One Hard Ride

by M. M. Bordeaux

  As soon as Jake’s cock slid into her, she moaned, reveling in the exquisite pleasure of his hard flesh stroking her pussy, plunging deep into her core. She leaned forward and opened her mouth wide, taking Justin’s cock deep in her throat.

  The two men began to fuck her mouth and pussy in a practiced, steady rhythm, filling her with cock and then pulling away. At first they fucked her slowly, steadily, letting her feel every sensation of their penetration. Jake held her hips firmly, keeping her in position as his thick cock slid in and out of her pussy. She knew he was watching her suck Justin’s cock and knew the sight must be turning him on. She could feel his growing arousal in the tightening grip of his hands on her hips. She sucked Justin’s cock with salacious abandon, performing for Jake as much as pleasuring his brother. Justin tangled his fingers in her hair, not gripping her head tightly but keeping her in position as his cock thrust in and out of her mouth.

  She lifted her hands from her knees and reached forward to grab Justin’s hips, pulling him closer and taking his cock deeper into her throat. Her own arousal was spreading sizzling heat throughout her body, and she slammed herself back against Jake’s cock as she sucked Justin deeper into her throat.

  After several minutes of fucking her mouth and pussy at the same time, the men stopped, pulling away simultaneously and leaving her whimpering for their cocks.

  “Just hold on sugar,” Justin said, rolling on another condom. “We aren’t through yet.”

  “Come here, baby,” Jake said, turning her to face him. Reaching down, he grasped the firm globes of her bottom and lifted her up. When her pussy was just above his cock, he lowered her hips to slowly envelop his erection. Once fully impaled on his rigid cock, she leaned back, expecting Justin to hold her as Jake had done.

  “No,” Jake said. “Lean forward. Lock your legs around my waist and your arms around my neck.”

  As she readjusted her position, Justin stepped up behind her. “I brought some lube,” he said, picking up the tube from the balcony railing. She trembled as Justin squeezed some lubricant onto his finger and reached for her ass. Her hips jerked in surprise when the cool lube was pushed into her anus. “Don’t worry,” he whispered in her ear. “We’ll take it slow and easy.”

  Jake lifted her a few inches and she felt the head of Justin’s cock nudging her tight opening.

  “Oh God,” she whispered. “Oh God, yes.”

  Jake lowered her as Justin tilted his pelvis forward to get himself in position. She felt a brief pinch of pain as his cockhead pushed through the ring of her anus, quickly replaced by intense pleasure as he slid fully into her. She could feel nothing but the fullness of both cocks deep inside her, two thick, hard shafts separated only by a thin membrane of flesh. Sandwiched between the two strong men, she felt helpless, totally in their power, but protected in a complete physical caress.

  Jake held her ass while Justin gripped her waist. Working in sync, the brothers lifted and lowered Amanda, using their strength to fuck her simultaneously on their engorged cocks.

  “Oh God. It’s so good,” she cried. “It’s so good!” Having both cocks in her at the same time gave her a sensation of intense erotic pleasure. The lubricant made it so much easier to enjoy the cock sliding in and out of her ass, and she moaned with continuous sighs of pleasure.

  “It is good, isn’t it?” Jake asked. “Having your tight ass and sweet pussy filled with both of our cocks. My cock aches with pleasure. I could fuck you forever. Justin, do you like fucking Amanda’s tight ass?”

  “Fuck yes,” Justin moaned. “It’s incredible. Do you like my cock in your ass, Amanda?”

  “Yes! Oh, fuck me!” She pulled Jake’s head down for a voracious kiss. He returned the kiss eagerly, his mouth and lips and tongue ravenous, as if he needed to devour her. At her back, Justin kissed her neck and shoulders, nipping at her flesh with gentle teeth. The men moved faster, the double penetration bringing all of them closer and closer to climax. Jake pulled away from their frantic kiss and looked over her shoulder at Justin.

  “Now, Justin,” Jake gritted out. “I can’t wait any longer.”

  “Yes,” Justin answered hoarsely. “I’m ready.”

  She realized her two lovers were at the brink of orgasm, each ready to fill her with cum. “Yes!” she cried. “Now. Come in me now.”

