by Gemma Snow
She nodded, unable to keep the small smile from forming on her face. “Thanks. And to answer your question, I recently inherited Triple Diamond Ranch, actually. Christian and Ryder and I have been figuring the best way to move forward with the ranch, now that my uncle is gone.”
Micah’s eyes went soft. “We are sorry to hear of your loss, Ms. Hollis. Mason was a good man. The community will miss him.”
She nodded, appreciating how Wolf Creek seemed to be the family to Mason she’d never had to the opportunity to be. A brief quiet stretched, then it seemed to register for both men and they spoke at the same time.
“You inherited the ranch?”
“Triple Diamond.”
“You’re the one…”
After a moment, they settled down and looked in expectation at her. Madison just shrugged, a self-effacing grin breaking across her face.
“The guys got me out of the stilettos and into the shit kickers, so I’d say I’m well on my way,” she said with a smile. At that, she felt a sharp pinch on her ass. Then another. Unsure of who had their hands snaked around her back—or rather, which one of them, she kept a straight face and smiled at Dec and Micah. “It’s definitely different out here from San Francisco.”
She coughed when one hand sneaked around and slipped just that little bit under her cotton skirt.
“We’re technically located on your land then, ma’am,” Micah said. “Our team does search and rescue from a compound in the mountains, about two miles from Holmwood.”
Dec raised an eyebrow. “I’ve never had a landlady fantasy before. I’m sure I could come up with something.”
Madison almost laughed out loud when Ryder and Christian puffed out their chests. She didn’t doubt for a second that Dec was egging them on. The grin in his eyes said he’d flirt with a table, long as it had at least two legs, but there was humor too and she felt perfectly comfortable around both him and Micah. That Christian and Ryder seemed to be getting possessive was something to consider, however…
In fact… Ryder kissed her first, fierce and demanding and very much a statement. The second she was able to get her breath back, Christian kissed her too, gripping her waist in his big fingers and making her sigh and lean back against Ryder’s hard body.
“Told you we interrupted something,” Micah said, nudging Dec in the gut. He shot Madison a knowing, humor-laced smile. “Y’all be safe now. We’ll catch you guys later. Dec wanted to see if there were any dogs we could grab at the adoption tent and you look…busy.”
“It was nice to meet you,” Madison called after them, but they didn’t turn around. Even she couldn’t deny the incredible flush running up her face and across the mounds of her swollen breasts.
“Dec may talk a mile a minute, but he knows when to keep his mouth shut.” Christian took her hand and pulled her into the empty barn, Ryder close on her heels. “Especially since we all know those two get up to stuff in the mountains. Not together,” he clarified, when she shot him an amused look. “But Dec’s got a reputation. Micah less so, though, who’s to say for sure? I’ve lived in the same town as both those guys pretty much my whole life and I could sum up what I actually know about Micah in about three sentences.”
They’d walked while they spoke and within a few minutes came to the far end of the barn. Though the building was close to the edge of the fairground, the sound was muted just outside its walls, even more so when Christian led them into one stall that smelled of fresh hay and was deserted.
“Will anyone find us here?” Madison asked, more because she kind of felt like she should than anything else. For whatever reason, having Dec and Micah know the truth of what was between them and not giving a damn about it somehow validated that whatever existed between her and Christian and Ryder was really happening. She wouldn’t wake up in her empty apartment in downtown San Fran, remembering the feeling of two strong, work-roughened men loving her. No, she’d wake on a cloud in a beautiful hand-built house, feeling two work-roughened men loving her. She’d take option two any day of the week.
“Does it matter?” Ryder asked.
Madison shook her head, feeling that familiar thrill she got when the two of them stalked over to her like hungry jungle cats spying their prey. Very willing prey. Because she had slept with Christian and Ryder alone, and while she ached with different, deep, needy parts of herself for those moments spent alone, being with the two of them together was unlike anything she had ever known before, or would ever know again.
