Hired Hands

by Wendi Darlin

  She crept closer to Jesse, accentuating every movement, but not pausing for a moment. She wasn’t turning back.

  Hovering over his brother’s lap, she tossed her hair aside and looked Cole in the eye then slowly slid the head of Jesse’s cock between her lips.

  “Fuck.” Cole squeezed his dick, searching for relief. His chest heaved and his blood slammed through his veins. Her tongued raked over his brother’s shaft, and Cole’s stomach hitched hard.

  He could barely hold on. This woman was doing things to him no other woman had. And she’d barely gotten started.

  More confident than she ever thought she’d be in a situation like this, Nora slid her mouth over Jesse’s perfect, thick cock and dragged her tongue over the silky smooth skin. Near the head of the bed, Cole groaned and got onto his knees.

  Instead of coming up behind her, he aligned himself for a perfect view of her mouth. His hand roamed and kneaded her bottom. His hard, ragged breath told her what she was doing to him, but she focused on Jesse. It wasn’t every day a man walked into her kitchen and had her sprawled across the table and coming hard before he’d even finished his coffee.

  This was her chance to return the favor, and the pleasure wouldn’t be entirely his. The taste of his hot cock sent another trickle down her already soaked inner thighs, and greedy tingles danced in her clit. Locking her gaze with Cole’s, she slid her mouth along Jesse’s hard shaft and dug her fingers into the muscles of his thighs. He pumped slowly and caressed her shoulders. The rough hair on his legs raked her hands, and the satin comforter slid against her knees. The air was heavy with the scent of sex and the masculine fragrances they wore.

  Flames licked her nipples as Cole’s eyes darkened and his large body moved closer. The dense muscles in his thighs flexed and his broad chest heaved. He was quickly losing the battle for control, and her vagina contracted in anticipation. The mattress dipped as his knee landed next to hers. Her breasts grew heavy, and her tongue tingled with the memory of his kiss. She gripped the base of Jesse’s cock and lapped the smooth round head to satisfy her intensifying hunger.

  Cole swore and clamped his jaw tight as sounds of approval shot from Jesse’s throat. She swayed, brushing Cole’s fisted cock with one hip. He muttered more swears and latched onto her ass so hard she gasped.

  Her fantasies hadn’t done him justice. Cole Shanahan was full of the devil and built like a god. Both the Shanahan men were. And right now, even with his hand on her, Cole was entirely too far away. She angled her hips closer, craving his body with an urgency that had her thighs quivering.

  Cole’s palm spread across her back and slid up her spine as he coaxed her with words that reddened her chest and made her vagina weep. He edged closer, pressing the front of his thigh to the back of hers. His hand traveled the broad expanse of his erection. His bottom lip caught between his teeth, and a tendon in his neck jumped.

  Sensation rocketed through her nerves as her shins rubbed against the cool bedding. Cole and Jesse’s rigid hot bodies surrounded her. Two breathtaking men, hers for the taking. She gripped Jesse’s thigh and pressed herself back against Cole. She wanted them both. Now.

  Cole watched her every move, his dark eyes hooded and his neck corded with tension, but maddeningly he didn’t stake his claim. His thumb slid over the glistening head of his cock, and her stomach twisted with desire. The swollen flesh between her legs throbbed, heat pulsed from her core and slick juice soaked her inner thighs. She pushed her ass harder against Cole, in a silent demand. She needed him inside her so bad it hurt.

  She swirled Jesse’s cock with her tongue, and released his thigh to roll one aching nipple between her fingers. Jesse threw his head back and swore. His abs contracted, pronouncing the already defined muscles that covered the center of his torso. He was almost there, and she was ready to send him over.

  Cole’s thigh pressed into the curve of her bottom. His fingers dipped between her outer lips and slid along the crease in search of her clit. Shivers tripped the nerves in her belly, and she bucked against his work-rough skin, humming her pleas.

  “Goddamn, honey,” Cole hissed as he spread her knees with his and moved behind her. His teeth grazed her back, and his fingers strummed the breath out of her.

