“Me, too. But right now I don’t have much hope.” As she hung up, Jake walked out onto the porch. He was wearing chaps and spurs, ready to be on horseback. He was smiling broadly. She took a deep breath and returned his smile, hoping hers didn’t look too forced.
He grinned. “So did you enjoy last night as much as you seemed to?”
She felt herself blush. “I would say so, thank you very much.” She paused. “I guess everyone on the ranch must think I’m a nymphomaniac.”
Jake shook his head. “Not at all. And my understanding is that nymphomaniacs keep seeking sex because they can’t be satisfied. Haven’t you been satisfied?”
A big grin lit up her face. “Oh yeah. Over and over again.”
Jake returned the grin. “Good. I’m glad.” He stepped closer and reached out, laying a hand on her bare shoulder. “I really am glad.”
“I am too. But I was wondering…”
“Yes?”
“I was wondering why you only watched and didn’t join in. Not that it wasn’t great with Justin and Luke. But I wanted you.”
He looked at her intently, still holding her shoulder. “I wanted you, too. I’m not sure why I didn’t join in. Maybe I wanted to watch you test your boundaries. Or test my capacity to share someone that I…” He looked away.
Someone what, she wondered. Someone he cared about?
“Someone what?” She asked, even though she wasn’t sure she wanted to hear his response.
He looked into her eyes. “I’m not sure. It just seemed like you needed to experience a night of pure sex. I knew Luke and Justin could give that to you.”
“Does that mean you care—”
He cut her off. “I’m not sure what it means. But, since you will probably be leaving tomorrow, maybe you would consider spending the night with me.” He let the hand on her shoulder slide down to cup her breast. They were out in the open on the porch, but she didn’t pull away. She took a deep breath, lifting her breasts, pressing her nipples against his palm. With his other hand, he gently tilted her chin up. Leaning down, he kissed her, softly at first, then more passionately.
Amanda returned the kiss with equal passion, pressing her crotch against his leg. After several minutes, she pulled back, breathless, panting, and wet between her legs.
“We definitely have a date for tonight.”
He smiled, gave her another quick kiss on the lips, and then backed away. As he walked down the steps, he said, “I’m eager to hear what you think about the painting.”
She was glad he didn’t turn around to see her expression change.
Chapter Eleven
Amanda stood on the porch with conflicted feelings. She was sad about the possibility—or probability—that the painting was a forgery, but excited and aroused about spending the night with Jake. Perhaps she liked him for more than just sex. Regardless of any emotional or romantic feelings they might have, she had a great deal to thank him for. During one night of passionate lovemaking, he’d stripped away inhibitions that had kept her bottled up her whole life. For that, she would always be grateful.
She turned back to the painting, almost certain now it was not a genuine Randell. How, though, did it end up here? Had Randell given Odel Morgan a forged work?
A voice behind her gave her a start.
“Oh!” She turned around to find Luke standing in front of the porch. “You startled me. What were you asking?”
“Just wondering if that little picture could really be worth a ton of money.”
She hesitated. “If it’s a genuine Charles Randell, it could be.”
“Is it genuine?”
“I’m not sure yet. I need to study it some more. Although, I’ve looked at it so much I’m about cross-eyed.”
“You need to take a break. Come with me and I’ll show you something that’s just as pretty as that picture. Prettier even.”
“You’re not going to show me a stallion and a mare getting it on, are you?”
A wide grin spread across Luke’s face. “Nope. Something much better. Come on down here. It’ll only take a couple of minutes.”
“All right.” She pulled her hat firmly down on her head before taking the painting back inside and placing it on the mantle. Laying her laptop and phone next to the painting, she locked the door and hurried down the steps. “Let’s go,” she said to Luke. “I’m ready to see something pretty.”
She had to hustle to keep up with Luke’s long strides, but she managed. They walked to a small barn about a hundred yards from the lodge. Luke ushered her through the door.
The barn was much nicer than where Luke and Julie had bred Rocket and Dolly, with banks of overhead fluorescents and clean concrete floors. There were six stalls in the barn, but only one was occupied.
“Over here.” Luke beckoned her to the occupied stall. She stepped forward and looked over the top rail.
