Her eyes shot open. “Oh God, what are you doing?”
“Little busy here,” Mitch muttered.
Stuart leaned down and kissed the side of her neck. “He’s getting you ready, darlin’.”
“Ready for what?”
“We’ll tell you later,” Stuart murmured against her neck. “How does it feel?”
“Strange…but kind of nice.”
Mitch slowly thrust his finger deeper then withdrew, only to slide inside again. The movement of his finger brought with it a grinding pressure and an intense need, but for what, she didn’t know. All the while he fucked her ass with his finger, he stroked her pussy with his tongue. The strangeness vanished, and she let herself be swept to wherever they wanted her to go.
She clenched on his finger and dipped lower against his mouth. He sucked her clit harder, and, as her body tensed, she suddenly lifted then crashed downward. Her body trembled and shook in another wave of that incredible pleasure. Mitch continued to suck her until she thought she’d go mad. She fell back against Stuart, her entire body a boneless heap of pulsating joy. She struggled to capture a breath and lay quietly for a few minutes. Stuart kissed her shoulder as Mitch continued to lap at her pussy juices.
“You were right. I liked it. I liked it just fine.” She stared down into Mitch’s half-closed eyes then swept some hair away from his brow. “Can I do that to you?”
Stuart laughed. “Darlin’, we’re counting on it.” He moved to the side of the blanket and stood up. Cinda scooted off Mitch and went to kneel before Stuart.
“Um, I hate to break this to you, Stu,” Mitch said, leaning up on an elbow, “but I kind of did all the work here. Shouldn’t I get to go first?”
“You call that work?” Stuart asked. “I’m jealous as hell.”
Mitch dropped back to the blanket. “You should be. Best pussy I ever ate.”
“How did she taste?” Stuart asked.
“Like honey and sunshine.”
Cinda laughed, leaned down, and ruffled his hair. “You keep up all these pretty compliments, and you’ll never get rid of me.”
“Wasn’t planning to,” Mitch said.
Cinda’s eyes widened, and her heart suddenly raced. She glanced between them. “Really?”
Mitch smiled. “We’re still in negotiations, remember?” Cinda nodded. “Worry about it later. Stuart’s getting antsy. He wants his dick sucked. The faster you get him done, the faster you’ll get to me.” He gave her a wink.
She turned her attention back to Stuart. His cock rose hard and long against his tight, muscled abdomen, twitching slightly as it waited eagerly. She’d felt it earlier, but now it seemed to offer a chance to have a whole new experience. She brushed her finger around the silky tip, one of the softest things she’d ever felt. She circled softly, dipping down to touch the small ridge then moving back up to play around the swollen head. Her finger came away wet, and she stared at it for a moment then rubbed it against her thumb, enjoying the slide of her fingers against each other.
Cinda cupped his sac in her palm, feeling it tighten in her loose grip and liking the slow roll of his balls against her hand. It was even nicer than the feel of gold nuggets in her hands. She ran the flat of her hand along the long length, amazed at the softness that covered such hard, sturdy flesh. She licked her lips, aware that both men watched her. She felt naughty, almost wanton. Surely nice women didn’t do this in broad daylight while another looked on. A little tingle went through her skin because she knew, whether right or wrong, she’d passed a milestone in her life and could not go back. She wondered if she even would if she could erase these last few days.
Erase the most wonderful days of my life?
She laughed.
“He does have that effect on most women,” Mitch said.
“Fuck you.” Stuart shot a glare toward his brother.
Cinda ran her finger over Stuart’s sac again, and he shivered. She glanced up. “Don’t mind me. I just get funny thoughts sometimes.”
She licked the length of Stuart’s cock, one long, quick slide then traced the swollen veins slowly with her tongue. She’d never tasted anything quite like it in her life and wanted to sample more. When Stuart clenched his hands at his sides, Cinda reveled in the new power that surged through her. Who would have thought one little swipe of her tongue could have such an effect? Oh, no, she could never go back to that other life. Not after this.