  At some imperceptible signal, the two men stopped dead still. Their cocks twitched and spasmed, erupting into Amanda’s ass and pussy with frightening force. They both groaned loudly, their fierce roar and thrusting cocks igniting her own orgasm. Rocked by waves of pleasure flooding through her body she screamed in ecstasy, her inner muscles clenched from the involuntary contractions of her climax. Jake and Justin held her firmly in place, keeping her sandwiched tightly between their muscular bodies, their cocks buried deep in her pussy and ass.

  When her shuddering spasms finally faded and her muscles quit jerking, they gently lifted her off their cocks. Her body was still tingling from currents of electricity skittering up and down her spine.

  Amanda was amazed she could actually stay upright on her trembling legs. She turned to each man, kissing them in turn. “I can’t tell you how amazing that felt.”

  Both men were grinning at her. “I think we have a pretty good idea,” Jake said.

  She turned toward her room but her legs were still trembling and she had to grab the balcony railing to keep from stumbling. Jake reached down and picked her up, cradling her in his arms. As he started toward her room, Justin stopped him.

  He leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss. “Goodnight, Amanda. It’s been amazing getting to know you.”

  She sighed and kissed him back. “You too, Justin. It has been amazing.”

  Jake carried her to her room, where he tucked her in bed, then gave her a soft kiss and said goodnight. As he rose up, she reached out and clasped his hand, stopping him. “Jake…”

  “Yes?”

  She hesitated, then said, “Thank you. It was…it was just what I imagined. An experience I’ll never forget. Thank you, and Justin, for…for sharing.”

  Jake grinned and squeezed her hand. “No Amanda. We thank you for sharing.”

  As he left, she remembered that her nightshirt was still on the balcony. It didn’t really matter. She would sleep naked. Naked and well satisfied. Moments later, Amanda drifted off to a sound asleep.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  The next morning, Amanda said goodbye to Jake in his room, their arms around each other as they kissed a final time. “I’m going to miss you, Amanda,” he said.

  She stared up into his deep green eyes, trying to keep her own eyes from tearing up. “I’m going to miss you, too, Jake. More than you know. I don’t know how it might happen, but I hope we can see each other again. I’ve loved our time together.” Her brave face began to crumble and her tears welled up.

  “It has been special.”

  They kissed again, more quickly, then broke apart. She stepped toward the door, not wanting him to see the tears that filled her eyes. It was hard to understand why she was so emotional about leaving. She had known this man—these men—for only a few days. Okay, she and Jake both said they loved the sex. But that wasn’t the same as saying they loved each other. Loving a man, even one as hot as Jake, is not what Amanda wanted right now. And it’s not what Jake wants. Is it? She studied the man in his chaps and boots and spurs, his black cowboy hat shading his face. He was so different from New York City’s metrosexuals in their pinstriped suits.

  As she opened the door, he said, “Wait. I want to give you something.” She turned around as Jake sat down and quickly took off his spurs. “Here,” he said. “I want you to have these.”

  She took the spurs, surprised at the gesture. “Jake, I can’t take these. They are beautiful, but I know how much they mean to you.”

  “That’s why I want you to have them. Because they do mean a lot to me.”

  She looked at the hand-worked silver spurs. Even after a hundred years, they
were still beautiful. Once again, she fought back tears, determined that this was not going to be a day of weepy goodbyes.

  “Thank you, Jake. They’re beautiful.” She rose on tiptoe and kissed him, then hurried out of the room and down the stairs, knowing he would follow her out.

  Amanda and Jake walked out onto the porch to find Rosita, Justin, and Luke waiting at the bottom of the steps. The two men were dressed in chaps like Jake, ready to ride. Luke and Justin saw the pair of spurs she was carrying and looked at each other with raised eyebrows.

  Luke chuckled. “Those ought to keep those city dudes in line. A couple of pokes in the flank will have those boys bucking like broncs.”

  She blushed and laid the spurs on the passenger seat with her purse. When she turned back, Rosita was waiting with open arms.

  As Amanda hugged her, the housekeeper said, “Miss Julie told me to tell you goodbye. She is on her way to San Antonio.”