Inside the stall stood a beautiful reddish mare with white stockings on all four legs, a sorrel like Jake’s horse, Ginger. Behind her, half hidden, a newborn foal stood on spindly legs.
“Oh!” Amanda moved around to the other side of the stall. “It’s a baby. He’s beautiful.” She turned to look at Luke. “How old is he?”
“How old is she,” he said, looking at his watch. “Right now, she’s about five hours old. Julie got back from El Paso just in time to play midwife. I’m babysitting until she and Justin get back from Austin. She is pretty isn’t she?”
Amanda stared at the foal over the stall’s top rail for several minutes. Her heart was filled with joy at the miracle of new life. For an instant, she felt tears well up, then she sniffed them away and smiled. The foal, her legs still wobbly, tucked its head beneath her mom to suckle. Luke moved up behind Amanda, standing close, looking over her shoulder at the mare and the foal. She stared at the newborn filly for a long moment. “Thank you for showing me the foal, Luke. She’s beautiful.”
Luke moved an inch closer and lifted his hands to Amanda’s waist. “You’re welcome. And speaking of beautiful, you’ve got the prettiest neck and shoulders of any woman I’ve ever known.” He leaned forward, tucking his face under the brim of her hat. His breath was warm on her bare neck and shoulders.
She turned her head halfway toward him, not quite sure what she should say. This was the man, one of them at least, that she had begged to fuck her just hours earlier. She felt his lips on her shoulder and a little shudder traced its way up her spine.
“Luke. We really shouldn’t…”
His hands moved from her waist around to her stomach and up to cup her breasts. Her nipples, already hard, grew even more erect. “Oh, Luke. We shouldn’t…”
His fingers found the elastic top of her neckline. With a gentle tug, he pulled the bodice down, baring her breasts. He palmed them, his thumbs teasing her nipples. Amanda’s mouth went dry and her pussy flared with heat. She turned her head, trying to look over her shoulder as she grasped the top rail of the stall.
Luke ran his tongue from her neck to her shoulder, and then lifted his lips to kiss the corner of her mouth, her cheek, her ear. “Relax, sweetheart,” he whispered. “I know you want this.”
“I think you’re right, Luke. She does want it.” Jake’s throaty voice came from close by.
Amanda glanced to one side and saw Jake standing next to the stall. He nodded at her approvingly, the hot gleam in his eyes saying, “You want what Luke can give you. Don’t you?”
She did want it. With Jake looking on in approval, Amanda wanted whatever they could give her. She wanted it so badly her pussy was on fire.
Jesus, how could she be so aroused so quickly? Luke pushed his hips forward, his crotch pressing against her bottom. She felt the large bulge under his jeans through her skirt, remembered his big cock fucking her so eagerly the night before. God, how he had filled her, stretched her. Now, she wanted to feel that magnificent shaft filling her again.
She looked at Jake, saw his eyes narrow as his gaze traveled from her face to her b
are breasts and back again. He licked his lips and she smiled. Knowing Jake was watching, seeing he was aroused, only made her hotter. With her eyes locked on his, she slowly leaned forward, grabbing a lower rail. She pressed her ass back, arching her back and lifting her bottom. At her blatant invitation to Luke, Jake grinned. “You are a horny little minx, aren’t you? You just can’t wait for some more of that big cock.”
She glanced down, saw that Jake had a large bulge under the fly of his jeans. She grinned. He was obviously just as turned on as she was, She looked over her shoulder, saw Luke unzip his jeans and lift his cock out. Her eyes widened and a shiver swept up her spine.
Luke took a condom from his pocket and quickly unwrapped it. He rolled it on, then lifted the back of her skirt, revealing her ass and core. Reaching between her legs, Luke pulled the thin straps of her thong aside, revealing her shaved pussy lips.
“No,” She said over her shoulder. “Take my thong off.”
He grabbed the thin waistband of her thong and stripped it down, kneeling behind her as he worked it down her legs and over her boots. Kneeling put him eye level with her pussy, which was already swollen and moist with arousal. Leaning forward, he ran his tongue slowly up her slit, causing her knees to buckle.