She rose higher and took his cock in her hand, pumping up and down, feeling the smooth glide of the silky flesh beneath her palm. Stuart seemed to like it because he moved his hands to her hair, and Cinda felt the tenseness of his fingers as he slid them to the back of her head. She cast a quick glance toward Mitch. He lay on his side, head propped on one elbow, watching intently. His large cock also jutted towards his stomach, and he lazily stroked the shaft, his hand sliding up and down in slow, steady motions.
When Cinda lowered her mouth over Stuart’s cock, he lurched forward, and his cock slid farther into her mouth. Cinda tensed for a moment then opened her mouth wider and allowed it to slip deeper. She tongued the soft flesh as her lips closed around the shaft then she began to suck with a rhythm that made Stuart’s fingers tighten in her hair. She felt the pulsing of his flesh in her mouth, tasted the bitter flavor of his juices, heard the hitch in his breath, and knew she was doing it right. She reached between his legs and ran the back of her nails over his sac, loving the way they pulled up slightly. She followed their movement, and Stuart sucked in a breath. She was going to make him come and hoped it would be memorable. Even Mitch’s voice could not pull her from her mission.
“Fuck, Stu. You should see how hot she looks with your dick in her mouth.”
“You should feel it,” Stuart said.
“Maybe next time,” Mitch said. “I’m almost done here.”
Cinda slid her gaze toward Mitch and saw his hand moved furiously now, pumping his cock in hard, fast tugs that defied her imagination. It looked painful, but she doubted a man would put himself through pain to gain his pleasure. Gripping Stuart’s hips, she took her cues from Mitch and began to move faster on Stuart’s cock. She bobbed her head faster, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth in quick, steady strokes. Each movement shoved her nose against his groin where his coarse hairs tickled her, and each withdrawal brought her to the tip where she coiled her tongue around his head and sucked hard.
Stuart’s breathing changed. She glanced up to see his chest rising and falling in hard, erratic movements. She met his hard, green stare. He seemed in another world, lost somewhere in the pleasurable sensations that coursed through his body, but he gave her a tiny smile that thrilled her heart and made her confidence soar. She wrapped one hand around his ass, letting her finger explore between the cheeks, and he bucked toward her, driving his cock deeper into her throat. She swallowed against the sudden invasion, and Stuart cupped the back of her head, holding her tight. Within seconds, his cock pulsed wildly, and a burst of fluid shot to the back of her throat. She swallowed again, gulping down his cum as his hips pumped toward her. Gripping his ass harder, she dug her fingers into the skin, holding him tight and forcing his cock even farther into her throat.
Stuart trembled then slumped forward, his hands sliding over her shoulders. His cock beat several more pulses, and she pulled away slowly, sucking the head before his cock popped from between her lips and slapped against his body. She glanced up and met his smile. He knelt on the blanket and yanked her against him, giving her a gentle but thorough kiss on the lips then collapsed in a heap.
Cinda turned in time to see Mitch drop back to the blanket. He still held his softening cock in his hand and thick ropes of creamy fluid covered his stomach. He smiled and said, “Best sex I never had.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Cinda said.
Stuart raked sweaty hair away from his face. “That was something else.”
“Hey, quit hogging the girl,” Mitch said.
Cinda dove toward him. Sh
e slid up his body, feeling the warm slide of his cum against her stomach. “There’s plenty of me for both of you.”
“That’s the kind of thing I like to hear,” Mitch said.
* * * *
Stuart practically staggered to his feet. He felt as though his strength had vanished. “Let’s get dressed.”
“I’m feeling a little bit lazy here,” Mitch said. “Why don’t you get dressed and let us take a nap?”
He curled his arm around Cinda’s shoulder and tugged her closer. Stuart knew life couldn’t get better than this. He watched Cinda snuggle into his brother’s body like she’d always been there, a bright, shining treasure in their otherwise boring existence of work, work, and more work. Not that he minded work because he loved it, and he loved the results of their work even more. He and his brother were wealthier than two men had a right to be. He studied the woman lying on the blanket. He could change her life, and she could change theirs, as well. But he had to be sure. For Mitch’s sake.
Stuart tugged on his pants. Mitch might be a lost cause, but Stuart knew how to get Cinda’s attention.
