by Gemma Snow
“If you need us to stop, you say stop,” Ryder continued. “We’re doing something tonight you’ve never done before and we need you to know you can trust us.”
She reached up and stroked his face then turned to Christian and smiled. “I trust you both completely. You’ve already made me feel more at ease than my fiancé ever did. But yes, if something doesn’t feel right, I promise I’ll let you know.” The concern vanished from both their gazes, at once replaced by a fiery, potent lust that made her squeeze her legs tight. Her nipples pebbled and she groaned. “Now, can we get to the fun part?”
“Those are my favorite words,” Christian growled. “With the exception of, yes, Christian, harder, but we’ll get to that.” He scooted down her legs to untie her boots and toss them to the side, along with her socks.
Ryder kissed the inside of her neck, pressing soft heat to her collarbone and jaw, as he explored her ribs and stomach with his hand. He brushed the underside of her breast and Madison bowed, arching up into his touch and murmuring under her breath. Already her nipples swelled with need and her pussy ached, tightening when Christian ran his hand up her leg and across the band of her jeans.
“Teases,” she growled. “Both of you are horrible teases.”
“You’re giving us control,” Ryder reminded her, but he lifted her back a bare inch to help yank the T-shirt over her head. Then, kissing her hard, he set about unhooking her bra and tossing the underwear off to the side. Within seconds, her breasts were bare, nipples pointing up to the clear blue sky.
Ryder leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth, running his teeth gently against the swollen tip. She bucked, giving Christian the chance to tug her now-unbuttoned jeans down her hips. Madison searched for purchase as Ryder continued to tease her, grabbing on to the synthetic fabric of the sleeping bag when he rolled her other nipple between two rough fingers.
Christian pulled her jeans off the rest of the way then looked down to admire her from his perch at the foot of the sleeping bag.
“I like the blue on you, city girl.” He snapped one of the thin strips of lace that made up her thong. “I’d like it more off you, though.” He admired her for another moment before lifting her hips off the ground and sliding the lace down her legs. Then he spread her knees wide and looked down at her, eyes hungry and smile promising. “You already wet, Maddy?” he asked. “Does talking about your fantasies turn you on? Because if you ever need someone to listen you to list them off, I’m right here.” He slipped one finger down the line of her legs, hovering just at her wet entrance, teasing, tempting. She tried to move, to take him deeper into her body, but Ryder placed his hands on her hips and held her still.
“Give us control, Maddy,” he said. “Let us make you feel good.”
She nodded, and a small moan escaped her lips at the look in Ryder’s eyes. Then a larger moan, when Christian slid first one, then two, then three fingers deep inside her, pulsing just that little bit. She bucked, the action demanding and involuntary, trying to take more of him, but Christian just shook his head.
“We’re going slow,” he said. “Can you get up on your knees for me, baby?”
Ryder moved out of her way and Madison turned over onto her hands and knees, her legs trembling a little in anticipation and excitement, more so when she felt Christian’s deep gaze upon her, inspecting her, examining her from behind. To her left, Ryder fumbled with the bag and pulled out a handful of condoms and a bottle of lube. He tossed a condom and the small bottle to Christian, then yanked his T-shirt off his head before kicking off his boots.
Behind her, Christian did the same and Madison just waited, her anticipation building and making her ache in heavier desperation with every passing moment. Then Ryder slid under her belly and leaned up, pressing heated kisses to her aching clit before slipping his tongue between her folds and deep into her pussy. She screamed, her fingers digging into the fabric below her until she was rocking against his mouth. His touch was so distracting that she almost didn’t notice the finger pressing against her tighter hole until Christian leaned down to whisper in her ear.
“Just relax, baby,” he murmured. “I promise I’ll go slow.” And he did, easing his finger deep inside her with a slow, careful slide, filling her and stretching her with the single digit. Jesus Christ, how the hell was she going to survive both of them inside her at once, if the sensations of Ryder’s tongue and Christian’s fingers were already driving her to the edge, making her lose control, making her scream and…
Christian slid another slippery finger past her tight ring and she lost it, coming hard against Ryder’s mouth and screaming curses to the open night sky, her body trembling and shaking. Slowly, she came down from her high, catching her breath in short pants.
