Knockin' Boots

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by Desiree Holt


  Finding an appropriate third for the activities she and Dan enjoyed was always a delicate process. After all, they lived in the very center of a conservative ranching area where how you lived was who you were. Oh, sure, it was possible other people they knew liked a few kinks in the bedroom, but to find the right person for their ultimate goal was far from easy.

  The past couple of years, the opportunities had been fewer and further between. Oh, they’d been able to find someone suitable for one night’s play. Sometimes, even two. But the candidate who would fit right in with them had eluded them. Until this moment. The moment she’d laid eyes on Clint Gorman, she’d known Dan was right to scoop him up the way he had. Something inside her said, This is the one.

  And that made her want to probe and dig, find out what had brought him here to their little community and what was going on inside his head. She didn’t want to make a mistake.

  “So, Clint.” She hitched herself higher against the pillows. “What made you go into the military in the first place?”

  He stared at the bottle he was holding. “I’m not sure how to explain this without sounding like an idiot.”

  “No idiots here,” Dan assured him. “Just friends.”

  Clint took a long moment before he answered. “I was looking for a family.”

  Family? Did he mean he didn’t have any? Was he alone in the world? As many times as she and Dan had wished their own families a thousand miles away, she didn’t know what she’d do without their love and support, especially for the lifestyle the two of them had chosen.

  She placed a hand on his arm. “A family?”

  “Yeah.” He didn’t look at either of them. His voice held a note of sadness. “That’s what I said.”

  No one spoke for a moment.

  “Maybe it’s none of our business,” Dan said at last, “but what happened to the one you had? You had one, right? Or is that too personal a question?”

  Again, there was a long pause. “Not something I usually like to talk about.” Then he gave a short laugh. “But what the hell. We’re all lying here naked.” He let out a slow breath. “My folks were killed in a plane crash when I was sixteen.”

  “Oh God.” Kylie’s heart cracked, aching for him. She reached her hand down and linked it with his, trying to signal comfort. “I’m so sorry. No other relatives?”

  “Not exactly.” He took a swallow of beer from the bottle he held. “One brother, but I haven’t seen him in years. He’s…out of the picture.”

  Kylie knew there was a lot behind those words, but she didn’t push. Maybe, after some time had passed, if he was still there—if they could convince him to stay—he’d feel more comfortable and would share with them.

  “So, what did you do? I can’t imagine living on your own at that age.”

  “Lots of kids do it.” He shrugged. “I was lucky, though. I had a good friend in high school, same age as me. We lived in Wyoming, and his folks had a small ranch. They invited me to stay with them until I graduated. In turn, I worked the ranch with them.” He glanced at Kylie. “They were really good to me.”

  “Are you still in touch with them?”

  “I hate to admit how ashamed I am at the way I’ve neglected that relationship. And that’s on me. I stopped writing to them a long time ago.” He fiddled some more with the label. “Maybe I was reinventing myself.” He gave that rough laugh again. “And maybe that’s what I’m doing again.”

  “Maybe we can help you,” she told him in a soft voice.

  Another moment of silence dropped over them, as if they were all absorbing information.

  “What about college?” Dan asked. “Didn’t you have any interest in going?

  When Clint took a moment to answer, Kylie wondered if they were pushing him too much, digging into his personal life with so many questions. But she just wanted…wanted….

  “No. The only thing important to me was getting the hell out of everywhere so, the day after graduation, I enlisted in the Marines. I stayed for twelve years.”

  “And I’m guessing you did find your family there, so to speak?” Dan persisted. He took Kylie’s other hand, squeezing it as if to reassure her that they were doing the right thing asking all these questions.

  “In a manner of speaking.” Clint picked at the label on his bottle. “I made good friends, and I had a sense of belonging. By the end of my second tour, you’d have thought I was born a Marine.”

  “So what made you leave this time?”

  A moment the space of a heartbeat passed. Another one.

