by Gemma Snow
“Not for right now,” she said with a smirk, “but I’ll be sure to tell you when I do. Now, if you don’t mind, jeans off, please.”
She’d always enjoyed watching men undress. With Joshua, back when they were even still having sex, it had been all about the grand finale, getting to climax as fast as possible. But there was something to be said about the slow burn, the build-up and temptation—and she had a whole hell of a lot of temptation shucking their pants right in front of her. Two pairs of jeans landed in wet heaps on the floor and Ryder and Christian both stood unabashed, naked and powerful, their bodies works of sleek, muscled art.
“Now, who’s going to help me soap up?” she asked. She enjoyed how they moved to the tub, to her, lazy, confident wild jungle cats stalking their prey. Very willing prey.
“Be careful what you wish for, sugar,” Ryder said. “We’re the professionals when it comes to getting you wet…”
She laughed, but the joke sent zings of heat racing down her spine all over again. Was this what it was supposed to be like, wanting a lover so much her brain shut down and all she could think about was touching them, tasting them, having them over and over again? It was good the arrangement was temporary or she’d never get a single thing done.
Christian and Ryder climbed into the bath, and before she could protest—not that she had any plans for that—Christian pulled her into his lap, positioning her body so she couldn’t deny what was on his mind.
Ryder slid in front of her, soaping up a washcloth and sliding it across her breasts in slow, maddening movements.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Ryder said. His words were almost a growl. He bent and sucked one nipple into his mouth before pulling back. “Christian, her breasts are amazing.”
Christian nipped the nape of her neck, sliding his tongue in a teasing trail across her skin.
“So is her ass,” he murmured, “Feels so good, grinding against me.”
Maybe there was something wrong with her. Good girls weren’t supposed to get aroused by being talked about like a sex doll, as if she wasn’t even in the same room as them. Or maybe the filthy conversation was just so sexy, so hot and arousing to hear that Madison couldn’t resist. Either way, she didn’t really give a damn, not with Christian’s cock surging against the curve of her ass and Ryder’s tempting fingers circling her swollen nipples.
“Are your breasts sensitive, Maddy?” Ryder asked without slowing his caresses. “Do you think I can make you come without touching anything else?”
They’d been playing her body like a damn violin. Taking her to climax was when not an if.
“You can try,” she said, instead of the truth. Never let them know how much power they have. Not that she denied the flush across her skin or her shallow breathing—dead giveaways of her arousal.
Ryder flicked one nipple. “So much mouth,” he said with a dangerous grin. “I think we should teach you some manners.”
Heat rushed through her body when she imagined Ryder bending her over his lap and spanking her ass red. She squirmed.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” Christian murmured low into her ear. “You’re rubbing against my cock like a cat in heat. Do you want to be punished? Tied up and spanked? Tell us, city girl.”
Her cheeks flamed, but, in truth, the window of opportunity for being embarrassed had closed a long time ago.
“I want to be spanked,” she moaned on a breath. She pressed back against Christian while she spoke, still enjoying Ryder’s fingers against her swollen breasts. Oh, God, what if they make me come this way? I might not survive.
“Where, baby?” Ryder whispered against her mouth. He dove into another possessive kiss and continued, “Where do you wanna to be spanked?”
His tone was so aroused that Madison gave in and spilled the fantasies that even her closest girlfriends didn’t know anything about.
“My ass,” she murmured, “and…and my nipples and…”
“And what?” Christian asked, gripping her ass below the water, his rough squeeze indicative of just how hot and bothered he was. Well, damn it, she was only acting like a cat in springtime because of their naughty promises.
“And my pussy,” she whispered. “I want you to spank my pussy.”
Christian’s cock throbbed hard and she knew that both of them had slipped into the erotic fantasy alongside her.
“That’s so hot, sugar,” Ryder whispered. “Anytime you want to make that happen, you just misbehave and we’ll punish you good.”
Madison bowed against Christian, pressing her front into Ryder’s. “I want…”
Ryder plucked a nipple, his fingers rough. “What do you want?” he asked. “You have to tell us.”
She moaned, low and deep. “You,” she murmured, “I want both of you.” She’d only just had them and yet her body demanded more.
“So needy,” Christian said. “But if you insist.”
They lifted her free of the tub, two sets of hands toweling her dry in the cool bathroom, until her blood ran hot all over again. No more teasing, no more tempting. She wanted them right now.
Without waiting for either man, Madison walked into the adjoining bedroom and climbed onto the bed, resting against the headboard with anticipation and heat drumming through her entire body. In the doorway, Ryder and Christian both stood, large and imposing, sex and desire etched across their eyes. She was just a few short minutes away from a complete and utter explosion.
“What are you waiting for?” she challenged.
That did it. Ryder was on the bed in a second, Christian just behind him. Somehow, the men had communicated between themselves, their roles reversed from what they had been outside. Christian pulled her to the end of the bed and spread her legs wide. At the top of the bed, Ryder kissed her, challenging, promising.
She was wired so tightly, so ready to burst that when Christian slipped one thick finger between her folds, Madison nearly came on the spot.
