It was surprising they’d never considered this before. They’d always done everything together. 4H, riding competitions, ranching. Why not sex, too? It seemed so natural now. Just the next progression of their relationship.
Not that it mattered if it were natural, expected, or completely insane. There was no going back now. And he had no intention of stopping. Not now, not ever.
He brushed his fingers down her side, unable to stop himself from touching her any longer. It didn’t matter that another man was inside her, he still needed the connection. Her eyes flared open, staring up at him, equal parts concerned and interested. He couldn’t wait until that frightened look escaped her eyes, and she started to anticipate what they would do next. Or even better, look forward to it.
It might take time, but that day would come. They’d make sure of it. And have a real good time in the process.
He slid his fingers along her ribs, feeling the muscles working hard as she took deep rasping breaths. Her skin pebbled beneath his caress. “Do you like what Logan’s doing to you, sweetheart?”
Her eyes widened, looking up at him as he brushed his fingertips along the side of her breast. God, he loved her breasts. They weren’t big, but what they didn’t have in weight they made up for in responsiveness. A trait he appreciated. Even now, her little nipples were hardening into tight nips, and he hadn’t worked halfway up yet.
“I asked you a question.” He hardened his voice an ounce at the same time as he brushed his palm against her nipple. Logan picked that moment to pull out and slam back into her, the smile on his lips illustrating it was no accident.
They were a pretty good team on the ranch. He had no doubt they could be an even better team for her. Succeeding on the ranch meant money and prestige, but succeeding with Riley was so much more fun. And he’d be lying if he didn’t admit—although only to himself right now—that it also meant a lot more.
“Yes,” she mumbled through her shuddering breaths.
“What do you like about what Logan’s doing?” Jasper switched from one breast to the other, tracing his finger up the mound to the sensitive tip. Confusion flitted across her face, followed by a wave of desire as he rolled her nipple between his fingers. “Come on, if you don’t tell us, how can we make sure to keep you satisfied?”
Her head threw back against the mattress. Her mouth opened on a soft whimper, and for a second he thought he’d lost her. He hadn’t expected her to like that pinch so much, and he knew from firsthand experience exactly how distracting pleasure could be.
“I like him deep inside me,” she finally mumbled, her words slightly slurred, like she was drunk on pleasure. And she just might be.
But she’d answered his question, so she deserved a reward. He pinched her nipple again, gifting her with another twist of pleasure. At the same time, Logan pulled out and slammed back in deep, showing her exactly how they planned to use the information. To give her more.
“What else do you like, sweetheart?” Jasper pressed his lips to her throat, drinking in the smell of her. Of sex, and sweetness, and desire all rolled into one.
“I like…I like when his cock rubs my clit.”
“Oh, that’s good.” Jasper flattened his hand against her sternum. Her breathing picked up speed as he slid his palm down her stomach. Her muscles jumped beneath his fingers.
“But what about if I stroke your clit while he fucks you. Does that sound good?” He traveled further, until his palm rested just above her pussy. His fingers lingered so close he could almost feel her sweetness against his skin. “I could keep a constant pressure on your clit, while he fills that pussy.”
Extending his fingers, he brushed her clit. Just a light smooth stroke, but she still jerked beneath him, an accompanying cry of pleasure filled the air around them.
She nodded, licking her lips. “Yes. Please, yes.”
Her hips lifted beneath his fingers, moving toward his touch, begging for more. He pressed down harder, sweeping his finger back and forth across the sensitive nub.
Her back arched. Her nipples danced before him, like two sweet treats before a starving man. Though he’d already sampled her—many times in the last hour—he couldn’t get enough. He sucked one of these buds into his mouth.
She released a low keening moan, her hands tightening harder on Logan.
“I think she likes what you’re doing, pal,” Logan chuckled through gritted teeth. “She’s clamping down on me so hard I can’t see straight.”
Jasper rubbed her clit again, applying more pressure this time, until she was gasping. “Do you think she’s ready to come?”
“I don’t know.” Logan smiled down at her. They both knew the answer, but playing with her was still part of the fun. A part he definitely enjoyed.
“Yes, damn it,” She glared back and forth between the two of them. “I am.” She shifted her hips, wiggling closer into Jasper’s fingers while Logan pressed his cock deeper into her cunt.
“I don’t know,” Logan ground out, strain written in the tension of his back and the hardening of his jaw. Yet he continued with the game, playing with her all the same.
“Please.” Her little whimper slammed Jasper right to the gut, and all enjoyment in the game disappeared. All he wanted was to please her. Satisfy her. Make her cry out their names. Their woman needed something, and he wanted—no, he needed—to give it to her.
Logan must have agreed. He picked up his pace, slamming into her harder and harder, forcing her further across the bed. Jasper took his example, pressing her clit in tight circles, pushing down with more pressure until she gasped. He slashed his tongue across her nipples, torturing the little buds, determined to push her over the cliff. To give her all she wanted and more.
It didn’t take long.
After only a few minutes, Riley screamed out. She shook beneath them as the orgasm ripped through her. Her hands gripped Logan’s shoulders, but he didn’t stop fucking her. Jasper continued his attentions, too, strumming her clit as best he could with her bucking beneath his fingers.
