AnglingforLove

by Lea Barrymire

  “This is awesome. How can you guys work inside when there’s all this out here?” She swept her arms out, as if the world they traveled through were heaven. “I wish I had my camera with me. I took a few pictures with my phone but it just doesn’t do this justice.”

  “Babe, we have all kinds of pictures you can borrow. One of our clients last year was a professional photographer and we have all the digital images,” Jared said. He rode behind Arin and had the same star-struck look Brent was sure he was carrying.

  “Let’s get unloaded.” Brent swung down from his horse and quickly walked to hers. He grabbed her waist to lower her to the ground. He loved the feel of her in his hands. She was round and warm. Soft to his hardness. She leaned into his arms for a moment when her feet hit the ground. “How’s your butt after the ride?”

  “Good, but I’m sure I’ll be sore tomorrow.” She turned in his arms and wiggled a finger at him, beckoning him to bend down to her. With a quick kiss on the cheek, she grinned. “Thanks. I was afraid I’d fall on my ass getting down out of the saddle.”

  “Mmm, can I get in on this action too?” Jared crowded behind Arin and Brent watched her eyes darken and close slightly. She looked accepting and hungry for them, just the way he wanted her.

  Brent felt her heartbeat increase against his ribs and she gasped when Jared’s body touched hers. His cock hardened and he pressed against her core. He wanted to get this woman between them. He could almost taste her desire, hot and sweet on his tongue. Her reactions to their kisses were explosive. He couldn’t even imagine the way she would react when they had her spread out under them, their bodies worshipping hers.

  Brent bent slowly, giving her time to back out of the kiss if she wanted. When she closed her eyes and offered her mouth to him, he took it. Her lips were so soft under his, warm and wet. She opened for him and the slightest flick of his tongue against hers had a moan rolling from her. Taking her arms and wrapping them around his neck afforded him the opportunity to run his hands down her sides, skimming along the outside of her full breasts. He nearly moaned as well when she dug her fingers into his hair and pulled him closer to her. She sucked his bottom lip between hers and applied slight pressure with her teeth. He reveled in the fact that she was playful even when aroused. He gave her a quick swat on the ass and swallowed the answering giggle as he delved deeper into her mouth.

  He barely kept from grinning when he heard Jared’s whispered words. Nothing got a woman hotter than hearing Jared talk dirty. He could tell from the motion of her hips that Jared was punctuating his words by pressing his cock against her ass. She completely melted between them. Arin surrendered, hanging on to him for dear life as he and Jared took her to places he was sure she’d never been.

  * * * * *

  Brent had her pulled against his chest, light breaths shivering over her neck. Behind her, Jared had wrapped his body around hers, warm lips resting against the pulse point behind her ear. So much heated, testosterone-laden air bouncing between their bodies that she was drowning in it. She knew she was gasping for breath, knew her knees were going to give out, knew she was melting between the two men. She just couldn’t care enough to stop them. They felt deliciously right surrounding her. Hard chests sandwiched her, hearts beating against her, echoing the rapid beat of hers.

  “You know what we want to do to you? Oh babe, when we have you between us you won’t be able to tell who is suckling a nipple and who is buried between your thighs. You’re going to come so hard you’ll pass out. And when you come back to the land of the living? Oh then we’re going to do it again and again.” Jared’s words were enough to make her pussy weep.

  She closed her eyes and let her head fall back onto Jared’s chest. Both sets of hands were still resting on her waist, holding her steady, kneading her sides with sensual squeezes. Large, stiff cocks pressed against her, front and back.

  “You want it, don’t you, Arin? Hmm? You can almost feel it, can’t you? Oh I want to be deep inside you when you come. I bet you’re a screamer. Can we make you scream? Make you come so hard you forget yourself enough to shout to the heavens?”

  A moan escaped her lips as a warm mouth moved down her throat and calloused hands skated up her stomach. She shivered and her knees truly did buckle. She sagged between them, her arms still wrapped around Brent’s neck. When fingers tugged on her nipple through her bra she gasped, “Oh God.”

