Light as Air

by Mari Carr

  “After what?” Rosalia asked.

  Doug grasped her, pulling her over his lap, facing him. “After you finish this damn list so we can have sex.”

  “List?” she teased. “What list?”

  TJ chuckled. “We might have a small problem with that plan, Doug. My house is a pile of rubble and there’s no way I’m getting it on in your parents’ house.”

  “We all fit in the RV bed,” Rosalia reminded him.

  Doug glanced back toward the ranch where he could still hear the faint sounds of music and see the glow from the bonfire. “Come on. I want you to meet my brother and sister and cousins. Much as I can’t wait to crawl between the sheets with you two, I feel the need to do a bit of celebrating myself.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Rosalia glanced at her phone and marveled at the late hour…and the fact she was still awake. She’d gotten on the road at dawn this morning and driven straight to Wyoming. Then she’d met Doug’s family, partied her ass off—Doug’s aunts could put down some margaritas—and she sort of thought she might be unofficially engaged. To not one, but two sexy-as-sin cowboys.

  What a day!

  And it wasn’t over, considering the hungry expressions on her handsome men’s faces.

  “You’re still dressed,” Doug said.

  “I’ve been in this RV a total of thirty seconds.”

  He shook his head as if disappointed. “That’s what I’m saying.”

  “It’s time for bed. I want both of you naked. Now.” TJ was leaning against the doorway to her room, waiting with less patience than Doug. She shivered at his deep-voiced demand.

  The three of them had been together countless times—and ways—in the past six weeks. She couldn’t help but wonder why most people didn’t give ménages a try. So many delicious options.

  Doug grasped her hand and dragged her to the bedroom. Once they were there, he turned her until her knees hit the mattress and she fell to her back. He was on top of her within seconds, kissing her as if they’d been apart for years instead of a single day.

  As they kissed, his hands were everywhere, slipping beneath her shirt, dragging down her bra, pinching her nipples.

  With one red-hot kiss, he’d not only rendered her completely sober, he’d ensured she was wide awake, so energized she could run a marathon at this point.

  Her eyes flew open when Doug stilled, his lips moving away. She saw TJ standing next to them, his hand on Doug’s back. At some point, while she’d been occupied, he’d taken off all his clothes.

  “Oh yeah,” she whispered.

  “Give our girl a chance to breathe, bro.”

  “Damn, man.” Doug pushed up, kneeling above her. His gaze, like hers, was locked on TJ’s impressive erection.

  They shared one quick glance at each other, then moved as a unit.

  “Fuck,” TJ gritted out, when Rosalia wrapped her mouth around the head of his dick as Doug palmed his balls.

  His hands flew to the backs of their heads as he fisted their hair and controlled the action, pushing and pulling them according to his needs. Neither she nor Doug had a problem handing the reins to TJ. He was more than capable of driving both of them out of their minds simultaneously.

  Though Doug had told TJ he wouldn’t always be on top, he hadn’t followed through on that threat. It appeared they’d found their natural roles with each other right out of the gate. TJ loved fucking Doug, and Doug loved being fucked. They hadn’t ruled out switching it up somewhere down the line, but for now, they both enjoyed the current status quo.

  As for her, Rosalia loved watching them fuck as much as she enjoyed being on the receiving end of their affections. They so obviously cared for each other. It warmed her heart to see them together and made her love them both even more.

  Rosalia stilled at the thought.

  TJ, ever astute, noticed. “Rosalia.”

  She released him with a soft pop, peering up at him. None of them had said the words yet. It occurred to her now that they’d been waiting. Waiting for TJ to make that final leap—either to them or away from them.

  Rosalia hadn’t even realized it until this moment. Somewhere in her subconscious, she’d recognized that he’d been holding back. That reticence was completely gone now.

  She was free to speak her feelings.

  “I love you,” she said to TJ.

  She saw him swallow deeply before the sexiest, sweetest smile she’d ever been graced with flashed bright. “I love you, too, darlin’. So much it almost hurts.”