  “Say goodbye for me, too, Rosita. And thank you for the beautiful dress. And the wonderful meals.” She turned toward Luke and Justin. “It’s been wonderful getting to know you two cowboys,” she said with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. “I had no idea life on a Texas ranch could be so…so damned much fun.”

  “We’ve been on a hell of a ride these past few days.” Justin said with a wide grin.

  Her suitcase and carry-on bag were already in the car. The gunslinger painting was rolled carefully in the mailing tube and tucked in her carry-on along with her hat, her laptop, and the contract Richard had e-mailed for Jake’s signature. With a final hug for Rosita, Amanda got into the car and started it. She stuck her arm out the window and waved to everyone as she pulled onto the gravel drive. By the time she rolled under the six-foot-wide set of horns at the gate to the ranch, her vision shimmered behind unchecked tears. She had reached the county road and turned south toward Austen before she could stop their flow.

  The weather was beautiful. It was unseasonably warm for early May and the clear skies and gentle breeze seemed a stark contrast to the torrential thunderstorms and hail that had welcomed her six days ago.

  Had it been just six days, she thought? It seemed much longer.

  What a joyfully uninhibited, delightfully wanton, naughty woman she’d become. She dropped one hand to her crotch, pressing against the denim to stop the tingling in her pussy. The gesture didn’t help but the memories would be a wonderful treat to see her through the coming days.

  She tried to convince herself that she would soon forget about the sexy cowboy who had done so much to help her shed her inhibitions. She worked even harder to convince herself that the relationship with Jake was based on sex only, a fun, one-time pony ride. Yet sadness lurked just beneath the edges of her emotions the farther she got from the ranch. What she needed to do was get back to New York and immerse herself in her work.

  The county road was virtually empty. She had seen only one other vehicle since she’d left the ranch. Then, just as she topped a gentle rise, she saw something in the road ahead. A horse and rider stood on the asphalt pavement, directly in her lane. Amanda slowed, expecting the rider to get out of her way. When the horse didn’t move, she pulled into the other side of the road. To her surprise, the rider nudged the horse and moved directly in front of her again.

  “What’s up with this asshole,” she muttered, slowing down even more. Suddenly, her stomach tied in a tight knot. The man on the horse was Winslow Morgan. She stopped the car, not sure what she should do. One thing she didn’t want to do was have a confrontation with the crazy bastard.

  The only time she’d met him, he stomped on her carry-on and then tried to hit her. She’d been saved when Jake punched the man in the nose, but Jake wasn’t here now. It was just her and this insane idiot. She needed to call Jake. Amanda reached for her purse and grabbed her phone. God, please let there be a signal! Her heart pounding and pulse racing, she scrolled through the numbers until Jake’s came up. She hit dial and looked up. Winslow had started walking his horse closer to her car. Jake’s phone rang and rang, then finally she heard his voice. It was barely audible beneath the static.

  “Jake,” she yelled. “I need your help. I’m on the county road about a mile from the ranch turn off. Winslow is blocking the road. What should I do?”

  Through the crackle of static, Jake said something, then broke up into bits of silence. All she could make out of it was, “Justin” and “coming,” but the rest was indecipherable. And Winslow was even closer now.

  Amanda threw the car in reverse, then changed her mind. Hell, she couldn’t back all the way to the ranch. She put the car in drive again and edged forward until she remembered how her horn had spooked the cattle. She accelerated forward quickly and laid on the horn.

  Winslow’s horse, a spotted Appaloosa, reared up, his front feet chopping air. Winslow seemed surprised at first, losing his hat and almost becoming unseated, but managed to hold on and bring the horse under control. She pulled to the right, her tires off the pavement at the top edge of the sloping ditch. She tried to drive around the horse, but Winslow once again moved in front of the car.

  If it had been just Winslow, she thought, she would run over the son of a bitch. But she couldn’t hit the horse. Suddenly, Winslow swung down out of his saddle and grabbed something—a gun?—from the back of the saddle and started toward her. He was close enough now that she could see his eyes gleaming crazily.

