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Make Me Yours

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by Vanessa Vale


  Well, maybe not quite as much. But he was probably eager to get her out of his house. I understood his interest in getting his new wife all to himself. Once he offered his help in getting Lacey back, I looked him up online too. I’d been on technology more in the past week than I ever wanted. I was just looking forward to returning to quiet. With Lacey.

  And doing it via private jet only made it all the better.

  We could have inducted ourselves into the Mile High Club on the way, but I wanted no one around when we fucked her next. Not even a flight attendant. So she’d settled between us in the luxurious seats and we’d made out like teenagers.

  By the time we drove back to Bridgewater and to Micah’s house in town—it was closer than my cabin—we were all beyond eager.

  “I want you too much to pretend to be a librarian,” she murmured as I tugged her behind me up the front steps. Micah unlocked the door and turned on the light—it was after ten and the sun had set an hour ago—and waited for us to clear the door, kick it shut and lock it.

  “No pretending,” I said as I stopped in front of Micah’s big bed.

  He closed the bedroom door, too, even went over and lowered the blinds on the windows. The idea of someone watching us have sex not once, but twice, made me want to go to the jail and beat the shit out of the guy…again. I’d punched him. Matt had let me get one good swing in before they hauled him off the ranch and to jail.

  While we would never be inhibited with Lacey, neither Micah or I were exhibitionists. I didn’t want anything we did seen by anyone else. I wasn’t ashamed. I was protective. And after what we’d been through, very protective.

  “Tonight, we want you. All of you. You said you love us. Yes?” I asked.

  She nodded, but knew we wanted the words since she said, “Yes.”

  “Like you said, this has happened fast. Really fast,” Micah said. “We have all the time in the world to get to know each other. Did you know I hate cilantro?”

  Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. “Um, no.”

  “One more thing you know about me then. We want to marry you, Lacey Leesworth,” he told her. “Don’t worry, I wasn’t asking. You’ll know when we ask.” I saw the heated gleam, knew I couldn’t wait for the right time to do so. “Tonight though, we’re making you ours. Taking you together.”

  “Claiming you,” I added. “And we’ll take our time to get to know each other, outside of the bedroom too.”

  “Okay,” she murmured. Her eyes were bright, her lips plump and red from our kisses. She’d had on a t-shirt and shorts in LA and hadn’t changed. The air was cooler here and it was time to warm her up. And I didn’t mean with a sweater. “But you should know, I don’t like country music.”

  I laughed at her revelation. I hated country music, but I knew Micah had a station programmed into his truck’s radio. “Fine by me,” I said. “Tell me something else, sugar. Are you wet for us?”

  I was done making small talk. I would tell her I didn’t screw the lid back on the toothpaste another time.

  Lacey’s fingers went to her shorts, undid the button and slid down the zipper. After she pushed the garment off her hips—taking her panties with it—she raised a brow and said, “Why don’t you find out?”

  Oh yeah, she was the woman for us. There was no doubt in my mind. And when I looked to Micah, in his either. She was ours.

  ***

  Lacey

  I wouldn’t think about Colt’s words, that they wanted to marry me. That was for another time. I’d just gotten them back. I’d spent a week crying, mad and sad and everything in between. Now I wanted to be with them, between them again. To know that there was nothing between us. They understood the insanity of my job, what being with me entailed. They knew the worst. How much worse could it be to have sex pictures up for everyone to see? I dreaded the day I met their parents because of the scandal. Perhaps that was why they said they wanted to marry me, that I’d have a ring on my finger before we did so.

  There was no pretense now. No worries. I could be myself with them. Always. They’d never known me any other way. And so I’d shucked my shorts, stripped off my panties and waited for them to pounce.

  They did. It took them all of two seconds. With two big men, I wasn’t sure who lifted me, who put me on the bed, who stripped off my shirt and bra with expert skill—and haste. All I knew was that between one breath and the next, I was naked, both of them were looming over me and a hand was pressed against my pussy.

