Her cheeks heated up. It was one thing to be discussing sex with her best friend, but it was another to be taking about something as taboo as a ménage with two men. “Thanks for the advice.”
Not wanting to appear rude, she pushed back her chair to clear the dishes. They both helped, but thankfully didn’t bring up the topic of sex again. As soon as the men went back to their business, she slipped into her room. She tried to concentrate on the proposal Brian had sent, but Hawk’s words rattled in her head. Matt did seem interested, but he was hesitant at the same time. Perhaps she ought to call him and feel him out. Bella had written down everyone’s cell numbers in case she needed to get a hold of anyone.
Not wanting any more time to change her mind, she punched in Matt’s number. It rang and rang. He finally picked up.
“Robin? Is everything okay?”
“Yes. Bella’s fine. I’m fine.”
He blew out an audible breath. “What can I do for you?”
She wished he didn’t act so reserved. “I wanted to see how Storm Front was doing.”
“Her foal is being stubborn. The town’s big animal vet, Aiden, is married to Tammy, and they live at the next ranch over. He said he can be here in five minutes if she goes into labor. So far, she’s doing okay. Thanks for asking.” He cleared his throat. “Do you want to see her?”
She thought she’d have to ask him out. “I’d love to.”
“You know where the barn is?”
“Yes.”
“I’m in here now. Dress warmly.”
“Okay. Be right there.”
She almost jumped up and shouted. She was going to see Matt again. She prepared for being outside the best she could and told Hawk she was going over to see Storm Front.
“Let me give you a flashlight. It’s quite dark. Do you want me to walk you over?”
Bella’s men were so considerate. “I’m good. Don’t wait up for me.” She winked, and Hawk laughed.
Once she stepped outside, she was glad she had the flashlight even though the path was clear and the moon bright. All she had to do was walk where someone had cleared the path. Because it was cold, she hurried the best she could. As she neared the house, she realized she had to get to the barn. Too bad that path wasn’t cleared. Someone’s big feet had stomped down some of the snow, so she carefully stepped in his footprints.
When she entered the barn, voices sounded around a corner. Matt was there with a tall man, about six feet two inches with short brown hair.
Matt turned around. “You’re here. This is Aiden Stanton, our vet. He just got here.”
Aiden nodded to her and moved over to the horse. He spoke to her gently and stroked her head. The horse huffed and puffed.
“She going to be okay?”
“I hope.”
Aiden got on his knees at one end of Storm Front.
“A few minutes after you called, the mare went down.” He kept his voice low, she guessed so as not to scare the horse. Poor thing.
She figured going down meant she was about to give birth. “Is there anything you should be doing?”
“Probably trying to keep her calm.”
“You go. Don’t mind me. I’ll just watch.”
His smile came out weak. “Thanks.”
If she ever gave birth, she’d want a man like Matt by her side. His calm demeanor would help anyone get through the delivery.
Where had that thought come from? Uh-oh. She was beginning to fall for these two sexy men of Pleasure, Montana.
Chapter Eight
“Come on, Storm Front. You can do it, girl.” Matt rubbed the horse’s muzzle as Aiden did his thing at the other end.
The foal’s hooves emerged. Aiden looked up at Matt and smiled. Robin couldn’t take her gaze off the unfolding miracle. Storm Front’s pants got faster and faster. While Robin had ridden horses throughout her life, she’d never been around for a live birth of any kind. This incredible event was changing her insides one cell at a time.
As the young animal emerged, steam poured off the foal. Robin couldn’t help but clap at the wonderful delivery. The mare looked behind her and nudged the newborn. She licked the placenta, clearing the breathing passages.
Aiden helped the process a bit by peeling off the rest of the afterbirth.
Matt glanced at her and smiled. “Come on, girl, get up.”
He stood and moved out of the way. He smelled a bit like horse, and hay covered his knees as he came over to her side.
“Now what?”
“We’ll let mom do her work.”
Storm Front began to lick the newborn, and Aiden exited the stall. “I think my work is done.”
Once Aiden removed his gloves, Matt shook his hand. “Thanks.”
“You’ve got a beautiful colt there. If there’s any change, call me.”
“You go it.”
Matt radiated excitement. He glanced over at the colt again. “The best part is watching him stand.”
“I’ve never seen that.”
Matt wrapped an arm around her waist. “You warm enough?”
She was a bit chilled, but standing next to Matt helped. “Yes.” She nodded to the new animal whose eyes had opened. “Is this your first?”
“Yes. I now have three Arabians. Clay and I share about two hundred and fifty head of cattle, but if I get my own ranch, I want to only have horses. Cattle take too much time. I want to concentrate on breeding these beauties.”
The colt attempted to stand but fell back down. “Come on, boy.” She wanted to rush in and help the animal but knew he had to do this himself.
For the next twenty-five minutes they watched the struggle to gain independence. The wind picked up outside and occasionally battered the sides. “Is a storm expected?”
He looked at her then shot his gaze over her head. “Crap. I hadn’t even noticed. It’s snowing.”
She checked it out. From the slant of the snow, it was driving pretty hard. That sucked. “Maybe it’ll stop soon. In Miami, our storms only last about an hour.”
