To Love Her Cowboys

by Laura Sutton

  “Yes! God! Yes, I’m yours. I’m your dirty girl. For both of you,” she finished on a strangled moan as Jason’s fingers moved inside her, moving roughly to bring her to a hard and fast orgasm. With one more stroke, Dean was cumming too. His cum spurted out of his cock and onto her thighs and soft round belly. She’d never looked so beautiful, Dean thought. Then she ran one delicate finger through his cum and brought it up to her lips and sucked it off of her finger, never taking her eyes from his. Their girl was quite a minx, and he grinned watching her taste him.

  “You taste good too,” she said, and he groaned, pulling her down for a hot kiss, his taste in her mouth and hers in his, both mingled with a bit of Jason. It was the most erotic kiss of Dean’s life, and he knew he never wanted this thing between the three of them to end.

  She rested her forehead against his, and he was still trying to catch his when Jason asked, “How about a shower?”

  “That sounds like a great idea,” Gwynn replied as she sat back up, a small smile playing around her kiss-swollen lips, her blue eyes dancing with lust and happiness.

  He would miss her when she left—they both would. Jason then helped her off his lap, and the three of them made their way up the stairs to the shower.

  Jason

  All three headed up the stairs, and in a silent agreement between Dean and Jason, they headed to Dean’s room.

  His room was the master, and when they remodeled the big house and modernized it a year ago, they converted three small bedrooms into one huge master bedroom with a huge bathroom. Jason teased him endlessly about sleeping in his huge California king bed and about his shower with three heads that hit you from all around. But now as Jason reached down to test the water, knowing he would be rubbing his soapy hands all over Gwynn’s lush curves, he could see the logic in it.

  Dean grabbed some large towels and set them on the bench next to the shower, and Jason stepped in first. The shower really was amazing—huge with a bench for sitting that could easily accommodate both Dean and himself, and they were not small men. Jason’s mind wandered, and he could picture Gwynn riding his cock while he sat on that bench, her back to him, and her beautiful mouth sucking on Dean’s cock. That wouldn’t happen tonight. It was getting late, and they didn’t want to overwhelm her. Once Jason knew the water temperature was perfect, he grabbed Gwynn’s hand and pulled her under the spray of warm water with him.

  “Time to get clean, pretty girl,” Jason said then leaned down to kiss her while Dean moved in behind her. .

  The soap smelled manly, not at all like something Gwynn would use, as she always smelled faintly of lavender and vanilla. But Dean soaped her up anyway, starting at her shoulders, then his hands disappearing from sight as he soaped her back and then moved down to her ass.

  “Mmmmm,” Gwynn moaned into his mouth. Jason loved kissing her, and he really loved kissing her while Dean’s hands roamed all over her beautiful form. She was meant to be worshiped, even if she didn’t know it, Jason thought.

  Jason reluctantly ended the kiss and reached around to grab Dean’s 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner combo. Jason knew this wasn’t what Gwynn used. Her hair was too gorgeous for such a simple routine. Hell, it’s not what he used, either, but he was a little more complicated and vain than Dean was.

  “I doubt this is what you use, beautiful, but if you’re not opposed, you could turn around and let Dean wash your front while I wash your hair?” he asked, holding up the bottle for her inspection.

  “Yeah, that’s fine. I’m not a picky kind of girl, really,” she told him, a sweet smile on her pretty face. Her skin was flushed from heat of the shower and from Jason’s kisses and Dean’s touches. He loved that flush. It made her skin practically glow.

  Jason turned her around and guided her head back a little to make sure all of her dark blonde hair was completely wet, and then he squirted some shampoo in his hand and massaged it through her hair.

  He didn’t have much experience washing anyone’s hair but his own—zero experience, actually—but he knew what he liked when he washed his own longish hair.

  He carefully massaged her scalp with the tips of his fingers, working the soap throughout but careful not to create tangles or snags in her long hair. She leaned her head back and into his touch with a slight moan and a small half-smile gracing her Cupid’s-bow mouth.

  “Oh!” she gasped, but she didn’t open her eyes, and Jason looked down to see that Dean had slipped a hand between her legs.

  “Does that feel good?” Dean asked her, never taking his eyes from her face.

  “Y—yes,” she answered, her words catching on a gasp.

  “Is he going to make you cum again? Are you going to let us watch you cum one more time tonight?” Jason asked her, rinsing the soap from her hair. He gathered up her hair and moved it all over on one shoulder so he could kiss, bite, and suck his way from her ear to her neck.

  Her only response was a moan.

  He gently pulled on her hair, forcing her to give him more of her lovely neck to kiss. He bit down on the sensitive skin of her neck, not hard enough to hurt, but harder than his previous nibbles.