“I was thinking of taking a ride up to the clearing to check on the mine shaft.”
Cinda bolted upright. “A ride?”
Stuart cocked his head. That wasn’t exactly what he’d expected. “We could walk, but I thought—”
Cinda lurched to her feet and reached for her dress. “On the horses?” She stumbled on the blanket, trying to get her legs into the dress then shoved her arms into the sleeves before Stuart could comprehend what she’d said. Had she missed the words mine shaft? A mine shaft potentially filled with gold? She struggled with the buttons for a moment and was halfway done before she realized she’d missed one. She huffed.
Stuart shrugged into his shirt. “Sure, on the horses. They like that clearing. There’s a bigger stream up there and a pond. We could even go for a swim if—”
He grinned because Cinda had once again buttoned her dress lop-sided. She plopped to the blanket and tugged on her boots. Mitch leaned up on one elbow to watch her.
“Can I ride Goldy?” Cinda hopped to her feet. Stuart had never seen a woman dress faster in his life, though he had to admit she hadn’t done a very good job. She looked adorable, but he’d have to get her some clothes that fit. She put her hands on her hips and glanced between them. “Can I?”
Mitch seemed to be lost in some kind of haze. “Can you what?”
“Ride Goldy!” She grabbed his hand and tried to tug Mitch to his feet. “Come on! I’ve never ridden a horse before.” She finally gave up and dropped Mitch back to the blanket. She spun around and raced toward the horses.
Mitch sat up and raked the hair back from his face. “What the hell is going on? I was pretty comfortable here.”
Stuart stared as Cinda led the horses back toward the barn. They followed her without leads. He heard excited babble drift around the corner of the cottage. He shook his head. “That is not what I expected.”
Mitch yanked on his pants, lifting his ass to pull them up his legs. “We were at the shaft two days ago. Can’t we take a day off once in a while?”
Stuart shook his head and peered at Mitch. “Are you fucking with me? Just yesterday—”
“Forget about yesterday. Why do you want to go to the shaft?”
“I wasn’t actually planning on working.” Stuart glanced toward the rear of the property. “I was kind of…testing her I guess.”
Mitch tugged on his boots and glanced up as he laced them. He tugged so hard on the laces, Stuart hoped they didn’t break. It would be hard to work with unlaced boots and another trip to Deadwood wasn’t slated for a couple weeks. Mitch’s eyes spit green fire. “Testing her? What the hell is wrong with you?” Stuart glanced toward the back of the cottage, wondering the same thing. “How are we going to get her to stay if you don’t trust her?”
Stuart’s brow drew down, and he swung his face back toward his brother. “You trust her? That doesn’t sound like the Mitchell Dare I know.”
“She hasn’t touched the jar of nuggets out in the barn.”
Stuart shrugged. “And that means something to you?”
“Are you fucking kidding me? Last night she could have grabbed the gold and high-tailed it down the mountainside. If she’d have been in league with that shooter, they’d have been long gone. I sure as hell wasn’t in any condition to chase her, and you wouldn’t have left me there after being shot. She knew that.”
“So you trust her now?”
“Maybe,” Mitch said, rising to his feet. “Besides, Goldy likes her.”
“Who the hell is Goldy?”
“Our horse, dumb ass. If Goldy likes her, it’s good enough for me.”
“Since when do you give a damn what a horse thinks? Jesus, Mitch, I’m confused. What about Missy?”
“Fuck Missy. Not every woman has an agenda.”
“We don’t really know if Cinda has an agenda yet. I’d wager she’s got some kind of secret, something she needs a lot of money for. She seemed pretty determined to keep this claim and everything she found.”
“She earned it.” Mitch clapped Stuart on the back. “You’ve got to learn to be more trusting, brother.”
“I have to learn to be more trusting? Are you shitting me?”
“Let’s go!” Cinda’s urgent voice burst from the back of the cottage, prompting Mitch to reach for his shirt.
“Another gold digger would come in handy around here,” Mitch said, shrugging into his shirt. “And she’s the prettiest one I’ve ever seen.”
He walked away. Stuart smiled.
