by Regale, Rhea
Drawing her lips to his crown, she sealed her mouth around his tip and sucked him into her mouth. Craig groaned, a deep, rolling sound that reverberated in her muscles. She drank in the tangy flavor of his juice, milking more with each hard suckle. His fingers tightened in her hair as she pumped his cock, taking him into the back of her throat and stroking the vein along the underside of his shaft.
“God, Amanda, that’s so damn nice,” Craig murmured, gently rocking his hips into her. She took him deeper, swallowing his head, and let out a soft purr. He jerked. “Holy hell.”
“Don’t be suckin’ him off. Let him sink deep inside that hot, wet pussy before he comes,” Brody said. He pinched her ass, and she squealed, pulling off Craig’s cock and falling into Brody. He cupped the side of her cheek and chuckled. “You look so smokin’ sexy suckin’ cock.”
“I could’ve looked sexier doin’ it to you, but you’re so eager to put your dick elsewhere,” Mandy teased, wiggling her ass against his muscular thigh. Craig lowered himself to the mat and held his hand out for her. His mouthwatering cock had been sheathed in the short time she wasn’t looking.
“Come here, sweetheart.” Craig leaned back onto one elbow. Mandy took his hand and shifted toward him. Brody held her hips as she climbed over Craig, coming to settle astride his hips, her hands braced on either side of his chest. “Think we’ve played long enough.”
“Oh yeah,” Brody agreed, the tip of his dick nudging her rear.
Mandy wasn’t given a chance to prepare when Craig thrust into her, seating himself to the hilt with one slick motion. She whimpered, dropping her head forward as her body riveted beneath his sudden assault, the pleasure of having him inside her cinching those loosened coils of heat once more. He drew out to the crown and thrust in once again, strumming her molten nerves.
Brody snapped open her bra, and it fell down her arms. Craig quickly helped discard it as Brody positioned himself against her rear, holding her steady. The cool essence of lube slid between her rear valley, the pressure of Brody’s cock lodging against her rear hole.
“You let me know if I’m hurtin’ you,” he said, and began the slow journey of slipping inside her, keeping her suspended over Craig. She looked up at Craig and licked her bottom lip. His nostrils flared, and his hand came up and brushed curls from her face. Fine lines etched his forehead as he strained to remain still.
“You fine?” he asked quietly.
Mandy tried to form a sentence that could explain just how fine she felt. Brody’s cock stretched her anus, pressing against the walls of her body, stirring awake all those amazing nerves she was only beginning to understand.
She squeezed down on Craig’s cock. Both of her cowboys groaned. Brody’s fingers tightened around her hips.
“Wait, doll. Don’t go huggin’ me yet. I’m almost in.”
She was done waiting. She’d waited three years for Craig to move from friendship to relationship. Hell, she waited over a decade to catch Brody’s attention.
“Brody,” she gasped, glancing back and tipping her ass into him. He slid deeper, but she was losing Craig. “Damn you two. You’re drivin’ me nuts.” She caught Craig’s stressed expression and cinched her pussy muscles again. His upper lip pulled back. “Fuck me, love me, do somethin’ before I become a writhin’ puddle of anxiety.”
“Brode, there ain’t no more waitin’,” Craig said and thrust his cock deep inside her body. Mandy’s knees slid further apart to greedily take every inch of his length.
“Yes, that’s it,” Mandy cooed, her body full with Craig and Brody, the tensions vibrating through her womb, ready to explode. Brody reached around her and cupped her breasts, pulling her off Craig. She leaned back into him, the sharp pinches of his fingers against her nipples sending shock waves of heightened pleasure bouncing off every organ in her body. She moaned, reaching one arm around his neck, allowing her cowboys to set the rhythm of each thrust and pump. Brody raised a hand to her chin and tilted her head back. His mouth lowered to her throat and kissed her like a starved baby. Soft grunts left his lips, his rhythm never breaking.
Craig pushed up and lifted her free breast, bringing her nipple to his lips. Mandy cried out as he sucked her sensitive pebble into his wicked mouth and lashed at her burning flesh with his tongue. He was merciless in taking her, as was Brody, and she rode her wild abandon with each slide and stroke of their cocks. Her mind whirled, her thoughts nothing but a mixture of sensations.