  Jesse speared his fingers through her hair, and Cole’s hands took a firm hold of her hips. A stinging need rushed to her nipples. If Jesse hadn’t been there she could have easily lost herself in Cole and found every satisfaction she had ever needed. But both of them. Oh God. The desire to make love to Cole while he watched her carry his brother over the edge thrilled her more than she ever would have imagined.

  She focused on Jesse with renewed purpose, cupping his balls in her palm, pulling gently and feather stroking the sensitive skin beneath with the tip of her fingernails. His thighs tensed. His sac drew tight.

  “Oh, hell yeah!” He panted. “Fuck yeah, honey.”

  Cole’s hands smoothed over her ass, rubbing, feeling, and finally latching on hard. His cock teased her, coaxing another wave of wet heat from her core. Her heart pounded. He was ready. And so was she. Oh God, was she ready. Her muscles tensed in anticipation. She rocked back, begging him to take her, to fill her with every long, hard inch of his beautiful cock.

  “Don’t fuckin’ stop,” Jesse begged.

  Cole’s big cock eased just inside her opening, stretching and teasing her. He held her hips in a firm grip as pulses of electricity shot through her thighs. She strained against him, but she was no match for his strength. Please, she begged in silence, her tongue savoring Jesse’s smooth responsive cock. Her hand stroked him closer and closer to completion as her own body screamed to be filled.

  Cole flexed his hips and entered her in a searing flash that almost sent her tumbling to the bed. He cried out and began a thrusting rhythm that forced her to lift her head or lose her balance.

  Without wasting a minute, Jesse rose to his knees and guided her mouth onto him again. The taste of pre-cum against her tongue while Cole stroked deep inside her had her reeling. Sandwiched between them, she strained to hold on as both plunged deeper. But soon it was too much. As much as she wanted to please Jesse, she could only focus on Cole and his body claiming hers, hitting every nerve, stretching and filling her again and again.

  She lost the battle as Jesse’s cock swelled, and he fell back on the bed, gripping himself as he jerked a fountain of release that poured over his fist.

  Nora licked her lips, wanting to taste Cole as she wrenched the exact same reaction from him, but she lost focus as he struck exactly the right chord. His cock sent her spiraling into an orgasm that turned her panting to shrieks and her spine from steel to putty. Her nerves shot off like rockets even as a second wave of overwhelming sensation curled in her belly and threatened to roll through her.

  Through blurred vision, she saw Jesse spread across her comforter looking like a dream. Behind her, Cole whispered her name as her intimate walls gripped his cock in one spasm after another. The desperation in his voice roped her chest and yanked hard.

  She closed her eyes, and met every stroke of his hips, urging him deeper. Searching for that second release, the one that would take him with her. The two of them had brought her more physical pleasure than she’d known in a long time, but there was only one man she wanted, and she wanted all of him she could get.

  The second wave crested and crashed through her core at the same time Cole locked his arm around her. His cock throbbed and a warm tide shot toward her womb. He jerked hard, then shuddered. Swearing. Biting her shoulder, he clasped her breast even as the arm supporting him trembled and threatened to collapse.

  “Holy hell,” he gasped. His breath fell heavy against her neck. His smooth chest slid across her damp back, and he rolled her with him onto the bed.

  He wrapped her in his arms, holding her against his chest while their breathing settled. His cock lay spent and heavy between her thighs. She squeezed her legs together and felt a responsive jump that brought a victoriou
s curl to her lips.

  She squirmed around until her chest was pressed into his, and lifted her chin to taste the salt on his neck. Her palms finally got to ride the curves of his shoulders and steel arms. His hard stomach pushed against her hips, and she bent lower to press her tongue to the beat of his heart. There was so much more of this man she wanted to experience. So many times.

  Jesse’s lips rained kisses down her spine as Cole grasped her jaw, and his mouth sought hers. His kiss was different this time. Less urgent. More tender. Filled with longing and passion that would take more than a quick roll in the bed to play out.

