To Love Her Cowboys

by Laura Sutton

  “Well,” Sara continued, but Gwynn wasn’t really paying attention. She was staring down at her fingers in her lap, going away inside her head like she always did when she was in an unpleasant situation. She began thinking about the warrior queen in her novel. She wanted to make her unique but wasn’t sure how. Maybe she should make her impossibly strong, even if she was built like a woman. Maybe make her tall and commanding, but with a gentle heart.

  “And Gwynn here will take a margarita.” She came out of her thoughts when Jason said her name. She had gone so far into her own head that she missed their entire conversation, which was good. She didn’t want to see when Jason and Dean realized a girl like Sara was what they really wanted and decided that Gwynn wasn’t.

  “Sure, what kind? Frozen or on the rocks?” the waitress asked, smiling at her. Gwynn just wanted to go home. Even her smile was perfect.

  “Oh, frozen please,” she replied softly, looking back down at her hands again.

  “No problem, y’all! Be back in a second!” Sara said cheerfully, and she walked away, hips swaying—the walk of a woman who knows that every man is looking at her, Gwynn though ruefully.

  “So, we will get our drinks and then we are dancing!” Jason said happily and smiled, his open, warm smile that she really loved, but she couldn’t return it.

  “I don’t know,” Gwynn mumbled, this time staring down at the tabletop. She really did just want to go home.

  “Hey now, what’s wrong?” Jason asked, dragging her face up with his finger under her chin, forcing her to look at him.

  Gwynn also felt Dean’s hand move from behind her on the booth to her shoulder. Both of them were comforting her, and what was she so upset about, anyway? It wasn’t like either of them flirted with Sara, or like Sara flirted with them, for that matter.

  She was overreacting and allowing her self-doubt to ruin what had so far been one of the best—if not the best—night of her life.

  Gwynn decided to just let it go. She was here to have fun, and it didn’t matter how gorgeous Sara was. Jason and Dean were here with her. They wanted her. She would enjoy this while it lasted.

  She smiled at him, her best smile, and she was bewitched when he smiled back, the worry draining from his face.

  “It was silly. Sara was just so pretty, and I—” Jason’s lips stopped her explanation. His kiss was quick, but he still darted his tongue into her mouth for a taste, and as quick as his lips were on her, they were gone and he was smiling at her again.

  “Those were silly thoughts because you are the most beautiful woman in here. Hell, you are the most beautiful woman in the entire town. Never think otherwise,” he said, his voice honest and fierce, and she nodded.

  “I will try,” she told him sheepishly.

  “Don’t try, beautiful. Do.” Dean’s voice came from over her shoulder. He whispered directly in her ear and then he kissed it, nibbling on her earlobe just long enough to make her nipples hard again.

  “Okay, y’all! Two beers and margarita!” came Sara’s happy voice as she approached the table to deliver the drinks.

  “Thank you!” Gwynn told her with a smile. Sara returned the smile, and Gwynn knew she really had been overreacting.

  “Okay, enjoy this drink, and then we are dancing!” Jason told her excitedly, taking a deep drink from his beer bottle.

  The night passed by in a happy blur. She danced several songs with Jason and enjoyed two more margaritas, making her feel wonderfully tipsy.

  True to his word, Dean only danced one song with her, and while he wasn’t as good of a dancer as Jason, they did do more than just sway.

  She even got asked to dance by some other random guy, much to her delight. Gwynn turned him down. The only two men she ever wanted to dance with were sitting at the booth, but it was nice to be asked.

  At around eleven, the bar was really getting packed, and what Gwynn wanted to do was go home and kiss both of her cowboys.

  Okay, she wanted to do a lot more than just kiss them, but either way, what she wanted to do couldn’t be done at a table in the bar. Well, she supposed it could, but they might end up in jail.

  She giggled at her thoughts, the tequila taking hold, and Dean leaned over her shoulder to practically yell in her ear over the music.

  “What’s so funny, pretty girl?” he asked, and she giggled even harder. Man, those margaritas were good!

  “Nothing really,” she yelled back into his ear over some loud face-paced country song.

  “I was just thinking how I want to go home and kiss you two, and then how kissing leads to more, and we can’t do that here, or I suppose we could do that here, but then we would go to jail.”

  She told him and then pulled back. Even in the dim light of the bar, she could see his pupils expand with arousal, and she felt her cheeks get hot knowing he was thinking about himself and Jason fucking her.

  “Can I get y’all anything else?” Sara’s voice came from somewhere on the other side of the table, but she could have been on another planet for all that Gwynn cared. She couldn’t take her eyes off Dean at the moment.

