by Tyler, Paige
Heather dragged her mouth away from Clint’s to look over her shoulder and saw Blaine kneeling on the bed behind her, a hopeful look in his eye and a condom on his cock.
“Would you like me in your ass?” he asked huskily.
Surprised, but also pleased he was waiting for her to give him the okay before he went any further, she smiled and nodded. “I’d love it.”
She’d had anal sex before, of course, but something told her it was going to be even more amazing with a hunk like Blaine. She opened her mouth to tell him there was lube in the bedside table, but closed it again when he ran his finger along her slick pussy and realized she was wet enough to provide her own.
Her pulse racing with anticipation, Heather turned back around to see Clint gazing up at her, his dark eyes smoldering. She bent to kiss him again, taking full and total possession of his mouth.
Behind her, Blaine carefully slid his finger in her anus. Little tingles of pleasure flowed through her as he tenderly moved his finger in and out. She whimpered against Clint’s mouth, hoping Blaine would take that as a hint to finger-fuck her a little harder, but instead, he pulled his finger out. A moment, later she felt the head of his penis against the puckered opening.
Clint gripped her ass cheeks, spreading them for the other man even as Blaine grasped her waist. “That’s it, baby. Take his cock in your ass.”
Having her husband spread her wide so another man could fuck her in the ass was unbelievably erotic, and Heather moaned as Blaine slowly slid in her ass. He was thick and hot inside her, and she automatically clenched around him. He hadn’t even started thrusting and she already felt like she was having an orgasm.
Unable to help herself, she rotated her hips, grinding against both Clint and Blaine. The men began to thrust in unison, their movements slow and hypnotic, and she lost herself in the rhythm. Being fucked by two men at once was one of the most amazing experiences in the world, and she didn’t want to rush it. And yet, she couldn’t resist undulating her hips faster.
“Take me hard,” she demanded against her husband’s mouth.
“You want me to fuck you harder?” he asked. “Or Blaine?”
She moaned. “Both of you!”
They obeyed, pumping into her more and more forcefully until she thought she might pass out. But she mustn’t have because she felt every glorious sensation as it rippled through her in wave after wave. Heather dug her nails into Clint’s shoulders and she buried her face in his neck, muffling her screams of ecstasy. It was difficult to tell which part of her body had the stronger orgasm, her pussy or her ass, but as she came over and over again, she decided it didn’t matter. It felt incredible, and that was all she needed to know.
Clint and Blaine came with her, their climaxes as in synch as their thrusts had been their groans of release hoarse in her ear.
Still high on pleasure, Heather was only vaguely aware of Blaine sliding out of her ass and collapsing on the bed beside them. Beneath her, Clint’s cock still throbbed in her pussy, and she slowly clenched her muscles, drawing out the last few quivers of orgasm before she fell into a blissful sleep with her two hunky cowboys.
* * * * *
Heather was still thinking about how incredible their first threesome with Blaine had been over her morning cup of coffee the next day. She’d woken up a few hours earlier to find herself sandwiched between them with her head on Clint’s chest and her ass pressed up against Blaine as he spooned her. After kissing each of them good morning, she’d given each of them a nice, long blowjob, which both men thanked her for with some mind-blowing oral sex. Of course, that meant they all needed a shower, which they’d taken together, so it was no wonder that it was almost ten before Blaine had left. Thankfully, it was Sunday, so she and Clint usually slept in anyway.
Across the table from Heather, her husband grinned. “Looks like the new ranch hand is fitting in even better than we thought. It’s going to be interesting when Holden and Mav get back, though.”
Her brow furrowed. The other two ranch hands knew better than to be jealous. “What do you mean?”
Clint shrugged. “Just wondering if you can handle four men at once.”
The image of Clint, Holden, Mav and Blaine making love to her at the same time made her pussy quiver. She smiled. “I don’t think that’s going to be a problem. In fact, I’m looking forward to it.”