  “She’s wet,” Micah growled.

  He slipped a finger inside of me and curled it as he rubbed my clit. I grabbed hold of their arms and arched my back. The touch was ruthless and precise, not a teasing touch, but one that brought me to the brink of an orgasm within a minute.

  “You’ll come, Lacey. We need to see it. Hear it. I need to feel you squeezing my finger. Dripping on my palm.”

  Micah’s dirty talk was my undoing. I couldn’t resist them, couldn’t hold back from the pleasure he was wringing from me.

  I cried out, clenched down, milking his finger, wishing it was bigger, deeper. More.

  When the pleasure ebbed, he slipped from me, but I wasn’t given a reprieve. “My turn,” I heard Colt say just before he pushed my thighs wide and put his mouth on me.

  I was so sensitive already, barely recovered, that it didn’t take much to get me to come again.

  And again.

  Only when I was mindless, boneless and completely at their mercy did they move me. Colt settled on the bed lying on his back and Micah positioned me over him. “Ride me, sugar,” Colt growled.

  I was confused. The last time I had my eyes opened, he was clothed. Now he was naked and hard, his cock curving straight up toward his belly. When he gripped the base in his fist, I watched as a drop of fluid seeped from the tip. I lowered my head to taste it, but he pushed me back up.

  “Nope. Not a chance. I’ll blow before I even get in your mouth. Later. I promise you can suck me off later.”

  I went up on my knees, hovered over him until I felt him settle at my entrance, then I lowered down. I was so wet and ready he slid in easily. I rode him with abandon, circling and shifting my hips with the pleasure, but I knew I wasn’t alone in this. His hips lifted to meet me, to fill me completely. His hand gripped my hip.

  I glanced over my shoulder at Micah, thinking he was missing out, but he had the lube in his hand and was dribbling it onto his fingers, coating them.

  “Come here, sugar,” Colt said. “Give Micah some room.”

  I leaned down, pressed my breasts into Colt’s chest, the soft hairs there tickling my soft skin. He cupped the back of my head, kissed me. And didn’t stop. Not when Micah started talking dirty, not when Micah started playing.

  “You took the plug so well last week. I’m going to claim you here tonight, but I’ll get you ready first.” He didn’t stop the litany of words. Praise, carnal suggestions, plans. Everything as he worked one finger deep into me, then another. When he scissored them open, I gasped against Colt’s mouth, but he didn’t stop kissing me as if he needed it to breathe.

  I had no idea how much time had passed. Colt gently thrust up and into me in a rocking motion. Enough to keep us both on the edge, but not enough to push us over. When Micah finally pulled his fingers free, I heard the sound of more lube, the slick rubbing of flesh.

  “My cock next,” he said. “Nice and easy. Relax, breathe and we’ll make you feel so good.”

  Colt stopped kissing me then, watched me instead. I could tell he was making sure I was okay with this, that I was enjoying it. I had no doubt they’d both stop if I needed it, but I was hoping Micah had prepared me well.

  I wanted to be with them both, to be in the middle of these two amazing men.

  The broad head was there, pressing. Circling. Retreating. Pressing again. Over and over with a slight bit more pressure each time until my eyes widened, my ass opened for him and he popped in.

  “Oh,” I gasped. Wow, it was a lot. They w
ere big and they were both in me.

  “Okay?” Colt asked, stroking over my head.

  I nodded, panted. Micah shifted in slightly and I moaned.

  “She’s doing fine,” Colt said.

  “Nice and slow,” Micah confirmed. “That’s it. A little more, now back. Good, push back. Yes. Do you like fucking both your men?”

  Now that Micah’s cock was being squeezed—probably very hard—by my not-so-virgin ass hole, he started talking really dirty. Stuff I didn’t even imagine before but turned me on. They began to move in opposing motions, one in, the other out as they fucked me.