  She speared her fingers into Brent’s hair and pulled him closer. She kissed him with everything she had, trying to convey her need, her acceptance of whatever it was they wanted to do to her. She tasted his lips, thrust her tongue into the recesses of his mouth and gasped at the harsh sound he made in the back of his throat when she swiveled her hips against his.

  All the while she was kissing Brent she had Jared whispering naughty, delicious things in her ear. Hands moved under her shirt and cupped her breasts, kneading her flesh and plucking at the engorged nipples. Cocks rubbed against her lower body front and back, making her squirm. Hot lips plied her neck and mouth with wet kisses. Her panties were soaked, her breathing erratic, and she’d never felt so out of control.

  “Oh babe. The things I want to do to you.” Jared sighed and gave a quick peck to her cheek before backing away from her. “But right now we need to get camp set up.”

  A mewl of longing whispered from her lips when Jared backed away from her. She immediately missed his heat and hard body. She pulled away from Brent’s kiss and glanced over her shoulder. She’d expected a heated gaze and perhaps Jared stripping, what she found put the brakes on her passion.

  He stood, brows furrowed, watching her and Brent with a look so guarded she was unsure she wanted to know what he was thinking. She pushed away from the arms still enclosing her and glanced between the men. Something was being communicated. They both scowled, then she caught the slight nod from Brent just before he dropped his arms and also took a step back.

  It took one moment, one heartbeat to realize what was going on. They were shutting her down. They didn’t want her. That’s what you get for thinking these guys actually found you attractive. Fine. She could deal with that. They’d wanted to just play a little. She could do that. She turned away and started unpacking the saddle pack from her horse. She wouldn’t let them see her tears. No fucking way would she be the weak, simpering female everyone assumed she was.

  “Oh for fuck’s sake. We’re such asses.” Jared’s words had her turning toward the guys. Warm, hard arms wound around her middle and pulled her into a wonderful embrace. “Sorry, babe. We can be asses sometimes. We aren’t turning you down or anything, we’re just postponing the fun. We didn’t want to take you on the dirt. We’ve got something a little more romantic planned.”

  She heard the sincerity in his words and when she finally looked up she found worry in his eyes. She nodded, unsure if she could speak without giving away how she’d just been feeling.

  He bent down and lightly kissed her lips. “We want you, Arin. Don’t question that. We’re going to have you between us soon enough.”

  She smiled and leaned up to kiss him back. “Okay.” What else could she say? Her underwear was soaked with her own juices, her belly was still warm and fluttering and she’d been rubbing on the men like a cat in heat.

  He smiled and smacked her on the ass. “Now let’s get camp set up so we can have some fun.”

  She yelped, then turned back to her horse. She could wait. It would be painful and frustrating but she’d behave herself. With a sigh, she finished unpacking and started toward the clearing with an armful of supplies. She’d behave because she knew they’d make it worth the wait.

  * * * * *

  “So, you game?” Jared asked.

  The two men stood watching Arin, who was in the shallow stream with waders on, fly rod in hand, blissfully fishing. Brent and Jared had taken a moment to watch her gorgeous form before heading down to assist her and perhaps do some fishing themselves. Brent had known it wouldn’t be long before his frie
nd felt the need to plan something. And he’d been right. Jared stopped him to discuss his idea of driving her crazy for the rest of the afternoon and evening.

  Earlier Brent had taken her into his arms for a blistering kiss, then given her instructions on setting up camp. Her taste was still lingering on his mouth. She had worked just as hard as they had setting up the tents, unloading the horses, bringing wood from the lean-to they used to house tack and feed for the animals. They had joked around, trading insults and having a good time while getting everything set up. She had even relaxed enough to flirt with both men until they were uncomfortably hard and aching.

  Brent sighed before turning his eyes from the curvy woman who seemed to captivate them both. “So you want to drive her nuts? We touch her, kiss her, whatever we want, all day? Will that do much more than drive us to insanity?”