“My god, you two are so deep,” she murmured, rocking against them seated completely inside her pussy and anus. Her clit hummed loudly, the dense delight Craig’s dick elicited from her G-spot leaving her panting. She sank her fingers into Craig’s hair and held him to her. She tightened her grip on Brody. “Let me come. Please.”
“Craig?” Brody asked. Craig groaned against her skin and tugged back, nipping her nipple. She sucked in a sharp breath, the dull thud from the pain melting into slick deliciousness.
“We’re waitin’ on you now, sweetheart. Break apart all you want. Let Brody and I feel how much you love us consumin’ you,” Craig said. He arched his hips into hers and worked back and forth while Brody rocked against her ass.
Mandy’s fingers clenched. She let out a short breath and gasped. “Craig, you and Brody are hittin’ so many places, I–I’m fallin’ so fast.”
“We’ll catch you, baby,” Brody murmured. He drew his tongue from her shoulder to her ear and nibbled her earlobe. Goose bumps exploded over her skin. The drumming of her clit stoked the molten fire she wanted so damn bad. Craig didn’t stop hitting her right where she wanted him most. The nerves between her clit and her G-spot connected, releasing a powerful rush of heady delight tearing through her.
“Oh, oh, ohhh!” She screamed, holding desperately to her cowboys as she flew off the brink of sane thought and plummeted through the swirling haze of raw bliss. Tremors racked her muscles, threatening to melt away.
“Holy hell. I can feel how hard you’re comin’, and it feels goddamn incredible.” Brody sank into her anus. “Everythin’, everythin’ is so fuckin’ hot.”
Craig’s thrusts grew more desperate, strumming her pulsating muscles, keeping her spiraling in the void of pure pleasure longer and longer until his roar filled the night, entwining with her softening whimpers.
“Damn it,” Brody growled. His movements were far more gentle, but she detected the moment he swelled inside her. His breaths splayed over her neck, even though he didn’t kiss her anymore. His fingers gripped her hips tightly. “Aw, hell!”
He rode his climax as Mandy floated to the end of her pleasure. Craig dropped on the mat, his eyes closed, a hand against his forehead. He fought for each intake of air, his chest rising and falling fast.
“You are sinful, baby,” Brody whispered, his voice reflecting a residual tremor. He rested his forehead against her shoulder, his hips still gently rocking over her ass. Unable to hold herself up any longer, she folded forward and spread out over Craig’s body.
Mandy listened to the rapid pace of his heart and absorbed the heavy breaths that hit her shoulder. She swallowed, slowly leveling out her breaths until her body stopped shaking. Craig clung to her from the front, Brody from the back. A small smile twitched the corners of her mouth. God, she couldn’t ask for anything more special, more right, than lying between these two men, knowing they both loved her as much as she loved them.
After a short time, Brody eased his cock from her anus and climbed to his feet. Craig tucked her against his arm and rolled her onto her side, keeping himself lodged inside her pussy.
“How’re you feelin’, sweetheart?” he asked.
“Wonderful.”
Mandy blinked back the onset of sleep until Brody joined them, stretching out along her back. He draped an arm around her waist and kissed her shoulder blade.
She was complete, entirely complete, tucked between her two cowboys beneath the endless night sky, the warmth of the fire at their feet blanketing her legs while the stro
ng, hot planes of their bodies blanketed the rest of her body. No money-hungry woman would ever come between them because what she had with Craig and Brody could not be broken. They shared a special love, and that love would shine as long as the moon rose and the stars twinkled, and the crops grew and the cattle grazed.
She had Ryder love, and their love was the true rose hidden in the cornfield.
Chapter Nineteen
Three months later
Mandy placed the last ornament on the garland and stepped back. Heidi nodded her approval after a small tweak.
“It was crooked,” she justified. Mandy rolled her eyes to the ceiling and laughed.
“Perfectionist.”
“That’s you, girl. Not me. Remember how I pour coffee when those truckers get outta line?” Heidi said.
“I’m glad I ain’t your customer.”
Heidi nudged her arm and motioned to the kitchen. “I’m gonna give your mommas a hand with the popcorn.” She waggled her brow, whispering, “You can have a quickie on that ladder,” and skipped out of the living room.