“Not in Montana.”
The colt stood, and her heart soared. He dropped to his knobby knees once more, but Storm Front nudged him. On the next try he got up on his own and even took a few steps. The outside noise registered.
“What is that?”
Matt looked blank for a moment. “Shit. It’s raining. We need to go.”
“Will the baby be okay?”
“Mom will make sure of it.”
In the few seconds it took to get outside, the wind had shifted, driving a combination of snow and moisture. Matt wrapped his arm around her as they hurried outside. Since the quasipath wasn’t wide, he went first to press down the snow while he held her hand behind him. He was almost running, and she was halfway to the house when her feet slipped. She tumbled onto on her knees. Liquid mud drenched her jeans. “Shit.”
“Are you okay?” He helped her up. “I shouldn’t have started to run. It’s my fault.”
He lifted her to a stand and swooped her up in his arms. He took off for the house. How he could move so fast carrying her she didn’t know, but his strong arms brought an incredible sense of security. She buried her head in his chest and inhaled. His jacket held a combination of hay, horse, snow, and sex. Okay, not the last part, but she wanted to think it would have her scent on it soon.
When he reached the side door, he placed her on her feet and ushered her in. The warm air blasted her in the face. She expected the television to be on or hear Clay in the kitchen.
“Is Clay here?”
“He’s in town.”
From the way Matt’s lips were pursed, he didn’t approve. Asking questions might not make her happy. The last thing she needed to hear was that Clay was in town with another woman.
She checked out Matt. His hair was wet, and water had dampened his pants up to his calves. She wasn’t in much better shape.
“Let me put on the fire so you can dry out.”
Actually what she wanted to
do was take a shower—with Matt. She inhaled and closed her eyes picturing running her hands over his body. She wanted him whether he wanted her or not.
Go for it.
“Maybe we should just take a shower.” Her heart slammed into her chest. She’d never been that forward with a man in her life.
“We?”
She couldn’t tell if the idea excited him or if he couldn’t figure out how to turn her down. “Yes. As in the two of us.”
Her fists curled at his side. “Just so you know, I’m not good with being naked with a woman and keeping my hands to myself.”
Her face heated up faster than the fire he’d promised her. “Just so you know, I’m not good with being naked with a man without touching his cock.” I did not say that.
Somehow in the barn, she knew what she wanted. It was Matt. It was Clay. She didn’t have much time left in Montana, and she was determined to experience everything. If before she left, she ended up making love with both men, she’d take that divine experience to her grave.
His gaze narrowed as he moved in. He ran a hand over his scalp and a slow smile spread across his face. “Last chance to change your mind.”
She straightened her shoulders and spread her legs wider in a warrior pose. “Never.”
Like a wild animal capturing his prey, Matt threaded his fingers through her hair and drew her face to him. The pressure from his fingers on her temples made her pulse race. His lips found hers, and with a hunger like she’d never experienced, he kissed her silly while backpedaling her down the hallway.
Every cell throbbed with excitement as his thumbs rubbed her cheeks and his tongue went to work thrusting and parrying with hers. By the time they reached the bathroom, she was nearly out of breath.
He pulled off her jacket, sweater, and her shirt. He stepped back and shook his head. “My God, girl. You’ve got more layers than a hundred-year-old rock.”
She burst out laughing. “I wanted to be warm.”
“I’ll get you warm. Can you manage the rest?” As he said it, he was kicking off his boots, tearing off his shirt, and unzipping his pants.
He got naked about fifteen seconds before she did. He reached into the shower and turned on both showerheads. As soon as the last of her clothes disappeared, he pressed her back against the bathroom wall and planted his huge cock against her stomach. What she wouldn’t give to be the same height. That would make it easy to stand on her tiptoes and thread his big cock right into her pussy. Her cunt exploded with juices thinking about fucking his brains out.
Matt stepped back. He closed his eyes and inhaled. “I have to stop.” He opened his eyes. “We need to get clean first.”
Stupid, practical, lovable man.
He led her into the shower. After testing the water, he let her choose her side. She took the closest showerhead and quickly rinsed. She was far more interested in getting her hands on his body than she was in scrubbing clean every inch of her skin. She hadn’t spent a lot of time on the barn floor and didn’t need much washing.
A soap dispenser was attached to the wall. She squirted a few drops of soap into her palm. “I see your chest is dirty.”
His smile came out crooked. “Maybe you should clean me.”
Just what she wanted to do. Her body vibrated with need at what was to come. Her biggest problem was that she wasn’t sure she’d be able to finish the job before she begged for his cock.
The moment her palms ran down the muscled planes of his chest, she groaned. “You have such a beautiful body.” She’d almost added that his cock was incredible, too, but she didn’t want to come off as desperate.
“I’ll have to say the same thing about you. I love a woman with curves.” He lifted her breasts in his palms and strummed his thumbs across the tips.
Immediately, her nipples hardened. In the past, she might have been hurt by the use of the word “curves,” but now she understood that her body appealed to some men. For that boost in confidence, she’d forever remember these two.
“I’ve got a lot of curves you haven’t explored.” She wasn’t sure where this newfound boldness stemmed from, but Matt seemed to like it.