  “Come on. You know she wants us. I just want to show her how much we want her back. Hopefully that will loosen her up a little. She deserves a little fun, don’t you think?”

  “You really want her bad, don’t you?” Brent asked. He knew full well what Jared was doing. Teasing her, and them, until they had to fall into bed together. That was the plan. Make it impossible for her to refuse them. He watched his best friend mull over the question.

  “Fuck yes, I want her. You know I want something permanent. Shit, I’m sick of dating women who only want us for sex. I want to settle down with someone fun and interesting, who understands our business and who just enjoys being with us as people. I mean, the sex with the ladies we usually see is great, but don’t you want something more?”

  Brent ran his hand through his hair. The short answer to that question was a resounding “yes”, but it wasn’t that simple. “You know I do. I’m as sick of the bullshit as you are, but do you honestly think Arin is going to be into us as a lifestyle choice? Christ, Jared, she’s only been around us for a couple of days and you’re already picking out plate patterns or some shit.”

  “I think you’re wrong and I aim to prove it. I think she’s the one for us. Look at her history, her love of fishing, her response to being here. What does all that tell you?”

  “Yeah, I get it. She’s compatible with us, but so what? Fuck, man. You’re head over heels already for this girl and you haven’t even known her a week.”

  “I don’t give a rat’s ass how long I’ve known her. I can feel it in my bones. I can tell by the way she watches you when you aren’t looking that she feels something already for you, and I hope she’s watching me the same way. I know it seems fast but my gut is telling me to pursue her, so that’s what I’m going to do.”

  “Whatever. Look, just don’t break her heart or yours, okay? I don’t want to live with you if you’re a whining baby because she decides to just dabble in the sex and not buy into your dream of a happily-ever-after.”

  “Just do me a favor, please. Play along for the day, okay? Do it for me if nothing else. I want to get to know her and I don’t want to do that alone. I want her to see us as a package deal.” The plea was thick in Jared’s voice. Panic had his eyes wide and glazed, his hands clenched at his sides.

  Brent couldn’t deny his best friend this. It would suck to pull Jared’s ass from the ashes again, but he’d do anything to keep that look of fear off his friend’s face. “Fine, I’ll play along, but you aren’t wanking off with me in the tent tonight when she turns us both down flat. I’m going down to do some fishing.”

  * * * * *

  Arin sucked in a shaky breath as a warm palm rubbed over her ass. She looked over her shoulder and gasped at the burning heat in Brent’s eyes as he winked at her before wandering a few feet down the bank. She shook her head and let the cutthroat trout she’d just brought in swim out of her palm. She didn’t know how she was still standing after two hours of constant sexual tension. The boys had turned up the heat and she was definitely boiling. Every time one of them walked by her he stroked her, touched her body, pulled her in for a kiss. She knew her pants were wet and they were a constant sensual torture device as they rubbed against her throbbing clit. Figured the day she decided to go without panties because of the chafing they could cause was the day she got so turned on she was constantly wet. She had actually taken to clenching her thighs together any time they were in her vicinity in an attempt to stem the pulsing need in her pussy. She had never been so turned on and so frustrated at the same time.

  “Hey, you getting hungry, babe?” Jared’s sexy voice slid over her body. She turned to find him watching her with half-lidded eyes and a sizable bulge in his pants. Yep, she was going to die from sexual frustration tonight, but what a way to go.

  “I could eat. What time is it anyway?” She looked around and noticed that the shadows had started lengthening. How long had she been standing in the creek? Hours, by the look of things. She should be exhausted from fighting the current and standing in the sun but she was just exhilarated. She could keep going for hours more, but once her stomach heard mention of food it rumbled its emptiness. She grimaced, as the rumbling noise was loud enough to be heard.

