Edie Earns Her Saddle

by Edie Earns Her Saddle (lit)

  “I have a feeling you’re still tight, Edie. We’ve gotta loosen you up.”

  With that, Seth pressed a finger into her ass, and she groaned at the exquisite pressure.

  “More, Seth,” she begged like the wanton they turned her into. She wiggled her ass in the air for him, making sure her clit brushed Jason’s hardness. “Please.”

  His finger pushed farther into her and pressed, stretching her bit by bit. She propelled herself between them, alternately rubbing herself against Jason and pressing herself back into Seth’s intimate touch.

  When he inserted another finger, Edie heard herself let out a mewling noise and pistoned her hips faster until the wave rising inside of her crested and broke. Unashamed, Edie threw her head back and rode it out, not slowing her pace. They made her greedy with her lust, insatiable, and she wanted more.

  Jason’s big hands cupped her face and guided her lips toward his. He took her screams into himself, his mouth muffling her moans as she moved against him, over him.

  “I’m taking you now,” he growled.

  Edie felt herself being lifted in his arms as he positioned her, then pressed her down on the thick head of his cock. She chanted his name as she sank onto him inch by inch, his eyes holding hers the whole way down. His width stretched her almost to the point of pain, and she loved it. Loved how heavy he felt inside her, how gently he tried to move when he first entered her.

  When she felt Seth’s cock asking entrance to her ass, she stilled. Seth’s hand caressed her hips while he pressed against her, the tight ring at her backside stubbornly resisting the pressure he created.

  “Relax for me, Edie.” Seth’s voice sounded strained to her ears. She tried to do as he said, but with Jason seated so fully inside her and the excitement for what was about to happen mounting, she found it difficult. She pressed against him instead, crying out when his head entered her.

  “Edie, you’re so tight. You squeeze me so good.”

  The pressure. The fullness. “Please, Seth.”

  He pressed into her harder, and Edie felt her body trying to accommodate his cock. When she felt him enter her fully, she let out a huge breath, and the pressure bloomed into something different, something darkly erotic.

  Seth pulled out of her slowly, then pressed back in. Edie felt every thick inch of him and relished in the heat he created as Jason followed Seth’s movements. Her clit dragged against Jason’s cock every time he pressed into her, and when he reached up with his mouth and sucked a nipple between his lips, Edie felt a rush of arousal between her legs.

  Seth picked up the pace, surging in and out her, slapping her ass with the palm of his hand as he rode her.

  “That’s it, Edie. Your body sucks me in like it doesn’t want me to leave,” Seth crooned against her flesh as he kissed her between her shoulder blades. His gentle passion went straight through her, the press of his lips like a kiss against her most intimate flesh.

  Edie felt the orgasm building in her. Jason must have felt it, too, because he sucked harder on her breast and pressed his thumb between their bodies and directly against her clit.

  “She’s about to come, Seth.” The heat in his gaze burned her.

  “I know. I can feel her gripping me tighter.”

  “Who do you belong to, Edie?” Jason asked.

  “Y–you,” she gasped.

  He wound a hand in her hair and pulled her down to him, the satisfaction on his face evident. “Don’t you forget that. Now come for us.”

  She did. It rose up in her, strong and hard, and she shook with the force of it. Her fingers grasped Jason’s arms like claws, her mind searching for something solid to hold her together before she broke into pieces.

  Their grunts echoed around her as they pumped into her, jostling her with their force. She felt the moment they tensed and released into her, and she absorbed their passion like it was her own.

  When it was over, she lay between them, her leg thrown over Seth’s while her head rested in the crook of Jason’s arm. His fingers played with her breasts, lingering over her nipples before he kissed the top of her head and sat up, leaning on one elbow.

  “Come home with us,” he said.

  Edie felt her eyes widen. “What?”

  “Come home with us tomorrow,” Seth repeated for his brother. He took her hand in his and kissed her fingertips before placing a kiss in the center of her palm.

  Her heart flip flopped in her chest when he sent a hopeful look her way, the soft look in his eyes making something tighten inside her.