  “Tell me you like it, or we will stop right here and you won’t get to cum one last time tonight,” Jason demanded, and her eyes shut again as Dean really began to work his hand between her legs. Gwynn was panting and moaning, and Jason knew she was just seconds from cumming. Still kissing her neck, Jason grabbed her breasts and squeezed them.

  “Oh, god! Yes, yes, yes! I love it. It feels so good. Your hands—Dean’s hands! I—oh, god!” she finished with one long moan, and Jason knew she was cumming. Her body went completely rigid, and then she fell against him, completely spent. Jason reached behind her and turned the water off.

  “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you dried off and into bed,” he crooned in her ear. Dean then led her out of the shower and began drying her off. Jason took a towel and wrapped it around his hips.

  “I suppose I should get my clothes and head back to the carriage house?” Gwynn asked, her tone quiet and unsure.

  Jason looked at Dean, who was already shaking his head.

  “Nope, sweetheart. I have a gigantic bed, and I think Jason would agree that you should sleep here, between us.” He dropped a kiss to her lips and wrapped a towel around his own waist now that she was mostly dry.

  “In fact,” he continued, leading her into his bedroom and guiding her naked between the sheets, “I think I can speak for Jason when I say you should get Griselda, and most of your things, and move into this house for the remainder of the time you’re here.”

  Jason, also naked, climbed into the bed on the other side of Gwynn and leaned in to give her a sleepy kiss, the long day and the evening's pleasures finally beginning to take their toll.

  “Oh, I agree. Use the carriage house for an office. You can go there every day if you’d like, or we can move some stuff around and make you an office here if you’d like?” Jason’s words were sluggish and his voice was rough, but his fingers still shifted through her hair. He loved the feel of the silky strands as they dried. Dean dropped one last kiss on the side of her head and snuggled in closer.

  Jason knew Dean was just as exhausted as he was. 5 AM came early, but work life on the ranch never ended, even if you had a beautiful woman sleeping in your bed. Jason grinned at the thought.

  “No…” Gwynn began, but a huge yawn took over before she finish her sentence. “No, I like the carriage house. I already have my plot structure up on the wall with sticky notes. I will work there, but I will move all my other stuff in here tomorrow,” she said with her eyes closed, and Jason could feel her body go slack with sleep.

  “Perfect,” he whispered, and it really was perfect.

  Gwynn

  The morning sun was weak as it streamed in through the window, the sun barely above the horizon. Gwynn stretched and found herself alone in the huge bed, and for a second, she was worried. Did they not like what they did with her last night? Her self-d
oubt was gnawing at her, but she took a deep breath and smelled bacon and coffee, and she saw a note on the bedside table, her name scrawled across it.

  Hey beautiful,

  As much as we would love to sleep in and wake you up with our mouths and fingers, animals wait for no man, and such is the life of a rancher. If we should already be working when you get up, I will leave you a plate of breakfast in the microwave, and the coffee maker will be on. We will stop by the carriage house in the afternoon and help you move your things into the big house.

  Jason

  Gwynn couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face as she clutched the paper to her chest. Just thinking about them, her two sexy cowboys, made her head spin, her heart pound, and the area between her legs warm and damp.

  She threw the covers off and found a huge T-shirt at the foot of the bed, but dress, and undergarments were nowhere to be found. With a shrug, she slipped on the shirt, expecting it to be tight because, well, she was fat. But it wasn’t. It was large on her, though it pulled a bit in the chest area. Her hard nipples tented the soft cotton fabric. It did, however, fall well past her ass to her mid-thigh. It was about the same length as her dress the night before.

  Not quite brave enough to head down in just the T-shirt, she donned her sweater. Like a well-loved security blanket, her blue cardigan gave her an extra layer of protection.

  She pulled it around herself and headed downstairs, surprised to hear Dean’s and Jason’s voices in the kitchen. She knew it had to be very early after all.

  “Morning,” she called to them a bit nervously from the doorway of the kitchen. Dean was at the table, his laptop open and reading some kind of news report, and Jason was over by the counter refilling his cup of coffee. Both looked good enough to eat, dressed in their jeans and long-sleeved work shirts.

  They both looked up, and their faces relieved her of any morning-after nervousness she may have been feeling. They both looked so happy to see her. It almost made her want to cry. How could she, plain Gwynn, be so lucky to have the attention of these two perfect men?

  “Good morning, beautiful!” Jason was the first to respond to her. “Would you like a cup of coffee? Cream? Sugar?”

  “Oh yes, please. And yes to both,” she responded gratefully and stood a bit straighter as Dean made his way to her. He leaned down and dropped a quick kiss on her lips. Chaste but sweet, a simple good morning, and he led her to the table.

  “Are you hungry? Jason was just about to start some eggs. The bacon is done, and I was going to make to the toast.” There was a grin on his devilishly handsome face, his eyes twinkling in the most becoming way. Whoever said brown eyes were boring had never seen Dean Whitfield’s eyes twinkle, she thought.

