by Marla Monroe
“You are so fucking tight, baby. It’s like shoving my cock inside a velvet fist.” He pulled out almost all the way and entered her again managing to delve deeper this time.
Over and over he plunged his engorged member into her heated pussy until finally, his balls slapped against her clit. He slowly started thrusting in her in long drawn-out plunges that heated her nerve endings with each pass.
Simon appeared at her head with his cock tapping against her lips. She opened and welcomed him inside with her tongue. She watched him watch his dick disappear into her mouth through lowered lashes. The expression on his face was one of tortured pleasure. It thrilled her to know she was giving him that look. Skyler paid close attention to the V beneath his cockhead then twirled her tongue all around the stalk before pulling off to rasp it over the slit at the top.
His tangy, wild taste exploded on her tongue as she savored the salty essence before swallowing his cock to the back of her throat. His fuck let her know he approved. She backed off and began to slowly suck his cock in and out of her mouth, sometimes going slow and sometimes moving faster. Each time she took him to her throat, she swallowed around him, earning her his hands digging into her scalp.
She almost lost Simon’s cock when Owen shifted positions and began rasping over her hot spot. She groaned then gasped when she felt him dragging her pussy juices from her dripping pussy to her ass. He circled the little rosette with his thumb several times before slowly pushing inward.
“Owen?” She let go of Simon’s cock to look back over her shoulder at her longtime lover.
“Easy, Sky. I’m just playing, babe.” He kept pressing inward until his thumb breached her ass.
Simon gently turned her face back toward him and fed his cock into her mouth. This time he took the lead and held her head between his hands as he slowly fucked her mouth with his dick. She felt totally at his and Owen’s mercy now. They were doing things to her she’d never had done before.
Even as one man pounded into her from behind, the other pumped his erection into her mouth, being careful not to choke her. She relaxed all over and let them have her. She enjoyed the feeling of being taken, enjoyed the knowledge that they needed her so desperately.
Owen’s thumb disappeared, and then more of her copious juices were dragged back to her hole. Then two fingers were carefully forcing their way into her back hole. She gasped at the sting that accompanied their advancement.
“Relax and push back, baby.”
She moaned around Simon’s cock sending a shiver through his body at the vibration. The fingers in her ass finally made it all the way in and then began to pump in and out of her. Sparks of awareness bloomed as the pinch and sting of before gave way to an erotic sensation that surprised her. She liked Owen’s fingers in her ass. It felt delicious in a decadent sort of way.
She began to focus on Simon’s cock in her mouth as he seemed to lose rhythm. He was close. She hummed against him and balanced on one hand so she could squeeze his balls with the other. She remembered how hard he had squeezed them when she had watched him before and tightened her hold.
“Fuck yeah, Skyler. That’s amazing. Oh, hell. I’m going to come, babe.” He grunted before shoving his cock down her throat and erupting in a wash of hot cum that coated her mouth as she fought to swallow him down.
Finally, he pulled back and leaned against the headboard while still holding her head in his hands. After a couple of seconds, he bent down and kissed her despite his taste still being in her mouth. Simon slowly slipped down in the bed next to her and reached out to cup her face.
“Simon, play with her tits. I’m not going to last much longer.” Owen’s strained voice interrupted their stare.
Skyler once again became aware of the thick cock tunneling in and out of her cunt as Owen’s fingers fucked her ass. The dual penetration simulated places in her she had never known to be sensitive. Owen’s dick stroked over her hot spot with each plunge into her center. His fingers stimulated nerve endings in her ass that had her panting for relief. Then Simon’s fingers began pulling and pinching her nipples.
She threw back her head and cried out as her orgasm flirted with her but refused to bloom.
“Please, please, please,” she said, the words erupting from her mouth.
“Fuck! I’m going to come.”
Simon’s fingers left one nipple and found her clit. He pinched the delicate little nub, and she came with a strangled scream as her climax jerked her over the edge. Her hands curled into the sheet even as Simon’s mouth took hers. The kiss stole her breath, and before she knew it, she had collapsed, her mouth tearing from his even as Owen’s hot cum filled her cunt.
Long minutes passed before Owen withdrew from her ass and pussy. He padded off toward the bathroom while she fought to regain her breath. Nothing had prepared her for the unbelievable pleasure being taken by two men could provide. She almost felt numb with shock.
A wet bath cloth at her bottom shocked her, and she moaned. Owen had returned and was cleaning her up. Simon pulled her down in the bed until her ass was no longer in the air. He wrapped his arms around her. She let her head rest on his shoulder and wrapped an arm around his waist. A thin layer of sweat covered her body, and despite the residual heat in the room, she shivered as her skin cooled.
“Owen, hurry up, man. She’s shivering.”
Owen returned and, grabbing the cover at the foot of the bed, pulled it over them as he snuggled up to her back. He moved her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck as he ran his hand up and down her arm as if the friction would warm her.
“Are you okay?” Owen’s voice sounded muffled at the back of her neck.
She smiled to herself. “I’m better than okay. That was amazing.”
He sighed and kissed her shoulder this time.
Simon kissed her lips then began to gently extract himself from her arms. She held on in alarm.
