Sharing Beauty (Possessing Beauty Book 3)

by Madison Faye

  The side door slammed shut behind us, and I whirled as their hands let me go to see them yanking a chain through the door handle and locking it tight.

  “What are you—”

  “I need you to trust us, angel,” Roman growled. “Whatever you’re about to see, you need to know we’re not evil men. But the men in there ARE. I can’t even begin to tell you the horrible shit they’ve done, and would have continued to do.

  “Would have?”

  “We need you to trust—”

  “Of course I do,” I whispered. “You just saved me from whatever hell that was. Whatever it is, I trust you.”

  Colt held up a small black box with a tiny antenna and a button, his face grim.

  My eyes went wide.

  “They were going to sell you,” he said, his voice breaking. “Or worse, Jeb was going to give you to those animals, to torture, to use, to degrade, to hurt—” His voice caught, and he shook his head.

  The door suddenly exploded outwards, wrenching right off it’s hinges as one of the henchmen from inside crashed through it. I screamed, whirling along with Colt and Roman to see Jeb staggering through the doorway — a gun in his hand.

  Twelve men stood behind him in the doorway, each holding a gun aimed at us.

  “You two!” Mr. Pike roared, brandishing the gun at Colt and Roman.

  The three of us froze as the dozen or so guns trained on us.

  Mr. Pike laughed. “Oh, now you’re in deep shit. Hand her the fuck over.”

  “Not a fucking chance,” Roman growled.

  Mr. Pike pulled the hammer back on his pistol. “I’ll ask you once more, and then I’ll shoot you and your little friend here through the legs, tie you to chairs, and make you watch while every single guy here takes a turn with this bitch. Understand? Now hand her the fuck over.”

  I felt the world dim around me, and slowly, I reached down to pick up the little black remote Colt had dropped in the confusion.

  “Put that down, girlie,” Mr. Pike hissed. “You don’t know what you’re—”

  In slow motion, the button pressed down under the weight of my thumb.

  In even slower motion, Colt and Roman’s eyes went wide, and they grabbed me — yanking me down and throwing their bodies over mine in the dirt.

  And then the roar.

  I can remember the belching heat hissing over us and the sound of wrenching wood and screams as the barn exploded in a massive fireball. Smoke and ash and burning wood showered down over us, and I’d barely caught my breath when the two of them hauled me up.

  “Are you hurt?”

  I blinked, my eyes wide in stunned silence as I stared at the blazing barn behind them.

  “Johanna!”

  I snapped my attention back to them.

  “Are you hurt?”

  I shook my head.

  “Then let’s move.”

  We ran full tilt towards the garage at the other end of the compound, each of them holding one of my hands.

  “We didn’t want you to to be the one to—”

  “Hey,” I stopped, and suddenly yanked Colt towards me, kissing him hard. I turned to Roman and did the same thing.

  “It’s done, and we’re all here, and safe.”

  Their faces were white.

  “Were those men as bad as you say they were?”

  Roman looked away. “Worse.”

  “Then I’m fine. My conscious is clear. Look, I know you’re worried about me, but trust me.” I threw my arms around them, pulling them close and burying my face in their chests. “So long as I have you two, I’m fine.”

  We glanced back at the smoking barn, some of the other guards now running towards it, others running away just like us.

  “Now, we’re free,” Roman said quietly. “Free to go wherever.”

  “Am I free to come with?”

  They grinned, pulling me close.

  “So long as you swear to never leave,” Colt murmured into my hair.

  “I think I can agree to that.”

  Ten minutes later, we were out on the open Montana road in one of Mr. Pike’s pickup trucks, heading west with the wind in our hair and the nightmare behind us.

  Epilogue

  Johanna

  “Whoa, whoa!”

  The horse neighed under me, chuffing and stomping its feet as we came to a stop at the far end of the ranch. I unsaddled, swinging my leg over the horse and jumping down, before leading him by the bridle to the fence post and trying him up.

  “Good boy.” I nuzzled his nose.

  I hadn’t been much of a rider before, despite my farm upbringing, but Colt and Roman had fixed that real quick.

  “I think you’re a natural.”

  I turned, smiling at the two of them — boots, tight jeans, plaid shirts undone a button or two more than they should be, cowboy hats on their heads. I liked my cowboys looking like cowboys.

  A lot.

  “At?”

  “At riding.”

  I blushed. “Oh?”

  “The horse,” Roman said with a glint in his eyes. “Dirty girl.”

  I bit my lip.

  They led me through the gate in the fence out to the where the first flags had already been stuck in the ground to mark the future excavation.

  For our house.

  Jake Stoneham, their “Gramps,” had been nice enough to put us up in his guest house since we’d left Jeb Pike’s ranch, but it was time for our own space. Colt and Roman had bought a few hundred acres next to their grandfather’s land from some older neighbors who were happy to sell to boys they’d known growing up. And Jake himself had given them another few hundred of his own as a welcome home present.

  Now, we were building our own life.

  And our own family.