“I dunno. I think you liked that those guys knew.” Christian pinned her against the wooden wall. “I think it turns you on a little bit that we could be discovered at any moment. Greedy girl. Two isn’t enough?”
She yanked him down for a hard kiss, his words and his mouth making her mind fuzzy and desperation bloom within her, aching to be fed.
“You two are enough,” she said, the honesty raw in her voice. “I don’t want this with anyone else. Just you two.”
So what if the words tasted a little tangy on her tongue? They needed to be said.
“Oh, sugar…” Ryder leaned down and kissed her, soft and slow and so beautiful in a way that made her toes tingle and her spine bow, pressing her forward into both large men standing just in front of her. “You’re awful hard to say no to when you put it like that.”
Madison looked up to him, his gaze a little wild and a lot intense. Christian’s was too, just this side of unhinged and already making her body surge and quake, trembling with unspent need.
“Then say yes.”
She loved that look. They both had it, though just like with everything between these men there were subtle differences. Ryder’s eyes got a little dark, from sapphire to midnight blue, pulling away the curtain of his pretty boy package to reveal a little of the more intense man beneath. Christian took on the predatory gaze of a hungry jaguar, ready to play with his prey before he pounced, because he had no doubt he’d be the victor. Either way, either man, that look meant she was about six seconds from being bent over the nearest flat surface.
“How about we make you scream it, instead?” Christian moved one hand in a possessive slide under her skirt until he met with bare ass. “Fuck me running, city girl—if I’d known you’d been walking around without panties on all day, I’ve have thrown you over my shoulder and carried you off like a damn caveman.”
Madison shot him a look that she knew was redolent with smug devilry. It seemed that just a few days in the company of her hot cowboys had her throwing caution and politeness to the wind in favor of something a lot more fun.
Not my cowboys.
She enjoyed that they wanted her as much as she wanted them. “You’ve got me now…”
Christian pressed his hard body into her back, his cock surging against her ass when he rolled his hips. Before her, Ryder cupped her head and claimed her mouth in a possessive, overwhelming display. If Madison didn’t know any better, she’d say that both of them kind of liked that Dec and Micah knew the score.
But then she wasn’t thinking anymore, because Christian dropped to his knees, flipped her skirt up and pressed his mouth to her pussy in the span of three seconds. She surged forward and Ryder caught her in his strong embrace, kissing her with deep, languid touches that made her skin burn. She shut her eyes, dragging her lip into her mouth to stifle the overwhelming need to scream, and squeezed his arms. Christian continued his slow, teasing assault, sliding his tongue in and out of her hole until she was fisting Ryder’s shirt and riding Christian’s mouth.
Ryder slid his mouth from hers, placing heated, promising kisses to her neck, to her collarbone, to the bulging, swollen mounds of her breasts in the cotton shirt that had somehow fallen down past decent. He freed one breast from her shirt and bra and sucked her straining nipple into his mouth.
She surged forward, unable to think, to react, to do anything but feel the onslaught of sensations as both Ryder and Christian kissed and sucked and took her in their talented mouths. Then, as fast as s
he had risen, she peaked, catching her heights of pleasure in a moment of blinding light and need and want and she did scream that time, riding both men until the tremors of her release overtook her and she collapsed against Ryder’s chest.
“Damn, sugar,” Ryder said on a low growl. “Someone might think you’re not getting enough at home.”
She laughed, the sound ragged and husky. “Am I still alive?” she asked. Ryder grinned and Christian pinched her ass. He stood from his position between her legs.
“We’re just getting started,” he whispered in her ear. He brought his strong hand to her hair and dragged her face to his, where their mouths collided in pleasure and want and promises.
“I don’t think I’m going to survive,” she whispered, when Christian broke off. “But sign me up for going out this way.”
Christian chuckled, his strong hand guiding her head forward until she was bent over, her head just level with Ryder’s cock, throbbing behind taut denim. Mmm, I like how these men think. Especially since Christian’s fingers were now exploring her ass, exposed by the position and much to his liking, if the thick, promising squeeze he gave to one cheek was anything to go by.