  “I think just close the tab for us,” she heard Jason say, feeling him dig for his wallet.

  “Okay, guys! You all have a nice night,” Sara’s happy voice said, and then she was gone, and Jason grabbed her hand.

  “Come on, you two. Let’s go home because I think what we are all thinking about is not suitable for public consumption,” he said as he stood from the booth and then helped her up, never taking his hand from hers. She felt Dean press up behind her, the evidence of his arousal poking at the small of her back.

  Finally they were in the truck and headed back to the ranch, Dean's hand on her thigh and Jason’s hands on her shoulders, occasionally drifting down to squeeze her breasts.

  “You ready for what we are going to do tonight, beautiful?” Dean asked as they turned down the long dark road headed for home.

  “Wh—what are we going to do?” she asked around a gasp as Jason unceremoniously pinched her nipples through the fabric of her bra and shirt.

  “Oh, baby, we are both going to fuck you tonight,” he told her, turning to her and flashing a wicked grin, barely visible in the moonlight spilling through the windows of the truck.

  “But isn’t that what we do anyway?” Gwynn asked, confused. Of course they were both going to fuck her. They had been for weeks, and it was amazing.

  Dean glanced at Jason through the rearview mirror and smiled.

  “No, baby,” Jason answered.

  “Not like we always do. We are both going to fuck you at the same time,” he said, his words low and inviting. His words caused her body to feel like it was on fire, and she moaned at them.

  Tonight she would feel both of them inside her at the same time. She would make them both cum deep inside her.

  She felt hot. She felt sexy. She couldn’t wait.

  Dean

  The entire night had been a delicate balance of fun and burning hot flirtation.

  Even at dinner when they weren’t doing anything remotely sexual, only talking and laughing and enjoying each other’s company, he was always semi-hard and wanting Gwynn.

  She would laugh at something Jason said and then touch Jason’s shoulder or hand, and he would think about how she looked while Jason fucked her into oblivion.

  Then she would turn her attention to him, and it would be even more intense. He would watch her swallow a bite of her dinner or drink her wine, and he would think about her beautiful, plump lips wrapped around his cock, swallowing his length over and over while Jason fucked her from behind. His semi-hard cock became a full-blown erection, his cock practically weeping cum with just his thoughts.

  Then at the bar, watching Gwynn get a little tipsy with her margaritas, he didn’t even think she realized how sexy she was as she drank a little more and relaxed into the situation with them, and how her hands would wander.

  After her initial uneasiness with the waitress had abated, she seemed t
o really enjoy herself. They all laughed, told stories, and danced.

  Dancing with Gwynn, her body pressed up against his as a slow country ballad played in the background, was the crowning moment of the evening for Dean. She had felt so good in his arms, warm and lush, all her curves pressed against his hard body. He wanted to kiss her right there on the dancefloor, but he restrained. He had never been one for public display of affection. Not because he was ashamed of Gwynn or anything, he just liked his private life to be private.

  It was probably the best date Dean had ever had in his life, a little unconventional for sure, but still the absolute best. Being with her and Jason, a night on the town, full of fun and leaving any worries behind, had been nothing short of amazing for Dean.

  Now on the drive home, all he could think about was getting Gwynn on his bed, getting inside her, and making her cum until she screamed.

  Her hand was on his thigh, and he could hear Jason whispering in her ear—naughty things, Dean was sure, even if he couldn’t make out the words, because every so often, Gwynn would moan and squeeze his thigh.

  Fuck, he wanted to kiss her. He wanted to put his fingers inside her pussy and make her scream his name. Why the fuck did they live so far from town?

  Dean turned his head to the sound of Jason and Gwynn kissing. Her head was turned toward the back seat, and Jason leaned over her shoulder.

  “Mmm, come back here, beautiful. I want to make you cum,” Jason told her, and Dean had to grin. He liked the idea of listening to her come apart while Jason fucked her.

  “Oh, I—I don’t…” Gwynn began, but Dean would not let her shy away from this.

  “Gwynn, beautiful, get in the back seat,” he told her matter-of-factly, taking his eyes off the rough ranch road to look at her. Her eyes were wide, both with want and nervousness.

  He reached out and unbuckled her seatbelt and slowed the truck down to a crawl. No one else would travel this road this late at night, but he didn’t want to hit a pothole while she climbed in the back seat.

  Gwynn surprised him when she leaned over and kissed him, her tongue dipping into his mouth to tease him quickly, then she pulled back and was climbing over the seat.

