Two In Hand

by Mary Winter

  “You’ve picked the right person to sell your place,” James said. “I used her when I was scouting for some land. She helped me get an extra 500 acres on our southern border.”

  “Thanks.” Katie beamed at James’ approval. She’d done a lot of research and checked out several realtors before choosing the one she had. Turns out she’d made the right decision. She forged ahead with her plans. “I think a couple more weeks and the barn will be ready for me to move in, so maybe a month or so?” She gave a cluck and sent her team forward, down her lane, towards what will for a little bit longer, be her home.

  “Sounds good. Whatever you need, just let us know.” Daniel patted her knee. His fingers lingered, inching towards her body, then back again. “I think I’ll wait until we have a nice, soft bed, before I show you how happy I am.”

  Katie glanced at Daniel’s lap and grinned. “I think I can tell, but I’d love a demonstration.” She clucked to the horses, making them move faster.

  They arrived at the barn in record time, unhitching the horses, giving them a quick grooming, then turning the horses out. James and Daniel linked their arms behind her as they went up to the house. She directed them down the hall, past the dining room where the picnic basket sat empty on the table, smiling a little to herself when Daniel noticed. Then, they were in her bedroom.

  Katie turned to James. She slid her right hand over his clean-shaven cheek. “Thank you for offering me a place for my horses.” She inched closer to him, motioning for Daniel to join her. She cupped his cheek next, holding both men. “And thank you for coming back into my life. I love you guys.” She leaned forward and drew them into a hug. Their warmth, their strength, she couldn’t imagine her life without those things. She breathed deeply.

  Daniel pulled her into a tight embrace. “I love you, too.”

  “What he said.” James moved to her other side, hugging both her and Daniel. “I love you.”

  Katie closed her eyes and basked in the affection surrounding her. Riding in the carriage with the men, brushing against them, heightened her awareness. Heat coiled low in her body. She leaned against them, relishing the way her curves fit against their hard bodies. They fit. Personally, professionally, emotionally…on all levels they simply fit.

  Katie stepped back, trailing her hands down the men’s arms to tangle their fingers together. She pulled them toward the bed. Stopping when the backs of her calves hit the mattress, she released them to pull her shirt over her head. Her bra followed, as did her pants and underwear. She kicked off shoes and socks, her certainty growing with every minute. When she stood naked before them, she crawled back on the bed.

  “Your turn,” she said. Desire turned her voice husky, as sensual a caress as a finger against her sex. Her clit swelled. She grew wet.

  Anticipation built as the men stripped. She savored the sight of them, their broad chests and whorls of hair, lean hips and long legs. Both men’s cocks stood at attention, fully erect. Her mouth watered.

  Katie leaned back on the bed, feeling like a starving woman at a buffet. Raising her hands, she crooked her fingers at the guys, smiling as they came to the bed. She waited until James crawled beside her, turning on his side, his free hand resting against her stomach. She picked it up, moving it lower so it rested against her sex. “I want you in here.” She tapped the top of his hand.

  “I can do that.” James lowered his head to nuzzle the side of her breast. He licked and nibbled on her skin, swirling his tongue in teasing swipes across her nipples.

  Katie closed her eyes with a soft moan and leaned against the pillows. So good, his fingers teasing her damp folds, dipping between then back again, toying with her pleasure.

  Beside her, Daniel did the same, taking her right side, his fingers joining James’ on her pussy. She let her hands skim over their arms and abs. The coarse hair around their cocks drew her attention, kept her fingers sliding through the curls, pausing to stroke velvety soft skin over steel, then back again. Her body writhed between them. Moisture gathered in her sex, coated her labia, and made the men’s fingers slick.

  Closing her eyes, she spread her legs. This time was for them. A celebration of her decision, a way to come together in love. Let them do what they will; she knew they loved her and would cherish her.

  One man dipped his fingers into her, the thick digits spearing her. A quick flick of his fingers against the sensitive place inside her had mewls of pleasure tumbling from her lips. She lifted her hips, seeking deeper penetration. The other, she thought it might be James, circled her clitoris with his fingers, pausing to brush his fingers against the ultra-sensitive organ.

  She cried out.

  “I want you to come,” James growled in her ear. “Come for me.”

  “Come for us,” Daniel corrected, his teeth grazing ever so lightly against her nipple.

  Katie’s body tightened. Though she tried to hold out against the men’s orders, her body betrayed her. Tiny flutters tightened her channel around the fingers penetrating her, her pleasure built. At last, she gave into it, letting her release carry her along. She clutched at the guys, pulling them closer, their erections against her thighs enhancing her pleasure. Her panting breaths echoed in the room, punctuated by soft cries as she came. Her cream drenched the men’s fingers, the slick sensation making her even more sensitive.