  Having them separated by just a thin membrane made them stroke so deep. So much. Micah’s thrusts pushed me forward, rubbing my clit over Colt’s lower belly.

  “I’m…it’s…I’m going to come.”

  They’d already brought me to climax twice so far, and it hadn’t felt like this. I had no idea there were so many erogenous places on my body, but they’d found them all. And I was going to burst. Explode. Ignite.

  Boom.

  I screamed, probably making both of them deaf, but I was lost in them. Because of them.

  They picked up their pace, but were still easy with it. Micah came first, muttering something about it being too good. I felt him spurt hotly into me. He remained motionless, deep inside me until he caught his breath, then slowly pulled out.

  By then, I couldn’t lift my head off of Colt’s chest. Our bodies were slicked together with sweat and I could hear the pounding of his heart.

  Once Micah moved away, Colt flipped me onto my back and took me. Slow and leisurely, but forcefully.

  “Ours, sugar.”

  “Yes.”

  He stiffened above me, plunged deep. Cried out my name as he came.

  I didn’t come again, I couldn’t. I didn’t need to. I was done. So perfectly done.

  “Now that’s how it’s supposed to be. Anything else and it’s just wrong,” Micah said, returning from the bathroom with a damp washcloth.

  When Colt pulled out, he took the cloth and wiped gently between my thighs.

  “Perfect,” he murmured. “Shit, I’m hard again.”

  I laughed, but my eyes remained closed. “Get me a bag of frozen peas and let me take a nap. Then we can do it again.”

  “Are you sore, sugar?” Colt asked.

  “You put a huge cock up your ass and see if you’re sore,” I muttered.

  I felt lips brush over my jaw. Felt the smile. “Nope, just your ass. Don’t worry. We’ll take care of you. Every perfect part.”

  I felt the bed dip, Micah settling on one side of me, Colt on the other.

  “You guys aren’t so bad yourself. I got my two cowboys.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Colt drawled.

  “No lasso needed,” Micah added.

  I couldn’t help but laugh, thinking of how Colt had roped me. Yeah, he’d caught me then, but I had to think he caught me the first time I laid eyes on them. Both of them. Bridgewater-style.

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  Vanessa Vale is the USA Today Bestselling author of over 30 books, sexy romance novels, including her popular Bridgewater historical romance series and hot contemporary romances featuring unapologetic bad boys who don't just fall in love, they fall hard. When she's not writing, Vanessa savors the insanity of raising two boys, is figuring out how many meals she can make with a pressure cooker, and teaches a pretty mean karate class. While she's not as skilled at social media as her kids, she loves to interact with readers.

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  VANESSA VALE BOOKS

  Outlaw Brides Series

  Flirting With The Law

  MMA Fighter Romance Series

  Fight For Her

  Bridgewater County Series

  Ride Me Dirty

  Claim Me Hard

  Take Me Fast

  Hold Me Close

  Make Me Yours

  Mail Order Bride of Slate Springs Series

  A Wanton Woman

  A Wild Woman

  A Wicked Woman

  Bridgewater Ménage Series

  Their Runaway Bride

  Their Kidnapped Bride

  Their Wayward Bride

  Their Captivated Bride

  Their Treasured Bride

  Their Christmas Bride

  Their Reluctant Bride

  Their Stolen Bride

  Their Brazen Bride

  Their Bridgewater Brides- Books 1-3 Boxed Set

  Wildflowers Of Montana Series

  Rose

  Hyacinth

  Dahlia

  Daisy

  Lily

  Montana Maidens Series

  Claiming Catherine

  Taming Tessa

  Dominating Devney

  Submitting Sarah

  Montana Men Series

  The Lawman

  The Cowboy

  The Outlaw

  Western Widows

  Sweet Justice

  Mine To Take

  Relentless

  Fight For Her

  Sleepless Night

  Man Candy

 

 

 


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