“Will you miss me when I’m gone?” The teasing light in her eyes dimmed for a moment.
Cale’s chest tightened. “You know I will.”
Kate drew a long, trembling breath and placed her plate on the coffee table. “Well, maybe it’s a good thing I won’t be here long. You two could make a girl feel guilty about deserting you.”
Bobby slid his plate beside hers, then pulled her over his lap to give her a quick, hard kiss. “We better get out there before we blow off our good intentions.”
When they parted, Kate’s face was flushed. “Sure you’re going to be able to drag your Wranglers over that hard-on?”
“Gonna hurt like hell,” Bobby growled.
Cale eyed his own erection and sighed. “I promise we won’t be that long, but you might want to climb back under the covers.”
“Boys, it’s not any fun doing that alone.”
Minutes later, the two men were bundled head to toe. Bobby had found her a robe and placed a blanket over her as she nestled into the couch, but as soon as they were out the door, she was too restless to stay there. She picked up the dishes and headed to the kitchen, enjoying the mundane task that freed her mind to think. But she was done worrying about the shambles of her life back in Sacramento. The two men filled her with plenty of fresh fodder. And again, her imagination wandered down lush, tawdry paths—filled with sexy possibilities.
Which might have given her old self pause because that Kate never obsessed over sex. Or over any man. Not even David. He’d only been a signpost in her life. Another step up the wrung of adulthood.
So what was this weekend all about? And where had the courage come that had her insisting on eating breakfast au naturel?
Her thoughts kept her moving and straightening their already orderly cabin while she admired the workmanship and care for detail they’d put into building their home. The log cabin’s walls were smoothed planks on the interior walls and varnished. The furnishings were comfortable, masculine and colorful. Saddle leather sofas, bright throw rugs and Indian blankets. Photographs, not many, but offering slices of their shared lives were hung on the shining walls. She pored over them, sighing over the men in their dress uniforms and smiling at the photos where camouflage paint smudged their cheeks. The photographs of the ranch—Bobby, bareheaded and astride a galloping horse, Cale sitting on the porch holding a cup of coffee as he watched a blazing sunset—tugged at some deeper emotion she wasn’t brave enough to face.
At last, wrapped inside the thick terrycloth robe while her clothes were in the wash, Kate sat on a leather sofa, her legs tucked under her and a cup of hot chocolate warming her belly while the fire she’d continued to feed in the hearth kept the chill from the living room.
Outside the picture window, the world was wrapped in a soft blanket of pristine snow. Just the sort of scene she’d imagined when David had suggested they head to the lodge for a break.
How different everything had turned out.
She was alone for the first time since her rescue. The telephone lying on a side table just within reach tempted her. But did she really want to call David? Or maybe the rental company instead, to let them know their car was floating down a stream? Only she didn’t want reality to intrude on her little fantasy. Not yet.
Two sexy cowboys had set their minds on providing for her pleasure. Tomorrow, she’d be responsible. Today, she’d play and immerse herself in wanton delight.
Her body ached in interesting places. The muscles of her inner thighs felt tight and stretched. Her belly burned as though she’d done a hundred sit ups. Her skin felt as though a loofah had reinvigorated her surface, made her more sensitive to touch, flushed with heat—she thought the next time one of them smoothed his callused palm over her she might come from just a simple caress.
She tried hard not to think about the raw, wet state of her pussy. It pulsed and quivered, the sensations growing as footsteps climbed onto the porch outside the door, drawing nearer.
Would they be able to see the arousal slowly consuming her when they looked at her?
The front door opened and cold wind swept inside. Bobby and Cale entered, dropping the old-fashioned wooden latch to close them in. Their coats and legs were covered in snow, and they shed the jackets and boots next to the door and bent to brush away the snow clinging to their legs before walking deeper into the room.
Both their gazes honed in on her.
She lifted her cup and drank deeply, eyeing them over the rim.
“Warm enough in here?” Bobby asked, his voice sliding into a roughened purr.