  Rosalia turned her attention to Doug, not bothering to wipe away the happy tears clouding her vision. “I love you, too.”

  Doug pressed his forehead to hers, both of them closing their eyes. “You’re my everything, Rosie. You and TJ are my world. I don’t know how I lived a day without you. And I hope I never have to figure that out.”

  TJ lifted her shirt over her head, then quickly unfastened her bra. She didn’t feel the urge to cover herself anymore. That shyness was gone when she was with them.

  She stood briefly, slipping off her jeans, before sitting back down on the bed. Rosalia leaned back, inviting TJ to join her. He gave her a sexy grin as he followed, coming over her, kissing her.

  Doug watched as he stripped off his own clothing before settling down next to them. She felt his hand on her hip, softly caressing as TJ kissed her stupid.

  Sometimes she wondered if this constant state of breathless light-headedness was healthy. The lack of oxygen getting to her brain ensured she didn’t worry about that for too long.

  “Open your legs, darlin’. I need to be inside you.”

  She was used to long, drawn-out foreplay with her men, and while she loved every minute of that, she wasn’t going to complain about a quickie either.

  Rosalia wrapped her legs around TJ’s waist, her breath catching as he slid into her in one smooth, steady glide.

  Her eyes drifted shut in bliss. There was nothing like the feeling of being filled by TJ…or Doug. She’d spent so many years alone, without this closeness. Even now, she wondered how she’d managed to get through all those long, dreary, nothing-special days.

  TJ lifted his hips, slowly sliding out before returning. She was used to him taking her harder, deeper. Tonight, he was steady and patient, something she’d never noticed in him.

  That thought prompted a grin that caught his eye.

  “What?”

  “As much as I love the gentle motion of the ocean, I’m a storm-chasing girl at heart.”

  TJ chuckled. “Tough shit. I want to make love to my future wife. There will be no tornado-force fucking tonight.”

  She crinkled her nose as if disappointed, even as her heart nearly burst with joy when he said future wife.

  “I want to be a part of this,” Doug murmured.

  TJ glanced over at his friend. “I think you should be.” And then, with one smooth, swift motion, Rosalia found herself on top, astride TJ.

  Doug’s hand was on her ass in an instant, stroking the cheeks as he bent down to place a kiss at the base of her spine. “Both of us, Rosie. You’re taking both of us.”

  She nodded, excitedly. They’d never done this before, but she’d dreamed of it, even suggested it one night a few weeks ago. Doug and TJ had declared her too inexperienced for something like that at the time.

  “Not just into your body,” Doug continued. “But into your life.”

  “And my heart,” she added, wanting both of them to know that she got it. She felt it. She wanted it more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life.

  Doug rummaged through the nightstand drawer for the nearly empty tube of lubrication there.

  “We need to make a trip to the store,” he murmured, prompting laughter from Rosalia and TJ.

  “We should probably buy stock in KY,” TJ joked.

  Rosalia’s giggle was cut short when he squeezed some of the lube inside her anus. She sucked in a lungful of air, then held her breath as he pressed one, two…God…three f
ingers inside.

  She lifted her hips, TJ slipping out as she sought more from Doug.

  When TJ placed a sharp slap on her upper thigh, reminding her where she was supposed to be, she resumed her previous position, taking him back inside, buried to the hilt.

  Doug stretched her ass for a few minutes more before donning a condom.

  “Ready?” he asked.

  She nodded, too aroused to speak.

  Neither she nor TJ moved as he slowly made his way into the tight portal.

  Rosalia trembled slightly, her need growing painful. It was always this way. Both men took their time, prepared her body to accept them. She was grateful for that, but at the same time, she felt savage, turning into a primitive beast who wanted to be taken roughly.

  TJ gripped her hips, holding her still as if he could read her desires. He knew she was on the verge of going wild.

  Once Doug was fully seated, he also held still for just a moment.

  Her gaze was locked on TJ’s face, his eyes focused on Doug. She was used to her lovers communicating without words. She didn’t have a clue what tacit agreement they’d just come to, but the dark, hungry look on TJ’s face told her she was in for one hell of a night.

