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by Lynn Stark


  Ryan can drive for a while. Then we’ll stop for the night. Somewhere off the beaten track. We have friends who live about two hundred miles from here. It’ll be safe to spend the night at their place.” He paused, wondering how she would react to what he had to tell her. Nothing had happened yet. And it would remain that way until she had time to think through all of it.

  So much had taken place since they had met. He didn’t want her jumping into something she wasn’t prepared for. “There’s something you need to know before we move on to the next stage of our new, uh, friendship, Peaches.”

  “What’s that?”

  “It’s not just us. We have a friend we own our ranch with.”

  “You share your women with him, too?” Her contrasting dark brown eyebrows rose in surprise. She frowned, and then she looked at Ryan, then to him again. “Well, that is something to think about. I really don’t know how adventurous I am.” Peaches studied the toe of her boot for a moment. She kicked a piece of crumbling pavement, sending it skittering between them. Then she was looking at them both and grinning impishly. “But I’m willing to find out. Is he as nice as you guys?”

  How did he describe Logan? Carefully, he supposed, grimacing. “Well, Logan is rather moody,” he began, watching her face for returning doubts. He wasn’t disappointed. They came. She looked worried. “He’s been our friend for years. We haven’t taken many women back to the ranch. Two or three.”

  “Three,” Ryan confirmed, looking as worried as he felt. “Logan was really only interested in the first one. But that didn’t go well. So, he’s been rather shy about trying again. Not everyone is interested in our lifestyle. He really fell for the first woman, and it hit him hard when she left.”

  “That wasn’t very nice of her, if she knew what was going to happen. She should have thought about it a bit more, as I’m going to do. I really don’t want to hurt your friend’s feelings. Does he compete in rodeos, too?”

  “Not for years. He was busted up pretty bad. The doctors told him he couldn’t take many more hits. One good one to the head would likely kill him.” 19

  “Oh, that’s terrible! How frightening for him. And frustrating, too, I’m sure, to have to end his career earlier than he had anticipated. But, better to be alive.”

  “Don’t say that to Logan. It took everything we had to convince him to quit. The man’s as stubborn as they come.”

  “And don’t go around feeling sorry for him. He’ll completely ignore you then.”

  “That’s what the second woman did. She was all over him, treating him like an invalid.”

  “And what was wrong with the third one?”

  Damien rolled his eyes. “She had this laugh that really grated on the nerves. And she laughed all the time. I don’t think there was anything that woman didn’t think was funny.

  Logan couldn’t bear to be within earshot. The second day she was there he packed up and rode out to camp until she was gone.”

  Ryan leaned close to Peaches in a confiding manner. “She laughed in bed once. My cock got as soft as butter in the sun.”

  It was Peaches laughing then, jumping on his friend and hugging him tightly. “Now there’s an image to think on. Don’t worry. I’ll try not to laugh in bed, no matter what.” It was time for them to get going, but he had to be certain Peaches still wanted to go to their ranch with them. They knew a lot of places where they could hide her. Guiding her toward the truck, he told her gently, “If you don’t want to go to the ranch, we can still keep you safe. The town where we’re going, well, there are people we know who you can stay with.

  They’ll keep you safe.”

  Peaches didn’t get up into the truck, but turned to look at him. Ryan stood at his side, waiting expectantly. “I’ll go with you. I don’t think they’ll be able to follow, but it would be easier to watch for these creeps out away from a town, don’t you think?”

  “Probably.”

  She smiled. “Then it’s settled. We’ll go to your ranch. Maybe my father will call before then, telling me that it’s okay for me to go home.” They didn’t want her to go home, Damien thought. Ryan gave him a worried look as he walked around to the driver’s side. There was something so special about Peaches. She was soft and sweet. She was tough. The shootout at the convenience store proved that. Everything about her was appealing. Even her laugh was one of the sweetest sounds he had ever heard.

  He also doubted Logan would be able to scare her off.

  They drove until they got to their friend’s place. The A-frame log cabin was tucked away in a stand of tall pines. They pulled the trailer around and parked it off to the side, in the spot they usually left it during their visits. Their friends, Roger and Candy Ellis, weren’t home.