  “Please,” she whimpered, needing to feel the men inside her. They were as much a part of her pleasure as anything and she ached. Rolling toward James, she trailed her fingers up his chest, flattening them on his pectorals. “Fuck me.”

  “No.” James paused, his lips sliding across her breast. “I’ll make love to you.” He reached down, grabbing her hip and sliding her thigh over his legs. Moving into the cradle of her thighs, his cock nudged her, sliding between her slick folds.

  Katie moaned. James thrust, burying himself deep inside her. She gave herself to him, the warmth of Daniel behind her, his hands on her back and hips only making the exquisite slide of James’ cock that much sweeter. She rocked against him. Her heart, her soul, she gave them both to the men, who gave her so much more in return.

  She made love to James, never worrying about Daniel, never thinking that he might be missing out on something. Not when his fingers slid between her thighs and stroked her, and James.

  James rolled her onto her back. Daniel moved, using the moisture he’d gathered on his fingers to stroke himself. Over James’ shoulder, Katie watched Daniel move into position, watched him seat himself at his lover’s back. Watched him thrust into James, and felt him shudder above her.

  Her fingers stroked James, sending his pleasure to Daniel, and she led the men, teasing them, subtle shifts of her hips sending ripples through James’ body into Daniel’s. Like driving a team, only better, because she could give up control, let the men move her as they may. Each thrust, each husky moan only served to take her higher, until she cried out, her channel tightening around him, her orgasm rushing through her. She clung to James, still thrusting, still searching for the ultimate release.

  Her thoughts scattered until she became centered in her body. Only the emotion, the sensation of taking James and Daniel, into her. Her world narrowed down to the two men. In all her dreams, she’d never imagined anything like this. She came again, softer this time, her body sated.

  Above her, James stiffened. She held him while he came, the pulses of his cock deep inside her, made her think about them, and a heartbeat later, Daniel came too. Bodies shifted, the guys rolling from her to lay sprawled on one side, Daniel’s head resting against James’ side. Katie snuggled with her back to James’ chest, his arm firm around her middle.

  “Our bed is bigger,” Daniel muttered. “How long until you move in again?”

  “A month, tops.” Katie shoved her hair from her forehead and wiggled closer to James. “And then you guys are in trouble.”

  “Why’s that?” James murmured sleepily into her hair.

  “Because, I’m a champion two-in-hand drive
r. If I can control Buddy and Mouthy, you guys are no problem.” She smiled.

  Daniel laughed. “Just remember, Katie-girl, we’re the ones with the rope.”

  “Oh, I know. And I’m looking forward to it.”

  “Sounds like a challenge.” James’ hand slid high enough to cup her breast. “Wonder who will win?”

  Katie closed her eyes with a contented sigh. In the end, they all would win. And she was willing to bet the guys wouldn’t even need their rope—this time.

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  Good Medicine

  by Mary Winter

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  When Sadie thought about her perfect Friday night, she didn’t imagine herself covered with manure and blood. She should have been used to it by now. Working as a vet in a small town just outside of Kansas City meant she would tend to a child’s hamster on one appointment and the very next one would send her out to vaccinate cattle. Or as in this case, stitch up a badly wounded calf.

  Sadie unlocked the door and slipped inside the veterinary office, ignoring the sign out front that had Dr. Devon Markier III, DVM listed as the owner. The banking gods had frowned on her purchasing this clinic, never mind that Devon and she were the same age. Being from a wealthy family had its perks in this town.

  She closed the door behind her, wishing she could just as easily shut out her uncharitable thoughts about her boss. Humming equipment provided the only sounds in the dark office, illuminated only by the soft glow of safety lights over the exits. From memory, she made her way to the locker room. Her shoes squished across the linoleum. For a moment, she debated about going home, but she wanted to document the call and leave notes for Devon since he’d be working tomorrow. And she really didn’t want to bring the mess clinging to her coveralls home with her.

  That calf had been tangled in barbed wire, and Sadie didn’t even want to contemplate the number of stitches she’d put in the wounded animal’s body. She’d administered fluids and antibiotics, finally proclaiming the creature stable enough for her to leave. Had the calf been anything but a 4-H project, she probably would have just put it down, but looking into the tear-filled brown eyes of the creature’s eight-year-old owner had made that impossible. She hoped the tiny thing made it through the night.

  A small light shone through the open bathroom door. Devon must have left it on for her. She tried not to be thankful he had, nor contemplate the thoughtfulness the gesture. It was much easier to dwell on the fact that she hadn’t been able to muster the funds to buy out Dr. Kirkpatrick’s half of the vet practice when he had retired. Devon and his thoughtful gestures could go straight to hell. But damn, he’d look good going.

  Sadie headed for the light like a beacon, dragging her tired body along with her. Turning the corner, she stopped. Devon stood in front of the sink, rinsing off a razor. His sable hair still dripped water where it curled along the back of his neck. She followed a drop along the long line of his naked back, tanned and muscled, to where the blue waistband of his designer underwear soaked up the bit of moisture.