  TJ’s hands shifted to her breasts, squeezing them gently at first before adding more pressure.

  Doug’s hands took over on her hips, holding her in place.

  “Please,” she whispered when neither man moved.

  “Tell us what you want, Rosalia,” TJ said.

  “We’ll give you anything,” Doug promised.

  “I want hard and fast and deep and…” Her words fell away because they didn’t need to hear more.

  One second she was giving them a grocery list of fantasy words, and the next, they were fulfilling them.

  TJ’s hips lifted as Doug retreated. While the concept of threesomes had been new to all of them, it hadn’t taken them long to find the sweet spots.

  Within seconds, they’d found their rhythm, and she realized her desires weren’t just hers. They were shared.

  Doug kept calling out her name as his fingers tightened on her hips, tugging her ass toward his cock as he slammed in harder.

  TJ pinched her nipples, increasing the pressure until she cried from the pleasure and the pain. He was a master of provoking so many contrasting, beautiful sensations.

  Rosalia’s first orgasm shook her hard, but her lovers ignored it. They weren’t even close to finished yet. Two hard cocks continued to pound as she soared into orbit, disintegrating in an explosion of blinding white light and ear-piercing thunder.

  When she floated back to earth, they were still there, taking her, claiming her. Mere seconds passed before her body went up and over again.

  It didn’t matter to Doug or TJ, and that was when it occurred to her that she wasn’t the only rabid creature in the room.

  She raked her fingernails down TJ’s chest, scoring his skin, leaving her mark. He hissed, pinching her nipples again before gripping the back of her head and pressing her lips down to his. He nipped the lower one, and she tasted the salty tang of blood. She reciprocated in kind. TJ’s eyes narrowed, then closed as he groaned.

  “Fuck, Rosalia. My love, my beautiful love.”

  Doug’s fingers dug deeper into her hips. “I can’t…God…I want…”

  “Do it,” TJ commanded through gritted teeth.

  Doug stiffened, his cock fully encased in the tightness of her ass. He jerked roughly as he came, a myriad of curses falling from his lips.

  “Mother of fucking God. Holy Christ!”

  Rosalia soaked up the words, tried to focus on each burst of come as she imagined it filling the condom. It was that or fall off the cliff again, and she seriously wasn’t sure she was strong enough to recover from another orgasm like the first two.

  As Doug’s climax waned, he withdrew. Rosalia started to sigh, missing him as much as she was grateful for the reprieve.

  That feeling was short-lived when TJ flipped her to her back and started thrusting inside her like a man possessed.

  Her back arched, his hard, forceful entry driving her to an orgasm she never saw coming. She screamed, unaware of it until Doug’s hand covered her mouth. His response brought her back to reality for a split second, just long enough to remember her RV was parked right outside his family’s house.

  That thought was fleeting, because TJ obviously didn’t give a shit who heard what they were doing. He bent his head to her breast and sucked her nipple into his mouth—hard.

  She gasped, her hands gripping his hair, torn between pulling him away and holding him close.

  “Fuck me harder,” she demanded.

  TJ lifted his head, his breath coming out in loud, panting gasps. He looked at her for just a moment before withdrawing.

  She didn’t have a chance to complain before he’d flipped her to her stomach. TJ was the only person she’d ever met with the ability to make her feel like a rag doll. It was a huge fucking turn-on.

  He lifted her hips and slammed back into her pussy from behind. Clever devil knew that was the one sure way to find her G-spot. He hit it in one.

  She turned her face toward the pillow, letting it absorb the next scream as he thrust in hard and fast.

  Rosalia felt as if she’d been swept up in a tornado, light as air. Wild. Free. She was being ravaged—and she loved every second of it.

  She came again, and this time, thank God, TJ was there with her, filling her with spurt after spurt of hot come.

  She wanted babies.

  It was the only lucid thought she could produce as her body shuddered in the aftermath of all they’d done.