  “I–I never...I mean, it’s just that I—”

  “You belong to us now, and we belong to you,” Seth said. “We want you to see where we come from. We want to show you our home.”

  “All right. I’ll go.”

  Jason leaned over her and brushed a kiss on her cheek. He lingered next to her and said, “You know what that means, cupcake?”

  Something about the way his deep voice sounded made her pussy clench. “N–no.”

  A broad grin broke out over Seth’s face, and the mischievous glint returned full force in his eyes. “We can show you our little toy chest.”

  Chapter Nine

  Edie parked her Prius next to Seth’s Toyota Tundra and stepped out of it. They told her they would be waiting for her on the front porch, but she did not see them. Hmm. That was odd. They were always where they said they would be.

  She walked around her car and toward the large country style house with a huge wrap-around porch fully equipped with a bench swing and rocking chairs. The place held a certain warm charm that Edie suspected was from the family that lived in it. She firmly believed that homes absorbed their owners’ auras, and judging from the aura surrounding the Chisholm family compound, they were a closely knit family.

  Edie took the steps leading up to the porch slowly and admired the house’s white siding, green shutters with crescent moon designs on top, and the countless windows. She imagined the inside would have hard wood floors that creaked, echoed when people walked and that the kitchen would be the epitome of country quaint. She could not wait to see how Jason and Seth’s mother decorated her home.

  She raised her hand to knock on the door when she saw smoke rising on the horizon. Curious, she walked to the far edge of the porch and leaned over the railing, shielding her eyes with her hand.

  What on earth? Was there a fire in town or at the B&B?

  Edie reached into her purse and dug around for her cell phone. She needed to call Lena to make sure everything was all right with the B&B. Where was her phone? She took her yellow wallet, her car keys, her travel size sketch pad, and the little tin container she kept her sketching pencils in and put them on the porch railing. She dug around in her purse a little more.

  Ah. Success.

  She hit the speed dial on her phone and tucked it between her shoulder and chin while she threw everything back in her purse. She glanced up toward the horizon, and her breath caught in her throat.

  “Hey, Edie, what’s up?” Lena’s voice said over the line.

  “Just a minute,” Edie managed to say before she stared at one of the dirt trails that led toward the house.

  “Edie, what’s going on? I thought you were at dinner over at the Chisholms’.”

  Lena’s voice sounded far away. “Yeah. I am. I just thought I saw something, but I was wrong.”

  “Well, what did you think you saw?”

  “It’s going to sound really stupid—”

  “Like I haven’t heard that before.”

  “—but I thought I saw smoke on the horizon, so I wanted to call you and make sure the B&B was all right. But right after I called you, I realized that’s not smoke at all.”

  “Well, what is it?”

  “It’s dust.”

  “A cloud of dust? Okay, you’re going to have to clarify. Wait, Edie.” For a few moments, Lena’s voice sounded muffled. “No, Brock, y’all don’t have to go and get her. I think she’s fine. You’re fine, right, Ed
ie? We don’t have to go get you from anywhere?”

  “No. I’m fine. Totally fine. Ridiculously turned on, but I’m fine.”

  “Oh.” Lena’s tone went conspiratorial. “What’s going on?”

  “You know, Lena, I’m really feeling a new appreciation for cowboys.”

  “Really?” She drew the word out.

  “Oh, yeah. Jason and Seth are driving the cattle in, and boy, do they look sexy doing it.”

  “I can only imagine.” Lena’s laughter sounded over the phone. “You wrangle up some lovin’ from your cowboys and call me about it later. I want details. Love you, hon.”

  “You, too.”

  Edie threw her cell phone into her purse and let her eyes take in the sight of her men in their natural element. They were so sexy and masculine riding their horses and wearing their white button-down shirts and cowboy hats. She felt her pussy clench at the sight and knew her panties were soaked with her arousal. She squeezed her thighs together and refrained from running up to them, tearing their clothes off, and hopping on their dicks.

  She’d save that for later.

