Breaking Her Innocence

by Madison Faye

  Roman

  She was right upstairs, tempting me.

  Tempting us.

  My hands could still feel the way her small little body had trembled and shuddered as she’d come earlier. I could still feel the way her back had arched against my chest, the way her breath had caught in my ears as her body had gone stiff and the orgasm ripped through her.

  I’d wanted to tell Colt how fucking stupid that’d been — and hell, I still kind of did — but I couldn’t. Not after I’d been such a willing participant in it. Not after I’d held her as she came — not after I’d felt my cock pulse against her back as that sweet little moan of pleasure had fallen from her lips.

  It’d been stupid, what we did. Stupid and reckless. Yeah, we could tell ourselves we’d just been following the rules, and the protocols, and that her not being up to Jeb’s fucking protocols was bad for us, but that was bullshit and we knew it. The ranch had a team of professionals for things like that — women, not guys like us who were there to take care of any and all needs the girls at the ranch needed.

  Needs like getting their pussy shaved.

  Yeah, one call and a middle-aged, extremely professional woman would have come up in a heartbeat to take care of that for her, and we knew that. A professional, as opposed to two guys like us dancing on the knife’s edge of what was appropriate and barely holding on to our sanities when we put our hands on her. Not two guys like us with raging hard erections, with lust in our eyes.

  I glanced over at Colt.

  Lucky fucking prick, I grinned to myself. Hell, I’d just held her body, my fingers just brushing her breasts, my lips just shy of tasting her skin. But my friend had had his hands on her — his fingers spreading her soft lips, his thumb brushing over that clit.

  Goddamn it made me hard just thinking about it again. It made my cock lurch just imagining her reaching back to stroke me while my friend licked her pussy. I imagined getting her on her hands and knees — so sweet, so innocent, and so fucking submissive for us. I imagined her lips wrapped tight around Colt’s cock while I gave her every damn inch of mine, my hands gripping her tight little ass as I rocked into her.

  I glanced at Colt again, and I could see it all over his face too — the same war going on inside his head that was raging in mine. The war of duty versus desire — of responsibility to the debt and the consequences both to us and those we loved if we broke that debt, pitted against the pure need to touch her again. I wanted to say it was just the forbidden temptation of it all — that she was so gorgeous, and so young, and sweet that it brought out the devil in me. I wanted to make that sweetness mine, but it was more than that.

  It was her.

  It was the fact that she drew us both to her like moths to a flame. I’d felt it the second we saw her out at the farm, and I knew Colt had too. The two of us had gone after women together before — all the time, actually. And sure, there were a lot of women out there who went gaga over the idea of two cowboys like us showing them a good time — women who wanted the fantasy of two guys like us fucking them like they’d never been fucked before.

  But there’d never been anything that felt real — not even close. In, fact, it’d been a long damn time since we’d even tried to pursue anything, since it’d just started to feel empty and hollow.

  Johanna was something different. That girl upstairs who we’d just crossed a big fucking line with did something to us, and brought something out in us we’d pushed away for a long time.

  And now I didn’t know how the fuck we were going to ignore that.

  11

  Johanna

  I awoke with a start to the sound of my bedroom door banging open. I gasped, yanking the covers up to my chin at the dark shape that lurched towards me.

  “Well, well, well, if it ain’t my newest little filly.”

  Mr. Pike.

  I gasped again, scooting to the far side of the bed as he staggered towards me. I’d gone to bed in just a pair of panties, and I shivered as my eyes dropped to the bottle in his hand that he slammed down on the bedside table with a thud. Moonlight shone through the windows, glinting off his wicked smile.

  “You know,” he slurred. “Some lucky prick is gonna have a real fine time breaking you in. I bet those lips of yours were made for suckin’ cock, now weren’t they?”

  I shivered, eyeing him and holding the covers tightly in my fists.

  “Answer the fucking question,” he snarled. “Or else maybe I need to get that pretty mouth of yours over here and get a sample myself, huh?”