  “Clint.” She made her voice soft and reassuring. “You don’t have to tell us anything you don’t want to. We’re interested in you, that’s all.”

  “It’s okay,” he assured her. “I think I’d finally seen enough war, enough devastation, enough killing. I need a different kind of normal.”

  “What about Wyoming?” Kylie asked. “Didn’t you want to return there?”

  “Yeah, about Wyoming.” He gave a short, humorless laugh. “I’ve neglected the people who took me in for so long, I’m not sure they’d even let me in the door. My bad. My very bad.”

  “Do you ever miss it?” Dan wanted to know. “You know, life on the ranch?”

  “Sometimes, when I let myself. I miss the horses and the environment. The feeling of serenity. And my friends. I didn’t treat them right after all they did for me.”

  “Okay, enough talking.” Kylie glanced from one man to the other. “Don’t take this the wrong way, Dan, but I keep looking at Clint’s mouth and remembering how it felt on my body. I think I’d like to feel it on my lips.”

  She moved so she could straddle his thighs, lifted the now empty bottle from him, and reached over to set it on the nightstand. God, his thighs were hard as tree trunks, but the hair scattered over them was fine and soft and pleasantly teasing to the lips of her pussy. She took a moment to run her hands over his chest, lightly scraping her fingernails over his flat male nipples, the color of dark copper, and loving the slight intake of breath when she touched him. When she lifted her eyes, she saw him looking intently at her, the hunger in his eyes so fierce it virtually stole her breath.

  Kylie lifted one hand and placed it against his cheek, the slight abrasion of stubble so sensual against her palm. His nostrils flared as if he could still catch her scent, the spicy aroma of her cream. She glanced briefly at Dan, who was braced on one elbow, watching her intently. Then she brought her other hand to Clint’s face, cradling it between her palms, leaned forward, and pressed her lips to his full, sensuous mouth.

  She ran the tip of her tongue over it gently, catching the faint flavor of the non-beer he’d had as well as the lingering taste of her juices. The combination was so erotic she felt her pussy dampening even more. Clint inhaled, nostrils flaring, prompting her to press her tongue into the seam of his lips. He opened for her, and she swept her tongue inside, scouring the inside of his mouth and coaxing his tongue to dance with hers.

  He had been still as a statue until that moment, hands at his sides. But now he lifted them, wrapped them around her, and thrust his fingers into her hair. He cradled her head, holding it in place as he took control of the kiss. His tongue was wet and pleasantly rough, igniting the little nerves just below the surface in her mouth. She melted into the kiss, swamped by the taste of him and the press of his body against hers.

  She moaned in protest when he pulled his mouth from hers, but then he trailed damp kisses along the line of her jaw and down her neck, arousing her even more. He slipped one warm hand down the length of her spine, across the upper curve of her ass, and then around to the front of her body to slide in between the two of them where he palmed one of her breasts. Then his mouth was on hers once more, his tongue thrusting deep as he pinched and tugged at her nipple.

  A slight shift in the bed told her Dan was about to get into the picture and, yes, there it was, his warm palm on her ass, squeezing gently. When the tips of his fingers trailed lightly into the crease betw
een her cheeks, tiny flutters thrummed in the walls of her cunt. She threaded her fingers into Clint’s hair, loving the thick feel of it, and rocked back and forth on his lap as he continued to explore her mouth while Dan teased the hot crevice of her ass.

  Clint slid his lips to the side and murmured softly in her ear, “You’re soaking wet. I can feel you on my thighs.”

  “Mm-hmm.” She moved against him, the hair on his legs tickling her sensitive labia.

  He put his lips to her ear. “Move yourself up closer just a little and you’ll see what’s waiting for you.” He nipped the lobe of her ear, sending streaks of sensation through her.

  She inched forward, and he lifted her, settling her so the length of his cock, once again rigid and thick, nestled between her labia.

  “Feel what I’ve got for you?”

  “Yes.” She whispered the word and swayed in that same arousing motion.