Her body responded seamlessly. Her arms tightened around Logan. Her legs gripped him like she was holding on for her life. Her mouth opened wide on a soundless scream. She was a prize to be seen. And she was all theirs. No one else would ever see Riley like this again. Not if he had anything to say about it. And he was damn well going to make sure he had something to say about it.
Sweat dripped down Logan’s face, but he kept going, slamming his body against hers. Squeezing his eyes shut, pleasure spread across his best friend’s features. Jasper knew that feeling well. That desire to keep going, to make it last forever so he’d never have to leave her sweet pussy. The pussy that right now milked his length so hard Logan started to shake.
They were both deep in this. So deep, there was no going back. He only hoped that sounded as good to her as it did to him.
Only when she fell back against the sheets, exhausted, did Jasper remove his fingers. Placing a kiss on her shoulder, he leaned a few inches back to stare at the gorgeous sight of her, pleasured and satisfied.
Logan slammed into her two more times before screaming out his own release. He collapsed onto her. Their sweat slick bodies molded together. Their panted breaths rising and falling in sync. Yet it all felt right. Perfect. Like this was where they were supposed to be.
“That was amazing, sweet girl.” Logan kissed her cheek and down her throat.
She nodded, her arms still wrapped around Logan. Jasper added his own growl of approval. Everything about tonight was amazing. And it was only the beginning.
She cracked her eyes open, staring up into Jasper’s. The small connection pulled him into their embrace. Leave it to Riley to find a way to hold him close while another man was still in her body. Maybe if she’d been the type to pick one friend over another, one of them would have already taken her to bed. But Riley had always been constant to both of them. Which was how they’d ended up here.
Still wet and sticky with her dew,
he placed his fingers in his mouth and licked them clean. God, she even tasted better than other women. He couldn’t wait until it was his turn between her legs. Logan had gotten her all worked up today, but next time he’d be the one eating that sweet pussy. And he wasn’t coming up for air until she’d screamed his name at least three times—though he preferred five.
The left corner of to her lips kicked up in a half grin, as if she could read his mind and already agreed to his plan. And he couldn’t keep back his groan. A woman up to taking on both of them, who still wanted more. It was a dream come true. How did we get so damn lucky?
After another long drawn out minute, Logan eased back from her, taking up her left side as Jasper had her right, his arm draped across her waist. He rolled closer, tracing a line with his finger along her hip. It seemed like they’d waited a lifetime to touch her, and now he’d never get enough.
“Are you all right, honey?” Traveling further, his finger coasted up her side, exploring more new territories.
“Uh-huh.” Her head dipped in a little nod, but the skeptical look in her eyes conveyed a whole different message. One of fear and concern. The furthest thing he ever wanted to see on her face only minutes after they’d both been inside her.
“Are you sure, sweet girl?” Logan’s arm tightened around her waist, as he sensed the same concern in her silence. Riley was a lot of amazing things, but quiet and silent wasn’t one of them.
“Of course.” Her quick response didn’t fill either of them with confidence.
“It will be okay, sweetheart.” More than okay if he had anything to say about that. “No matter what, we’ll make sure it works out.”
“I know it will.” She turned a little further into the mattress. He fought back the urge to grab her chin and force her to look at them. Only the instinct to not push her too hard stayed his hand. He wouldn’t let his impulses push her too fast and possibly lose her. He could give her a little space, if that’s what she needed. A little space was better than losing her entirely.
She tangled her fingers in the sheets beside her hip, her shoulders edging toward her ears another degree. “But can you promise me we’ll always be friends? Regardless of…of all…this?”
“Of course.” Logan nuzzled into her nape, drawing in a deep breath. “You’re one of my best friends in the world. Nothing could ever change that.”
At his quick reply, Riley seemed to relax. A soft sigh escaped her, almost like she’d been holding her breath since the moment she’d asked the question. Her shoulders slumped a little. Not as much as Jasper would like, but at this point he’d take what he could get.
Leaning up on one elbow, he smoothed the hair back from her face. He pressed quick kisses across her cheeks, forehead, and eyes, before he settled into the bed next to her. “I promise, sweetheart. Nothing will ever stop us from being together.” Especially not the lifetime of love and happiness he had in mind for her.
Chapter Six
Riley woke slowly, the world filtered in different shades of gray. Like any good farm girl, she normally rose with the sun, and today was not any exception.
But there were a lot of exceptions about this morning. Only the time was consistent. Instead of waking up in her flannel pajamas, she woke up naked. Instead of rising to find her cat, Bella, curled up next to her, she had two big male bodies pressed against either side of her. Her two best friends.
Jasper spread out beside her, one hand curled behind his head. One long male leg kicked out from the sheets, showing off thick muscled thighs and tempting bronze skin. The kind of skin she’d never thought much about before last night. Before she’d gotten her first glimpse, touch, and taste of Jasper’s. Logan lay back on the bed on her other side, one hand casually braced on her waist. In the limited morning light, she could see every inch of Logan’s chiseled arms and chest. The urge to touch him rebounded through her. But if she touched him, he’d wake up. He’d open his big green eyes and stare at her, and then…
Then she didn’t know what would happen. Would he want to kiss and touch and make love to her again? It was possible. But there were a host of more troubling options. Maybe he’d look over at her shocked. Shocked she was in his bed, shocked she was naked beside him. Maybe he’d try to weasel away from her, or push her out the door like he did all the other women he took home.
