by Mary Winter
“Whatever you’re doing, keep it up. She likes it.” James called. He unzipped her sports bra and took her breasts into his hands.
Daniel stroked her hair, his body growing harder by the minute, as James took her nipple into his mouth. Her fingers came up, spearing through James, dark hair to hold him to her breast, her other hand reaching up and behind to try and touch him. She made a frustrated little sound when her hand closed on only air.
Katie’s knees wobbled. “Oh my lord. Take me into the house. Take me to bed.”
Chapter Ten
Standing in her own wash rack, James on his knees in front of her and Daniel behind her, shocked Katie. She tried to think, tried to focus on the fact that anyone could pull up and come into the barn. Common sense failed to move her. Not when James’s warm lips surrounded her nipple and the suction pulled all the way down to her sex. She drew a deep breath.
James released her nipple and stood, the lower half of his jeans wet from the water. Reaching behind him, he handed her shirt back to her. “I bet your bed is a lot more comfortable.”
Daniel released her but stayed close enough that she could continued to lean into his strength. She fastened her bra, fighting back a grin as she noticed James’ hungry attention focused on her breasts. She didn’t need her shirt, not for the short walk to the house. In her sports bra, boots and breeches, she probably wore more than most pop singers.
She appreciated the guys waiting for her. Rushing across the yard to the house probably would make them look like randy teenagers. She smiled and skittered from between them and out the doors, her strides just a little quicker than normal. Let them follow her. With the horses put away and most of the tack unloaded, she had no reason to stay in the barn. Her bed, piled with fresh clean sheets, awaited, as did a few things she’d stashed in her bedside drawer.
Katie made it to the house first, opening the door and lingering long enough for the guys to step inside. She led them down the hall to the master bedroom. As soon as she was inside, she unzipped her bra and dropped it on the floor. She reached the night stand and opened the top drawer.
Her heart pounded. She knew what was there; she’d bought the items off the internet and they’d arrived just yesterday. Her hand shook as she picked up the slim silicone plugs. She tossed one, then the second onto the bed. “So, which one of you guys gets to use that.”
Daniel stared at the bed, his mouth open. “Damn,” he growled, quickly looking at her as if to take her measure.
Katie stood there, her breasts bared. The air conditioner whirred, creating little eddies of air that played with the curtains as if to highlight the fact that they were open.
James stepped forward. He picked one of the butt plugs up, turning it over in his fingers as a sensual smile spread across his lips. The same lips that had so elegantly sucked on her nipples and brought her to orgasm. “The lady knows what she’s doing.”
Katie didn’t answer. Buoyed by Daniel’s shocked response—it took a lot to startle him— and James’ easy acceptance, she grabbed a handful of the condoms and tossed them on the bed alongside the other plug. It was followed shortly after by a small bottle of lube.
The guys’ silence spoke volumes.
Katie flipped open the button on her breeches, hoping like hell that she wasn’t misreading them and lowered the zipper. She started for the boot jack in the corner but James was suddenly at her side, leading her to the bed and kneeling at her feet. With expert movements he freed first one, then the other knee-high riding boot. He peeled her argyle socks down her feet, then flipped open the Velcro fasteners at her calves.
“Takes a lot to surprise Daniel.” James rose, pushing her gently back on the bed.
She went willingly, lifting her hips so he could peel her white panties and breeches off her legs. When she was naked, he moved over her, pushing her back on the bed until he knelt between her thighs. He grabbed the plug and traced it from tip to base.
Katie shivered. Her body tightened. Imagining the guys’ cocks inside her was one thing, this toy another. She’d experimented with them, and yeah, she wanted what James held in his hand.
“The question is. Which man do you want inside you?” He stared down at her, his nostrils flaring.
From her position, the bulge behind his jeans grew.
“I hadn’t thought about that part,” Katie admitted. She licked her lips and looked over her shoulder at where Daniel stood. “All I knew was that I wanted you, and eventually both of you at the same time. So I guess it comes back to which one of you guys wants me.”