  Dan continued to ease his fingers up and down in her hot crevice. Now he pressed a finger against her rear opening, rubbing it gently, just enough to wake up the nerves and send a hot signal to the rest of her body. The first time she had taken two men at the same time, she’d been afraid she wouldn’t be able to do it. But the pleasure had been so extreme, so erotic, she craved it.

  Clint tucked a finger beneath her chin and tilted her face so she looked directly into his eyes. The heat and hunger she saw flickering there nearly made her come just sitting there.

  “You make me hotter than any other woman I’ve ever met.” He licked the outline of her mouth. “I want to be inside you. Right this minute. Can we do that?”

  Her heart raced at the thought of taking that huge shaft inside her. She’d done this before, with cocks just as big, but never with the desire she felt for Clint Gorman. Never with the link that seemed to be forming between them. Among all three of them.

  “Dan will want to be part of it,” she told him in a soft voice.

  “Fine by me, as long as I get that pussy.” He nipped one of her lips. “You like him to fuck you in the ass?”

  She nodded. They were still speaking in barely audible tones, but she knew Dan could hear every word.

  “Want me to fuck you in the ass?”

  She nodded again.

  “Next time around. There will be a next time, right?”

  “Yes. I…yes.”

  “All right, then.”

  Dan was up on his knees beside her, kissing her shoulders, and taking little nips in her skin.

  “You ready, babe?”

  “More than.” She could barely get the words out, as aroused as she was.

  “Sure you don’t need more rest?”

  She shook her head, eyes still locked with Clint’s. “No. Plenty of time to rest later.” Her lips curved in a wicked smile.

  She never looked away from Clint, even as she’d heard Dan climb off the bed and assembled what they’d need. Clint continued to hold her gaze while he eased one hand between them, found her sex, and slowly rubbed her clit in a continuous motion.

  “You get wet fast.” His smile was voracious.

  “I know. Not always, though.”

  “I’m glad you do with me. You’re nice and juicy. Good. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  She smiled at him. “You won’t. I promise.”

  Dan returned to the bed, kneeling between Clint’s legs, behind her.

  “Clint, want to help me out here so I can get at that delicious ass?”

  Clint’s cock flexed between them at the words. He eased down until only his head was on the pillows, pulling Kylie so she was lying on top of him, her buttocks exposed to Dan. She leaned her head on Clint’s chest, closed her eyes, and swallowed as Dan pressed a well-lubed finger into her rear tunnel. The feel of him rubbing the gel into her tissues made her pussy throb in anticipation and need.

  He slid his finger out then pressed two of them in, coated with more gel, scissoring them so he could lubricate her completely. The third finger, when it came, was to make sure she was stretched enough to take the intrusion of his cock. Even as many times as they’d done this before, it was always a tight fit, and he always did his best to ease any discomfort.

  “Okay, babe?” he asked, removing his fingers and placing a kiss on each of her ass cheeks.

  “Good as ever,” she assured him, rubbing her face against Clint’s hard chest.

  “Then how about helping Clint with this?” He slipped a condom into her hand.

  “My pleasure.” She sat up to free Clint’s hard, engorged shaft and tore open the foil wrapper.

  “I can do it.” Clint tried to pluck it from her fingers.

  “Uh-uh.” She smiled at him. “My honor.”

  Bending down, she grasped his cock and took the entire length in her mouth, wetting it thoroughly with her tongue. She wanted one long taste before she covered it. Then, deliberately and carefully, she rolled the condom down his length and gave his balls a gentle squeeze.

  “You gonna help me here, Marine?” she teased.

  “My pleasure.”

  Hands on her hips, he lifted her, helped her position herself, and slowly lowered her onto his waiting shaft.

  Oh God!

  Inside her channel, he felt even bigger, taking up every single inch of space. She braced herself on his chest but let him control her movements. He eased her down a little at a time until she completely enclosed him and every bit of her was filled. Heat flashed over her body in waves at the thought of what was to come.