Mandy turned to her handsome cowboy on the top of the ladder. Over the last three months, the nightmare Caroline threatened them with had been efficiently snuffed out. Larry’s paternity test came back, identifying him as the toddler’s father. The potential disaster Caroline’s empty rape claim proposed had been diverted when a small town tabloid called up Brody’s manager. They quickly learned the woman behind the accusation was being charged for blackmail and extortion, and that any further mention of the false claims would lead to legal action against all papers involved.
“Sweetheart, you want to hand me that box of hooks?” Craig asked from his perch on the ladder across the room. Mandy shook off the memories, scooped up the hooks, and climbed up the ladder. She sidled alongside him, feeling his heated gaze burning into her as she situated her ass on the top step, her legs straddling his narrow waist. She presented the box to him like a gift and earned herself a wicked-hot look. “You’re a dangerous woman.”
“And you’re an irresistible man,” she countered quietly, leaning in to meet his mouth with a hungry kiss. His hands came to rest against her hips, so close to the itch stirring awake in her pussy. She moaned against his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck. “God, I love you.”
“I love you, too, Amanda.”
A throat cleared. Mandy tore away from Craig, her cheeks burning from a mixture of arousal and embarrassment. Her momma stood in the doorway to the living room, carrying a small bowl of fresh cranberries. Mrs. Ryder stepped alongside her a moment later. A warm smile came to her lips as she looked over the decorations Mandy and Craig had hung. The fresh scent of pine and cinnamon filled the air. The crackling of the fire in brick fireplace emanated a sense of comfort and security. Heidi came up behind her, hugging a huge bowl of fresh popcorn. She mouthed sorry and shrugged.
Craig helped Mandy off the ladder and dropped to the floor after he hooked the last length of garland along the wall. Wiping his hands on his jeans, he slung an arm around Mandy’s shoulders, and they joined his momma and Heidi.
“You caught us. Sorry, Mrs. Pearson, Momma,” Craig apologized, but the light in his eyes sure didn’t seem apologetic. Her momma snickered. Mrs. Ryder laughed, her eyes sparkling with tears Mandy had seen more often than not during the past few days. Mandy could only imagine how hard it was to find the Christmas spirit only months after losing her husband.
Mandy tucked her head against Craig’s shoulder and wrapped her arm around his waist. He filled half of her heart with more love than she would’ve dared dream, but being without Brody, and not knowing if he’d make it back in time for Christmas this year, left her in a state of bittersweet joy. Three months of suffering many lonely nights, watching Brody on the country stations or Skyping Craig while he finished up his last semester of school took its toll on her. She powered through the nights of tears, knowing there was an end to her lonely nights without Craig, but left to guess if things with Brody’s demanding schedule would allow for a complete relationship.
“I’m gonna head over to Miss Bess’s in a little while to help her with the final preparations for Travis’s weddin’ tomorrow,” Mandy said.
“I’ll come,” Heidi chimed in.
“I was thinkin’ about goin’ with you, dear,” her momma said. Mandy quirked a smile and nodded. “I think she can use a few extra hands in that kitchen of hers. They’re expectin’ a nice crowd of people.”
“I think Carter’s gonna be in town for the weddin’,” Craig announced. Mandy stepped back and looked up at him.
“Carter? Who got in touch with him?”
“Colt. I spoke with him the other day, and he’s flyin’ in for the weddin’ before nationals start. Told me he got in touch with Carter, too.”
“Shame you ain’t competin’ this year,” Heidi said. “Would’ve been nice to see you and Colt take the crowd by storm.”
“I’ll be goin’ for qualifications next year, now that school’s done.” Craig rubbed Mandy’s arm and gazed down at her. “You gonna come with me?”
“I’ll be travelin’ with you when I can. I’m excited to watch you ride,” Mandy confided, hooking her thumb in his pocket.
Craig placed a kiss on Mandy’s head and tugged her back against him. “Why don’t we settle in on the sofa? The interview starts in a few minutes.”
Mandy took the cranberries from her momma, and she and Heidi placed the bowls on the wooden coffee table. Craig disappeared out back. Heidi excused herself to use the bathroom. Mandy followed Mrs. Ryder back into the kitchen to finish gathering up darning needles and thread to make the popcorn strings. Her momma poured out warm mulled cider into mugs. Mandy placed them onto a tray when her momma squared her shoulders to her.