Luke grabbed her hips to steady her. “Damn you taste sweet. And you’re dripping wet and ready.” He leaned forward and licked her slit again, this time taking a moment to tease her clit with the tip of his tongue.
“Oh God,” she whispered, tilting her head back and closing her eyes as she held on tightly to the railing. When she opened her eyes again, Jake was standing next to her, leaning against the railing of the stall.
“You do want this, don’t you Amanda?” Jake asked quietly. “I can see how wet you are.”
When she answered, her breath was shallow, her voice dry and raspy. “Yes. I want it.”
“You want Luke’s big cock in your tight pussy?”
“Yes.”
“Fucking you?”
“Yes.”
“Making you come?”
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me. I want it. So bad.”
Amanda looked over her shoulder again, her eyes wide, her breath coming in shallow pants. Luke’s mouth was driving her insane with desire. She pushed back against his tongue and lips, silently begging him for more. She felt wantonly salacious but somehow Jake being there made it okay. Even better than okay. She stared at him, knowing he could see how eager, how hungry she was for Luke’s cock. She glanced over her shoulder again. “Fuck me, Luke. Fuck me now.”
She looked back at Jake. As much as she wanted Luke to fuck her, she wanted to perform for Jake. Jake smiled and nodded and she arched her back and stiffened her legs, spreading them apart. She knew what an erotic sight she must be presenting to the two men, with her boots on and her legs spread, her skirt at her waist, framing her round bottom and swollen pussy. She wiggled her bottom seductively. She looked at Jake, heated by his approving gaze. “I hope you enjoy this.”
“Oh. I will,” Jake said. He reached over and put one hand behind her head, tangling his fingers in her hair. Turning her face toward his, he leaned in and kissed her. It was a hard, passionate kiss that sent heat surging through her body.
Luke stood up and grabbed her hips, positioning the large head of his cock at the entrance to her slit. Jake continued the kiss, holding her lips tight against his as his tongue swirled in her mouth, probing deep, searching each wet crevice. When he finally ended the kiss, leaving her breathless, she was fully impaled on Luke’s cock. “My God, you are hot,” Luke groaned, his hands holding her waist, his cock deep in her core. “I’ve never known a woman so eager to fuck.”
Once again, she was stretched by the thick shaft, her pussy completely filled with cock. “God your pussy is sweet,” Luke muttered. “It’s so fucking tight.” Then he was fucking her, his cock stretching her wide, his length going deep, filling her until she moaned in pleasure.
He fucked her slowly at first, letting her feel every inch of his thick shaft as he slid in and out of her pussy. She tried to hold still, tried to savor the feeling of his cock filling her completely. But the sensation of Luke’s balls slapping against her clit as he shoved himself deep was too intense. Having Jake standing next to her made it even more erotic. She couldn’t hold still. She had to fuck back, had to pump her ass up and down, had to squeeze her pussy tight around his cock as he plunged in and out.
As he fucked her faster, deeper, harder, she felt herself slipping closer and closer to the fire of an orgasm. Luke was growling in raspy breaths, panting hoarsely each time he shoved his cock into her. Suddenly, his grip tightened on her hips and she knew he was close as well. Reaching down between her legs, she raised the front of her skirt to caress her clit. She momentarily caressed Luke’s thick shaft filling her pussy, and then she rubbed the swollen bud of her clit, urging herself toward her climax. Then Jake was there, his hand under her skirt, pushing her fingers away. She caught her breath as he found her clit, then moaned as her climax began to build.
Amanda heard Luke groan and mutter, “Ahhh, God, yes! Fuck me, Amanda. Give me your hot pussy.” She pressed backward, bucking her ass up and down. The head of his long thick cock stroked her G-spot, and the sensation, coupled with Jake’s fingers on her clit, intensified second by second until she was tearing toward orgasm. Luke’s grip tightened even more. He let out a loud guttural groan and she felt his cock jerking as he climaxed. Her pussy was so tight around his cock she could feel every twitch and spasm as he ejaculated into the condom.