“What do you want, Maddy?” Ryder asked, looking down on her. She could get way too accustomed to a position like this, heady, needy eyes following her every move, waiting for her to take control. Because, despite being wedged between the two of them in a barn with a thousand people just outside, Madison knew just who had control here and she was going to take every advantage of it.
“I want you both inside me,” she said, “just like this, filling me from both ends. I want you to give in, not to hold back…” She paused, a little self-conscious. “I think I like it rough.”
Ryder’s eyebrows went up, but his expression changed to one of interest and concern. For her. The lust gone, he stroked her hair, his rough, calloused hand following the line of her cheek.
“Are you sure?” His fingers never wavered in their soft touch. “You don’t have to give us anything. There’s nothing here to prove.”
Madison shook her head. “I’m not…I’m not trying to prove anything, I just want you to take control, both of you. Right now I want to feel you and feel marked by you. I’m giving in.”
Deep in her heart, Madison knew full well that those words weren’t just about sex or pleasure or even trust. They were so much more dangerous than that.
But for now, she had something a lot more delicious to focus her attention on, so she pressed back against Christian’s swollen dick and brought deft hands up to Ryder’s fly, undoing the zipper and button with as much speed as she could, before raising an eyebrow at him.
“I’m waiting,” she said, though there was no denying the slight hitch in her voice.
“Well, we can’t have that, now can we?” Christian unwrapped a condom, the telltale crinkling echoing in the empty room. He brushed his covered cock across her ass, lightly slapping the top of one of the mounds, before rubbing it against her wet slit.
And oh god, she was wet. Her early orgasm had been insane, but the maleness of them standing in front of and behind her, the expressions in their eyes and the heat radiating off both their bodies made her skin burn for touch and her heart ache, desire pooling in every spare space across her entire body.
In front of her, Ryder freed his cock from the confines of his jeans, slowly stroking it, the hardness already pulsing just a breath too far from her mouth. Her expression must have changed, because Ryder let out a low laugh.
“I could get off just watching you pout,” he said, the honesty raw in his voice. “But I’d much rather have you touch too. How about a little begging for my cock in your mouth, baby? I wanna hear just how much you want.” He stopped stroking for a beat. “You do want it, don’t you?”
Her pout got deeper. “Yes, I want it.” Son of bitch knew exactly what she wanted. They both did and they had somehow decided that neither of them had any intention of giving it to her until she had lost her goddamn mind. Behind her, Christian’s tip rested just too far away from her entrance, so close but nowhere near filling her the way she ached and needed and longed to be filled.
“Please…”
Ryder cocked one eyebrow, which said everything he was clearly thinking without words. Madison tried again. “I wanna suck you.” A little of her own honesty slipped into the words, raw, desperate, willing to do whatever it took to get him inside of her. Both of them. “Please, Sir, can I suck your dick?”
That seemed to suit him a little better, and he palmed the crown of his seeping cock against her lips. The salty musk of him tanged against her mouth and tongue and a surge of wetness spilled from between her thighs.
“Sir,” Christian said, pulling her thoughts away from Ryder’s cock, just for a moment. “I like sir. Can you sir me?”
She nodded, darting her tongue out to brush Ryder’s slit and enjoying the hiss of pleasure he made.
“Please, Sir, will you fill my cunt?” Another fucking tease, as he slid his hardness just across her wet opening, nowhere near to being enough contact. She let out a low string of curses and tried to move forward or back, but strong hands on both her shoulders and waist kept her in place.
“Such a desperate, wet little thing,” Ryder groaned. “Shame that we’ll have to punish you for not listening to directions.”
Madison went to respond, but before she got the chance, a sharp sting ran across her ass cheek. She turned around and caught Christian’s wolfish grin.
“Still want rough?” he asked her.
Unable to deny the surge of wetness that had spilled from her with the spank, Madison nodded.
