by Vanessa Vale
“This is what it will be like,” Mac murmured in my ear. “Hardin in your pussy, me in your ass.”
I clenched down at the words.
“Ah, you like that idea, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I breathed, rolling my hips to take the fingers deeper, to follow the pleasure.
“Get the lube,” Hardin said, pulling me on top of him. My knees settled on either side of him, but he was so big, so broad-chested that my legs were parted widely.
Mac went somewhere but returned with a small plastic bottle in his hand.
“Lube, sweetheart.” He flipped open the lid, drizzled some of the clear liquid onto his fingers. “It’s in my hands this time.”
Hardin lifted me up and lowered me onto him, his dick opening me up. Settling my hands on his chest, I stared down at him. “Ride me, little cowgirl.”
He grinned and I couldn’t help but smile back. He wasn’t in all the way yet, so I lifted up, then pushed down.
A rumble escaped his chest, so I did it again, then again until I was seated all the way on him. “I’m so full,” I admitted.
His hands cupped my breasts, played with the taut nipples as I sat atop him, his dick filling me completely.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Mac commented.
Hardin pulled me down for a kiss, and his hips lifted up. I’d done this the first time in the shop.
“A quick student,” Mac said. His slick fingers pressed to my virgin hole.
“Mac!” I cried. It was so different with Hardin’s dick inside me.
“Ready, baby?” Hardin asked, his gaze roving over my face.
I frowned.
“Time to fuck.”
This hadn’t been fucking before? I licked my lips, nodded. I set my hands on his shoulders as he gripped my hips, then really began to fuck me.
Deep thrusts that had him bottoming out, had my nipples rubbing against his chest.
Mac easily worked a finger into my ass and began to fuck me with it, too. He was careful, but I couldn’t think about much of what he was doing, only feel.
Them. How they made me feel. Pleasure that made my mind go blank. The sound of flesh slapping, the groans and gasps that escaped us.
When Mac slipped a second finger into me, I arched my back. Moaned. It burned but felt incredible. I was so full.
Hardin sucked on a nipple to add to the sensations.
They had been holding back. This was wild and dark, completely naughty. Mac began to talk then. Dirty talk, which only made me get wetter, and I could hear it.
“I’m getting my dick in here, sweetheart. Soon. Hardin’s going to fuck you so hard you’re going to forget your name. Then I’m going to flip you onto your stomach and fuck you some more.”
“Yes,” I breathed. I wanted everything he said, everything he was giving me now. And then some. “Mac. I need more than your fingers.”
Those fingers stilled, then slowly pulled out. “All right, we’ll get you there another time.”
I shook my head, and Hardin stilled deep inside me.
“No, I mean, I… I want you to fuck me there instead. Your dick, not your fingers.”
Hardin grunted, then began to move again.
“When we’ve got you prepared.”
“I’m prepared,” I replied. Looking over my shoulder, I took in Mac, kneeling on the bed, naked, those gorgeous tattoos rippling with the tension of his muscles. His dick pointed thick and long at me from between his thighs.
I remembered the first time I saw it in the ER. Imagined it not fitting in my pussy. I knew it would, now, and craved it somewhere else.
“Fuck my ass. Now. With Hardin in me, too. It’s what you want. What I need.”
I had no idea if it was really what I needed, but my body wanted it. I needed the connection with both of them. Together.
Mac glanced at Hardin. Something unsaid passed between them, and then all of a sudden they moved.
Mac hopped from the bed, Hardin shifted so we were in the exact same position but sideways on the bed, his knees bent, feet on the floor.
I looked over my shoulder as Mac stepped between Hardin’s spread legs. He was dripping more lube onto his cock and rubbing it all over with his hand until it glistened and was fully covered.
His hand went to my ass again, fingers slipping back inside. Hardin held himself still as Mac carefully worked my ass, scissoring his fingers and opening me up, getting me super slick.
I gasped, rolled my hips. It didn’t hurt, but the stretch burned. Yet there was something else, sensations I’d never expected, never achieved from playing with myself and my toys.
“She’s ready,” Mac told Hardin.
“Good, ’cause I can’t fucking hold still any longer,” Hardin growled.