  He started to lurch towards my far side of the bed, when two figures came crashing through the doorway.

  “Mr. Pike,” Roman hissed, his shoulders bunched and his fists actually raised in front of him. Colt shook his head quietly and pushed his friends raised hands down as Mr. Pike turned.

  “The fuck do you two idiots want? I’m busy in here.”

  I could see both of the cowboys’ eyes flare as they darted to me, shying away on the bed, and Mr. Pike, looming over me with his hand on his belt.

  “There’s a matter that needs your attention in C-block,” Colt said icily, his jaw clenched.

  “Well what is it?”

  “Dunno boss, we got sent to get you. Urgent business or something.”

  Mr. Pike swore. “Fuckin’, what the fuck do I pay people for around here?” He glanced back at me and sneered. “I’ll be back for you, little filly.” He grabbed his bottle off the bedside table, shouldered past Colt and Roman, and stumbled out the door.

  The two of them were instantly by my side.

  “The fuck did he do?” Roman hissed.

  “Nothing, it’s fine.”

  It didn’t feel fine. In fact, I was shaking.

  “Johanna—”

  “Why do you work for him?”

  The words I’d been wondering ever since I realized the two men I couldn’t stop thinking about were part of Mr. Pike’s whole horrible operation came tumbling out before I could stop them. Colt and Roman glanced at each other.

  “I mean, you—”

  I wanted to tell them they weren’t bad, and that something about them made me feel good, and that they didn’t seem like the type to work for a place like this and man like that. I just didn’t know how to tell them all that without spilling what I was feeling for them.

  ...Because what I was feeling for them was silly, and I knew that. It was silly to think that way about two men like this, who worked for a man like Mr. Pike.

  “You want to know why we’re here.”

  I looked up and my eyes caught Colt’s. I nodded.

  “It’s not willingly,” Roman growled. “We work for him because we owe some very bad people a lot of money, and those people have a business arrangement with Jeb Pike.”

  “Sorry.” I glanced at the two of them, almost wanting to ask more about what would possibly force them to work for a man like Mr. Pike, but also knowing it wasn’t for me to pry.

  “It’s our grandfather,” Colt said quietly in the darkness of the room.

  “You don’t have to—”

  “We want you to know, so you can understand.”

  Colt sat on the edge of my bed, and I smiled at the closeness.

  “Our grandfather was about to lose the farm, I guess sort of the same thing as your aunt and uncle. We needed more money than we could have possibly found in the short period of time we needed to find it, so we went to people who did. Bad people.”

  My brow went up in surprise. “Are you two related?”

  Roman chuckled as he sat on the other side of my bed, facing me. “Nah, we just call him grandpa because he’s an old fart, and he took us both in.”

  “Roman’s mom worked on his ranch, and my pop was the town drunk,” Colt said coldly. “We both were alone early, and Jake Stoneham took us both in like his own. So when the bank came after him years later, we did what we had to do.”

  “And now we’re here, at this fucking place,” Roman growled. “Where girls come
to get trained and learn how to be mistresses for fucking rich old guys.”

  “I didn’t come here, I was tricked.”

  “Yeah, well, that’s the new direction,” Colt said bitterly. “Jeb’s got new clients — the kind of real pieces of shit who want to own women.”

  I shivered. “And that’s where I’m going?”

  “Not a fuckin’ chance,” Roman answered roughly.

  “We’re not going to let that happen, Johanna,” Colt said fiercely, his hand dropping to my knee beneath the sheets.

  I liked it there.

  “Why are you being so nice to me?”

  “Because you don’t deserve to be here.” Roman moved closer, his hand going around me and stroking my bare back, which warmed me.

  “Coming here of your own volition, choosing this life? Girls come here that I wonder about, but shit, I’m not going to judge. They’re here because they’ve made that decision and saw a chance to move up in their own way. But you weren’t given that choice. You’re too good for this place — to damn pure and sweet. And this isn’t a life for you.”

  “I don’t want it to be,” I said softly, crumpling slightly.