“So wet,” Christian murmured, sliding his finger free and tasting it in a deliberate and hot-as-fuck display. “I can’t wait to feel how tight you are around my cock.”
He stepped away for a moment and moved to the side table at the edge of the bed, pulled out a condom and sheathed his cock in one quick movement. Then he was back at her entrance, teasing and tempting. So close, but not close enough.
“Damn it,” Madison moaned, “give it to me, now…please?” She arched her hips, desperate to take more of his cock.
“Better do what she says,” Ryder murmured.
Despite the overwhelming onslaught of pleasure and desire taking over her body, Madison managed to look up at him. “Come here,” she whispered, pulling him close, so his cock bobbed just in front of her mouth. She wetted her lips and parted them in invitation. Ryder slid his thick cock inside at the same moment Christian pressed into her body, parting her folds and filling her, deep and hard.
“So fucking tight,” he growled, trying to leash his lust. “Jesus, you feel so good.”
Madison moaned around Ryder’s cock and he slid his hand into her hair, holding tight.
“Think you can ride us both, sugar?” he asked. “Take Christian’s cock in your tight little hole while I fuck your mouth? That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
She moaned around his cock again, relaxing her throat so she could take him to the back. A thin line of spit escaped, sliding down Ryder’s thick shaft.
“Fucking love you drooling on my cock,” he growled. “I could watch you choke on it all day.”
Her pussy clenched at the filthy words and Christian let out a rough curse.
“Keep talking to her like that,” he growled. “She fucking likes being told what to do, don’t you, baby?”
It was a rhetorical question, but she bucked in response, taking his cock even deeper, until his balls pressed against her legs. She felt full and stretched and so fucking hot she was about to explode.
Then they moved in unison, taking and filling and giving
her exactly what she wanted—what she needed—until Madison’s vision swam and her coming release tingled at the base of her spine. She thrust forward and back to meet both of their movements, taking and giving in equal measure until her motions became jerky and uncoordinated, elation coursing through her aching body.
“Just give in, Maddy,” Christian whispered, and Ryder pushed her hair out of her eyes. “We’ll be here to catch you.”
The small tenderness did it, among everything else, and Madison bowed forward once, twice, once more before pleasure overtook her and crowded her mind and everything else in the room disappeared. The men sped up their movements, until Ryder pumped hot and hard into her mouth, following the tails of her orgasm. Below her, Christian thrust again, just once more, then he, too, came
They all collapsed onto the bed. Madison’s heart was pounding a thousand miles a minute and she tried to steady her breathing. She hadn’t come that many times in her entire relationship with Joshua, let alone in one insane, depraved night. But that was all this was, just one night—or a few nights or whatever—to air out her frustrations, before she sold the ranch and returned to San Francisco. Which was just what she wanted. Of course, it is.
“If you’re still thinking that much, we didn’t do our job properly,” Ryder said. He propped himself up on one elbow to look at her. “What’s going through that mind of yours?”
She smiled, a sleepy, contented smile, the kind of smile she hadn’t used in months. This was just a fun affair, nothing more—nothing to get worked up over.
“Nothing at all,” she said, sliding up the bed until she rested against the plush pillows. “I’m just sleepy. You guys tired me out.”
The men exchanged looks then both got up to leave. Madison shook her head, the action quick and tight.
“Stay with me,” she said, her eyes already drooping closed. “Please?”
Because she missed having someone beside her in bed—because she needed a reminder that this was real, she was still real, after all the unreal stuff that had happened this week.
Christian and Ryder both nodded and climbed into the large bed, snuggling up on either side of her. As Madison fell asleep, contented, satisfied, she couldn’t ignore the distant, passing thought of just how easy it would be to get used to a life like this.
Chapter Seven
She might be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Scratch that, she was for sure the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. The early morning sun cut lazy streaks across the bed, catching golden strands of her rich, chestnut hair, and Christian contented himself with watching her soft breathing, the rise and fall of her bare chest. Her skin was pale, nothing a few days out in the summer sun couldn’t tan golden, but so soft to the touch that it was hard to resist putting his lips to her shoulders, breasts and soft, supple thighs that had brought such pleasure.
For a second, guilt clenched at his belly. He and Ryder had decided that keeping her in the dark was the best way to wrangle up the money to buy their share of the ranch before she got the chance to sell it outright. Not telling her the truth had seemed like a good idea last night, before they’d gotten to talking to her, about the big things and the small, before they’d had her over and over, all night long. Maddy—Madison—Hollis was passionate, and a deep part of him ached to know her better, to understand each quirk, what made her tick, how to make that brilliant, dazzling smile spread across her cheeks.
Not that this was ever intended to be anything more than what it was—a summer fling. He and Ryder had indulged in more than their fair share of those. But, despite having known her for only two days, Christian couldn’t deny that there was something altogether different about her from any other woman he’d ever been with. Gone was the desire to push her buttons, unless they were the kind of buttons that made her scream. Gone was the need to make her want to leave. In their places was a whole tangle of emotions that very much involved getting her to stay—right there where she was in this bed, pressing against him.