  For now, she contented herself by watching her men as they drew closer, Jason and Seth commanding their cattle with the utmost control and focus. She loved how their bodies moved in time with their horses and how they rode with innate confidence and pride. They were beautiful, both of them. They looked so rugged and hard. Utterly mouthwatering.

  Edie watched them corral the animals into their pens and head toward the stables. That’s when Jason slowed his mount and glanced over his shoulder. She saw his face break out into a smile, and her stomach melted into her shoes. She could not control the elation that went through her whenever he smiled at her, touched her, kissed her.

  Seth glanced over at his brother, then followed Jason’s gaze and waved at Edie when he saw her. He kicked his mount to a trot and headed straight toward her, grinning the entire time. Her heart sped up, and she felt herself smiling back. She managed a small wave and decided to meet him at the porch steps.

  “Hey, gorgeous,” Seth said when he pulled up next to her.

  Edie took a step back when his horse leered at her, but Seth stopped her.

  “It’s all right. Just offer her your fist. She’s real nice. I promise.”

  Edie did as he said, but the horse’s mouth looked bigger than Edie’s entire face. And the horse itself was huge and muscular. She was a deep chestnut, and while Edie immediately fell in love with the color, she did not particularly care for animals that could stomp on her and kill her.

  “Okay. I’m trusting you, missy. Don’t eat my hand.”

  Seth snorted at her obvious discomfort. Edie shot him her best evil eye.

  “Her name’s Eleanor Rigby Chisholm. And she likes you just fine. Don’t you, girl?” Seth leaned over and ran his hand over Eleanor’s neck and patted her when she nickered.

  “Nice Beatles reference. Are you sure she likes me, though? She keeps staring at me.”

  “That’s ‘cause you keep starin’ at her, baby cakes. Come on. We’ll give you a ride to the stables.” Seth leaned down and offered a glove-covered hand to her.

  Edie looked at his proffered hand, at Eleanor’s dark eyes, and back at Seth’s handsome face.

  “I don’t know about that. Why don’t you just get a head start, and I’ll meet you.”

  “Nope. Not an option.” Seth’s hand shot out and gently snagged Edie’s wrist. “Come on.” He leaned down and wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her up into the saddle in front of him.

  “What the hell are you doing?” she shrieked.

  “Hey, now, calm down. You’re freaking her out.”

  “No, she’s freaking me out! Oh, my God, she’s moving. Seth! Make her stop!”

  “Shh.” He gathered her up tight against his chest with one arm and held the reins in the other. “Calm down. You’re fine.” He dropped a kiss on her cheek. “She’s not going to bite your foot or anything. Relax, Edie. I’ve got you.”

  “Yeah, right. That’s what you say whenever—” She broke off and felt her cheeks flush.

  “Whenever I’m inside you and you’re too scared of losing control so you fight coming?”

  It felt so foreign to her to have something moving under her. Her body swayed and rocked with Eleanor’s steps, and she snuggled back into Seth’s hard body for balance.

  He was so close to her. She felt his breath against her neck and something hard pressing against her back. The hand holding her waist slipped along her side and landed on her leg where it met her hip.

  “I like this dress, Edie.” His teeth rasped against her earlobe, and her pussy fluttered in her panties. “It looks good with your little cowgirl boots.”

  His hand skimmed over her dress until it reached the hem of her dress.

  “Thank you. They’re not real leather. They look like it, though, don’t they? I got them in town and—”

  “Edie?” he interrupted.

  “Hmm?”

  “Shh.”

  He took the glove off his hand and slipped his fingers under her skirt.

  She tensed.

  “Seth. We’re still passing by your house! The windows!”

  “Don’t worry about it. They can’t see what I’m doing. They’re looking at my left side, not the side that really counts. And besides, your dress hides my hand.”

  His lips feathered light kisses on her neck as his fingers reached higher and higher until they brushed the elastic of her panties.

  “Seth,” she whispered. Her voice sounded low and husky now.

  “Yes?”