“What are you doing?”
Simon looked down at her and smiled. “Going back to my room. It’s time for bed now.”
“Owen?” She turned her head slightly.
Owen lifted his head and looked toward Simon, a serious expression on his face. “This is your room. We sleep together from now on.”
Simon looked as if he didn’t believe him at first. Then relief followed by happiness filled his eyes. He nodded and relaxed back into her once again. His hold on her grew tighter for a few seconds. Then he loosened it and kissed her forehead.
“You’re amazing, Skyler. Thank you for letting me be a part of your life.”
She hummed against his shoulder and snuggled her ass back against Owen. This felt like home to her now. She was between two men who cared for her and would keep her safe. She couldn’t be happier.
Owen’s acceptance of Simon into their bed was a huge compromise for him. She recognized that he had made peace with the situation and was striving to accept their new life in The Border Lands. Even though he’d made the first step when they moved out there, he hadn’t fully accepted it until now.
Skyler rolled over and wrapped her arms around her first love. She kissed him then buried her face in his neck. She let his scent fill her as he sighed and squeezed her back.
Simon rested a hand on her hip and kissed the back of her neck. He didn’t try to pull her back from Owen’s embrace or interfere. She was glad that he understood that Owen needed her assurance that she still loved him.
She whispered in his ear. “I love you.”
“I know.”
With that, Skyler relaxed and fell asleep.
Chapter Six
Simon watched Skyler as she gathered some of the last vegetables of the season from the garden. She was an amazing woman who had adapted to the wilds of The Border Lands without complaint. She had welcomed him into her bed, and he hoped one day to be in her heart as well.
“Come on, lazy, and help me with these peppers. I swear they pop out overnight.”
Simon chuckled and grabbed the ones tr
ying to roll out of her basket.
“What are you going to do with all of these this time?”
“Make salsa. We can pour it over stuff to spice it up some.”
“Good idea.” He took one of the baskets from her and followed her back to the house.
Once inside, he set the basket and the handful of peppers on the counter then washed his hands. It was nearly lunchtime anyway. He would help her fix sandwiches. No doubt they would have tomatoes again. Dinner would be something different and very good. She always fixed them something amazing at night.
When they had the sandwiches made and waiting on the table, he looked out the door expecting to see Owen walking up from the barn or back pasture. Unease spread through his chest when he didn’t see the other man.
“Owen on his way?” Skyler’s voice came from behind him as she washed the vegetables they had picked.
“I don’t see him yet.”
“Hmm, he’s late.” She didn’t sound too worried.
Simon decided to wait a few more minutes before he went out looking for his friend. He had no reason to think that anything was wrong. Still, he knew better than they did the many dangers of living in the area. Owen hadn’t been around long enough to recognize them as quickly as he did. He glanced over at Skyler once again then resumed watching for Owen through the window.
Several minutes later, she finished washing the vegetables and walked over to where he stood watching for Owen. She squeezed his arm and looked up at him.
“You still don’t see him?” Now she sounded worried.
“I think I’ll go look for him. He probably lost track of time. Stay inside, Sky.” He bent down and kissed her on the head before grabbing his gun and walking out the door.
The wind had picked up some and had a slight bite to it. He realized that he probably should have slipped into a jacket. He wasn’t going to turn around now, though. Owen wouldn’t be far off.
First he searched the barn to be sure he wasn’t in there. Then he headed for the pasture. He hadn’t taken a horse today since they had pulled the cows closer to the house now that the weather had begun to cool off some. They had discussed the possibility of snow in the near future. With the slight bite in the wind, he was beginning to think sooner rather than later.
Reaching the fence, Simon climbed through and walked the line as he searched all around him for some sign of the other man. He’d been searching for a good ten minutes when he caught sight of something colorful along the edge of the tree line. Owen had been wearing a bright blue shirt this morning. He climbed back through the fence and hurried toward the blue object.
Owen lay on his side facing away from him. He couldn’t tell if he was breathing or not as he knelt next to him. He reached out to check for a pulse. The soft flutter beneath his fingers reassured him that Owen was alive. He carefully rolled him over on his back and cursed. Blood covered his face and the front of his shirt. He had a rather large cut across his forehead. How had it happened?
Simon pulled off his shirt and wrapped it around the other man’s head using the sleeves to tie it in place. Then he picked him up and put him over his shoulder to carry him home. It didn’t matter now how it had happened. What mattered was getting him warm and that cut sewn up and the bleeding stopped. They would find out later what happened.
The wind sent chills along his body as he hurried toward the house. By the time he had made it to the garden, Skyler had thrown open the door and come running out.
“What happened? Is he okay?” She hovered next to them, wringing her hands.
“Go get the first aid kit and carry it upstairs to the bedroom. Light a lantern by the bed so we can see and run some water in the sink so we can clean him up.” He bit out the orders, knowing she needed something to do to keep from breaking down.
By the time he had made it in the house and up the stairs to the bedroom, she had everything set up. He gently laid him on the bed then stepped aside as Skyler began stripping him of his clothes. She removed the makeshift bandage around his head and moaned at the sight of the gaping wound.