Setting aside the cup, she wrapped her arms around her middle, just beneath her breasts to plump them up. “All cozy,” she murmured.
Cale glanced at the couch and the fire and then walked stiffly toward the hearth, kneeling to open the fireguard and add another log.
Bobby showed no indecision, coming to the couch and easing down beside her, his long legs stretched in front of him. He cupped her knee and gave it a squeeze.
He locked his gaze with hers and then reached for the tie at her waist and opened it with a tug.
Then his cold hand slipped inside and cupped her breast.
Her breath gasped.
His lips curved. “Can’t think of a better way to warm up.”
Cale glanced over his shoulder, his gaze dropping to where Bobby’s hand had disappeared inside the robe. “Seems a shame to waste a fire,” he said softly.
“It’s plenty warm in here,” Kate agreed, licking her lips, because she knew from the tension radiating from Cale’s frame and the shortening breaths from Bobby beside her, that the boys had decided it was time to play again.
Cale rose swiftly and began to peel his clothing off. Bobby pulled his hand free from her robe and sat forward, scraping his sweater and T-shirt over his head and tossing them away. Then he leaned back again to unbutton his jeans.
She couldn’t help staring at the vee of bronze skin he exposed as he slowly opened his pants. When his hand rooted inside and drew out his cock, she licked her lips.
“Damn, girl, don’t do that.”
“What?”
“Make me want that mouth.”
She blinked, her cheeks flushing. He’d read her mind. She unfolded her legs and stood. Shrugging out of the robe, she let it puddle on the floor behind her and reached for a pillow on the sofa before walking slowly toward the fire.
Cale inhaled sharply, his hand gliding it up and down his shaft.
She turned away from the fire, dropped the pillow and knelt on it, bending her head to wait. Her pose was as submissive as she could manage since she’d taken up the reins. She knew the men sent each other silent messages above her head. And still she waited.
Bobby stood and shucked his jeans, then walked closer, standing beside her. Cale came around her. Now, both men stood side by side.
With the fire warming her backside, she waited until they both gripped their cocks and slid them alongside her cheeks.
She tilted her head, letting her eyelids drop and opened her mouth. The men guided the tips toward it, one rimming her lips, then the other.
Taking their silent direction, she reached up and gripped both sleek shafts in her hands and stuck out her tongue to glaze one head, then the other, as she slowly pumped her fists along their thick, hot cocks.
“Dayum,” Cale whispered as his fingers sank into her hair, tugging hard to bring her closer.
Kate smiled, drawing in a deep breath, inhaling their mixed musks, rubbing her lips and tongues over them, alternating as she teased them both.
Then she followed Cale’s insistent tugs and sank on his cock, pumping her hand harder on Bobby’s as she bobbed forward, taking Cale’s cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling and lapping along his shaft as it pressed over her tongue and deeper.
She backed away and turned to do the same to Bobby’s, wetting his shaft and using the moisture to glide her hands freely up and down Cale’s and Bobby’s hard rods.
Her body shivered
, not from the cold, but from the heady power she wielded over two virile men who patiently waited while she plied them both with succulent kisses and sucked on cocks that filled and stretched.
Both long, hard shafts expanded, skin tightening, feeling like warm satin sliding inside her mouth.
And then her hunger consumed her and she settled her cunt over one heel and rode it, while her mouth drew harder, greedy for the strokes they delivered, one after the other into her fists, into her mouth.
When she grew breathless, she pulled away, and rested her cheek against Cale’s thigh, dragging in deep breaths.
His hand caressed her head and then tilted it back.
She opened her eyes and stared up at him. “Please,” she said, not really sure what she wanted, but needing relief from her own rising arousal.
Cale’s glance touched on Bobby, who nodded, a slow, tight smile splitting his face.
Bobby pulled her hands from their cocks, and Cale knelt, then stretched out on the rug in front of the hearth, raising his cock perpendicular from his body.
A condom landed on his chest. Cale quickly ripped the packet with his teeth and the rolled down the latex circle.