“I do,” both men said at the same time.
The three of them laughed.
James’ expression sobered. He pulled the tails of his shirt free from his jeans and then tossed the toy down onto the bed so he could unbutton his shirt.
The wide expanse of his bare chest was mouth wateringly tempting. Katie sat up and grabbed the waistband of his pants. The button freed easily, the zipper lowered with a little finesse. She eased his underwear over his shaft until they slid down his legs and joined his falling jeans.
“I still have my boots on.” James half-heartedly pushed her away from him.
“You can take them off later,” she countered, cupping his balls as she smoothed her other hand along the length of his shaft. Her thumb brushed the head of his cock, smearing the drop of fluid that emerged. “I think you have more important things to worry about right now.”
“Yeah, like whether your lover is going to get his cock sucked or not.” Daniel appeared, naked, next to James.
Daniel knelt on the bed, helping her move to the center while James took off his boots and socks. “Real cowboys can make love with their boots on,” Daniel whispered in her ear. He lay beside her, his big hand splayed across her left breast, fingers sliding playfully over her skin. His leg rested next to her, his lightly furred thigh against hers.
The strength in his legs and body made all her female parts go soft and wanting. Knowing he placed his hard body at her disposal, made her turn to him. She slid her leg over his, arching against him to his cock pressed against her pussy. Twining her arm around his neck, she pulled his lips to hers.
The bed shifted behind her as James crawled behind her, his body pinning her between twin walls of warmth. His erect cock pressed into her back, his hands sliding over her waist and shoulders. His hair brushed against her cheek as he dipped his head to kiss and nibble on her shoulder.
While she kissed Daniel, their tongues twining, James started to travel down her body. He nuzzled the nape of her neck, mouthing her skin. Then lower, as he caressed each vertebra. Eventually, he made it down to the dimples just above her buttocks, and shifting her legs, he kissed her labia.
Katie moaned into Daniel’s mouth, shifting so she could spread her legs wider. Two handsome men—one at her mouth, the other at her pussy. She groaned at the sensation of twin tongues upon her flesh. Her hands roamed over Daniel’s body, her fingers sliding through the whorls of light hair, then lower, until she reached around and cupped his ass. His cock brushed against the palm of her hand. She traced its length, then wrapped her fingers around him and stroked from base to tip. This time, she swallowed Daniel’s groan.
She lifted her hips, offering herself to James. His hands were doing something—she couldn’t tell what—then a slick wetness slid from her sex to her anus. A single finger swirled around her other opening, the one that she so wanted the guys to fill, gentle touches that had her whimpering and moaning. Her body tightened as her pleasure built.
Daniel lifted his lips from hers. He drew a breath and then nuzzled her nipples. Katie arched her back, offering him her breasts. Between both men, she bucked, trying to get them to take her, to take everything.
James’ finger dipped inside her.
“Oh god,” she groaned, the sharp stab of pleasure nearly too much to bear.
James’ talented lips wrapped around her clit, sucking on it, tonguing it, as his finger edged deeper into her
.
She tightened her vaginal muscles, the absence of anything in her pussy leaving her wanting more. She had two men—two cocks—surely they could put something inside her.
“Please,” she begged.
Instead of giving her more, James slid his finger from her.
“No,” she protested.
James chuckled. “Don’t worry. We’re not going anywhere.” His voice rumbled across her skin.
Daniel released her nipple. “He teases me too.” Then, he drew it into his mouth again.
She held Daniel’s head to her breast, James’ body between her legs making it hard for her to scissor them to get more. Then, the thick, blunt end of the plug pressed against her. Coated with lube, the tip slid easily in.
“There. I didn’t go anywhere. Relax.”
She did, biting back endless moans as the toy penetrated her. The tip grew wider, spreading her until it seated inside her, the base flat against her ass. “Oh,” she gasped.
“Yeah.” James fingered her pussy. “Soon, I’ll be in there.”
“Or in me,” Daniel countered.