“Jesus, Maddy, you’re so fucking tight when you come.” Christian’s tone ran hot and desperate and she wanted it, all of it. Right now.
“Please…” she murmured, her mind still fuzzy in the wake of her orgasm. “Guys…please.”
Ryder grinned up at her when he slid out from under her belly. In record time, he shucked his jeans and slid a condom down his length, the image of him stroking the impressive cock making her mouth water. Then, he lifted her, his hands careful, positioning himself underneath.
“You’re in charge, sugar,” he said. “Take what you want.”
And she did, moving herself down upon his cock in a slow, tantalizing slide, until he bottomed out inside her. She took a deep, long breath, reveling in the way he stretched her body, making her feel full and desired with each pump of his hips.
“You, too,” she whispered, turning back around to look at Christian. “Inside me, please.”
He nodded, his face serious against the lust, and he slowly slipped one more finger inside her ass, sliding around and stretching her. Even though Madison knew it would be a tight fit, she ached for it, longed for it. Then she got it, when Christian inched his fingers from her ass and fitted his slick, covered cock at her hole.
“Are you ready?” he asked her. Madison just nodded. Christian edged forward, pressing the head of his cock against her. Her body couldn’t help tightening but Ryder pressed into her, riding against her swollen clit, and she relaxed, allowing Christian to push through the tight ring of muscle until the tip of his cock rested just inside. Then he pressed forward, inch by agonizing inch. The sensations overwhelmed her, a sense of fullness and heat and pleasure just on the edge of pain, but it didn’t hurt, not with the slow and careful pace Christian kept, until he was buried all the way inside her, balls resting against her ass.
“Jesus fuck, Maddy,” he growled, his voice carnal and pinched and strung so tightly she thought he might just explode. “You are so fucking tight around my cock, baby. I’m not going to last very long…” Neither was she, not with how tight and stretched she felt then. She just whimpered, and the two men took it as the command it was, moving with slow care inside her. She wanted more. She didn’t want slow and she didn’t want careful, so she rocked up, taking Christian’s cock deep, then Ryder’s, then Christian’s, then Ryder’s, the back and forth driving her higher, each thrust another push toward an overwhelming and insane release.
“That’s it, baby,” Ryder said, “Take our cocks, ride us… So fucking tight wrapped around me. I love the way you feel…” His words devolved into mumbles, but each curse, each demand sent her higher, got her closer… Ryder leaned up, sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and Madison’s orgasm caught her and tossed her right over the edge. She screamed, her pussy and asshole clenching around the two hard cocks buried deep inside her, and she rocked, taking them deeper as she came, screaming and cursing to the open skies.
But when she came down from her high, both cocks were still rock-hard.
“It’s too much…” she whispered, even as she felt another orgasm building from the base of her spine, climbing higher, taking her faster and stronger.
“Come with us again, Maddy,” Christian demanded. “Come hard around R
yder’s dick while I fuck your ass.”
The sound that escaped her throat was deep and sinful and Christian groaned. “You like being told what to do, naughty girl.” He slapped her fleshy cheek and Madison surged forward. “Well, I like telling you what to do. Keep riding Ryder’s cock while I bury my cock in your tight hole. I want you to come hard. I want you to take it while I slap your ass and he bites your nipples.”
Then Christian slapped her ass, Ryder sucked one swollen nipple into her mouth and there was nothing left but sheer, insane, overwhelming pleasure. She took and gave as she came, riding hard, her mind registering their two orgasms below and above her as first Ryder then Christian gave in to the pleasure and fell over the edge with trembling, earth-shaking roars.
They collapsed into a heap of tangled limbs against the sleeping bag. Both men pulled out of her body with almost reverent slowness and care and a bone-deep contentment settled into Madison. Ryder leaned over to the bag and grabbed a few tissues. He wiped her body clean and Christian pulled an opened sleeping bag over their naked bodies.
