Cinda’s mouth dropped open.
“I’ve never seen anything so pretty in my entire life,” she murmured.
Mitch leaned down to snuggle his face in her neck. “Look in a mirror lately?”
She giggled and lifted her face toward him. His mouth settled over hers in a heart-stopping kiss. His arms tightened around her, and his mouth pressed hard against her lips, his tongue sweeping inside to capture hers.
“We’re here,” Stuart said.
Mitch reluctantly lifted his mouth from hers and gave his brother a hard stare. “You have the worst timing, you know that?”
Stuart laughed and slid from Midnight. He looped the reins around a nearby branch then strode toward them. He lifted his arms, and Cinda swung her leg over and jumped into his arms. He held her against his chest, and she wound her arms around his neck. Tilting her face, she settled her mouth against his and gave him a long, leisurely kiss, vaguely aware that Mitch had dismounted and stood tapping his boot against the ground.
“It’s going to get a little tedious taking turns,” he said.
Cinda glanced up with a smile. “Who said anything about taking turns?” She wiggled in Stuart’s arms, and he released her. She dropped to the ground and gave them a smile. “No one said you couldn’t both have me at once. I assume that’s possible, right?” Their mouths dropped open. “You said earlier you were getting me ready, so I figured it out on my own. But after our swim.”
She turned and raced toward the pond. She stripped off her clothes as she ran, leaving a trail of cloth and footwear. She glanced over her shoulder, laughing as she watched them follow.
She dove in, and her heart nearly stopped at the icy chill of the water. When she surfaced, the breath stuttered in her chest, and she pulled in a huge gulp of air then dove back down. She swam underwater to the center of the pool, relishing the feel of the icy water on her hot skin. She burst upwards, flinging hair away from her face. She treaded water, trying to find enough breath to speak. Her teeth chattered. “You didn’t warn me it was so cold.”
“You didn’t ask,” Mitch said. He cautiously entered the water, sinking lower and lower as he walked away from the bank.
“Smartest thing she’s probably ever done.” Stuart followed Mitch into the water and dove underneath. When he surfaced near her, he shook himself like a wet dog. Mitch was still only waist deep. Stuart turned to Cinda. “He’s such a pussy.”
“I’m wounded, remember?”
“And you’re a lot smarter than we are,” Cinda said. “I think my heart stopped.”
She swam for several minutes, circling them and watching as Stuart splashed his brother with water, trying to get him to take the plunge. Finally, Mitch dove beneath the surface and came up sputtering.
“Jesus, that’s fucking cold. Why do we come here?”
Cindy kicked and swam toward him. “Because it’s the most beautiful place on earth?”
Mitch smiled. “That could be it.”
Cinda rolled to her back and floated, staring upwards at the deep blue sky. The hot sun blazed down on her chilled skin and warmed her slightly. She closed her eyes and drifted in peace and silence, the only sounds coming from the two men as they swam through the pond with smooth, even glides, sending tiny ripples splashing over her body. She thought about their hands, their mouths, and the hard cock that she’d licked and sucked. Her stomach clenched with a grinding ache. Her pussy spasmed, and her clit began to vibrate as she remembered their heated touches and the thrill of their tongues seeking hers.
She wanted them. Now.
She rolled over and began a slow crawl to the edge of the pool. She walked onto the bank, smoothing her hands over her body to push away droplets of water, then wringing out her hair and pulling it over her shoulder. She turned to find both men treading water in the center, their eyes locked on her with heated gazes.
“Anyone want to warm me up?”
They didn’t answer. They started to swim, each glancing at the other as their arms plowed through the water. When they reached the bank, they both stumbled trying to get out of the pond. Cinda dropped to the grass and stretched her arms over her head. She wiggled her body and lifted her hips.
“I’m all yours. Do what you like.”
The men dropped to the grass. Cinda thought the day couldn’t get better, but she was wrong.