* * * *
Mitch rounded the corner and saw that Cinda had already attempted to saddle both horses. He gave the job a cursory glance then proceeded to tighten the straps. Cinda cooed softly to Goldy, running her hands over the horse’s face, then moved to the other.
“Midnight, Goldy, and I can’t wait to see the clearing,” she said.
He watched as she ran her hand down the black horse’s flank. Dark as midnight. He shook his head, smiling. “I’m glad everyone is excited, but the horses have seen the clearing plenty of times.”
Cinda bounced on the balls of her feet. “But not with me. Every experience is different depending on the company, right, girls?” Cinda poked her head around Midnight’s face. “Don’t you agree, Mitch?”
He nodded. “I imagine you’re right. I’m kind of eager to see the clearing today, too. It’s very pretty up there.”
“Do you own it?”
“Yep. Stuart and I staked out a very large claim. We studied the area and followed the traces until we determined where the mother lode might be.”
“What’s that?” Cinda scrunched her face.
“The mother lode is the principal vein. The source of the gold, usually buried in rock either deep in the earth or inside a mountain. We determined it was inside the mountain and had gradually eroded, washing some of the chunks into the stream in front of the cabin.”
“The ones I found aren’t valuable?”
“Sure, they are. Nuggets are great and can make a man rich—”
“Or woman,” Cinda said.
“Or woman,” he said, nodding. “But there’s more money to be had in finding the mother lode. Everyone wants to discover a mother lode. There’s a huge thrill that comes with finding the vein.”
Cinda put her hand over her heart. “I can’t even imagine more thrill.”
“You’re right. I remember my first glimpse of gold, winking and glittering in the water.”
Cinda laughed. “Oh, I wasn’t thinking of that.” She blushed and ducked her head toward Goldy. “I was thinking of…well, you know.”
Mitch walked toward her and cupped her face in his hands. He dropped a gentle kiss on her lips. “You’re one of a kind, aren’t you?”
She smiled prettily. “I’m not sure you could handle two of me.”
Mitch’s brow rose. “But you think you can handle two of us?”
> “I like a challenge,” Cinda said.
He leaned down to kiss her again, this time more thoroughly, but at the sound of Stuart’s voice, his hands slid from her face.
“I like a challenge, too,” Stuart said. “Let’s get going. I feel like a swim.” He slid a rifle into the carrier, grabbed the reins, and led Midnight out of the stable.
“Come on, pretty lady,” Mitch said. “Grab your horse, and let’s go.”
He loved the look that sparked in her eyes. She took the reins in her hands, and Goldy followed her out of the stable.
Mitch glanced at the jar of gold nuggets again and smiled.
Chapter 7
Cinda has never been more excited in her life. Her body could barely contain all the feelings that swamped through her. She’d done so much in the last day. She’d found gold, gotten her first real kiss, and had two men licking and stroking every part of her body. Now she knew that, even after all of that, life could get better. Being on the back of an animal that trusted you seemed like the greatest gift of all. She leaned forward and ran her hands across Goldy’s mane then leaned back into the shelter of Mitch’s arms.
They traveled up an incline, a small foothill that led to the higher hills beyond, then through a strand of woods for about an hour. She swayed in rhythm with Goldy’s movements, feeling the soft breeze on her skin and the sunlight on her face as it winked in and out of the trees. She let Mitch’s scent envelop her in a sea of aroma, the musky smell of his skin, the tangy and sharp smell of his cum on their flesh. His hand felt warm and strong where it nestled against her belly. Stuart rode ahead on Midnight. He occasionally glanced over his shoulder and gave her a smile. She’d never had a better day in her entire life.
They broke through the strand of trees to enter a large clearing filled with colorful wildflowers and dark green grass. Sunlight blazed in the center and dappled the shadows with sparkling glints of gold like nuggets in the dark waters of a stream. Across the clearing, a small river wound through the grassland, gurgling in riotous abandon and capering over rocks that dotted the bed here and there like giant stepping stones. The water collected into a large pool before it escaped the other side and ripped through the landscape to plunge down the face of a shallow cliff.
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