Katie managed to lift herself enough to reach down and grab a fistful of James’ hair. She tightened her muscles, the plug filling her deliciously. “Somebody…better be in me,” she growled. “Now!”
Smoothly, James rolled away and Daniel moved between her thighs. He knelt, grabbed her ankles and put them on his shoulders. Cupping his cock, he rubbed it against her wetness.
“Better do as the lady asks.” James moved behind Daniel.
Katie’s eyes widened when she realized what they intended. Then she closed them to savor the exquisite sensation of Daniel thrusting balls-deep into her. She felt the condom as he slid in. Soon, very soon, she’d be free to take them skin on skin.
“Open your eyes, sweetheart,” Daniel said.
She did, seeing James behind him.
“Ready, lover?” James dipped his head to Daniel’s shoulder. He must love that position.
A brief nod from Daniel, not unlike the one he made when he roped, and James rocked forward.
Katie couldn’t look away. Watching the two men, Daniel’s cock growing even harder inside her, transfixed her. James must have been fully inside Daniel, for he gave a thrust forward, hitting that spot high and deep inside her she loved so much.
Daniel pulled back.
She rocked with him, determined to keep him inside her, then the expression on James’ face changed, tightened, and she realized what Daniel was doing. He moved between them, back and forth, thrusting forward to take her higher, then backwards for himself. His hips swung in a perfect rhythm.
For the first time in her life, she made love with her eyes fully open. The beauty of the moment. Her body filled by Daniel and the toy. James accepting everything Daniel had to give, biding his time with her. Someday, they’d make love the three of them together. And love, Katie knew it would be.
Her body tightened around Daniel, her release building. She savored it, the first ripples of pleasure rushing through her. She cried out, her climax a joyous celebration of them, and of her love. She reached for Daniel. Her fingers tangled with his, pulling them closer.
Still, the men made love. Her body pulsed with aftershocks. Tiny orgasms, many little deaths, cascaded through her body. Daniel’s face turned to a mask of pleasure. One, hard thrust had him coming, and moments later, James’ shout joined Daniel’s low, guttural cry.
The three of them slumped to the bed. Panting, she lay there, a guy on either side of her, sweaty bodies entangled. She traced the contours of Daniel’s face, not really knowing what her fingers searched for. Maybe she wanted to imprint him, and this moment, on her memory.
Daniel kissed her cheek, then rolled away to dispose of the condom.
James shifted, very carefully easing the toy from her and taking it into the bathroom.
Moments later both men returned. She hugged them to her, smiling at how quickly her world had changed in a few, short weeks.
~* * *~
Damn, she missed the men. It had been seven days since they’d made love and her body reminded her every time she thought of them. Her clit plumped, her labia grew slick, and she had nothing except her own fingers or toys to take the edge off. Soon. They’d be back from their out-of-state rodeo on Sunday, and already her mind was racing with plans to head over to their place on Monday.
Sydney had gone to their rodeo. “Bitch,” Katie muttered under her breath, though her friend had joked that seeing gay men compete took all the pressure off of her. Katie laughed at her cattiness. She’d spent the afternoon training her horses, though even the usually tractable Lady knew something was up. She fought the traces and refused to perform the dressage figures, until Katie realized she wouldn’t get much training done this afternoon. Or tomorrow, most likely.
She stared at the computer, deciding if she wasn’t going to work the horses, then she could catch up on paperwork. She had invoices and expenses to input, and wanted to run the numbers for prospective boarding. Sydney had a few students who needed a good place to keep their horses, and Katie had some empty stalls. It might be a good match.
Except anything she did along those lines would more firmly entrench her here at her farm, not the guys’ place. She frowned.
The phone rang.
Katie picked it up, her heart giving a little skip. Maybe it was one of the guys. “Hello,” she said, sounding slightly breathless.
“Sorry. I’m not one of your men,” Syndey said. Behind her, the sounds of the rodeo filtered through the phone.
Katie battled a pang of longing. Closing her eyes, she conjured a memory of the smell of leather and hay. She could even taste the cold beer and sizzling burgers if she concentrated hard enough.