* * * *
Mitch gazed down at the beautiful woman stretched out beside him like the best present he’d ever gotten in his life. Her hair shone in the sunlight, blazing against the dark green of the grass, the luminous shimmer he’d previously associated only with gold. The sunlight paled in comparison to the brightness of the smile that skimmed her lips. Her blue eyes seemed a beacon, luring him closer, promising him everything.
He dropped to his knees and cupped her breast, and her body arched toward him, pressing the rounded mound of aching temptation into his hand. The softness of her skin continued to amaze him. He leaned over and sucked a nipple into his mouth, and she gave a soft moan as she threaded her fingers through his hair and tugged him closer. He sucked hard, drawing her skin into his mouth and tasting the cool freshness of the water mixed with the taste of hot, enticing woman.
Reaching between her legs, he pushed two fingers into her pussy. They slid in easily, gliding on the moisture of her body. The warmth felt incredible on his cold skin. He suddenly wanted to eat her again, push his tongue into her recesses to lick her juice, and suck her swollen clit to feel the burning throb as it pulsed in pleasure. Her pussy spasmed, and her inner muscles gripped his fingers. Despite his frozen skin, his cock burst to life, growing, lengthening, and pounding in want. What he really wanted right now was to thrust into her, feel her muscles clench around his cock until he was drained and milked dry. He wanted her legs to wrap around his and feel the tightening of her body as she came. He needed to see desire and pure want in her eyes. Then he would know he’d made the right choice.
He circled her clit with his thumb, and she rolled toward him, gripping his cock in her hand. It pulsed wildly, wanting to bury in her soft, warm flesh. He lifted his face, her nipple popping out of his mouth with a wet noise. She raised her hand and cupped his jaw, staring into his eyes.
“Fuck me, Mitch. Put your cock into me and make me come.” She tugged on his dick, drawing it toward her heat.
Her eyes blazed with dark blue fire, simmering with heat. His body burst into flames beneath her gaze. He rolled, and she moved smoothly, her hips lifting as she straddled his thighs. Holding his cock, she lowered herself down onto his body, his dick sinking into a hot, burning pussy that clenched around him and felt like nothing he’d felt in his life.
When Cinda moaned, and her head dropped forward, he was lost.
* * * *
Stuart watched his brother’s cock being engulfed inch by inch by Cinda’s swollen pussy. The soft blond hair above her pussy glistened with her juices in the rays of the sun. He’d never seen anything so arousing in his life. He raked the hair back from his face, staring as Mitch’s hands wrapped around her hips and slowly lifted and pulled. Cinda rode him, her thighs clenching and releasing as she rose then dropped back down, each time sinking farther onto the hard, pulsing cock that drove into her.
He thought vaguely of leaving them alone to enjoy some time together, but her words came back to him like a bolt of lightning splitting through a dark sky.
No one said you couldn’t both have me at once.
If that hadn’t been an invitation, he didn’t know what was. Time to take matters into his own hands and see what fate brought.
He moved behind them and swung one leg across Mitch’s. His brother cast a glance toward him then immediately went back to gazing at the face of the woman above him. Stuart slid his hands around her, cupping her full, bouncing breasts, and squeezed. She rolled her head, and her damp hair skittered across his chest, tickling and causing his dick to lunge against her back. He flicked her nipples with his thumbs then took them between hi
s fingers, rolling and tugging to match the rhythm of his brother’s thrusts into her pussy. She flung her head back against Stuart’s chest, and he saw her bite her lip, tugging that luscious flesh into her mouth.
“Harder,” she whispered.
Stuart didn’t know if she meant him or Mitch, but he twisted her nipples harder, and she jerked backwards at the same time Mitch gave a powerful thrust. She groaned and slumped forward, almost limp against his hands.
He moved one hand between her legs and began to finger her clit. Her body shivered then almost quaked in his arms. She was so wet, so ready, and so lost in the sensations pulsing through her pussy. He slid his finger up and down over the wet, swollen nub, gathering her juices then moved his hand under her ass.