“I don’t think I want to leave here,” Madison said, looking up to the moon and the brilliant sky.
Ryder took her hand, weaving their fingers together, and Christian snuggled up into the crook of her neck. It was funny how these two so different men continued to surprise her by their actions and their words.
“I don’t think we want you to leave here,” Christian murmured against her bare skin. “Do we, Ryder?”
Beside her, Ryder shook his head. “No,” he said. “I don’t think we do.”
Sure, she had things to worry about. But right at that moment, with those two gorgeous men fucking her brains out, making her happy in so many different ways, and the wide-open Montana sky lit up with a thousand stars, she couldn’t for the life of her remember what those things were.
Chapter Eleven
A sense of innocent giddiness overtook her when Ryder pulled his pickup truck into the makeshift grass parking lot for the Wolf Creek Fourth of July Fair. Even from across the section cut out for parking—which was already more than halfway full—Madison saw a Ferris wheel, several short rollercoasters and three barns lit up in glow lights, almost invisible in the still early afternoon sun. The air was awash in scents, growing stronger the closer they got to the fair—salted, buttery popcorn, fried dough, the bite of grease from old carnival machines and the none too subtle hints of horse manure that she’d found herself surprisingly fond of, these past few days in Wolf Creek.
She’d grown surprisingly fond of a lot, these last few days in Wolf Creek, a town she wouldn’t have been able to place on a map of the world until a week ago. Now, she couldn’t just place it on a map—she could place it, in a real, human, powerful kind of way. Wolf Creek was the ever-present mountain ranges. It was the soft, sweet scents of rushing water. It was fluffy, irritating kittens filled with energy and curiosity. It was the last tie to her mother’s past, her past.
It could be her future, too.
Ryder cupped her waist, a light and gentle touch that said so much, before stepping in front of the ticket booth to pay for their admission. As she walked through the open gates, taking in the sights and sounds of the Wolf Creek Fourth of July Fair, Christian’s hands brushed her, sending shivers of desire—and something deeper and far more terrifying—racing through her. Just standing there, looking at these two men, her cowboy and her biker, terrified Madison more than any rollercoaster or haunted house. Because this wasn’t a trick and she was beginning to realize that it wasn’t a game. Not anymore.
Shaking her head of those thoughts, which were distracting, confusing and difficult to unpack, she grabbed both men by the hands and ran, giggling like the kid she hadn’t been in almost twenty years, deep into the fairgrounds.
“Do you even know where you’re going?” Ryder laughed, his breath catching as they skirted around families, dogs off leashes and a juggler. A few of the more discerning strangers they passed shot her skeptical looks, but Madison didn’t care. Coming to terms with her feelings was way too complicated right now, but she damn well deserved the happiness that curled deep inside her when one hand was clutched in Ryder’s and the other in Christian’s, each strong grip providing comfort and joy that she couldn’t explain but needed more of like she needed to breathe.
“It doesn’t matter.” She released their hands to spin around in a lazy circle, gazing up at the bright blue sky and reveling in the warmth of the summer sun upon her face. When was the last time she had felt so free, so at ease with almost everything? Not at her job, that was for certain, and definitely not with Joshua. But somehow these two men, together of all things, made her feel…more than she should.
She stopped short, wanting to laugh out loud at the comical expressions that greeted her when she stumbled a little bit. Both of them reached out to steady her and Madison relaxed into the touch, and the comfort she found there. With them. She leaned up, not caring who saw, to press a kiss to first Christian’s mouth then Ryder’s. Though each touch of the lips was short, she couldn’t deny the barely leashed power behind them, the want both men kept just simmering below the surface. And Madison wanted them back. Right there, in the middle of this county fair, wearing freaking shit kicker boots, she wanted to have sex with two hot-as-hell badass cowboys.
Saying a lot had changed was like saying the Titanic had had a leak. Everything had changed.