  “We won’t let that happen,” Colt growled.

  “How?”

  They were quiet.

  “We’re working on that.”

  Roman’s hand stroked my back as they started to rise from the bed. “You should get some sleep.”

  My hand shot out and grabbed his before I even knew it, holding him tight. “Will you stay here for a bit?” My voice felt small, vulnerable.

  I also realized how dumb it sounded the second I said it.

  “Sorry, I didn’t mean for—”

  “Of course.”

  The two of them sat back on the bed, moving close to either side of me, and I instantly blushed as the warmth crept into me.

  “Close your eyes, angel,” Colt murmured in my ear as they slowly pushed my head back to the pillow. “Close your eyes.”

  I felt safe with them there, like nothing could touch me. And I must have dozed off, because suddenly I was dreaming of some older, rich, gross man, leering at me and taking me away on some huge yacht.

  I awoke with a start and a gasp on my lips.

  “Hey, hey!”

  Roman was right there, arm around me, holding me tight. Colt was on the other side of me stroking my arm and my knee comfortingly.

  “Just a dream, baby,” he said softly.

  They moved closer, bodies against mine, making me warm.

  “Thank you,” I said quietly.

  “For what?”

  “For this.”

  I shivered feeling their bodies against my own. Yeah, I felt safe, but also much warmer than I knew I should be — warmer in places I knew I shouldn’t be. I could feel my pulse skip a little at their touch, my body tingling at their nearness. Whatever it was about these two rough cowboys, they pulled at something inside of me.

  And here they were comforting me, and we were all seemingly ignoring the fact that Colt had made me come the night before with his fingers and then his tongue. And I was trying to ignore that too, but it wasn’t going away. In fact, the more I tried to not think about his tongue on my pussy, the more I couldn’t stop.

  And the hotter I got between my legs.

  “You can get under the covers if you want.”

  I was shocked by my own boldness, but something about them made me bold.

  “Johanna,” Roman said, his voice tight. “Not sure that’s a good idea.”

  “Why not?” I whispered.

  “You know why.”

  Colt’s hand tightened on my knee. “We’re — we can’t touch you, Johanna.”

  “You already did.”

  Again, I was blown away by my own brashness, but they did something to me. They brought something out in me that I couldn’t have put back away even if I wanted to.

  “That was a mistake,” Colt said darkly.

  My brow fell and I looked down. “Oh.”

  Fingers touched my chin, raising my face up to see Colt grinning. “Nah, that’s a lie,” he said with a grin. “It’s just that you’re like kryptonite to us, Johanna. You’re a damn wrecking ball that breaks down everything we should do and how we know we should be around you.”

  I could feel Roman moving closer behind me, his hard-chiseled chest pressing against my bare back through his shirt.

  “Earlier — yesterday I mean.” Colt shook his head. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

  “I’m glad you did.”

  They were closer now, and slowly, all three of us started to slip down to the sheets — Colt looking me in the eye and Roman holding me tight from behind. My heart flip-flopped, and my pulse thundered as I realized how hard they were, both of them pulsing against my body through their jeans.

  “Shit, angel,” Roman growled in my ear, making me gasp. I was so wet, panting for this.

  For them.

  “We should go,” Colt said, his voice strained.

  “I— you really can stay,” I whispered.

  “Johanna—”

  “Please,” my voice broke.

  I could see the flicker of something fierce burn across Colt’s face, and I could feel Roman’s hands tighten on my hips as he groaned behind me. Colt’s hand trailed up over the bare skin of my belly, making me gasp and arch my back. Roman pressed hard against me, his cock throbbing against my ass as his fingers dug into my skin.

  I was panting I was so turned on — so incredibly wet and wanting the two of them so badly it scared me.

  Roman’s lips brushed my ear as Colt leaned in, his breath hot on my neck.

  “Please,” I gasped. “Don’t leave me alone tonight. I need you here. Both of you.”

  Colt pulled back, his fingers touched my chin, and suddenly, he was kissing me.