She knew what they wanted and accepted Bobby’s hand on her elbow as she half rose and straddled Cale’s body, sinking down on the cock he fit to her entrance. As her pussy consumed it in a steady rush of shallow pumps, she forgot about Bobby, using her thighs gripping Cale’s narrow hips to raise and lower herself.
She forgot Bobby until a hand pressed between her shoulder blades, pushing her down to lie across Cale’s chest.
Cale’s hand cupped her head and drew her closer for a hard hot kiss that left her breathing hard.
Something slender and cold slipped into her asshole, and she moaned into Cale’s mouth. Slippery gel flooded her back entrance, then wicked fingers spread it around the opening, a finger tip prodding then sinking into her ass to swirl and stretch the entrance.
She’d stopped moving on the cock her pussy had swallowed, stopped moving her lips against Cale’s, breathing into his mouth as she hung above him, waiting…for the nudge of Bobby’s blunt cockhead, rubbing and prodding her opening, then pushing.
Her head jerked back and air hissed between her teeth. Cale slid his hands between their bodies and palmed her breasts, massaging and molding them, exciting her enough that she relaxed the muscles resisting Bobby’s invasion and he slid inside.
“Godohgodohgod…” she groaned.
“Hold onto Cale,” Bobby said, whispering into her ear.
Her hands braced against Cale’s shoulders and she hunched over him, trying to lift her bottom into Bobby’s strokes without losing an inch of Cale’s thick cock.
But she couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but let Bobby’s thrusts, teasing little forays that did more to frustrate than appease her arousal, move her forward and back, dragging her on Cale’s cock.
Hot color filled Cale’s cheeks, his mouth puckered around tense little puffs of air.
“Do you feel him?” she whispered.
Cale’s eyelids drifted down, his green eyes locking with her gaze. “I feel him. I feel you squeezing around me. So goddamn tight. I gotta move.”
“You can’t,” she yelped, just as Bobby thrust harder, deeper, his hands closing on the notches of her hips as he rode her, his strokes quickening.
“Goddamn tight,” Bobby rasped. “You’re chewin’ up my dick.”
“Do you need to stop?” she asked, her voice thinning to a soft wail.
“God no. Just don’t move. Neither of you. I’m gonna come quick.” He stroked again, a quick in and out. His fingers clutched her harder. “Oh fuck.”
And then he was powering into her, jerking her on Cale’s cock. The fullness in her pussy and her ass, the heat from the friction building against both inner walls, was too much.
Her body shuddered, her thighs tightened on Cale then loosened as she crammed her clit downward against the crinkly hairs at the base of his cock. It was just enough to excite her clit, just enough to send her over the edge.
She slammed forward and back, taking Cale and Bobby, ignoring the grinding grunts behind her and the desperate gasps from below.
Her body was on fire, her mind exploding as tension deep inside her core released in a powerful orgasm that left her shivering and shaking between them.
When she calmed, Bobby lay draped over her back. Cale’s hands petted her hair, his fingers dragging slowly through it. His cock was still rigid. Bobby’s was quickly flagging.
“Anytime you’re ready, buddy,” Cale said between gritted teeth.
“Right. Sorry,” Bobby mumbled tiredly, then slowly pulled out.
When he’d moved away, Cale pushed at her shoulders. “On your knees, sweetheart.”
“Jesus,” she said, wondering if she had the strength for another round. But she climbed off him and went down on all fours, bracing her hands on the rug.
Cale caressed her bottom. His large hands cupping her as he slid his dick forward, nudging between her legs. “Wider,” he growled.
She moved her knees apart, let her back sink lower and tilted her ass upward.
“That’s it,” he said, sliding inside her. “Christ, you’re so damn hot.”
His first inward glides were gentle, probing.
Her head sank between her shoulders. Her breaths slowed and deepened. Her body readying for what she knew he was going to deliver.
After another tentative thrust, he plunged harder, tunneling, cramming his huge cock through tissue already burning with friction.
Amazingly, she started the climb again, her channel convulsing slowly, caressing his long shaft as he drove into her.