  I touched my hand to my belly and smiled. It was early — very very early. In fact we hadn't told anyone yet — as if we had anyone to tell besides Jake, really.

  You see, it’d taken one look when I rolled back into my aunt and uncle’s farm to see that they knew. One look said they knew exactly what was happening when I’d left with the men that day to go “work for Mr. Pike.”

  And that’s all I’d needed.

  It’d hurt, a lot, but I’d marched right past them, hugged my little cousins and told them I promised to write, and then I’d walked back to the truck with Roman and Colt and driven away.

  That was the last time I’d seen my aunt and uncle, but I had kept up as pen pals with my cousins.

  That family had sold me out, but this one? Well, this one we were just starting, and I couldn’t wait.

  “Kitchen,” Colt pointed to one corner of the marked up grass.

  “Porch,” Roman nodded to the lines of orange spray paint on the ground.

  He placed me in front of him, and I smiled as I looked out over the rolling hills. The view was going to be incredible in this place.

  “Bedroom.”

  I turned to see Colt standing at a new spot.

  “Where exactly?”

  “Right here.”

  “Sorry, you’re being a little vague. Specifically where will the bed go that I’ll be sharing with my two gorgeous men?”

  He grinned. “You’re being a tease.”

  “Maybe.”

  I kissed him, melting against his chest before I turned and pulled Roman down to kiss him as well.

  Yeah, a girl could get used to this.

  I started to pull back from Roman, when I felt Colt pressing into me from behind, his hands moving to my waist and pulling my ass back against him.

  “Ahem,” I ginned. “Aren’t we supposed to be back for dinner?”

  “It’s not that far of a ride,” Colt purred in my ear.

  “Don’t you want to break in the bedroom?” Roman growled into my lips.

  “I thought we were coming out here to see where the bedroom would go.”

  “Seems like a shame to come all the way out here and not try it out,” Colt murmured, kissing my neck and mak
ing me shiver.

  I gasped as I felt Roman move to my collarbone, nipping at the skin there as his hands slid up to cup my breasts through my shirt. They started to kiss me harder, and more aggressively, growling as they tasted my skin. Roman’s fingers found the buttons of my shirt, and he started to open it up one at a time, my breath coming fast.

  My shirt dropped to the ground, and I whimpered as they did the same to their own, shrugging them off and letting me feast on hard chests, firm biceps, and chiseled abs.

  How had I gotten this again?

  They moved back into me, Roman at my front and Colt at my back. Hands slipped my bra off, and found the button to my jeans. They pushed them down my legs to my knees, my panties following quickly.

  Suddenly, the men started to move lower, kissing down over my back and my chest, making me gasp as they trailed kisses down my body.

  “Now where do you think you two are go—ohhh…”

  Fireworks went off as I felt Roman’s lips tease down my belly, and over my mound, and when his tongue slipped over my pussy, I cried out. He growled as he pushed his tongue deep, hands spreading my thighs and pulling me open as he hungrily lapped at my juices and flicked his tongue over my clit.

  I shivered as I felt Colt behind me, his hands on my ass, spreading me wide for him. I felt his hot breath across my butt, and when I felt him move in, I squeezed my eyes shut and almost toppled over right there. His tongue teased a slow circle around my ass, making me whimper and making my legs buckle. He pushed the tip against me, licking at my most private place as Roman’s tongue swirled over my clit.

  Hands held me fast, holding my hips and my legs and my ass as the two gorgeous men tongued me from both sides. I cried out, bucking against them, my hands in their hair and my body slowly going to pieces as they pushed me higher and higher.

  Roman slid a thick finger inside of my pussy, curling it against the front wall as he wrapped his lips around my clit. Colt’s tongue pushed against my tight little ass, and suddenly, I went crashing over the edge.

  I screamed into the open sky as I came, rocking my hips against them and shaking all over before my knees gave out. They caught me, of course, letting me fall to the ground and pulling my boots and clothes the rest of the way off of me.

  I moaned as I sat up on my knees, my eyes hooded as I yanked them closer by the belt buckles.

  Colt chuckled. “See something you want, baby?”

  “Take them out,” I husked, looking up at them and seeing their jaws tighten at my words.

  I was and always would be their good girl, but I did like playing the bad girl for them too.

  I opened my mouth and and looked up at them coyly as I ran my tongue over my lips. “Please?”

  Roman groaned as the two of them unzipped and pushed their jeans down in record time. “I think we created a monster.”

  “I’m not complain— fuck.”

  Colt hissed as I wrapped my lips around his cock, sucking him into my mouth and tonguing the underside of him. I swallowed him as deep as I could go, feeling him pulse hard against my tongue before I pulled off with a gasp. I turned to Roman, my fingers curling around his fat cock as I pulled him forward and hungrily inhaled him. He grunted, hands going to my hair and pulling me tight as I slurped on his big dick.

  I pulled away, and I was moving back to Colt, when the men groaned and started to push me back on the soft grass.

  “Later, angel,” Roman growled, his eyes fierce as he pumped his cock. “Right now, we need more.”