  “All set?” Dan asked from behind her.

  She nodded.

  “Clint?”

  “Oh, yeah.” His voice was thick with lust.

  She leaned forward again so she was lying nearly flat on Clint’s chest while Dan pressed the cheeks of her ass apart, nudged her opening with the head of his dick and, one erotic inch at a time, worked himself into her. With Clint embedded in her front passage and Dan nearly all the way into her back, she felt so full she wondered if she could even breathe.

  Clint levered her up from his chest, bracketed her head with his large, warm hands, and dusted a kiss over her lips. Then he tilted her head so he could look hard into her eyes.

  “You okay, darlin’?”

  She nodded. “Yes.” The word came out on a whisper of breath. “But I hope you don’t expect me to do much talking.”

  “Only with your body.”

  Dan tapped her shoulder, his signal asking if she was ready. She dipped her head.

  “Okay, then.”

  And they began to move. If she didn’t know better, Kylie would have thought these men had done this together a hundred times. She braced herself on Clint’s body, but he and Dan held her steady as they moved in a choreographed rhythm, in and out, over and over. One thrust into her while the other mimicked the movement. She knew they could feel each other’s dicks through the thin membrane separating her two channels, and that always ramped up her arousal.

  As they moved in their sexual dance, a climax began to build in increments deep inside her body.

  “Look at me,” Clint commanded when she lowered her eyelids. “I want to watch you the whole time. See it in your eyes when you come.”

  His words were so charged, so powerful, she couldn’t have dropped her gaze after that under any circumstances. The muscles in his face tightened, and the heat of sexual arousal colored his skin. When he slowly licked his lips, the pulse throbbing at her core beat harder and faster.

  Kylie was so tuned in to this sexual dance she knew the instant both men were close to the edge.

  “Faster,” she rasped. “Go faster.”

  They increased the pace of their movements, back and forth, in and out, Dan’s fingers digging into her hips, Clint’s eyes almost black but still locked onto hers.

  More, more, more, she chanted silently, riding them both, her breasts bouncing.

  “Now,” she cried. “Oh God, now.”

  As if someone had flipped a switch, they all exploded, both cocks pulsing inside he
r, throbbing, as her pussy clamped down on Clint and her orgasm gripped her in a giant fist. Kylie was impaled on the two huge shafts flexing inside her, and the feeling drove her to a fever pitch. They shuddered as one, shaking, breathing rough and raspy, bodies slick with sweat as the climax went on and on and on. She completely lost track of time and self, everything around her ceasing to exist except the man behind her, murmuring erotic, dirty words in her ear and the man she faced whose gaze alone ignited her.

  She had no idea how much time passed before the spasms lessened to tremors, the tremors to aftershocks, and the aftershocks into light quivers. She fell forward onto Clint’s hard chest, winding her arms around his neck to stabilize herself as her heart rate finally returned to normal. After a long moment, she felt Dan easing his shaft from her ass and shifting on the bed. She heard him pad to the far wall and open the door to the one luxury they’d installed in this cabin—an elegant bath with a giant stall shower and a large spa tub. Water ran from the sink faucet, a light splash then the heavy sound of the taps opening on the tub. Then he was back.

  Clint tugged her face up. “I think this means I need to move you off my body.”

  She grinned weakly at him. “I don’t think I’m ready.”

  “I know I’m not, but I don’t want to push our luck with this condom.”

  She pressed a small kiss to his jawline then let him lift her from his body and roll her to the side. He looked down at the condom then at her, as if asking about disposal.

  “Dan? I think it’s time to show him our treat.”

  Dan pointed him to the door he’d just come through. They knew the moment Clint got a look at the interior of the bathroom.

  “Holy shit! This bathroom must be worth more than the whole cabin.”

  Dan laughed. “We take good care of our bodies. Get rid of the condom but stay right there. We’ll be with you in a minute.”

 

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