His thrusts sharpened, strengthened. Her breasts shimmied with the force, her nipples drawing so tight they ached as they stretched forward and back, sending darts of arousal south.
Then hands smoothed under her belly, a finger circling her bellybutton, then more scraping downward, through the hair cloaking her mons and between the folds stretched taut at the top of her pussy. Wet fingertips glided around and around her clit.
She glanced to the side and caught Bobby’s crooked grin. “Am I gettin’ it?”
Was he what? She was beyond speech, her face contorting as her tension grew and tightened.
“That’s it, baby,” Bobby crooned. “Cale’s gonna blow any minute now. You come first, then hold on.”
His finger pressed harder on her swollen clit, rubbing, tapping, and at last, her body went rigid, her head flung back and she screamed.
Cale’s hands cupped her hips and he hammered her, his sharp, short grunts growing louder, harsher, until at last his body erupted, his hips slapping hard into hers.
The sounds of their cries, the wet succulent sounds his cock made plunging into her juicy cunt were so delicious, so indescribably dirty, she shivered from head to toe.
Her arms quivered, then collapsed and she fell to the floor. Bobby’s hands slipped from under her. Cale draped over her back.
With all three of them stretched out in front of the fire, so close there wasn’t a part of her body that wasn’t blanketed with heat, she dragged in a deep, shuddering breath. “I think you both killed me,” she whispered.
Resting on his side, his head supported on a bent elbow, Bobby smiled. He plucked hair that stuck to the side of her sweaty face and smoothed it behind her ear. “Tell me we’re not the best you ever had.”
Suddenly, her eyes filled. It was true. How sad was that? A man she’d been with for over four years, that she’d thought so talented, had never given her so much erotic pleasure as these two strangers had.
His grin slipped. “Hey, don’t do that.”
“I can cry if I want to,” she muttered.
“Am I hurting you?” Cale asked sleepily, stirring at last above her.
“Don’t move for a second,” she said quickly, not wanting to lose the comfort of his crushing weight.
His torso lightened, as his
hands pressed the floor on either side of her shoulders. “That better?”
“I can breathe.” She sniffled, then closed her eyes to hide their expression from Bobby, whose face hovered closer than she wanted. The man seemed able to look right inside her.
“Let’s get her back to the bed,” Bobby whispered.
Cale grunted but pulled out. His glorious heat gone, she pressed her face against the carpet.
But the guys weren’t going to let her play like a turtle. They rolled her to her back, and Bobby slipped his hands under her shoulders and knees and lifted her. With Cale trailing behind them, Bobby strode straight for the darkened bedroom.
Cale pulled down the covers. Bobby deposited her in the center. Then both men lay down beside her on their sides, facing her.
“What if I just want to be alone for little bit?” she said, hopeful they’d give her some privacy, because she was feeling vulnerable and embarrassed that she couldn’t seem to control the emotions washing over her.
“Not happenin’,” Bobby said softly.
Cale grunted his agreement.
“How about you tell us what happened back there.”
Her eyes filled again, and she glanced up at the ceiling blinking away the moisture. “Can’t you just let me have a girly moment?”
“We’re not scared, you know,” Bobby said. “And we’ve spent so much time alone up here that we actually want to experience some of those girly moments.”
“You wanna rephrase that?” Cale said, rolling his eyes.
Bobby gave Cale a quick scowl, but when his gaze returned to Kate, his expression softened again. “All I’m saying is we’ve been through a lot together in a very short period of time. We’re here for you. You can tell us anything. And if you want to cry…” He drew a deep breath. “You’ve got two shoulders to lean on.”
The tears she’d been fighting spilled down the sides of her face, wetting her hair. “I don’t know why I’m crying. Maybe it’s because I don’t recognize myself. I’m not like this.”
“Not beautiful and sexy?” Bobby murmured, moving closer. His lips swept up the tears falling toward her hair.
Cale’s warm mouth did the same. “I’m thinkin’ I need to kick dickhead’s ass.”
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