  Once she was in the back seat, Dean continued driving, not really watching what was going on, but he could hear it, and it sounded so hot.

  Gwynn moaned as Jason kissed her and touched her.

  “I’m going to make you cum on my tongue, beautiful—my head between your legs. Do you want that, Gwynn?” Jason’s voice was rough in the darkness of the truck.

  Gwynn replied, but he couldn’t make out her words, and he wanted to know what she wanted, that she enjoyed what Jason was doing to her.

  “What did you say, Gwynn? Do you want Jason to eat your pretty pink pussy while I listen and drive us home?” he asked and glanced at her in the rearview mirror.

  Jason had made quick work of her jeans and panties, and her head and back were propped up against the passenger side back door, and Jason was kneeling on the floorboard of the truck with his face inches from her wet pussy.

  Dean could smell her arousal from the front seat, and it made his cock throb knowing how wet she was, how much she loved having the two of them play with her body, fuck her, and make her cum.

  “Tell me, Gwynn… do you like it? You enjoy being a naughty girl and having Jason eat your pussy while I listen.” He practically growled from the front seat, and she turned her head and opened her beautiful blue eyes to meet his in the rearview mirror.

  “Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, I like it. I want Jason to make me cum while you listen.” She moaned again and closed her eyes, and Jason pounced, his mouth attacking her pussy.

  Dean turned his eyes back to the road as the cab of the truck filled with the sounds of Jason’s tongue in Gwynn’s pussy, as well as her moans as he brought her closer and closer to completion.

  “God, you have the prettiest pussy, baby,” Dean heard Jason say, and he could hear his fingers moving in and out of her wet passage.

  Dean groaned at the sound and put his hand on his cock, shifting it in his pants, trying to relieve some of the pressure.

  “Your cunt is so tight around my fingers, Gwynn. So hot, but you know what will be even tighter?” Jason asked, and she whimpered a small “no” in reply, but Dean knew the place Jason was talking about—her ass. He had thought endlessly about fucking her tight virgin ass.

  Dean loved how round and perfect her ass was—cheeks big enough to grab and enjoy, and Jason was such a lucky son-of-a-bitch for getting to touch her there first, Dean thought wryly.

  “Your ass, baby. I’m gonna slide my fingers in your ass while I fuck your pussy with my tongue,” Jason told her, his words rough.

  “Oh, god!” she cried out then moaned loudly.

  “Oh god, Gwynn, your ass is so tight!” Jason practically growled, and Dean wanted to be in that back seat touching her too.

  “Fuck, it will feel so good to have my big cock deep in your ass, fucking you, cumming in your ass. Do you want that, Gwynn?” Jason asked, and before she could reply, he went back to licking her pussy. Dean glanced in the mirror again and saw Gwynn’s elegant fingers grasping Jason’s hair, pulling his head harder against her pussy, her hips moving frantically.

  Finally, Dean pulled up to the house and put the truck in park and watched his best friend pleasure their girl. It was the sexiest thing Dean had ever seen.

  Her head was thrown back in pleasure as she chanted Jason’s name over and over.

  Jason’s fingers were moving in and out of her ass, and Dean could see in the dark that he was using two fingers to fuck her ass, and then Gwynn was cumming.

  “Oh, yes! Jason! God, yes!” she practically screamed, and she looked like a goddess when she came apart. He and Jason were only here to worship her.

  Jason pulled his head away to lie on her thigh, and slowly her breathing calmed down as she came back to herself after her orgasm.

  “Shall we go inside and continue this further?” Dean asked, and she opened her eyes and smiled, a smile that was somehow innocent and sultry all at once.

  “Yes, please,” was all she said in reply.

  Gwynn

  Somehow they all made it into the house and up the stairs, though Gwynn wasn’t sure how.

  What she had done in the truck—what Jason had done to her in the truck—Gwynn had never felt so wicked, so naughty in her whole life, and she loved it. She loved that Jason made her come apart while Dean listened and urged them on, and now they were both going to fuck her.

  Did that make her dirty or wrong? Some people would think so, but she didn’t. These two men wanted her and seemed to really care for her. And, well, she loved them.

  She could admit that to herself, no matter how this ended or when it ended. She loved both Jason and Dean, and she loved how they were together. Her time with them would always be a treasured memory for her. Something to keep her warm on the lonely nights that would certainly fill her life when her time here on the ranch ended.

  “Beautiful, as hot as you look in those jeans, you would look hotter naked.” Jason’s voice broke into her thoughts, and he was in front of her, his hands on the button of her jeans.

  He was already naked, and Gwynn was a little disappointed that she had missed him taking his clothes off.