel their sticky release slide down her legs as they slid from her body. They didn’t pull away, only nestled into her, their adoration surpassing mere sex.
Sleep pulled at her, her eyes burning. “Shh, sleep, little one,” said Wade when she tried to fight the urge to close her eyes. “We’re right here to watch over you.”
She liked the sound of that. Her cowboy heroes keeping vigil, their hot, muscled bodies a virtual wall to any harm that may come her way. Wendy drifted off to sleep, excited about tomorrow for the first time she could remember.
Chapter Fourteen
Wendy was used to being the first one up every morning, but today Wade beat her. She could smell the coffee brewing as she padded down the wooden stairs to the main level of his ranch. Her body was pleasantly sated, new possibilities bringing her a renewed sense of peace in her life. She played with the ring around her finger as she neared the last stair.
This was a new day, not just the mere rising of the sun, but the first day in the rest of her life. She slipped the simple gold band off her finger. Her skin beneath was pale white. It was the first time she had taken it off since being widowed. The act was like breaking her shackles, allowing herself to live again. Emotions weighed heavily in her heart as she set the ring on Wade’s mantle.
“Mornin’,” he said as she entered the kitchen. Dust motes danced in the early-morning rays of light shining in through the windows. Wade wore a pair of loose plaid pajama pants which hung low on his slim hips. His chest was deliciously bare as he leaned back against the counter. Wade watched her enter, a lazy grin on his face. She only wore one of his old T-shirts, nothing more.
“You’re up early.”
“Phone woke me up, but I missed the call.” He stepped forward and tugged her against him. His kiss was sweet and his embrace strong. “Where’s the sleeping beauty at?”
She smirked. “He’s dead to the world.”
“He’s not half bad at all. I dare say you have excellent taste in men.” Wade winked at her, just as the phone rang again.
As he sauntered over to answer the phone
on the counter, she wondered when they’d all be having the talk. They’d crossed into new territory last night, and things would never be the same. She wanted verbal confirmation that both men were committed to her and accepting of each other. For the first time in decades she could envision a life beyond her lonely existence. She was excited, optimistic, and almost giddy imagining their next encounter. Wade and Jackson had unleashed her sexuality and it was running rampant. Even now, watching his back as he talked on the phone, the toned muscles shifting as he moved, she wanted to drag him back to bed.
The sound of the phone hitting the counter made her jump. He turned, his face solemn. There was a hint of fear in his eyes which made her instantly tense.
“What is it?”
He closed the distance between them and took both her hands. “Jason and another boy are in jail.”
Her mind raced. Kylie was supposed to be safely in the city with Christine. Had she come home early? Had Jason gone in search of her and hurt her? She was afraid to ask why, terrified. She swallowed hard, but still couldn’t ask.
“Nobody’s hurt, okay.” Wendy nodded. “They set fire to your fields, Wendy. Firefighters are over at your place now.”
“A prairie fire,” she whispered, feeling like she was in a dream. Then reality crashed down on her. “Your land’s right next to mine.”
“You stay here with Jackson. He’ll take care of you while I go check things out.”
She shook her head, pulling out of his grip. Wendy raced to the back door and wrenched it open. It was already stifling outside as she ran barefoot across Wade’s rear yard, a hand over her eyes to see in the distance. She couldn’t see the flames, but there was a strip glowing an eerie red. Puffs of black smoke gathered in the sky, probably from the firefighters battling the blaze.
Her wheat was already a write-off, but her orchard was still viable. She’d lose absolutely everything. What about her house? Her barns? Her animals? Still, her fears traveled to the Laweson Ranch. Wade was innocent, having nothing to do with Kylie’s drama with Jason. If the fire spread on the wind to his ranch, he’d lose a lot more than her. She’d dealt with fire before. The best way to secure Wade’s land was to burn a fireguard between their properties. She’d seen it done many times over the years.
Wade’s hand came down on her shoulder from behind. She flinched, whirling around to face him. “We’ve got to protect your land, head out along the perimeter and set a fireguard.”
“The firefighters know what they’re doing, darlin’. Wake up Jackson. We’ll round up the cattle to the fields in the far east just in case.” He was so calm and collected, exactly what she needed when she felt her whole world crumbling around her. She felt frantic, unable to think straight. “Go wake Jackson,” he reminded.
“Right.” She took off, half in a daze as she returned to the dim bedroom, warm from sleep, the scent of sex still in the air. Wendy bounded on the bed, shaking Jackson’s shoulders.
“Baby, what’s the matter?” He rolled to his side, stretching and taking a waking breath.
A frog formed in her throat. To tell him her land was on fire made it so real. Generations of her family had farmed that land. The house was her marital home, the place she struggled and raised her children on her own. So many memories, so much labor, all going up in smoke. “There’s a fire. Wade needs your help to round up the cattle.”
He sat up in a rush, the blankets pooling around his waist. “Good Lord, where’s the fire now?”
“My land,” she said, her voice low and guarded. “Jason set my dry wheat ablaze. Suppose it’s payback for keeping Kylie away from him.”
“Fuck,” he muttered. “It’s my fault then. He’s no doubt pissed about having his nose broken.”
“Don’t blame yourself. I would have done the same thing if you hadn’t.”
Jackson slid off the bed and danced into his blue jeans. His face still looked so sleepy, but his body was a blur of action. “Are the girls still in the city?”