  She shook violently one last time as TJ pulled out, dropping to her side. Doug had already claimed the other, watching them intently, if somewhat drowsily. They teased him about how quickly he fell asleep after coming.

  At some point, probably when TJ was fucking her senseless, he’d disposed of the condom.

  “I want babies.”

  She hadn’t meant to say that aloud.

  “Right now?” Doug asked. At the same time, TJ said, “You got it.”

  She giggled, surprised she could find the breath for that response. “Sorry. Guess that came out of left field.”

  TJ rolled to face her, placing his palm over her stomach. “Maybe so, but I’m not complaining about where your head is at the moment. I’ve basically been alone since my mom died. I want a family too.”

  Doug placed his hand on top of TJ’s. “You’ve got one, Third. You’ve got us.”

  “And we’re going to make babies,” she repeated, the idea seriously stuck. Probably because they’d fucked her senseless and left her with just one little brain cell.

  “Yeah,” Doug said softly. “A shy little girl who blushes like her mother. We’ll name her Janet, after your mom, TJ.”

  TJ nodded, and Rosalia was touched by the wetness that appeared on his lashes. “She would have liked that.”

  “So much for making love, Third,” Rosalia teased. Doug’s infectious sense of humor had rubbed off on her. “That was definitely an F5.”

  TJ groaned, the sound a cross between a chuckle and genuine anguish. “Between the storm chasing and the sex, you two will be the death of me.”

  Doug yawned. “Pretty sure my folks heard those screams of yours, Rosie. Going to be embarrassing at the breakfast table tomorrow. My mom promised to make us all French toast.”

  Rosalia giggled. “Next time, we’ll park the RV farther away from the house.”

  “A state away should work,” TJ suggested. “Speaking of F5s, Rosalia, how do you feel about tattoos?”

  Epilogue

  Silas relaxed, kicked back in the chair, boots crossed at his ankles, as he stared at the flames of the campfire. The sound of a can cracking open told him Seth had grabbed another beer from the cooler. It was still early spring, but they’d had some unseasonably warm weather this past week and it had Silas itching to get outside in the fresh air.

/>   After a damn cold winter, it felt like he’d been hibernating for months. He’d been working in the barn when it occurred to him, he and his brothers hadn’t been camping alone in years. Scratch that, it had been decades.

  When they were just young bucks—in their teens and early twenties—they’d often saddled up the horses with their tents, sleeping bags, hot dogs and a case or two of beer, and spent a night together under the stars.

  He wasn’t sure what it was that had made him long to make the trip again, but the second he suggested it to his brothers, they’d been all for it. Within hours, they’d loaded up the horses and were on their way to “their spot.”

  Lucy had tried to pack them up some kind of fancy campfire food packets she’d read about online, but he’d insisted a big pile of hot dogs, buns and couple of onions were just fine.

  “Quite a winter,” Sawyer said, as soon as he polished off his third—or maybe fourth—hot dog. “Started to think we were at the beginning of another Ice Age there for a little while.”

  “I hear you,” Seth agreed. “Feels good to be out here without long johns and wool socks.”

  Sam nodded, his gaze resting on Silas. “It does, but I suspect it’s not just the unseasonably nice weather that has us out here. What’s up, Si? You got something on your mind?”

  Sam, the college boy, was always the most astute. Sawyer and Seth were more like him, physical guys with a love of nature, horses, sunrises and sunsets. Sam appreciated those things too, but he liked to attach meaning to it all.

  Silas didn’t mind the question because he’d been pondering the reason as well. “Just been thinking lately about our camping trips when we were younger. Feels like we’ve traveled a million miles since then.”

  Seth chuckled. “Probably more like a hundred million. We’re getting damn old.”

  Silas couldn’t argue with that. “Tell me about it. Woke up the other day, took a look in the mirror and saw JD staring back at me.”

  Sawyer grinned. “You are starting to look a lot like our old man, Si. Leah pointed it out to me a few months ago. It’s the graying hair and those deep lines around your eyes and mouth.”