  They let themselves in, laughing when Peaches claimed she felt like a burglar. She only gave in when they tempted her with a shower and the promised nap.

  “You keep mentioning this nap. And I keep getting all hot and bothered, and then you shut me down,” she complained, pouting.

  When naptime finally arrived Peaches placed herself expectantly in the center of the wide bed at the front of the fifth wheel. Damien and Ryan stood there looking at her, grinning as she batted her long lashes at them and patted the places beside her. She was such a sweet little temptress. Their gazes roamed over her. After the shower, she had put on navy-blue flannel pajamas with little snowflakes all over them. Her short blonde hair was drying without the benefit of a comb or brush. It spiked out in places. It added to her overall cuteness.

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  With their cocks straining in their jeans, they watched as she shimmied out of the flannel pajama bottoms. They went flying. Long bare legs beckoned them as she began teasing them.

  All they could think about was the prize she was still hiding. Her soft laughter filled the trailer with its silky sensuality. There was no chance of that laughter softening Ryan’s cock or chasing Logan off into the mountains. If anything, it would lure their reclusive friend back into the land of the living.

  “Come on, fellas. You’re the worst teases I’ve ever met.” Slender fingers began unbuttoning the flannel top. One by one, they were released, revealing more skin, the curve of her full breasts, and the flat of her stomach. “Actually, I’ve never met male teases. Show me what you’ve got behind those big, shiny buckles, will you?” As soon as the flannel shirt was shrugged off smooth shoulders, they moved. The woman had the most perfect breasts. Full and round, their dark pink, puckering areolas beckoned to them with their crowning nipples. Pulling off their shirts, jeans, and boxers they joined her on the bed, their hands going for her, their mouths finding sensitive places to kiss and nibble as they pressed her warm body between them.

  “Are you trying to kill us, baby?” Damien growled against her skin. Inhaling deeply, he drew her warm female scent into his own body. His cock pressed against her thigh, aching.

  “We wanted to take this nice and slow, give you time to get used to the idea of having more than one man.”

  Peaches giggled, her body twisting away from Ryan and toward him, as the other man found a ticklish spot on her curvy body. “I already got used to it. Now I’m working my way up to three.”

  If the woman got any sweeter, any more appealing, he would have sugar shock. Damien found it an irresistible quality. There was a sense of honesty about her. What she felt was right out there for everyone to see. If she was laughing, she was happy. If she was rubbing up against him, she was horny. It was refreshing. He couldn’t remember the last time he had met such an open and honest woman.

  Sliding a hand over her shapely hip, Damien pulled her close again, rubbing his cock against her. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, marking her soft skin. Ryan moved in from behind, nibbling her shoulder as he discovered her pussy was as smooth as the rest of her. “Mmm, baby,” he said huskily, lowering his head so he could kiss her smiling mouth. “I love the feel of your pretty, naked little pussy. Is shaving what took you so long in the shower?”

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  Peaches nodded, nibbling at his lips. It was difficult to form the words. All she could think about was the hard male flesh pressing against her. Her pussy clenched as she thought about how it would fill her. “I’m glad you like it.” One of her hands slid over his chest, her fingers exploring Damien’s sculptured pecs and washboard abs. Both men had fantastically fit bodies. There were scars here and there on their smooth skin, but otherwise she considered them flawless in their male beauty. She toyed with a dark male nipple, flicking it with her thumbnail. “Maybe you can shave it for me the next time.”

  “If he won’t, I will,” Ryan moaned, burying his face against her neck.

  It was Damien’s turn to laugh. “If you let that idiot anywhere near your pussy with any kind of blade, you’re nuts. Just look at his face.” At his insistence, Peaches shifted so she could look at the other man. He had three obvious nicks. She cringed dramatically against the solid male body behind her. Damien laughed and wrapped his arm protectively around her. She wriggled her ass against the hard cock thrusting boldly from his groin, pressing closer to its solid heat. Only moments before, his cock had been teasing her smooth pussy with its impressive size. It was temptation in its purest form.