She nodded. Wendy tugged on a pair of Wade’s long johns, rolling them at the waist. She had nothing to wear, only having come in a blanket. “Help Wade secure the cattle. His hired hands should be on their way, too.”
“And you?”
“I’m just going to talk to the fire department, see what’s the damage.” In fact, she had other plans. Wendy knew the firefighters’ main concern would be to control the blaze, keep it localized and snuffed out as soon as possible. With no rain, a warm wind, and acres of dry wheat, it would be a losing battle. She planned to make a fire break around her orchard and her ranch if the department hadn’t already done so. At least then she wouldn’t have to start over from scratch. Her girls wouldn’t have to return home to nothing.
Before they left the bedroom, he cupped her face, looking down at her. “Everything will be all right. No fretting, okay?”
“Okay.”
They split ways. Wendy grabbed Wade’s truck keys and barrelled off the property before either man could think to question her further. As she neared her ranch the scent of burning wood was morbidly comforting. It wasn’t a wood stove on a cool winter’s night making the smell, but likely everything she held dear.
* * * *
Jackson found Wade saddling two horses just outside the barn. Two pickup trucks pulled up as he crossed the yard, fitting his Stetson into place. A sense of urgency was already in the air. A prairie fire was no joke.
“Where’s Wendy?” asked Wade, pulling the girth strap tight.
“She went to her place to get filled in by the fire department.”
He scowled. “You shouldn’t have let her go,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone. “She’s planning something foolish, no doubt.”
“If it’s dangerous, the firefighters won’t let her out on the land,” he said.
“Maybe. If she wants something bad enough, that woman will find a way. After we get this roundup started, we’ll go find her. I have a feeling she’ll be at her orchard with a plough.”
Sirens rang in the distance. More trucks meant this wasn’t a small, localized problem. If they hadn’t come to the Laweson Ranch last night, Jackson may have heard something—a truck, footsteps, something. He should have minded his own damn business after seeing Kylie’s black eye. Jason was probably eager for revenge thanks to his actions. Guilt weighed heavily on him as he mounted the chestnut mare Wade offered him.
“Time’s wasting. Let’s move out,” said Wade. He whistled as he cantered off ahead of him and three cow dogs raced out of the barn and followed.
They rode side by side, not speaking. The cattle were clamoring, probably sensing something amiss. Jackson had taken odd jobs during roundups and brandings when his events dried up, so he was able to get right to work moving the animals with Wade. He periodically looked toward Wendy’s place, a thin line of orange and red growing menacingly closer every time he looked.
Hours passed as he rode in a trance, his mind elsewhere.
“We should head back to the house. My men can push them back another mile, but they should be safe for now.” Wade sidled up next to him, patting his horse on the neck.
“Do you blame me?” Jackson asked. “You think Jason was thinking of me when he set the fire?” He valued Wade’s opinion. From what he knew of the man, he was honest and forthright.
“It makes no difference. I already told you I’d have done the same thing, maybe worse. We can’t predict the mind of a madman. What I’m worried about is our woman. That farm is all she has in the world, and it’d kill her to lose it.”
“What if the orchard fell victim?”
“Her and that blasted orchard. What I want is to bring her here. Both of you. It ain’t fun living alone on this ranch. I’ve wooed that woman for more years than I can count, and I won’t lose her now.”
“Let’s find her.” Jackson dug his heels into the side of his horse, chasing the trail of smoke in the sky.
As they approached the danger zone, he could feel the heat on h
is face. The horse reared slightly when he pulled her to a stop. Wade settled next to him.
“Will you look at that,” said Wade. The damage was devastating, but Wendy had managed to create a firebreak around her apple orchard. He wondered if the heat alone would kill the young trees.
“She ain’t here.”
“We’ll check the house then.”
They tore around the perimeter of the fire zone, galloping at full speed, but as they neared the old ranch house, there were only charred remains and the outline of a stone fireplace from within the wreckage. Four fire trucks were on the property. Other towns must have sent resources to help put out the fire.
They slowed to a trot before they reached the place where Wendy’s home once sat. Everything was gone, not just damaged, but nonexistent. Jason must have started a fire in the house, too. Thank God they’d spent the night at Wade’s place.
“Dear Lord, the fire took everything,” said Wade. He plucked off his hat as if saying a prayer to the dead. “Not a thing left.”
“I have to find her.” Jackson split up and rode to the small crowd of workers and neighbors in search of his woman. She’d be distraught, no doubt. He wanted to be her shoulder to cry on, her strength during such a tragedy.
He dismounted near a fire chief. “Where’s Wendy McCay? She all right?” His pulse was racing. He didn’t expect or want to hear bad news, but there was always that little possibility.
“Gone,” said the older man. “Said she’s going to see her husband.”
“Her husband’s fucking dead, for like twenty years. Why didn’t someone think to take care of her?” His blood began to boil over. It was Wade’s hand to his shoulder that kept him from getting into the fire chief’s face.
“Let’s go, Jackson. There’s nothing left here for us.”
He walked backward, watching the fire and the plane dropping a hatch of water over the ravaged wheat fields. That woman worked so damn hard from sunup until sunset. He could still picture the inside of the house, modest but filled with comfort and memories. Tears pricked at his eyes just imagining the damage through Wendy’s sight. She didn’t deserve this. Nobody did. He had to find her, hold her, promise her the moon if he had to.
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