When she lifted, he ran his wet finger between her cheeks and plunged into her small hole. She jerked upwards and clenched against him but immediately pressed backwards, pushing his finger deeper inside. He let her set the movement. As she rode Mitch, his finger slid in and out of her hole with swift but gentle thrusts. He moved his other hand back to her breast, gathering it in his hand, and felt the thundering beat of her heart.
He took advantage of her preoccupation. He removed his finger and heard a soft sound of protest escape her lip. He spit on his hand, then reached again, spearing two fingers inside of her. She gasped but pushed backwards with a groan.
“Lord’s mercy, Stuart. More. Give me more.”
He aimed to please. He withdrew and spit again, then thrust three fingers into her, twisting gently. She rolled her hips, forward then backwards, then side to side, forcing his fingers deeper as her ass clenched down hard.
“Your cock, Stu,” she murmured.
He lifted his gaze to Mitch who looked back with hooded eyes and smiled. Mitch reached out and slid his finger down Cinda’s clit. Cinda clamped down hard on his fingers, and Stuart couldn’t wait another minute.
He tugged on his cock and withdrew his finger. He wiped his pre-cum between her ass cheeks then spit again, coating his dick as best he could. He lined up the head, and as her body trembled with Mitch’s stroking, he shoved forward, his cock sinking an inch into her ass.
Cinda’s head dropped forward, and her hands curled into fists against Mitch’s chest. “Don’t stop. Deeper.”
Deeper was something Stuart could do. He wasn’t a miner for nothing.
* * * *
Cinda tensed for a split second then let her mind loose. She concentrated on the touch of Mitch’s finger gliding over her clit. The sensations crested and swelled, forcing all other thoughts from her mind as he pressed in small circles, driving her higher and higher to chase that elusive rabbit. When her body trembled again, she knew it was close. She drove backwards just as Stuart drove forward, impaling her on his cock. Mitch continued to finger her clit until the wave swamped her and pulled her under, deeper and deeper until her breath stuttered and she gasped for air. Her body released with a violent shudder, her pussy pulsing against Mitch’s cock, gripping tight. Mitch came with a shudder of his own, his cum bursting through her with such force his cock throbbed with a terrifying rhythm within her. Mitch gripped her hips, yanking her down hard and held her tight as his cock beat against the walls of her pussy.
Stuart continued to move, his cock gliding in and out of her ass with a pressure and grind that threatened to steal her control. But as Mitch’s cock pulsed with tiny aftershocks, he continued to rock inside her. She leaned forward and rubbed her clit against the coarse hairs on Mitch’s pelvis. The scratch and slide of them tightened her clit into a hard bud that began to pulse once again. When she felt Stuart’s hand tighten on her waist, digging hard into her flesh, she pressed hard and came again with a violent explosion of sensation. Her pussy and ass muscles clenched, and Stuart bucked against her.
A wave of warm liquid shot into her then dripped down the crease of her ass. She drew in a deep breath and practically collapsed against Mitch. He wrapped his arms around her, and she buried her face in his chest.
Slowly Stuart withdrew from her, and the warmth and pressure of him vanished. Vaguely aware of the splash as he dove back into the pond, she nestled closer against Mitch until she felt his lips in her hair.
“You’re a treasure,” Cinda murmured, “both of you. I never thought I’d be so rich.”
Mitch just tightened his arms around her.
“You about ready to cool down?” She rolled over to find Stuart staring down at them.
“Not at all,” Cinda said. She’d never felt so wonderful, so warm and at peace.
“Oh, I think you are.”
Stuart hunkered down and reached out. Icy water dripped down on her heated flesh, causing her to jerk into a sitting position. Mitch pulled her back to the grass, and Stuart held out a smooth, flat stone and laid it on the tip of her breast. Her skin erupted into goose flesh, and the nipple pebbled. He trailed the stone down the valley between her breasts, across the taut, tense line of her stomach and into the crease of her pussy lips, touching the cold rock to the hot, swollen nub of her clit.