She couldn’t think of anything worse than being treated that way. Thrown away, like their night together didn’t mean anything at all. No, she couldn’t wait for them to find a way to get rid of her. She had to leave before that happened. She’d just sneak out before either of them were the wiser. Then tomorrow they could go back to their normal life, and forget all about this.
It was the logical decision. It made sense. So then why did the thought of leaving them have her gut churning like she was about to ride a bronco? She looked down at Jasper, his profile outlined in the early sunlight, her every instinct screaming to trace the lines of his face, to touch him in such an intimate way. A way she’d never been able to touch him before last night. It would be so easy to bury her face in his chest and drift back off to sleep, curled up beside her.
But what if when he woke he wanted nothing more to do with her? What if he looked at her with scorn or, worse, regret, and it changed everything between them?
No, she couldn’t handle that. She couldn’t lose them. She wouldn’t survive without the two of them. It was better to leave.
She maneuvered over Jasper’s body as she scooted out of the bed. He snuffled an odd snore, and she waited. Her heart pounded out of her chest, afraid he might wake up. Worse than waking up in the morning with them and not being sure what they’d think was being caught trying to sneak out. There’s no way she’d hear the end of it if they caught her now.
Thankfully, he rolled over, and back to sleep.
She tiptoed through the room, quietly shutting the door behind her as she left. Safely on the other side of the door, she could finally breathe. Finally relax some, no longer afraid of waking them up. But that didn’t calm her quaking knees or shaky fingers as she snuck to the living room to retrieve her clothes.
She should feel calmer now. But she didn’t. Just the opposite. Her every muscle and nerve trembled, her mind racing as she tugged the golden dress over her head and zipped up the back the best she could.
This was for the best. She was sure of it. But then why did her feet not want to work? Why did they stay planted to the floor? The bed behind her called for her. All warm and toasty with two male bodies in it, happy to warm her up. To wrap their big arms around her. A sudden chill worked up her spine.
She stuffed her feet into Logan’s big boots, grabbing her discarded heels by the door. Well, Victoria’s heels. And she’d kill her if she didn’t give them back.
She had to leave. They’d thank her later. When this night was forgotten and they were all best friends again. Though even she knew that wasn’t likely. She couldn’t imagine forgetting last night. But she was a girl. Girls remembered stuff like that.
Logan and Jasper were different. Once they’d each gotten another girl underneath them, they’d forget all about this craziness and go back to being just friends. No matter how much that didn’t sound as good as it should have, it was the right thing to do. In the end they’d understand. They’d forgive her.
She pulled on her big coat, steeling herself against the cold as she opened the front door.
This was for the best. It had to be.
* * * *
Logan stretched out, the bright sunlight tickling his eyelids. Raised on a farm, waking with the sun was second nature. That he’d slept through the cock crow said a lot about how exhausted he’d been.
Last night had been amazing, fantastic, earthshattering. More than he’d ever experienced with any other girl. Not that he should be surprised. Riley wasn’t like any other girl. She was so much more. And now that he’d had a taste of her, there was no way he could give her up. She was everything he’d ever wanted. Beautiful, fun
ny, sexy, smart. She was the only woman he could spend all day with and not be bored. Now that he’d found another way they could enjoy the day, he couldn’t think of anyone he’d rather be with.
Just the thought had him reaching into the blankets, searching for the object of his lust. He had his very own cock crow going on south of the border, and he knew exactly how he wanted to use it.
But his fingers only met sheets. Not smooth female skin or gently sloping curves. Only a cold, empty bed. The truth hit him like a two-ton wall of bricks, as obvious as his next breath. Riley was gone. She’d walked out on both of them. Without a word.
“She’s gone, isn’t she?” Logan rolled onto his back, throwing a hand over his eyes to shield the sun. He didn’t bother to look over at the other side of the bed. He knew Jasper was awake. He could hear his rough, uneven breathing.
“Yup.” Jasper’s voice creaked with anger. “Before I even woke up.”
Logan wished he was surprised, but he wasn’t. Riley was an avoider if he’d ever seen one. When she was scared or uncomfortable she always hid, whether it was by inviting two bodyguards to the Christmas ball or sneaking out in the middle of the night. It was Riley’s way.
Last night must have scared the crap out of her. God knew it scared him to death, too. But still deep inside he’d hoped it would be different with them. That she wouldn’t feel the need to run. That years of friendship might comfort and calm her. And just maybe, she could run to them instead of away.
Clearly, he’d been wrong.
“We should have tied her to the damn bed,” Jasper growled.
“Now that’s an idea.” A vision of Riley tied to his bed, moaning as he sucked her pussy dry, dangled before his eyes. Logan adjusted himself in the blankets, his already stiff morning wood strengthening with his thoughts. They’d have to get back to that at a different time. Preferably when Riley was still in bed with them.
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