  “You definitely are not coming anywhere near my pussy with a razor, mister,” she told Ryan emphatically. “What did you use on your face, a machete?”

  “I was nervous,” he said defensively. “All I could think about was seeing you naked.”

  “And you don’t think you’ll be nervous if you’re shaving my pussy?” Seeing the dejected expression on his handsome face, she relented, wrapping her arms around his neck. “If you want near my pussy, you’re going to have to use something a little more blunt-edged.” Smiling, Ryan rubbed his cock against her oversensitized female flesh. “How does this feel, sweetheart?”

  Damien moved behind her. A moment later, she saw a condom being handed to his friend. Her heart raced, her blood pumping through her veins as she watched him open the package then roll the latex sheath over his cock. It was a beautiful appendage. Long, thick, with a bulbous head, it was nearly straight as it sprouted from his groin. The heavy sac beneath just begged for her attention.

  “This is going to be a fun nap,” she purred, running a hand down over his smooth chest, which was formed from two solid slabs of muscle. Her fingers went lower still, over hard washboard abs, to the dark nest of curls. Beginning at the base of his cock, she began stroking and exploring. Damien moved behind her. He, too, had donned protective gear. And she knew where he wanted to go when she felt something cold introduced between the mounds of her ass. Moaning, she pushed Ryan onto his back then straddled him. “You’re first, cowboy.” They both watched as he guided his cock to the opening of her sopping pussy. Damien moved behind her, kneeling between Ryan’s spread legs. As she slid down carefully to the thickening base, her body taking time to adjust, Peaches felt the heat spreading over her skin.

  Her toes curled as her pussy clenched. A cry of pleasure erupted from her throat as Ryan pulled at her nipples, twisting them a bit. Then a soft laugh escaped her as she focused on the hard, thick flesh filling her. Though she occasionally used a vibrator, it had been a long time since anything had been introduced into her body. It thanked her by rapidly moving toward her first orgasm in months.

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  As the man behind her began sliding a finger in and out of her willing nether hole, Peaches lowered herself onto Ryan’s chest. Her breasts filled his hands. Callused fingertips stroked the areolas into bunched peaks, pulling at her nipples, twisting them just enough to get her to moan. The tiny pain quickly turned to pleasure. She wriggled on his cock, relaxing her body as Damien began pressing the head of his cock against her tight hole.

  “Are you ready for me, baby?” She nodded, anticipating the brief pain she would feel as he breached the tight ring of muscle. Though she didn’t have a lot of experience with anal sex, those few times she and her former boyfriend had engaged in it had been very enjoyable for them both. “Fuck, you are so tight. Relax and push back.” No sooner had he made progress when he retreated, easing the pinch of pain, the burn. He repeated this process, pressing in, withdrawing partway, then pushing his cock in further until she was impaled on his cock.

  “Don’t move, baby. If you do, I’ll come in a heartbeat.” Peaches was going to come in a heartbeat. Never had she felt so full, so taken. It was incredible. Her pussy twitched, her clit ached. When her body stiffened between them, then convulsed, they began to move within her, unable to stop themselves. Ryan countered each of Damien’s thrusts, driving deeply, rubbing against her delighted clit until she was screaming and biting his shoulder. Panting, sobbing, she felt a second orgasm building when Damien began thrusting rapidly in and out of her asshole, driving deep, giving her such an exquisite sense of fullness in combination with the cock filling her clenching pussy. The moment the man behind her reached around to touch her rigid clit, her world shattered into a million glittering pieces.

  Closing her eyes against the explosion of brilliant colors, Peaches screamed and shuddered, her hips convulsing and grinding, as her body tried to draw every last shred of passion from the men. A moment later, they were joining her, low guttural groans causing shivers of pleasure to slide across her skin. Cocks hardened deep within her body as it throbbed around them. Semen flowed, strong hands gripped, taut buttocks clenching with the final thrusts inward and upward.