  “I’m famished, but I can make the toast,” she told him as she began to stand, but he shook his head.

  “Nah, I got it. It’s the only thing I’m allowed to do in the kitchen—toast. You could get the butter and jam out of the fridge. We keep the jam in the way back of the fridge. Get both the strawberry and the blueberry,” he said as he made his way over to the toaster.

  “Sure!” Gwynn responded, happy to help. She opened the fridge and saw the butter and the strawberry jam easy enough, but the blueberry jam was well hidden, and sure enough, she had to practically lean into the fridge to retrieve it.

  “Oh!” she cried as she felt a small pinch on her ass then heard Jason chuckling.

  “Not my fault, beautiful. You put that perfect, barely covered ass on display, and I will pinch it, or maybe bite it.” He playfully leered at her as she stood back up, then he gave her a kiss.

  “Come on, eggs are done. Hope scrambled is okay. We gotta be out feeding cattle by 6:30 AM or they will get cranky, and we got a bit of late start.” He winked and set the pan of eggs and a plate of bacon on the table, and Dean set down a plate of toast.

  “Yeah, we aren’t used to staying up that late, or having that much fun. We are pretty boring around here,” Dean said.

  He winked and buttered his toast and then surprised her by setting it on her plate. She was almost crying again. No one in her life had ever thought to take care of her, not even her mother. Once Gwynn could microwave food on her own, she became in charge of feeding herself. It was nice to feel cared for, for once in her life.

  “So, what does a day typically mean for you guys?” she asked, taking a sip of coffee. Jason made a mean cup of coffee, and she wondered if she could get him to show her what kind of coffee he used so she could buy some when she moved back home. She could feel her chest tighten at the thought of eventually leaving this beautiful place and these two wonderful men, but she knew nothing good lasts forever.

  “Well,” Dean began, swallowing a healthy bite of his eggs, “a day normally starts at 5 AM, breakfast, and then feeding the cattle.”

  “They don’t just eat grass?” she asked, genuinely interested. She grew up in Texas her whole life, but in the big city. She knew nothing about the day-to-day operations of a cattle ranch.

  Dean smiled and drank some orange juice. Gwynn noticed he wasn’t a big coffee drinker last night when they ate their dessert.

  “Not our cattle. Out here we are very desert-like, so we don’t have enough grass to raise grass-fed-only cattle. So, they get fed twice a day—once in the morning and once in the evening. Then the day is spent mending fences, checking on animals who may be ill or injured, and I enjoy breaking and managing horses. We keep a couple out here that aren’t ours, and people pay for their upkeep basically. Mainly people who live in Andrews, who don’t have the land for a horse but enjoy riding and being a horse owner.”

  He finished with a bite of bacon and a smile. She could tell Dean really loved his ranch. She could sense the pride he had, and it only made her love him more.

  “Maybe you can teach me to ride?” she asked quietly then looked down at her food. Admitting any deficiency in her character always makes her uncomfortable and afraid that she would be judged for it. “I’ve never had the opportunity to learn how to ride, and I really know nothing about horses, but I want to write about them in my story. And, I mean, it’s always better to have experience.” She looked up and Dean’s entire face lit up with a smile.

  “Of course, I can teach you to ride!” he said happily, and his happiness and willingness to teach her put her at ease. He didn’t find her lacking because she didn’t know about something he loved. He was just excited to share his knowledge with her. Again she felt something expand in her chest, and she knew it was love, but it almost felt bigger than love. It was more like acceptance, or finding where you belong, and something deep within her was telling her she belonged at the Mariposa with these two handsome men.

  Gwynn shook herself mentally because that kind of thinking was dangerous. No matter how much this felt like home, it wasn’t, and she doubted they would want her to stay longer than the time she was planning.

  “We could start this afternoon, after five or so,” Dean said. “We’ll be finished with evening feeding by then, and we can start with some basics.”

  Gathering all of her courage, she leaned over and kissed his cheek, still shy and unsure if her affections were really wanted. Dean just ran his hand over her head and returned the kiss on her cheek as she pulled away.

  “Thank you,” she whispered, her heart in her throat. It was a thank-you for so much more than just a riding lesson. Dean didn’t know how much this one gesture meant to her.

  “Anytime, beautiful.” He winked and went back to his eggs and bacon.

  She went back to hers and practically moaned at a bite of the eggs. God, Jason could cook.

  “Good eggs?” Jason asked. He could be so different from Dean, seeking approval with his boyish charm.

  “Yes!” she responded exuberantly. “I’ve never had eggs this good.”

  “Oh, it’s the crème fresh I use. It makes them creamier,” he said with a smile.

  “You should own a restaurant, Jason. You are very talented,” she added. H
e smiled and ducked his head a little. She thought it was sweet how her compliment made him blush. This sexy man blushed for her. Her. She didn’t think she would get over that.