  Wow, was he kissing me.

  I melted into that kiss, the breath leaving my body and my pulse pounding like a drum as his perfect lips claimed mine. I could feel him growl into my mouth, and I moaned as his tongue pushed inside, tangling with mine.

  Roman’s lips moved to my neck, and I moaned louder as the two of them pressed tight to either side of me. I broke from Colt’s lips as Roman pulled me around, his mouth hungrily taking mine next. I could feel the both of them unbuttoning their shirts, and the hot sear of their skin pressing against mine sent shivers through my body.

  I moved back to Colt, moaning into his kiss as I felt Roman’s hands slide around my front to cup my bare breasts. I whimpered as his fingers found my nipples, pulling and twisting them gently and sending lightning through my body.

  Colt pulled back and started to slide his jeans down, and I gasped and felt Roman do the same.

  This was really happening.

  I was really about to be naked in a bed with two men. I’d gone from zero experience to this, and my head was still spinning from the rush of it. For a moment, I gleefully imagined the smug look I’d give Peggy now.

  The men moved back against me, and I gasped loudly at the feel of two huge, pulsing shafts against my skin. I shivered as their hands pulled me tight again, lips seeking my skin and those two powerful cocks throbbing hard against me.

  Tentatively, I reached out behind me. My fingers found rock-hard abs before I trailed lower.

  I gasped.

  I’d never touched one before, and now I was touching two of them. Two thick, pulsing, powerful-feeling cocks, pulsing so hard for me. I wrapped my small fingers around the two of them, struggling to suck in a heavy breath of air as I started to stroke them.

  The men groaned.

  “Fuck, baby,” Colt moaned against my neck. “Just like that.”

  Roman’s hand slipped under the waist of my panties, cupping my tight little ass in his powerful grip before he started to yank my panties down my legs. Colt’s cock throbbed against my belly, my small hand stroking him as he reached down between us. I whimpered as his fingers stroked my bare lips, and when he parted them
and began to ease a thick finger inside, I moaned loudly.

  Roman’s hand slid down between my ass cheeks, making me jump as his finger slid over my most private place before he moved lower. His fingers found my pussy as well, and I moaned and writhed for them as he slid one in alongside his friend’s — both of them moving wetly in and out of my tight pussy as I went to pieces for them.

  But I needed more.

  I wanted more.

  Take this, Peggy Nathanson.

  I didn’t feel like a prude anymore, that’s for sure. Maybe I had been waiting for Mr. Right to ride in, like Peggy had said. And maybe that “Mr. Right” was two misters. I didn’t know what I was feeling for these two, or what this meant. But I did know that I’d never wanted anything more in my life than I did with them right there in that bed.

  I kissed Colt once more before I started to slide my body down between them, my pulse roaring.

  “Fuck, Johanna,” Roman groaned as I twisted onto my knees between both of their legs. The two guys laid back, both of them staring at me like they wanted to devour me as I reached out and started to stroke them both.

  I may have never done this before, but I couldn’t imagine starting anywhere better.

  Slowly, I leaned in and pressed my lips to the head of Colt’s cock.

  He groaned.

  My pulse thundered, feeling emboldened by his reaction. Slowly, I parted my lips and slid them over his head. He groaned his hand coming down to tangle in my hair. My pussy throbbed as he tugged it — not hard, but just enough to send a thrill through me. I moaned around his cock, loving the way he moaned and arched his hips when I did.

  I pulled off of him and looked up at Roman, seeing the fire in his eyes as I moved to him next. He groaned as I kissed my way up the underside of his big dick, licking him with my tongue like an ice-cream cone until I got to the crown. I slurped him inside, swirling my tongue around the head as his hands slipped into my hair as well.

  My whole body roared with desire as I moved back and forth between them then, bobbing on one and then the other, sucking them both as they held my hair and guided my lips up and down their cocks.

  Suddenly, the two of them reached down, and I shrieked, giggling as they spun me around and pulled my ass back towards them, on my knees.