Luke’s climax and Jake’s fingers flying over her clit sent her over the edge. She closed her eyes and wailed in ecstasy. “Oh, oh God! I’m coming!” Her orgasm swept through her in a rush of pure bliss, spreading from her clit and her cock-filled pussy to every nerve ending in her body. At the peak of her orgasm, her knees buckled and she grabbed Jake’s arm, holding herself up with his hand still in place on her throbbing pussy. Finally, the intense pleasure faded and she sighed, opening her lust-glazed eyes to look at Jake, then over her shoulder at Luke. Luke stared at her, dazed, staggering as he stepped back, his cock sliding out of her pussy.
She almost felt embarrassed by her wanton behavior, at how eagerly she had begged for Luke to fuck her. She turned toward the wall, away from Jake, almost timidly pulling the elastic bodice of her dress back up over her breasts. As she smoothed down the skirt, she wondered just what Jake thought of her. Was she the biggest slut in Texas? Or was she simply a sensuous woman trying to overcome her inhibitions and discover her sexual self? A journey that Jake had offered to help her with.
She turned back toward him, a shy smile on her face. “So did you enjoy…”
Jake was gone.
A minute ago, he was not ten feet away. Now, he was nowhere to be seen. She looked at Luke, who simply shrugged his shoulders.
“Well fuck.” She said, pushing past Luke as she walked to the door of the barn. “What the hell was that all about?” She saw Jake fifty yards away, walking toward the corral. She turned toward Luke, her eyes flashing anger. “Did you and Jake plan this fuck-fest, or did it just happen?
Luke lifted his hands up, palms toward her. “It just happened, Amanda. I didn’t know Jake was anywhere around.”
She glared at him, not quite sure she believed him. After a moment, she turned and stalked toward the door.
“Don’t worry,” Luke said. “Jake will be okay.”
“Then why did he walk out like that?” She hurried out of the barn, holding her hat to keep it from flying off.
Jake was at the stable paddock unhitching Ginger from the fence rail. The horse was already saddled, ready to ride. He swung up into the saddle and turned the horse, spurring the filly into a trot before Amanda got halfway there.
“Damn,” she muttered. “Damn, damn, damn.” She was standing with her hands on her hips, watching Jake ride away when Luke walked up. He held out her thong. She jerked it out of his hand, turned, and stormed away. Tw
o cowboys working with horses in the paddock stared at the scene, their expressions brightened by wide grins.
“Wait!” Luke ran to catch up with her. “Where are you going?”
“I need to take a walk. Alone.” She turned past the stables and headed down toward the creek she and Justin had crossed on their ride the day before. Crossing the wooden bridge, she started up the rise on the opposite side.
“Wait.” Luke had to hustle to keep up with her. “Let me go with you.”
“No!” she sped up. “I want to go by myself.”
Luke stopped, as she walked on. “Well don’t go far. It’s going to storm again.”
She glanced up. The sky was clouding up, turning darker. Just like her mood. Still, rain didn’t look imminent.
“And watch out for rattlers!”
The last warning almost stopped her but she kept walking, her strides long and purposeful.
Fuck the snakes, she thought. I’ll stomp on them with my fucking new boots!
She took long, hard strides, trying to work out the frustration she felt at Jake’s sudden defection from what should have been a very fulfilling experience, one he had helped create. Had Jake and Luke planned the tryst in the barn? Damn Luke, she thought, then instantly rescinded the curse. It wasn’t his fault. After all, she’d spent half the night enjoying his sexual favors. Favors that Jake had arranged for her. But it was her fault for being so goddamned horny.
Well, she thought, that’s Jake’s goddamn fault, too. He’s the one who helped her shed her inhibitions. Now it seemed there was nothing she wasn’t willing to do. But what she really wanted was to spend another night with Jake.
Why, she asked herself, was that so important? Despite the spoken—and unspoken—agreement with all three men that the sex was only sex, there had been something more developing between her and Jake. Was that why he had walked away so quickly? Because he was also feeling that pull?
Amanda kicked at a prickly pear cactus with the toe of her boot, sending one of the spiny pads flying. Her involvement with the three cowboys at the Morgan ranch was becoming just about as thorny and complicated as a patch of cactus. And it pissed her off that she couldn’t control her erotic desires or her emotions long enough to keep from getting tangled up in ways she wanted to avoid. Especially now that she suspected the painting was not a Randell but simply an excellent forgery.
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