“What could have done this?”
“I’m not sure. Let’s get it cleaned up and sewn together.” He helped her clean Owen’s face and neck then stepped aside so she could sew the wound closed.
It was good that he wasn’t conscious for that part, but the longer he remained unconscious the greater the injury could be to his brain. He didn’t like it. There was no doubt that he had a concussion. How serious it was remained to be seen.
It took Skyler a good thirty minutes to sew the wound closed. Once she was through, he had a good idea what had happened. One of the cows must have kicked him. The wound looked like a hoof. He had crawled over to the trees for some reason. There was no telling how badly he was hurt. A cow could break a man’s neck with a good kick. It was a good chance that he had a cracked skull.
“It looks like a cow kicked him, Skyler. He’s bound to have a concussion.” He didn’t want to paint a dismal picture for her, but she needed to know that it was serious.
“What can I do for him? He didn’t even budge while I sewed him up.” He could see the tears shining in her eyes.
“All we can do is keep him warm and wait for him to wake up. I wish there was something else, but that’s really all we can do.”
Skyler buried her face against his bare chest and hugged him tight. He could tell by the soft shudder of her shoulders that she was crying. He wrapped his arms around her and held her there until she finally pushed away and wiped her eyes without looking at him.
“I’m sorry. I got you all wet. You need to get something warm on. It’s getting a little cool in the house.” She turned back to the bed and laid her hand against Owen’s cheek.
He pulled out another shirt from the closet and shrugged into it. Then he stood behind her and watched her stroke Owen’s hair.
“Go eat, Simon. You’re going to need to keep your strength up. Owen won’t be able to help for a while.”
He winced. She was trying to be brave, but he could tell she was scared and hurting inside. He wanted to comfort her, but knew she needed some time alone with Owen. He didn’t answer, just walked out of the room and walked downstairs. She was right. It was getting cooler in the house. He stared at the plate of sandwiches and sighed. Even though he wasn’t hungry, he knew he needed to eat. She needed to eat as well. He wouldn’t be able to make her eat if he didn’t.
Sitting down, he grabbed a sandwich and took a bite. Worry for Owen crowded his mind. He had to recover. Not only because he had grown to love the man like a brother, but for Skyler’s sake. She wouldn’t be the same woman without Owen. He wasn’t sure he would ever be able to put the light in her eyes that Owen did. Simon couldn’t stand the idea of her being sad and depressed. The other man had to get well.
He finished eating and fixed a plate for her. After pouring a glass of tea, he carried everything upstairs. Pausing in the doorway, he closed his eyes and sighed. She had climbed in bed next to Owen and was curled up around him, his hand clasped in hers. He hated to intrude, but she needed to eat.
“Skyler. I brought you something to eat.” He walked over to the other side of the bed and sat on the edge holding the plate and glass in his hands.
“I’m not hungry right now, Simon. I’ll eat later.” She never opened her eyes.
“No, Skyler. You’ll eat now. I won’t have you making yourself sick. He’s going to need a lot of care, and you can’t give it to him if you’re weak and worn out. Sit up and eat.”
She opened her eyes and scowled at him, but she sat up, reaching for the plate. He handed it to her and placed the glass on the bedside table. He continued to watch her as she took a tiny bite from the sandwich. Already her eyes were growing dull and her face pale. He could see it in her eyes. She didn’t believe that Owen would make it. He had to admit that the longer he remained unconscious the worse his chances. Still, she needed to keep her hopes up and convey that to the unconscious man.
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“Skyler, you’ve got to trust that he’ll be okay and tell him that over and over. He’s going to pick up on your feelings.”
She grimaced but nodded. When she had finished eating, she drank the tea then handed it all back to him. He watched her lay back down next to Owen but this time she whispered in his ear how much she loved him and that he had to get well to take care of her.
“You promised you would always take care of me, Owen. I’m holding you to that promise.”
Simon listened to her for several minutes before standing up to head back outside to tend to the chores.
“Simon.” Skyler smiled a tremulous smile and held out her hand to him.
He took her hand and squeezed it. Then he turned and carried the dishes downstairs with him. There was a lot to do with only him again. He needed to get started before he ran out of light.
* * * *
Skyler stretched as she stood up from her vigil at Owen’s bedside. It had been over forty-eight hours now, and he hadn’t shown any signs of waking up. He didn’t respond to her voice or to being pinched. Fear of losing him held her tightly in its grip. She talked to him until her voice grew hoarse in hopes it would stimulate him. Smoothing back the covers with shaking hands, she prayed that he would hear her and wake up soon. The longer he was unconscious the worse his chances were of surviving. Her throat clogged with tears once again.
She checked the time and knew she needed to get something for dinner for Simon. He was handling everything by himself once again.
She leaned over and kissed Owen. “I’ll be back in a few minutes, honey. I’m going to fix dinner for Simon. I miss you so much.” She blinked back the tears and headed out the door.
Downstairs, she got busy trying to keep morbid thoughts from circling in her head as she cooked dinner. She could hear the wind blowing outside. Simon had told her at lunch that there was a good possibility that they would get some snow in the next day or two. She knew that would make it even harder for him to work.