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SADIE AND HER COWBOY
Copyright © 2012 by Paige Tyler
Jake Wagner wasn’t at all like Sadie thought he would be. For one thing, he was younger than she’d pictured. And for another, he was more handsome. In fact, his rugged good looks, dark eyes and sinfully delicious voice had just about made it almost impossible to think. He even had that trace of stubble on his jaw she preferred rather than a traditional beard and mustache. She still wasn’t sure how she explained the problems she’d been having with Boone, much less managed to quibble about her new foreman’s fee. She was almost relieved when he’d left with Ned so she could get some work done.
But while her pulse might flutter at the sight of his broad shoulders and manly build, Sadie couldn’t help having some misgivings about hiring Jake. For all his polite demeanor, he was still a gunslinger, and she wasn’t sure she trusted him.
Sadie regretted telling Ned to telegram Jake the moment the words had left her mouth, and found herself hoping he wouldn’t agree to come. But he had agreed, and now that he was here, she couldn’t come up with a good reason not to hire him. Paying Jake two-hundred dollars up front was an expense she hadn’t anticipated, however, which meant she had to redo the account ledger.
She was still doing the math when Ned wandered in an hour later. She looked up as he took a seat.
“Did Mr. Wagner get settled in?” she asked.
“He did. Showed him around and introduced him to everyone. Since the sun’ll be settin’ soon, I told him I’d give him a tour of the ranch tomorrow at first light.”
She sat back in her chair. “What do you think of him?”
“I think once Boone finds out Jake’s yer new foreman, he ain’t gonna be happy.”
She frowned. “Which means Boone will probably try something again.”
“Or back off completely.”
Sadie didn’t think so. Boone would test Jake first, then worry about the gunslinger’s reputation later. “Where’s Mr. Wagner now?”
“He went into town. Said somethin’ about going to the saloon.”
The saloon? Her eyes narrowed. She didn’t pay him two-hundred dollars so he could drink himself into a stupor, damn him.
Sadie snapped the ledger book closed with a bang and shot to her feet. Ned rose, too.
“Is the wagon still hitched from my earlier trip into town?” she asked as she headed for the door.
“I believe so.” Ned followed her down the hallway. “Why? Where are you off to?”
“The saloon,” she said tersely. “I’m going to have a chat with Mr. Wagner.”
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Miss Sadie.”
She rounded on Ned. “My father never had any respect for drunken louts and neither do I. If Mr. Wagner wants to drink and whore, he’s not going to do it with my money.”
Ned frowned at her less-than-ladylike language, but didn’t take her to task for it. Instead, he opened the front door for her and accompanied her to where the wagon sat waiting beside the barn. “If yer intent on doin’ this, I’m goin’ with you.”
Sadie climbed up onto the seat and took the reins. “I appreciate the thought, Ned, but I can handle Mr. Wagner on my own.”
“It’ll be dark soon,” he protested.
“I’ll be back before then.”
Unless Jake had disappeared upstairs with one of the saloon girls, of course. Then it might take her a bit longer. Not that it mattered. She would barge into every room in the place to find him if she had to.
Fortuna
tely, that wasn’t necessary. Jake was at the bar when Sadie walked in, a drink in his hand and a heavily made-up saloon girl on either side of him. The man was so interested in whatever the more buxom of the two women was whispering in his ear he didn’t notice Sadie march across the room to stand in front of him. She wrinkled her nose. Good gracious, he reeked of whiskey even from this distance.
The chatter in the saloon all but ceased. Even the piano player had stopped tinkling the keys. She didn’t know if it was because something or something.
The saloon girl who wasn’t attached to his ear gave her a haughty look. She had curly, dark hair and a beauty mark painted on her cheek. “Can we help you?”
Sadie folded her arms and returned the woman’s superior gaze with one of her own. “As a matter of fact, yes. You can start by taking your hands off him.”
She was surprised Jake heard her over the sweet nothings the big-breasted strumpet was cooing in his ear, but he jerked his head up at the sound of her voice.