They toured the fair for hours, stopping at the petting zoo, which just made Ryder grumble about doing work on his days off, a dozen carnival rides, games, market stalls, craft stalls, food stalls, dessert stalls and more. Madison caught a glimpse of a bakery stall down the quiet lane they were walking, at the very far end of the fairgrounds, and filed it away for later, a note she’d need to address when the reality of the idea percolating in her mind finally took purchase.
But for now, instead of thinking about anything else, she was going to focus all her attentions on the two hunks standing beside her. She grabbed each of their hands and squeezed tight before bringing her hands up their hips, one on each side of her. In a fit of joy and overwhelming need to feel that what was happening that day, there, that afternoon, was real, she sneaked her hands a little higher and took one handful of hard, muscled ass against each palm.
Christian growled, a full-on, one hundred percent male growl. Ryder let out a laugh that ran rough with lust and the dragging, carnal sounds made her nipples pebble behind the soft white cotton of her shirt, aching to be touched.
“You’re going to have to learn to keep your hands to yourself, city girl,” Christian whispered, brushing a stray hair from her face, where the wind—or wandering hands—had swept it.
Madison grinned up at him and arched an eyebrow. “Or what?”
Ryder pinched her ass, his face not at all apologetic when she turned to glare at him.
“Or we’ll take you into the abandoned barn over by the stables and have our way with you a few hundred yards from everyone in Wolf Creek,” he said, dragging her by the hand into a small, hidden alcove behind a tree. “Unless that’s what you were going for.”
Her breath caught a little, tangled in a mix of excitement and desire. Would she ever stop wanting either of these guys? Not a snowball’s chance in hell. She wanted them both naked and under her, on top of her, on both sides of her, from the moment she woke up in the morning to the minute after she fell asleep at night. Judging by the way they both seemed to be holding her closer now, the tension simmering between them, they ached for her with just as much intensity.
“Are we interrupting something?” A deep, male voice broke through her lusty haze and she looked up, aware of the nearness of both men, hovering just above her. Two more men stood before them, in their little alcove off the main dirt path of the fair.
“You know damn well you’re interrupting something, Deckard,” the second man said. Christian and Ryder kept close, even as they moved to embrace the men.
“Sons of bitches,” Ry
der said. “Maddy, this is Micah Ellison.” He pointed to the man who had spoken second in a quiet and far more subdued tone. He was Native American, large and sinewy, whose powerful muscles were not hidden by the simple gray T-shirt he wore. His hair was long, much longer than hers, and ink black, shimmery and beautiful. He curved full lips into a half-smile and nudged the guy beside him.
“This nosy bastard is Dec McCormick,” he said, extending his hand to her. “We work search and rescue in the mountains, so we’re not around much, but we couldn’t miss the fair.”
“Madison Hollis,” she said, accepting his handshake, then Dec’s. Dec was tall, though not quite as tall as Micah, his short brown hair and light green eyes another contrast. “It’s nice that you guys could get down for a little while, though. I’ve only been out here a few days, but I can imagine it gets lonely in the mountains, beautiful as they are.”
Dec shrugged, a mischievous expression on his face. She knew he was all kinds of trouble, but she sort of liked that. It seemed Wolf Creek was full of all sorts of trouble.
“Not if you know where to find good company,” he said with a wink.
Micah rolled his eyes. “You intentionally interrupted a grope-fest to flirt?” he asked, in the way only a person who’d known someone forever could do. “I’m not getting involved if these two decide to kick your ass. You’d deserve it.” He turned to Madison. “What brings you to Wolf Creek, Ms. Hollis?” Behind the polite question, there was curiosity in his eyes, and more of that Montana Men trouble she seemed to find around every turn.
“We’d appreciate your…discretion,” she began, her voice hesitant, “about the grope-fest, I mean.”
Ryder and Christian both stiffened beside her, but when she turned to look at them, they were stifling laughs. Trouble and sons of bitches. All of them.
Dec shrugged and somehow even that simple motion was laden with swagger.
“Whatever’s in your teacup, ma’am, I wasn’t put on this earth to judge.”