“Give me time, darlin’. We’ve got all night.”
The image of Clay coming home and finding them in bed stirred her even more.
“I don’t like wasting time. I need you clean. Turn around.”
He chuckled then obeyed. Planting his hands on the wall, he spread his legs wide and presented her with a glorious ass.
“Yum. I hope you have a large hot water tank.”
“Tankless. We got all the heat you need.”
She bet. Wanting to prolong the sensual experience, she started with his shoulders. “Relax your muscles.” To help, she slapped his butt.
He chuckled. “Remember, turnaround is fair play.”
Her ass cheeks clenched. She’d never been spanked, but she bet Matt’s gentle touch would make it something she’d never forget. “I might hold you to it.”
Slowly, she washed his upper back, loving how his muscles flexed when she dragged her fingers over his body. Using both hands, she slid her fingers down his tapered sides keeping in mind his ass was her final destination.
Once she reached his fat-free waist, she couldn’t help but lean into him and reach around to his belly. Her breasts plastered against the planes of his sculpted back, and they rejoiced at his warm, textured skin on his nipples.
Since he hadn’t stopped her, she dared to lower her fingers until she brush the drenched hair bordering his cock.
“Careful, darlin’. I’m working real hard to stay still.”
“I’m sorry.” Being in a playful mood, she grabbed his cock.
Before she could take her next breath, he turned around. He placed his hands on her waist and moved her backward. “I think you need a good washing, too.”
He filled his hand with soap and immediately palmed her pussy. She nearly melted right there. The gentle Matt had somehow turned into a sexual aggressor. She loved that she was able to unleash the wild animal within.
One finger dipped into her opening and electric sparks raced up her spine. Her inner walls contracted with intense need. She’d just had sex with Clay, so she shouldn’t be so sensitive, yet Matt turned her on in a different but equal way.
The warm water cascaded down her back and trickled over her shoulders to her breasts. “I think my tits are dirty.”
He grinned. “Trying to distract me?”
“If I were trying to distract you, I’d do this.” Once more she clasped his rigid cock. His thickness seemed to have increased.
“If you really think I need to get clean, try some soap.”
She slathered soap on his cock and slowly ran her hand up and down his length. If she pressed too tightly, his breath hitched. He, too, must have decided she needed a little medicine, because he washed her tits with loving care, lingering a long time on the tips. He’d dribble soap on the ends then pinched them between his thumb and forefinger until the swollen crests peaked.
Matt leaned over and nibbled her neck then ran his tongue down to her throat and lightly nipped her collarbone. Every touch sparked a deeper need. She wanted to continue her exploration, but she also wanted to lie on top of him and let every ounce of her soul experience him fully.
She let go of his cock and fondled his round, hard ass. She bet he could drive into a woman with power. Never had her mind been so explicit, but with Matt she wanted it all. The fact he was Clay’s brother made it all the more exciting. Both men possessed an inner drive and seemed to value others.
She lightly bit his nipple because that was all she could reach. “How about we take this someplace drier.”
He laughed. “Getting hot?”
In too many ways to count. “Would that be bad?”
“No. I wanted to be sure we were on the same page.”
She squeezed his ass then ran her hands up his wet back. “We are.”
The water stopped flowing. He pi
cked her up and headed out the door. “We’re all wet.” She couldn’t stop laughing at his outrageous act.
He swung her back around. “Grab a towel.”
Never would she have thought he’d be so unconventional. The formerly sullen man had such a fun streak in him. He carried her all the way to his bedroom. At the door, he nudged it open with his toe. In contrast to Clay’s room, Matt’s was ultra neat. Bed made, side table empty except for a lamp and an alarm clock, and only one photo on the sole dresser in the room. She thought he could use some pictures. She might have made a comment, but he placed her on the bed, and then pulled down half of the bedspread.
“Hop in.”
Right now she’d do anything he asked.
He took the towel from her hands and swiped her pussy. A lot of good that did. Just looking at him made her pussy weep. He’d never get her dry. If he’d been closer, she would have lifted one end and tried to dry his cock. Maybe she should save her mouth for that job.
He dabbed her nipples with the tiniest of corners. “I’ll air-dry faster.”
“Who says I’m trying to dry you?”
The man did have a smart streak in him. She slipped the cloth from his hands and rubbed her breasts, which only served to inflame her nipples. “Now look what you’ve done to them.”
He leaned over and licked them ever so gently. “Is that better?”
“Yes.” She arched her back. “Don’t stop.”
When she looked down, his dimples showed, but then they disappeared the moment he sucked hard on the tip. Her moan escaped from the erotic pain tripping down the sides of her breasts. There had been so much teasing and touching in the shower, she was ready for some hard cock. However, she didn’t want him to stop what he was doing. Every pull of his teeth and flick of his tongue made her pussy’s desire go higher.
She clasped onto his shoulders and dug her nails into his skin each time he nipped the tips. She could feel her pussy’s juices drip down her leg. If she didn’t get relief soon, no telling what she’d do.
“Can I touch your cock?” That might alleviate some of her frustrations and urge him to take her sooner.
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