The dark-haired saloon girl lifted a brow. “And who are you to tell us what to do? His wife?”
Sadie wanted to laugh. She’d rather end up a spinster than marry a no-good, drunken lout like Jake Wagner. “I’m his employer.”
Both women looked confused at that. Which was rather surprising. Sadie thought for sure everyone in town would know she’d hired a new foreman. If they hadn’t before, they would after this.
She glared at Jake. “I didn’t pay you all that money in advance so you could come to the saloon and drink it all, you know.”
The good-for-nothing man had the nerve to flash her a grin that was both infuriating and heart-stopping at the same time. “Now, don’t go getting your pantaloons in a bunch, Miss Sadie. I didn’t spend all the money on whiskey.”
His words were only slightly slurred, which was rather amazing considering how much he’d probably drunk. She clenched her jaw. “I didn’t pay you all that money so you could some here and spend it on saloon girls, either. I expect more from my foreman.”
Jake regarded her lazily. “Why don’t you get along back to that ranch of yours and do what you do best, and I’ll stay here and do what I do best?”
She clenched her hands into fists to keep from slapping that smug face of his. “And what exactly do you do best, Mr. Wagner? Get drunk?”
The saloon erupted into laugher around them. Sadie was glad someone was amused.
“I’m not drunk,” he said.
She let out a snort. “Oh, please! You’re as drunk as a fiddler’s clerk.”
That earned her more laughs from the saloon’s patrons.
Jake pushed himself away from the bar. Sadie hadn’t realized how tall he was when he’d been sprawled out in the chair in front of her desk, but he positively towered over her. It was all she could do not to take a step back when he bent his head and put his mouth to her ear.
“Stop this right now and go back to the ranch like I told you.”
If Sadie had been paying attention, she would have realized his words weren’t slurred like before, but his nearness—combined with the feel of his warm breath on cheek—made it difficult to concentrate. Annoyed with herself for being so weak, she stepped back to give him a fierce look.
“I don’t take orders from you, Mr. Wagner,” she told him coldly. “You, however, will take them from me. Is that clear?”
Jake regarded her, his eyes locked with hers in a battle of wills, but Sadie wasn’t about to waiver.
“Looks like the little lady put you in yer place, but good,” a man laughed from the other side of the room.
The rest of the saloon must have thought it was just as funny. There were chortles and guffaws all around. Jake didn’t appear to think it was amusing at all, and if Sadie was smart, she would have stopped there. But pride and anger wouldn’t let her.
“Pay your bar tab if you have one, Mr. Wagner, because we’re leaving. You’re coming back to the ranch with me.”
Sadie didn’t wait to see if her new foreman followed, but turned and started for the door. She barely made it two steps before a strong hand caught her arm. She whirled around to see Jake glowering down at her.
“I’ll go with you, but when we get back to the ranch, you and I are going to have a talk,” he growled.
Sadie jerked her arm free of his grasp. Which was probably something she couldn’t have done if he hadn’t let her. She spun on her heel and headed for the door again. Jake stumbled after her. How could he seem stone-cold sober one minute, and drunk as a skunk the next?
“I don’t know why I let Ned talk me into hiring you,” she muttered as she led the way to the stable where she’d left the wagon. The sun was low in the sky now, bathing the street in shadows. “Who ever heard of a gunslinger managing a ranch anyway? You’re nothing but an outlaw who will work for anyone who pays your outrageous fee.”
She was in the stable before she realized Jake hadn’t made a single comment during her entire rant. The drunken lout had probably passed out in the street. Mouth tight, she spun around, prepared to drag him the rest of the way, only to stop short when she saw him standing behind her, arms folded across his broad chest, a scowl on his handsome face.
“Are you finished?” he asked.
Her brow furrowed. “How do you do that? Sound drunk one minute, and sober as I am the next?”
“I told you before. I’m not drunk.”
“Really? Then why do you smell like you just took a bath in a tub of whiskey?”
“Because I doused myself in the stuff before I went into the saloon.”