“It’s all right,” Katie said. “Figured you’d be busy watching the events.”
A triumphant cheer roared in the background. “Sorry. They’re just finishing with the bull riding. I needed to call you.”
For the carnival atmosphere Sydney sounded awfully serious. “What is it?” In her mind she pictured any hundred of horrifying scenarios that could happen with horses. From the guys falling to getting trampled, anything might have gone wrong. “Are the guys okay?”
“Yeah, they’re fine. They won. Again. I guess that’s a pretty common occurrence around these rodeos.”
“They’re good,” Katie agreed.
“No need to kiss and tell, though actually that’s why I was calling.” Sydney breathed a huge sigh.
Katie drummed her fingers on the desk. Her outspoken friend suddenly not wanting to talk couldn’t be a good sign. “What is it? Just tell me.”
“I don’t know how, that’s the thing. Shit. This is a gay rodeo, so it’s not like I saw them with another woman. But they were with a guy. Pretty buddy-buddy. Lots of hugging and back slapping. Let’s just say if I saw them doing that with another woman I might have punched them for you. But since it was a guy, I don’t know.” Syndey sounded worried, almost defeated.
Katie sat, dumbstruck. “Maybe it’s someone they knew on the circuit. Did you get a name?”
“No, but he was hot.” Sydney gave a little self-depreciating chuckle. “Figures, not only is the hottest guy I see here gay, but he’s also all over your men. This doesn’t look good, hon.”
Katie thought for a moment. Just because Sydney saw the men didn’t mean anything. She told herself it didn’t. The guys cared for her. Or at least she thought they did, because she knew she loved them. Oh crud. She loved them. Closing her eyes, Katie battled against her rising worry.
“You still there? Damn, I know I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“I’m here. And it’s okay. I’m sure it was innocent. I hugged Daniel when I saw him after all those years apart.”
“Yeah, but you wanted him. You’ve always wanted him.”
Leave it to Sydney to state the obvious. “I did. I still do. Don’t worry about it, Sydney. When the guys come back I’ll ask th
em. It’s as simple as that.” Just saying the words made her feel better. The rodeo they attended was in Texas, and it sounded like they didn’t get too far away because James had to stick pretty close to his ranch. He sent stock to rodeos as far away as Colorado and California. He just usually didn’t accompany them.
Katie exchanged a few more pleasantries with Syndey. No matter what happened, it sounded like Syndey thought Knothead would make a good jumper. Relieved that at least someone had a happy ending, she hung up the phone and focused on her computer work. Until she could talk to the guys, it didn’t do any good to worry. Except Daniel had slipped away from her once, and the mysterious man made it sound like there was a possibility he might do so again.
James’ reassurance that they were bisexual and they both wanted a woman echoed in her mind. “Oh, James I hope you’re right,” she whispered when she turned off the computer for the evening. Deep in her gut, she feared he wasn’t.
Chapter Eleven
Kate finished her Monday morning chores in record time. Between their schedules and hers they just ended up playing phone tag all weekend. Somehow she made it in and out of the shower in less than ten minutes, dressed in clean jeans and T-shirt, and flew out the door. It slammed closed behind her. She stopped, her heart pounding. Reaching down, she patted her purse and then fished out her keys. Good thing she didn’t lock herself out of the house. Goes to show her mind totally wasn’t with it.
“Which is stupid, stupid, stupid,” Katie muttered as she palmed her keys. She got behind the wheel of her car and took several deep breaths. If she drove off half-cocked and did something dim-witted like get into an accident, that’d really put a point on the day. Her hand shook only slightly as she turned the key. By the time she backed out and got to the highway her nerves had eased.
Whatever she saw at the guys’ ranch, then she’d know. One way or the other, she’d either be with Daniel and James or without them. Her throat tightened. Tears stung her eyes. She blinked them away. Like worrying over a competition the night before, no sense letting things she couldn’t control bother her. Easier said than done, of course.