“Christian.” She whispered his name in a soft, breathy moan and all the blood in his body ran straight from his brain to his cock. Her eyes were still closed and she was still facing slightly away from him, but her fingers moved, beckoning him closer. Well, damn, he wasn’t about to resist a demand from a lush, naked woman in bed. “Come here.”
He fit their naked bodies together and pressed his erection against her full ass, sending erotic trills down his spine, and fought not to slam up against her. Jesus fuck, this woman got him hard doing nothing more than whispering his name.
“Where’s Ryder?” she asked, eyes still closed, voice laden with sleep.
For once, Christian was grateful for Ryder’s absence, enjoying Maddy’s touch, her soft skin for his own. Normally, he got off on the erotic nature of sharing a woman with his best friend, but right now he wanted her all to himself.
“Running some errands,” Christian murmured, that familiar guilt seizing him again. Wolf Creek was a farming town, which meant a lot of the businesses got their work down before folks had to tend to the animals and crops. It wasn’t even quarter after five, but Ryder had driven into town to visit the community bank before work started for the day, hoping to get answers about their shares of Triple Diamond—answers Christian wasn’t so sure he wanted anymore.
But he distracted himself and kissed the back of her neck. Maddy squirmed a little and paused when she felt his growing erection nestled between her ass cheeks. She laughed, soft and breathy.
“Is that your normal morning wood?” she asked, “because hello, cowboy.” Her still sleepy tone added a whole dose of Jesus fucking cute to the sexy-as-hell words.
“That’s all you, Maddy,” Christian murmured against her neck. God, he just wanted to touch all of her. “Do you want me to see when Ryder’s getting home?” Not that Christian felt any inclination to talk about Ryder when he was a breath away from sinking his cock deep into her heat. But instead of answering, Maddy wiggled against him and his cock surged. Christian put his hand on her hips and steadied her movements with a growl.
“Be careful what you ask for you, city girl,” he said. “You’re making me crazy, pressing this plush ass against my cock.” For emphasis, and because he couldn’t seem to stop himself, Christian pinched one round cheek.
“I know exactly what I’m asking for,” Maddy said, all traces of sleep gone from her voice. “And if you don’t get a condom on in the next ten seconds, I’ll start without you.”
Christian moved as she spoke, tearing open the bedside table drawer and grabbing a condom as fast as he could.
“As much as I’d enjoy watching you fuck yourself,” he said, because damn, that image did things to his brain he wasn’t sure were legal, “I’m much prefer to be buried deep inside your sweet pussy myself.” He put on the condom in one quick motion and lined up behind her.
“What do you want, Maddy?” he asked, as if the soft mewls of desire and want weren’t spilling unchecked from her lips.
“Tease,” she moaned. “Give it to me.”
He would have liked to tempt her more, he really would have. But already Christian’s blood was boiling and his desire ratcheting up to eleven. This woman turned him volcanic.
He spread her legs wide and sank deep into her waiting pussy. God, she was tight. In this position, with her legs wrapped around him, it wouldn’t be long until he lost control and gave her everything. And part of him really wanted to give her everything.
“Christian.” When she moaned his name, his cock throbbed deep inside her. “Oh, God, please move.”
Well, how can I resist a request like that? He slid nearly all the way out of her body before pressing back into her, creating a push and pull of movement, and within seconds she accepted the pace. She met him thrust for thrust, each touch another zing of electricity that burned up his spine and made him ache for release. But it just felt so fucking good and he wanted it to last, wanted to stay buried in her heat as long as he fucking could.
“I’m so close,” she moaned, face half-buried in the sheets. “Come with me, Christian, please?”
Christian pounded faster and harder, bringing his fingers around to stroke her clit as he filled her and stretched her…
“There…” Maddy’s voice broke on a scream and she came in a tight, pulsing heat that clenched his cock. The sensation sent Christian right over the edge, too, and with one more thrust of his hips, he pulsed long and hot into the condom, filling her tight body.
For a moment, they lay there, catching their breath until finally, slowly, he slid free of her body and moved to clean up. He ran a washcloth under the water then returned to the bedroom. He could definitely get used to the sight of Maddy spread out and boneless. She stretched her hand out for the washcloth, but Christian shook his head. Instead, he cleaned her body himself, using soft, slow strokes, until she was shimmery and oh so soft.
Something inside him grew a little tight at the idea, but he shook it off.
“That is one hell of a way to wake up,” she murmured, half into the pillow. Her voice ran husky with spent desire and his cock twitched in interest. Something about this woman, about making her come, about holding her through the night, made him positively carnal.
“It’s my favorite way,” Christian said. “Did you get enough sleep? We went to bed pretty late last night.”
She rolled on her side and looked up at him, a sardonic expression crossing her hooded, sleepy gaze.
“And whose fault was that?” she asked.
Just because he could, Christian reached out and plucked her nipple. She gasped and shivered and he cocked his head to the side.
“Yours, as far as I recall. Something about needing us, wanting us, now, now, now…”
She pursed her lips but couldn’t keep the smile off her face.
“I’ll concede to being the one who kept you up, but I definitely didn’t say any of that.” The teasing expression in her eyes told Christian she knew for a fact that she had. “And I’m more than rested—with my nutty schedule, I’m lucky to get five and a half hours a night.”