She frowned again. “Why would you do that?”
“So I could get the townsfolk to talk to me.” He shrugged his broad shoulders. “They won’t talk to a stranger, but they’ll sure as hell talk to a drunk.”
Sadie considered the logic of that. She supposed what he said made sense. That didn’t mean she wasn’t still upset with him. “Well, you could have told me, you know.”
“I did. I told you to go back to the ranch.”
“I meant before I went in there and made a fool of myself.”
Jake snorted. “I didn’t know you were going to follow me. I expected you to be at the ranch doing woman’s work.”
Sadie’s eyes narrowed. “Woman’s work? You mean like sewing quilts and washing clothes?”
“Exactly.”
Chauvinist pig. “Because those are the only things a woman can do, right?” She tried to rein in her temper, but it was quickly nearing its boiling point again. “I’ll have you know I’ve been doing a lot more than sewing quilts and washing clothes out at the ranch since my father died, Mr. Wagner.”
“Maybe that’s why you’re in the predicament you’re in.”
The words cut Sadie more deeply than she wanted to admit, maybe because she’d often wondered if she was partly to blame for making the ranch such an easy target. But she’d be damned if she was going to let a gunslinger like Jake Wagner take her to task for it. Before she even realized what she was doing, she lifted her hand and slapped him hard across the face.
The sound of it echoed in the stable, but Sadie barely heard it. Instead, she stood there, shocked by what she’d just done. She’d never hit anyone in her life.
There was no way Jake could have expected her to slap him, and yet he didn’t seem surprised by her show of violence. He did look angry, though. His jaw was clenched so tightly she thought it might crack.
She’d never been one to run from a fight, but the strange glint in his eye made her think it was time to make her escape. Mumbling something about wanting to get back to the ranch before it got dark, Sadie started to back away, but Jake caught her wrist. Without a word, he strode across the enclosure, dragging her with him. The fury she’d felt earlier gave way to fear.
“Wh-what are you doing?” she stammered.
He stopped and turned to face her. “Doing what someone should have done a long time ago.”
Sadie opened her mouth to ask him what in tarnati
on he was talking about, but all that came out was an “oomph,” as he sat down on a bale of hay and threw her over his knee.
“What—?” she began, but the rest of her words ended in a startled gasp as Jake’s hand came down on her upturned bottom.
The barbarian was spanking her! She might have been embarrassed if she wasn’t so damn furious at his arrogance.
She shoved against his well-muscled leg, trying to push herself upright. “How dare you spank me? Let me up right now!”
He delivered a sharp smack to her other cheek. “Not until we get something straight.”
She pushed against his leg again, still to no avail. “If you don’t let me up immediately, I’ll scream.”
“If you want the entire town to see you getting a spanking, go ahead.” His hand connected with her derriere again, harder this time. “After the way you acted in the saloon, I’m sure they’ll think you deserve it.”
He was smacking her bottom with a steady rhythm now, and the light cotton her dress was made from wasn’t very good at shielding the blows. In fact, the spanks stung something fierce.
“First of all,” Jake said in between smacks, “I’m your foreman, not your lackey. I’ll do the job you hired me to do, but I won’t take orders. Particularly if you’re so rude when you give them.”
He punctuated the words with an especially hard spank to each cheek that made her yelp.
“Second of all,” he continued. “I don’t need you to tell me how to do my job. If spending my nights pretending to be drunk as a skunk and seducing saloon girls helps me stop Boone from stealing your ranch out from under you, that’s what I’ll do. Is that understood?”
He paused, his hand no doubt poised and ready to administer more spanks if she didn’t agree. She ground her jaw, refusing to answer.
Jake smacked her derriere again. “Is it?”
Ouch. “Yes, dammit! Now, let me up!”
“Promise you won’t give a repeat performance like the one in the saloon, and I will.”
“Go to—” His hand connected with her bottom again, this time managing to span both cheeks. “Owww! All right, you win. I promise.”