  Their hot, sweating bodies collapsed together. They gasped for breath. Softened cocks slipped from her body. If she thought they were through, she discovered these men didn’t just love ’em and leave ’em. Her very happy body was wiped down gently with a warm cloth, dampened with the jug of hot water they had brought from the house. A towel rubbed over her glowing skin. Then she was being tucked beneath the sheet as they slid back in beside her.

  With her back tucked up against Ryan this time, the men snuggled close, as they finally got around to their nap. She and Damien smiled tenderly at one another, fingertips delicately tracing facial features. Warm lips kissed her between her shoulder blades.

  Peaches had no complaints about former boyfriends. She’d only had two lovers. The first time had been only one night while at college. It had been fun, but nothing to write home about. The second had been longer term, lasting nearly three years. The sex had been good, but neither had felt that deep intimate connection that would last a lifetime. They had parted ways. Her ex was now married to her best friend, with whom he had found that connection.

  She was happy for them. Now she was beginning to feel a little happy for herself. Cautiously, of course. The rush of excitement, these feelings she was having for these two men, could all be just temporary, she told herself. It probably was temporary. But, hey, a girl could hope, she 23

  thought with a smile curving her mouth. She pressed one last soft kiss against Damien’s firm lips before falling asleep.

  When she woke up a couple hours later, the evening’s shadows were beginning to fill the interior of the trailer. Stretching, Peaches yawned, then smiled and snuggled under the blankets between the two hard, hot bodies of her men. Strong arms tightened, increasing her sense of security, of belonging.

  Yes, Damien and Ryan were her men. Even if it were temporary, she would put everything of herself into this new relationship. She would hold nothing back. There was a part of her that told her that they were looking for something permanent. It was something she was also looking for. Life wasn’t all about work. Though serving a purpose, mainly funding her retirement, it was filling the gap left by her lack of a love life. If she wasn’t sitting around at home in her sweats, talking to cats, and reading a book, she didn’t have time to think about what was lacking in her life. Now she had met these men and all her priorities were reassigned.

  Though they were both terrible flirts, she had seen the serious side of the men. They weren’t going to just use her then toss her aside. On that positive note, Peaches began exploring
under the sheet. It wasn’t long before she found what she was looking for. Giggling when semi hard flesh became very hard flesh, she tossed back the blanket, exposing every glorious inch of hard, tanned male bodies.

  “You win!” Peaches cried, straddling Damien’s powerful thighs as she reached toward the stack of conveniently placed condoms.

  She saw the sleep in his green eyes quickly disappear as she ripped the foil and extracted the rolled condom. She placed it over the thick head of his swollen cock, but only after she leaned down to swipe at the creamy goodness leaking from the slit with the tip of her tongue.

  Salty. Tasty. She saw his gaze go from her busy hands to the lower lip she had captured between her white teeth.

  “How did I win?” Damien asked curiously, his voice husky with sleep and desire. It did delicious things to her, shivering down her spine.

  “Your cock got harder, faster.”

  “And what did I win?”

  “You won pussy, hot stuff. All the pussy you want. I know you’re up for it.” Her fingers couldn’t meet around his cock, he was that thick. And he’d had all this beautiful cock shoved in my ass, she thought, trembling with remembered pleasure. Well, now she wanted it filling her pussy. Glancing at Ryan, she saw that he was all but pouting again. He really was the sweetest thing and positively irresistible. Laughing, she patted the bed beside Damien. “Come on, pretty boy. Give me that cock to suck while I ride your friend here.” Ryan moved fast and with intent, his cock fisted in his hand as Peaches positioned herself over the man stretched out beneath her. The thick head nudged the entrance to her cream-slicked channel. She was so wet the juices were running down her thighs.

  “That’s it, baby. An inch at a time,” Damien said encouragingly, his voice thick as he held her hips in his big hands. She thought his cock was going to split her in two. How the hell had he fit all of it in her ass? she wondered dazedly. Her pulse began to speed up as she lowered herself onto him. When she felt him nearing her cervix, she moaned. There was still so much of him to go she doubted she could take all of him. A moment of deep breaths had her body 24

 

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