  Sadie’s mouth went dry.

  Dressed, Devon Markier III looked like he stepped off a male fashion show runway. which was why she probably was angrier at him for buying out the vet practice than she should have been. Wearing only a pair of very high-cut briefs, he looked like a dream come to life. And she hated herself for having those dreams.

  “I’m sorry.” Sadie backed away from the door, her breath whooshing from her lungs.

  He turned his piercing blue stare on her and smiled. “Sadie, you’re back. I thought you would probably head back to your place since it’s so late. I’ll be out of here in a minute. Had a guinea pig with an abscess that came in at the last minute, and I wanted to clean up before heading out.”

  Sadie pressed her back against the wall, fiercely staring anywhere but toward the door from which Devon’s voice emerged. She sucked in gulps of air. With each breath, she reminded herself that she worked for Devon. The fact she lusted after his body didn’t change a thing. Not their employer-employee relationship and certainly not the fact that his family money had obtained the vet practice for him. She heard rustling from the small bathroom, and a few moments later, Devon emerged wearing only a worn pair of jeans and carrying the rest of his clothing.

  He glanced over her dirty coveralls. The heat of his gaze burned through her, and even reeking of cow and covered with blood and fluids, Devon’s focused held the power to make her breath catch in her throat. Water over the bridge, under the bridge. It doesn’t really matter. We’re from two different worlds. I put myself through vet school, and he was born with the platinum spoon in his mouth. I’ve been through that once and won’t do it again. “Thanks,” she muttered, racing into the room and closing the door behind her.

  Juli’s Choice

  By Mary Winter

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  The birth of a foal never failed to move Juli. She watched as Lacey gave two more pushes, then the baby slid to the ground. Instantly, Juli moved to its side.

  She finished ripping the sac from its head, and then used a cloth to wipe the foal’s nostrils. It took its first breath of fresh air and raised its head. Juli smiled down into its eyes.

  “A colt,” Riley said, kneeling by the foal’s side and beginning to briskly rub him down with towels. “Windfree’s first son,” he breathed, the awe more than apparent in his voice.

  Juli finished tying off the umbilical cord. She watched Riley stare at the colt, all his hopes and dreams visible on his face. She’d seen it before with other owners and their foals. Watching the tiny foal take in his surroundings, she had a feeling this one would surpass all expectations.

  Behind them, the mare lumbered to her feet, and Riley and Juli backed off to allow the new mother to greet her baby. Lacey sniffed the colt before licking it.

  Juli backed out of the stall. “I want to stay until he passes the meconium, and to make sure that all is well with mother and baby.”

  The colt lurched to his feet, standing and falling in a comical splay of limbs. He shook his head, looking disgusted with himself, and then tried to stand again.

  Juli stepped just outside the stall door, followed by Riley. He stood just behind her, his body heat radiating
into her back. Watching the foal struggle to his feet, finally getting his spindly limbs beneath him, made her smile. She loved this part of the deliveries. Seeing a healthy foal nurse from its attentive mother made the eleven months of waiting and her own efforts worthwhile. She looked up at Riley and saw him starting at the foal. Love shone from his eyes.

  “Is this Lacey’s first foal?” Juli had heard of the mare’s retirement two years ago.

  Riley nodded. “We thought we had her bred last year, but it didn’t take. Windfree had a pretty heavy competition schedule, so we couldn’t get her settled.”

  Juli nodded. The foal nudged his mother with his skinny head. The two touched noses, then on wobbly legs, the foal stepped back. Ducking its head beneath Lacey’s belly, it grabbed onto a teat and began to nurse.

  Lacey lifted a leg, and Juli tensed, afraid the mare might try and hurt the foal. The first nursing always hurt, and some mares took it better than others. Lacey turned her head, stared at her baby, then snorted, but stood completely still.

  Riley rested his arm around her shoulder. “You did it,” he said, giving her a tiny squeeze. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your first name.”

  “Juli. And thanks. I just helped the little guy into the world. You’re the one who cared for Lacey for eleven months. That’s the hard part.”

  She stood there, her heart hammering in her chest. Juli tried to chalk it up to the adrenaline of delivering a healthy foal. She couldn’t quite. All of Harris’ inadequacies came to mind, how he wouldn’t be caught dead out in the barn anytime, let alone in the early hours of the morning. Feeling Riley’s body pressed next to hers, she felt as if the two of them were in synch, both wishing for a healthy mare and foal. Comparing her relationship with Harris to her and Riley at this moment was like watching a horse fighting the bit and a beautiful high-level dressage performance. There was nothing remotely similar between the two.

  Aware she stood next to him, her coveralls covered in bodily fluids, she stepped away. “Is there somewhere I can wash up?”