  His fingertips slid under the material covering her mound and slipped inside, brushing the lightest caress over her clit.

  “Never mind. Just touch me.”

  She felt him growl low in his chest. “Tilt your hips toward my hand. Yeah. Just like that, Edie. Your clit is swollen for me.” She whimpered as he touched it with bolder strokes. “Lean back into me. I want to touch your pussy.”

  Edie bit down on her lip to keep from crying out when she felt a finger press into her.

  “Damn, you’re tight. You’re gonna grip my cock so hard and so sweet later tonight. We’re going to eat your delicious pussy until you can’t stop coming. Then we’re going to tie you up and fuck you until your voice hurts from screaming so much.” He circled over her clit and pressed harder. The pleasure wound through her body in little bursts. “Then we’re gonna do it again.”

  “Two fingers, Seth.”

  He nipped the side of her neck. “What, Edie? I didn’t hear you.”

  “Don’t you lie, Seth.”

  “Watch that sexy mouth of yours, baby cakes. You might not get what you want.”

  “Two fingers. Now, Seth. Please.”

  “I’ll be happy to oblige you this time.”

  He plunged his fingers into her, and Edie sank her nails into his denim covered leg. She felt his knuckles at her entrance and held in her mewling cry. He was in so deep, and she still wanted more. She wanted his thick cock buried in her body as far as it could go, and she wanted Jason in her ass.

  No matter how many cries she managed to hold in until that point, when Seth pressed the heel of his hand against her clit and circled it in time with his finger plunging into her pussy, Edie could not fight it anymore. She cried out and gripped him harder. Thankfully, they were no longer within viewing distance of the house.

  “You’re close, aren’t you, Edie?”

  “Y–yes.”

  “You know how I can tell?”

  “How?”

  “Your pussy starts pulsing around my fingers. It’s light at first. But when you get close, your little cunt starts trembling. Especially when I do this.” He pressed his palm harder against her clit, and she thrashed against him. “I love how you do that. I can feel every tremor, every vibration.”

  She was on the edge. One more good flick over her bud and she would tumble over.

  “Seth. Finish me. Please.�
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  “You want to come?”

  “Yes, yes. Make me come, Seth!”

  She did not care that her cries grew louder. She did not care that she thrashed around on the saddle so much that Seth had to pull her closer. She spread her legs as wide as she could and rubbed herself on the heel of his hand. Seth pulled his fingers out of her cunt and gently pinched her clit, and the first spark of her orgasm pierced through her.

  “Yes, yes, yes. Right there.”

  He circled his fingertips around her, and she came, shaking and screaming, against his hand. From the smallest conscious part of her mind, she heard herself chanting his name while her head thrashed around on his chest, but she did not care.

  All of a sudden, her world spun and tumbled around her. She struggled, trying to find her equilibrium.

  “Shh, cupcake. I’ve got you.”

  Then she realized that Jason carried her in his strong arms toward the stables.

  “You look so beautiful when you come hard like that. I have to have you. Now.”

  He carried her inside the stable doors, then pivoted around and pressed her back against the wall. He lifted up her dress, hooked his thumbs in her panties, and threw them over his shoulder. Then in one swift, smooth move, he unzipped his jeans and pulled his engorged dick out of his jeans. He lifted her leg, wrapped it around his waist, and plunged inside her.

  There was nothing Edie could do but clutch at his shoulders and position her hips to better accept him. His hard thrusts pinned her to the wall, but somehow he managed to drag his dick over her sensitized clit with his strokes.

  “You wrap around me so tight,” his gravelly voice whispered into her ear.

  She hung on the edge between pleasure and exquisite pain as her body struggled toward orgasm. But her clit just felt too sensitive.

  “Jason. Jason, wait—”

  He uttered a curse and pulled away from her just enough to put his hand between them and yank the neck of her dress down. Her tits spilled into his hand, and he sucked one into his mouth before she even processed what happened.

  Edie shrieked when she fell over the edge into the deep pool of pleasure only they could give her. She clung to him as her body came apart in his hands.