Mac stepped close, and then I looked away, back at Hardin.
“Take a deep breath,” he told me. “Good girl. Let it out.”
“Oh,” I gasped as Mac’s dick pressed at my entrance. Instinctively I clenched down. Hardin swore and I took another deep breath and tried to relax.
“Let me in, sweetheart. Open that virgin hole up. Good girl. You wanted both of us. You wanted us not to hold back. This is us, Sam. Fucking you. Loving you.”
He slipped past the tight ring and I whimpered. Two dicks were in me. Two big dicks. Mac pulled back, pushed forward, in slow, controlled in-and-out motions until he was all the way in.
“Oh my God,” I said.
Hardin lifted his head, kissed me.
“Now we fuck, baby.”
I felt them. Front and back. Inside me. Surrounding me. Me! The clueless virgin.
But that wasn’t me any longer. I was Sam Smyth, their woman. I wasn’t frigid. I was wild. Passionate.
“Now we fuck,” I repeated.
They began to move then, not holding back. Mac’s hand settled on my shoulder as he held me in place to fuck me. He pulled all the way back, then pushed in deep. Not hard, for my ass wasn’t truly designed for things going in, but God… it felt… so fucking good.
Hardin lifted and lowered me, hands on hips, to fuck me deep. They alternated their motions, their dicks working me over.
I closed my eyes, let them hold me up, move me, use me.
My clit rubbed against Hardin, and I came once. Twice. A third time. I screamed the first, begged the second for it never to stop, then had no voice for the third.
They were insatiable, their sexual stamina impressive. They didn’t come until I was a sweaty, sloppy, sated mess between them. Hardin came on a growl, his fingers most likely leaving bruises on my hips. Mac held himself deep, and I felt the heat of his cum as it filled me.
I didn’t move. I couldn’t. Mac slipped out and I whimpered. Hardin rolled so I was on my back. He pulled out as well, and I felt their cum slip out, coat my pussy, mark not only me but the sheets beneath me.
I’d have to think about how we didn’t use protection later. My doctor brain should be yelling at me now, but I couldn’t think. Couldn’t do anything but bask in the soreness, in the endorphins. A warm, wet cloth cleaned me, and I was quickly tucked between the two of them. Two hard bodies surrounding me, caressing me. Whispering words of love in my ear.
I had two men who loved me. Who wanted me. Needed me.
I was considered a genius, my brain filled with so much knowledge. Yet I realized in this moment, life was simple. There was only one thing to learn.
Love was all that mattered. With that one bit of knowledge, that they loved me and I loved them in return, life was perfect.
Ready for the conclusion to the Wild Mountain Men series? Read Mountain Danger!
Eve Miranski has spent weeks trying to find a killer who's roaming free in Cutthroat. She's also working hard to protect her battered heart from two alpha cowboys who aren't making it easy. Yeah, two. After they meet at a holiday party, Shane Nickel and Finch Anderson have made it clear to Eve they're interested in one thing. Her.
He might be the son of a movie star, but Shane Nickel's co
ntent living out of the spotlight. When he meets the stubborn detective, his protective instincts kick in. He should let her go, find a woman whose work doesn't require a gun and handcuffs (although he can think of some fun uses for the handcuffs) and not tasked with hunting down a murderer. His heart—and other parts of him—want Eve.
As a forest ranger, Finch Anderson spends more time in the wilderness than in town. That suits him just fine, until he meets Eve and everything changes. He wants her, wants everything he never thought he could have, but how can a felon and a feisty detective get along?
The men's doubts won't matter when new evidence in the Erin Mills case is discovered and the identity of the murderer is revealed. The only thing they'll have to worry about is keeping Eve alive because the killer won't be caught without a fight.
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About the Author
Vanessa Vale is the USA Today bestselling author of sexy romance novels, including her popular Bridgewater historical series and hot contemporary romances. With over one million books sold, Vanessa writes about unapologetic bad boys who don't just fall in love, they fall hard. Her books are available worldwide in multiple languages in e-book, print, audio and even as an online game. When she's not writing, Vanessa savors the insanity of raising two boys and figuring out how many meals she can make with a pressure cooker. While she's not as skilled at social media as her kids, she loves to interact with readers.
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