  Jesse moved against her back, his erection pressed into her thigh, but Cole was taking her above it all. His hand cupped her breast. His tongue mated with hers, and his heart beat beneath her palm.

  Hands roamed her body, it was impossible to tell whose, and Cole pulled her thigh over his. She waited for him to shift, to push his ready cock deep inside her again.

  Instead, he tensed and his arm shot out to land a hard shove against his brother’s chest.

  Jesse’s grunt was followed by a quick laugh. “All right. All right.” Jesse leaned over to kiss her shoulder, his teeth lightly grazing her skin. “Give me a holler when you get tired of that ugly mug,” he whispered in her ear.

  Nora glanced back and watched Jesse pull on his jeans. He tossed his shirt over his shoulder and carried his boots out the door.

  She turned to find Cole’s eyes settled on her, the look on his face unreadable. Heat radiated off his big naked body, and tension-filled silence loomed between them.

  The bed moved as he swung his feet to the floor. Without meeting her gaze, he buttoned his jeans and tugged his shirt over his strong shoulders. Had she read him wrong? So completely wrong? Before she could ask, he brushed his rough hand over her face and kissed her lips. A tender, walking away kiss.

  “Guess I’ll get to work.” His boots pounded against the hardwood floor.

  Nora covered herself with a pillow and grasped the corner post of her bed. “Cole…”

  He turned back, his hand braced on the door casing.

  “Stay with me.” Her voice was so low she wasn’t sure he heard it. Or if she wanted him to.

  He crossed the room slowly and stood there for a long minute, not saying a word, not reaching for her. Tears stung the back of her eyes before they welled, blurring everything but the outline of his body. She turned away, refusing to let him see her cry, to see how much she needed him.

  Instantly, his strong arms wound around her, and he kissed her long and hard. When he finally broke away, he took her face in one broad palm, and his thumb traced her spine. “You’re too beautiful to cry.”

  She swallowed the hot lump in her throat, praying it wouldn’t settle into a mountain of regret in her soul. “You’re in an awful big hurry to leave.”

  “I called Jesse to come take a look at the ranch. To get another perspective.” He took a deep breath, and a muscle in his jaw twitched. “Don’t sell it, Nora. Not if you can help it. But if you don’t see any other way, let me and Jesse buy it.”

  “If you’ll stay, I don’t have any reason to sell.”

  His hand spread across her back, and a serious gleam settled in his eye. “This is home to me. I’ve always looked after this place like it was mine. You and Dylan.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I swore to Robert nothing would ever happen to you.” He searched her eyes and trailed a fingertip behind her ear with a touch so gentle it squeezed her heart. “But I made that same promise to myself before I ever made it to your husband.”

  She sucked in a shaky breath. “What are you saying?”

  “If Robert hadn’t done right by you, I would’ve come after you a long time ago.” He squeezed her hip, and his mouth set in a firm line.

  “Robert was a good man.” She hid her face in Cole’s neck as guilt compressed her chest.

  “I’m a good man, too.” He lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him. “I’ll take care of this ranch and you and Dylan for as long as you’ll let me.”

  She studied those soulful brown eyes she’d seen a thousand times. The man who’d always been there for her and her family. He was a good man. And his brother might be a good man, too. But it wouldn’t do anybody any good if they had the wrong idea about her. Pushing boundaries once was one thing. More than that, and things could easily get out of hand. “What about Jesse?”

  “He’s my brother.” That muscle in his jaw jumped again, but he didn’t give her any indication what that meant.

  She swallowed hard and braced her hand on his shoulder. “This was pure fantasy for me, here with the two of you, but you’re the only one I want.”

  His dimple deepened as his lips curled into a smile. “Good. ‘Cause I wasn’t about to let that son-of-a-bitch lay another hand on you.”

  Nora pulled his mouth back to hers. One taste of his tongue and desire uncurled in her womb. He released a predatory growl and moved over her, ready to take what was his. And only his.