She reached up and yanked Stuart toward her, devouring his mouth with hers. His tongue slid into her mouth, sweeping through every inch of it as he plunged two cold fingers into her pussy. He curled them upwards, stroking and teasing, and trying to coax her into an orgasm. She was happy to go anywhere he led. When Mitch reached out and pressed down on the cold stone against her clit, she shivered, and he slowly rubbed it back and forth.
Stuart stopped teasing her. His fingers slid in and out of her wet pussy with determination, thrusting hard and fast as Mitch tightened the rock on her clit and moved it in tight little circles. She arched her back, and her legs tensed. Her body exploded in another rush of dizzying sensation. She trembled and gasped, her heart thundering with a wild, primitive beat in her chest. She didn’t know where this side of her had come from, but she had every intention of keeping it forever.
Mitch leaned down and gave her a kiss, followed by his brother. The sun felt so warm on her sweaty skin. When they drew away, she was so sated and satisfied, she curled up on her side and tucked her arm under her head. She watched them both dive back into the pond but couldn’t stop from drifting off to sleep.
* * * *
She blinked her eyes and sat up. The men had disappeared, but Goldy and Midnight chomped contently on some blades of grass. She grabbed her clothes and pulled them over her body, noticing the slight twinges in her over-used muscles and in her thoroughly satisfied private parts. Not that she was complaining because she wasn’t. She’d happily feel like this every day for the rest of her life.
She patted the horses, peering through the dim light. The men hadn’t been kidding when they said sunlight disappeared early in the woods. The sun had already ducked behind the hills and bathed the clearing in heavy shadows. She went to the pond and splashed some water on her sweaty face then tucked her hair behind her ears. After glancing around, she decided to walk a little bit north to see the creek.
She’d walked about ten minutes when a glimmer of dazzling light caught her attention. Her heart sped up, and she hunkered down. There, amid the rocks and debris, lay a chunk of gold the size of her palm. She dipped her hand into the icy water and scooped it up, pressing into the sides, examining it from all angles. She held it up to what meager light she could find.
It’s bigger than the others. And so beautiful. I could make a fortune with this.
“But it’s not mine,” she said. “I don’t have a claim.”
She gave it one last look then reluctantly pushed it into her pocket and continued walking. After another few minutes, she heard Mitch’s voice. “There she is!”
She turned to see them rounding a bend around a strand of trees. She sauntered toward them, digging the gold out of her pocket. She put her hands behind her back and gave them a big smile.
“Wanna see something?”
“Love to,” Stuart said.
She held out her hand then turned her fist over and opened he
r fingers. Both men glanced at the gold then at each other. The looks on their faces made her stomach feel funny, and her heart sank. They didn’t trust her after all.
“I wasn’t going to keep it,” Cinda said. “Really I wasn’t. Just saying the truth. Mitch said it works in most situations, and I should try it. Since I found the nugget on your property, it belongs to you. Take it.” She swung her hand back and forth between them but they ignored her. She shook her fist. “Guys? Please. Someone take it before I change my mind.”
Stuart glanced at the gold again then peered at her. He cupped her elbow and pulled her closer. “Where did you find it?”
“Where? Well…right here.” She swept out her arm to encompass the entire stream.
Mitch’s brows drew down. “In this stream?”
She nodded. “I figure maybe it’s just too heavy. It sank down and hasn’t managed to travel very far yet like the smaller ones could.”
Stuart finally took the gold from her hand. “Cinda, this stream doesn’t converge with the one by the cottage.”
“It doesn’t?”
Stuart shook his head. “No. It goes through the pond, drops down a ridge, and parallels the small one, but in the ravine behind the cottage.”
Cinda pursed her lips. “What does that mean?”
Mitch smiled. “It means, sugarbunch, you may have found another vein.”
Her eyes widened. “Really? That’s a good thing, right?”
“A very good thing,” Mitch said. “We might all get a little richer.”
Stuart tugged on her waistband and pulled her closer. He dropped the chunk of gold into her pocket. Puzzled, she reached inside and wrapped her hand around it. “I’ll hold on to it till we get back to the cabin. It’s safe with me.”
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