Mrs. Ryder reached for Mandy’s hand as she finished placing the last mug on a tray, bringing her to pause. Mandy turned her eyes up to her momma before meeting Mrs. Ryder’s shimmering browns, her heart clenching as she saw the pain in her soul smothered beneath a layer of true happiness.
“I’ve been doin’ a lot of talkin’ to Miss Bess the past couple months. She’s been helpin’ with things around here while my boys’ve been gone and when you’re workin’ and doin’ your studies. I’ve told her how thankful I am to have you, Amanda. I’ve always held a special place in my heart for you. When Craig and Brody told me that they—”
“Craig and Brody?” Mandy gasped. Oh god, they told their momma about their relationship? Her stomach twisted when Mrs. Ryder nodded, and her lungs suddenly grew tight.
“Yes, dear. They sat me and your momma down and, well, explained things to me. I must say, I think we were both a bit shocked that my boys loved the same woman.”
“But when we saw how content they were with each other, knowin’ that you were the bond that brought them back together, we understood. Sometimes things don’t need explainin’. They just are,” her momma said.
Mrs. Ryder leaned close to Mandy. “We may be old-fashioned, but it doesn’t mean we’re closed to things goin’ on around us. Miss Bess confided in us some details about another relationship similar to yours. Your momma and I would never deny them their happiness simply ’cause it ain’t the way we’d prefer.”
“Lexi,” Mandy murmured, trying to let everything sink into her oversaturated and partially embarrassed mind. She couldn’t believe she was having this discussion with these two women.
Her momma nodded. “So you know.”
“Apparently many people here know, or at least assume.”
“Mmm.” Mrs. Ryder picked up the tray and nodded toward the living room. Mandy followed her to the sofa, spinning at this revelation. “My boys love you dearly, and I know you feel the same for them. Ain’t love the strongest bond of all? No one has the right to deny anyone what’s in their heart.”
Mrs. Ryder placed the tray beside the popcorn bowl and faced Mandy. She pulled Mandy into a tender embrace, smoothing back her curls. A thick knot formed at the ba
se of her throat, choking her and making her jaw ache. The sting of tears prickled against her eyes as Mrs. Ryder leaned back and cupped her cheeks in her palms.
“Amanda, I would want no other woman for my boys. When Craig first told me years ago he happened upon you and you two were friends, I started prayin’ maybe one day, I could call you my daughter. I’m still prayin’, Amanda, but in my heart, you’re already my daughter.”
Mandy bit down on her lip, trying to hold back the rush of tears that spilled over her eyelids. She sniffled as Mrs. Ryder wiped the tears away with her thumbs. Mandy snorted, snapping out of the emotional cocoon squeezing her. She took an unsteady breath and tried to laugh off her tears.
“Mrs. Ryder, you’re turnin’ me into a crybaby,” Mandy said lightly. Mrs. Ryder laughed and stepped back, allowing Mandy to dry her face with her shirtsleeve. “I can’t believe they talked to you two and didn’t say anythin’ to me ’bout it.”
“I’m sure they didn’t want you to feel awkward. I’m happy we got to talk to you about it, though,” her momma said.
Craig burst through the front door, carrying an armful of firewood. Snowflakes clung to his hair and shoulders. He dropped the pile of wood beside the fireplace and brushed the snow from his shoulders.
“Momma, what’ve you ladies been doin’?” His eyes narrowed on Mandy. He stepped up to her and tipped her chin up. “You’re cryin’?”
“I had a very nice talk with our mommas. One, I assure you, you’ll be gettin’ a lashin’ for,” Mandy said.
“Oh,” he breathed, casting the women a glance. Mrs. Ryder shrugged and settled onto the sofa, changing the television channel to the country station. Mandy’s momma pulled the coffee table closer to the sofa so the popcorn and cranberries were within reach. “What did you tell her?”
“What you and Brody discussed with me a while back,” Mrs. Ryder said nonchalantly. She took up a darning needle and threaded the eye. Flashing him a sweet smile, she added, “I welcomed her to the family, baby. Now, are you two gonna stand there and cuddle or are you gonna help me with these popcorn strings while we watch Brody’s interview? I hear he’s gonna be sharin’ that new song he’s been keepin’ close to his chest.”