  Amanda quickly locked the doors and shoved the car in reverse. Stomping on the gas, the car lurched a foot backward and died. Winslow stood next to the driver’s side window and lifted his arm. What she thought might be a gun was actually a crowbar.

  “Oh shit!” She cried, leaning away just as Winslow swung the crowbar at the window.

  “Give me the blanket, you fucking bitch!” The crowbar hit the window with a sound like a gunshot. The shatterproof glass cracked into a thousand tiny pieces but held. “Give it to me, you cunt. It’s mine. Everything in that cabin is mine.” Winslow swung the crowbar again. This time she was splattered with tiny cubes of glass as a six-inch hole appeared in the window.

  Christ, he wants the Navajo blanket. He must not know about the gunslinger painting.

  “I don’t have the blanket. It’s at the ranch,” Amanda yelled through the broken window.

  “Bullshit! I know you have it. You’re taking it to an auction. Justin told Lloyd Masters at the bank you were, and Lloyd’s got a big mouth.” Winslow stuck the hooked end of the crowbar in the hole in the window and jerked, pulling the entire glass out and onto the ground. The man was red faced, livid with anger. Screaming curses, he reached inside the car, trying to grab the keys. They were out of reach so he grabbed Amanda’s upper arm, squeezing tightly.

  She screamed in pain and tried to pull away, leaning toward the passenger seat and trying to find something to hold on to. He would not get her out of the car! Her right hand hit something sharp and she cried out in pain—Jake’s silver spurs. She looked back and saw that Winslow, his head halfway through the window, had managed to unlock her door. Grasping the strap and shank of the spur, she swung hard toward the bastard’s face.

  The sharp spur struck Winslow in the forehead, then rolled down across one eye and over his cheek. He screamed as the spikes rolled across his face. She’d put as much force as she could behind the blow, and the spur cut as deep as the spikes could penetrate. Blood oozed out of a dozen holes. Grabbing his eye, he staggered away from the car. As soon as he released her arm, Amanda started the car and put it in gear, ready to drive around or over the horse, whichever she had to do to get away from that madman.

  Suddenly, Winslow darted away from the car and swung quickly up into his saddle. He was obviously panicked and, when she looked out the passenger window, she saw why. Jake and Justin were riding full out across the pasture, racing toward her. Winslow turned the Appaloosa and spurred him into a run. As Jake and Justin neared the car, Jake reined in, slowing Ginger until she came to a sliding stop next to the damaged car.


  Justin continued toward Winslow, gaining on him second by second. Amanda saw the spotted horse jump a barbed wire fence and disappear over a hill with Justin in hot pursuit.

  Jake was out of the saddle before Ginger had come to a full stop. Amanda unlocked the car door and opened it, tumbling out into Jake’s arms. She was covered with little cubes of glass.

  “Are you all right? Did the bastard hurt you?” Jake was breathing harshly.

  Amanda was gasping, trying to catch her breath. Her wide eyes were dry, her emotions overwhelmed by the shock of the attack. “I’m okay.” She massaged her arm. “He bruised my arm a little, but I’m okay.”

  Jake’s arms came around her as his expression fluctuated between worry and wrath. “That goddamn son of a bitch. What if I hadn’t gotten here in time? This time, he’s gone too far. If Justin doesn’t kill him, I will.”

  “Jake, he was after the blanket. He kept yelling the blanket was his. He doesn’t know about the gunslinger illustration.”

  Before Jake could respond, they saw Justin cresting a hill in the east pasture. His black stallion jumped the barbed wire fence easily before he turned toward Jake and Amanda.

  “What happened, Justin?” Jake continued to hold Amanda, his arms strong, protective. “Did the bastard get away?”

  “No.” Justin said, still astride his horse. “He tried to jump that sandstone gully and his horse couldn’t make the distance. Winslow got dumped and the horse fell on him. I think his back is broken. He’s alive and in a hell of a lot of pain, but he can’t move.”

  “Oh my God,” Amanda whispered, her hand to her mouth.

  Justin looked at her. She had regained some of her composure and had stepped away from Jake. “You okay?” He asked. Amanda nodded her head. “I am now. I’m glad you and Jake were able to get here so quickly.”