  He laughed. “Sounds as if you’re hungry enough. It’s almost six. Why don’t you close up shop and we’ll have some dinner? Then if the clouds stay away maybe we can do some night fishing if you want to, especially when you won’t let Brent and I tempt you into any of our normal nighttime fun.”

  A slight moan escaped her lips as she once again felt a flash of heat in her core. She muttered under her breath, “I’m not the one that stopped us. Just remember that.”

  It seemed every word spoken to her since lunch had been meant to torture her—every look, every touch. If she didn’t spontaneously combust before bedtime, she would be amazed. She wouldn’t be able to take care of her problem, either, without them hearing her, unless she decided to gag herself before finding release with an orgasm or three. The boys had decided their tent needed to be almost touching hers. They would be able to hear every breath she exhaled. There was no way she would be able to masturbate with them inches from her. So she was looking at hours of frustration until she could be alone to release the sexual tension buzzing through her body.

  She stomped back to the campsite, mumbling obscenities to herself about sex-crazed men and their evil plans for sexual torture. Neither of them was there either, which made her complaining all the more pathetic. If they were really trying to drive her into a mindless sexual madness, wouldn’t they be there waiting for her to come back to camp? So maybe she was imagining it all. Maybe this was just how they were all the time with women they were around and she was just not used to being around men. Jealousy speared through her mind. She didn’t have a single claim on these men, but to think of them doing the same things with other women made her want to hurt someone.

  Now that she was out of the water and not concentrating so much on the ebb and flow of it and the subtle changes in her line, she noticed fatigue slowing her down. Her leg muscles hurt, probably from battling the push and pull of the water. Her arms and shoulders were sore. Some of the muscles that ached hadn’t been used in years and were screaming about their misuse. She vowed right then and there that she wouldn’t give fishing up again. She loved being outdoors, loved standing in a creek feeling nature flow around her.

  A quick change of clothes helped her to feel more normal. She’d put on a pair of worn jeans and one of her favorite tees. She’d debated the necessity of panties, but in the end slid on a pair. They might get soaked but at least she’d have some protection from the denim rubbing on her still-tingling clit.

  Camp looked different than it had when she went down to the water. They’d sent her to the creek just after putting the tents up. Now there was a folding plastic table and rough stools parked at the far end of the camping area. A metal cooking pot was suspended over the fire, steaming with dinner. Foil-wrapped lumps dotted the coals in the fire pit. Next to one of the logs surrounding the fire was a pile of blankets.

  Arin’s stomach made it very evident that she nee
ded to find out what was in that pot and force the boys to feed her soon. She needed something to drink as well, and probably should have been drinking water while fishing. She could feel the beginnings of a headache starting. She rolled her head, trying to loosen her neck and shoulders. A low moan floated into the quiet surroundings as she flexed her shoulders.

  “Do you need that rubbed out, babe?” Jared whispered in her ear a moment before wrapping his hands over her shoulders. Startled, she jumped. She tried to turn and scowl at him but he kept her trapped standing in front of him. “Sorry. I keep doing that, don’t I? Let me massage your neck or you’re going to be one sore puppy tomorrow.”

  She didn’t answer other than to close her eyes and lean in to his hands. His magical thumbs worked into the sore muscles of her shoulders and neck, loosening them and releasing some of the tension. She moaned when he worked along her spine and whined when he lifted his hands from her back.

  “Maybe I’ll do more later—right now we need to get you fed. Why don’t you go set the table while I pull the potatoes out of the fire?” Jared caressed her ass, then gave her a light tap before walking away. Heat flared at the feeling of his hand on her bottom. She swallowed the moan that threatened to escape and rolled her eyes at her inability to tamp down her reaction to the men. Her libido sure was active around them.

  Chapter Nine

  Dinner was a wonderfully relaxing occasion. They chatted about fishing, the mountains, their jobs. There wasn’t a lick of tension between them. It felt oddly like being home with her dad and brother. Jared constantly called her babe and tried to tease her about everything. Brent was more reserved but chatted amicably. Arin loved every second of it. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so relaxed around people, especially men.