“I want more than that,” she said. “Now, what’s a girl got to do to get laid around here?”
Ryder chuckled. “She’s got to open that mouth for something other than sassin’,” he said.
Madison did as she was told, parting her lips to accept his cock. She tongued the head, enjoying the way it pulsed under her touch. Aching for more, she sucked him deeper and Ryder brought one hand to her hair, holding her head steady to pull with slow care from her mouth before sliding all the way in again. He kept up that rhythm and Madison was so consumed by the heat and desire flooding her at being taken from this angle by this man, that she nearly forgot about Christian—until he slapped her ass again. Hard.
“I can’t wait to fill you up on both ends,” Christian said. “I can’t wait to feel your tight cunt squeezing me while Ryder fucks your throat.”
Madison moaned around Ryder’s cock, Christian’s words turning her all kinds of hot with images of being filled and fucked by both of these gorgeous men.
“But first,” Christian continued, “I want to see how red I can turn your ass, because you haven’t been listening to us at all, sweet little cock slut, and bad girls get punished when they don’t listen.”
She didn’t even have time to brace for the first slap, because it came while he was still talking, cutting sharp and intense across her ass. But the pleasure rolled through her in a great wave not a second later, and Madison bowed, arching back toward Christian’s cock to get more, something, anything to relieve the pressure building through her body. Hmm, she might just come from getting spanked while sucking cock. She’d never done that before.
“Oh, baby,” Ryder groaned through clenched teeth. “Fuck, do that again, Christian—she’s taking me so fucking deep right now.”
Madison amended her earlier thought. She was going to come just from getting spanked and talked about like she wasn’t even there, as she sucked cock.
But Christian slapped her ass again, all her thoughts fled and she could do nothing but ride the wave of pleasure and pain and everything in between.
“Didn’t you once say that you wanted your pussy slapped?” Christian asked. “Maybe we should try that. But not right now. Right now I want to feel your cunt squeezing around me.”
And with that, he slid his hard cock deep inside her spread legs until his balls reste
d at her ass. It stretched her, making her more full and more content than she had ever felt before. Then he slapped her ass one more time and the sensation of the pain with the fullness of his cock buried deep inside her sent an orgasm crashing over Madison so hard that she lost her footing, her eyes squeezing tight, her body rocking and riding and thrusting until she was reducing to trembling, whimpering murmurs, desperate and unclear.
“So fucking hot,” Christian growled. “I love the feeling of you coming around me, around my cock. Will you do it again? Will you come for us while we fuck you in two holes at the same time?”
Without a fucking doubt.
Christian and Ryder set a maddeningly slow pace, unwavering, even when Madison rocked back and forth into them, as fast and hard as she could. But they just continued to tease until at last they both loosened, succumbing to their desires, a little faster, a little harder, a little rougher. They fucked her hard and she took and gave in equal measure until the rise of her pleasure mounted higher and she climbed right along with it, desperate to take both of them along this time, to give them just a little of what they had give to her, and she pressed and pushed and rode until she was bucking for all she was worth and Ryder was full-on fucking her face, just like Christian was fucking her cunt.
He brought his fingers around to her swollen clit and the smallest touch still had her writhing, needing, wild and losing control by the second.
Then he slapped her pussy.
It happened in slow and fast motion at the same time. The floor fell out from under her and Ryder’s cock surged one more time before he unloaded deep in her mouth, as Christian thrust, thrust, thrust, before emptying himself into her. Madison rode, pleasure racing through her, before it was reduced to slow mini-tremors vibrating along her entire body.
“Are you okay?” Christian asked. They both helped her to stand to her full height and she nodded, her mind still a little fuzzy and thoughts still far away.
“More than okay,” she whispered, enjoying the pleased expressions on both of their faces as they watched her. Christian withdrew from her body, grabbed a few tissues from his pocket and cleaned her off. Madison readjusted her skirt then brushed her hair out of her eyes. Ryder grimaced.