  “C’mere, cowgirl,” Colt murmured, sitting on the grass and pulling me into his lap. I moaned as my legs went astride him, feeling his thick, throbbing hard cock press against my dripping wet pussy. He started to pull me down, his fat head spreading me wide, when he stopped.

  “Now hang on.”

  I looked at him curiously, panting as I felt his cock-head pulsing against my clit.

  “Can’t go for a ride without your boots, missy.” He tipped the brim of the cowboy hat still perched on his head.

  I grinned at him. “Oh really?”

  He nodded, grinning right back.

  “Well then.”

  I reached for my boots, slipping off of him to bend over and pull them on. I gasped as I felt his hands pull me back, his mouth moving to my pussy to lick me from front to back as I pulled my boots on.

  I whirled back and pushed him back away with a sly grin as I mounted him again.

  “Like this, cowboy?”

  He groaned. “Just like that. Now get on up here and ride this bull.”

  “You’ve certainly got a big enough— oh.”

  I moaned loudly as he pulled me down, impaling me with every thick inch of his fat cock.

  “Oh fuck, that’s so good.”

  I whimpered as I started to slide up and down, feeling him stretch. My clit dragged over his shaft on every stroke, making me pant as I started to ride him.

  I moaned as I felt Roman crouch behind me, hands on my ass and spreading me wide.

  “Time to take two stallions, cowgirl,” he murmured into my ear, letting his slick cock push against my ass.”

  “We’re definitely going to be late for dinner, aren’t we?” I gasped.

  “I could stop.”

  “Don’t you dare,” I moaned.

  Roman growled, and I felt his muscles flex as he started to push inside. Colt slowed his thrusting, holding me still and spreading my ass for his friend as Roman slowly eased inside. His thick head slipped in, and I let the air out of my lungs in a whoosh as I felt him start to ease every inch of himself inside. He kept going, making me moan and writhe as he fed every damn inch of his huge cock up my ass.

  He went still when he was buried to the hilt, and I sucked in breaths of air as my whole body shivered.

  Damn, I never did get tired of feeling so full of both of them.

  And then we moved.

  They started to slow, both of them alternating easy strokes, but soon enough, we were off to the races. Soon enough, I was panting, and gasping, and clawing at Colt’s chest as the two hung, gorgeous cowboys fucked me from both sides, making my whole body quiver for them. I reached back, my hand slipping into Roman’s hair, and his into mine as he twisted my face to kiss me hungrily, his cock plunging in and out of my ass. Colt’s lips fastened on a nipple, his tongue teasing me as he thrust his hips up, burying his cock in me again and again.

  At some point, I came, screaming their names into the open sky. They kept going — groaning and growling and holding me tight between them as they just kept taking me over and over.

  My head swam, and my whole body shook for them, and slowly, I felt it all start to build again. I could feel every inch of my body blazing with heat as I rushed towards that release. Hard, sweaty muscles slipped against my skin, powerful hands held my small body tight. Their groans filled my ears, and their two beautiful cocks filled me over and over, driving in deep as their heavy balls slapped against my skin.

  “Oh, God, I’m so— oh my God, I’m going—”

  “Us too,” Roman growled in my ear, fucking my ass hard with his cock. “So close.”

  “Come with us, baby,” Colt gasped, his cock swelling up inside of me as I started to crash. “Come with us right now.”

  I shattered.

  I screamed as the orgasm ripped through me, and I felt them both thrust deep inside as they went over the edge with me. Both of them came at the same time — two thick cocks pulsing hot inside of me as their cum filled me to the brim. I moaned as I writhed between them, gasping for air as the orgasm exploded through me.

  We slowed, panting, until we stopped entirely.

  I was dimly aware of them helping me off of them, and then I vaguely remember Colt grabbing a blanket from one of the saddlebags and coming back over to lay it out.

  I lay back on it, my men on either side of me stroking my skin and kissing over my arms and neck.

  “Yeah, I, uh, I think the bedroom works just fine here.”

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nbsp; They laughed, and Roman slipped a hand down to cup my yet-showing belly. Colt did the same.

  “Nursery can go over there.”

  “Think he’ll have blond hair or dark hair?” Roman mused.

  “He?” Colt snorted. “Shit, man, we’re having a girl, I know it. Dibs on teacher her to shoot.”

  “You’re totally wrong.”

  I laughed, pulling them tight. We didn’t actually know whose it was. We also didn’t actually care.

  “Whoever he or she turns out to be, I know one thing,” I said with a smile. “This baby is going to know a loving, perfect, complex family.”

  “On that, we can agree,” Colt said with a wink.

  “You know, we should probably get back. Gramps is liable to come out looking for us if we’re that late.”

  We laughed as we stood and pulled on clothes, and headed back to the horses.

  The two of them helped me up onto mine before mounting their own, and we turned and headed back, with the sun setting at our backs.

  I had the love of two perfect men, a family on the way, the afterglow of some fantastic sex, and a hot meal waiting for me back at the ranch.

  Honestly, what more could a girl ask for?

  The End