A Four-Gone Conclusion: Lone Star Lovers, Book 5 (9 page)

Johnny’s smile was soft, but his gaze was sharp, watching her so closely she wondered if she had a smudge on her face. “Stop it.”

“Stop lookin’ at you? Can’t.”

She turned away, feeling shy and knowing it was completely ridiculous given all things he’d observed her do, all the things he’d done to her. Another sliver of apple was shoved in front of her and she took it. Then a slice of cheddar.

When he handed her the thermos cap filled with steaming coffee, she sighed and closed her eyes. “The perfect breakfast.”

“Because you didn’t cook it?”

She laughed and shook her head. “No. Because of where we are and who I’m with.”

Killian stretched out on the blanket next to her, leaning on an elbow. “It’s not a bad life.”

“So are you back to the sales pitch? Are we gonna talk about pie again?”

The wrinkles beside his eyes deepened as he smiled. “No, sandwiches maybe.”

Heat flared deep inside her belly. Her eyebrows rose. “Here?”

“We fed you.”

Johnny’s lips twitched. That hint of humor was sexier than anything else she could think of at the moment. And since he didn’t seem opposed to the idea Killian proposed, she leaned back on her arms. “What do you have in mind?” she asked lazily.

Killian laughed. “Reach into the bottom of the bag.”

She eyed him with suspicion and picked up the bag, rooting into the bottom until her fingers curled around a tube. “Oh hell, no,” she muttered, pulling out the lube.

“We want to share you, Ellie. The two of us.”

Her breath caught and she eyed them both. Both so handsome. Both their bodies tense, as though waiting for her consent before springing into action. The thought of it was a delicious tease that sifted through her mind.

Sunlight, crisp grass—two well-made men, their darker skin blanketing her front and back. She fanned her face and glanced away. “Why bother asking?”

“Because this isn’t a game. It’s not for fun. Not something done in the heat of the moment. Give yourself to us now, and we won’t ever let you go.”

“The two of you…?”

Killian reached for her hand and drew it to his mouth. He kissed her knuckles then opened her fingers and threaded his own between them. “I know you love Johnny. But I think there’s room in your heart for me too. We’ve talked about it. For now, he’s your number one. But if you think we might give it a try, I’d like to be a part of this too.”

She ignored the part about loving Johnny since it was so shocking, and she didn’t want to think it through with both men watching her. “You’ll let him be number one for now?”

He shrugged. “I like you. I’m attracted. I don’t know if I can shut it off if you choose only him. I’m willin’ to wait for you to know me better.” One brow arched. “I like to think I’ll grow on you.”

The thought was tantalizing. Sure, they’d mentioned it before, sharing her in the long-term, but she’d thought they were only teasing. However, the calm air of expectancy surrounding Killian said just how serious he really was. “What about Jason and Mace?”

“They were only playin’. They have plenty of playmates and never take a one seriously. They won’t have their noses out of joint if we keep you to ourselves.”

She could have Johnny. And Killian. “Sounds selfish. Like I’m getting more out of this than you.”

“Well, you’ll certainly never want for a thing in the bed department.”

“Relationships are about more than sex.”

“They can start with sex and liking each other.”

She opened her mouth, then shut it again, afraid to admit too much. Afraid to lay her heart out for the man who sat so silently beside them both. “What if I never feel as much for you as I do him?” she whispered, not looking up.

Johnny scooted closer and lifted his hand to cup her cheek, turning her toward him. His dark eyes burned with an intense heat. “You’ve got a big heart, Ellie. Even if you hide it behind a sharp tongue.”

“Open up to the idea of it,” Killian said. “It’s new, I know. A girl expects to love one man. I’m willin’ to wait.”

“Why would you?”

He turned to look out over the valley. “I want family. It’s like Sam told us, ranchin’s a family business. But I don’t want a wife. Not one I have sole responsibility over. I’d share it, though. My mom and dad were married a long time, but hated each other. I have a tainted view of marriage.”

“What if you find someone you’d be willing to risk your heart for?”

He turned and winked at her, but his smile was sad. “I did. But she’s in love with my brother, my best friend.”

Her mouth dried, and tears filled her eyes. “It was the pie, wasn’t it?” she said gruffly.

“And the spice.” He tugged her down, framing her face, then lifted his head to kiss her.

“You don’t think this is ridiculously fast?” she asked when he let her up for air.

“Sam said we had the house to ourselves for four days.”

Ellie shook her head. “Your father told you to get yourselves wives?”

“He did. And since it only took him a weekend to woo his Gracie, he figured he’d give us a couple extra days because we’re a little slow.”

The glint of humor was back in his eyes, and she felt her mouth stretch slowly into an answering grin. “If that was what you consider slow…” She whistled.

“Let us love you, sassy.”

Without another word spoken, they knelt in front of each other and began stripping each other’s clothes away while Johnny sat beside them.

“Does he need an engraved invitation?” she muttered.

“I think he likes to get worked up before he wades in.”

“Sounds wet.”

“It will be.” He pushed her on her back and wrestled off her boots, socks and jeans, then quickly finished removing his own clothing. When they were both naked, he cloaked his cock in a condom and came over her.

He filled her vision and nestled close enough that not a part of her body wasn’t covered. She welcomed his weight and breathed in his fresh male scent. With his elbows planted, he cupped her head and kissed her, rubbing his lips against hers in a slow circle until she melted, sighing. His tongue slid between her lips and played with hers.

Her breaths shortened as her excitement escalated. Everywhere they touched, she warmed. Her breasts grew heavy, her nipples beading tightly and tangling in the light fur on his chest. Where his cock dug into her belly, her skin trembled. Her pussy grew moist, softening with lust. When he pulled away and centered himself between her legs, she opened willingly, crying out when he drove inside her.

He pushed through her moist tissue, tunneling relentlessly until he was fully gloved. “Nothing’s ever felt this good, Ellie,” he said, a rasp in his voice.

She combed her fingers through his thick hair, then dug in her nails to rake his scalp. “I know,” she whispered. “Lord, you fill me up.”

“You sore?”

“Guess I should be, but I’m so damn wet…”

He pumped his hips, pushing, withdrawing, pushing deep again. “I’m gettin’ ahead of you. Should have played with your pussy for a while first.”

Clutching his shoulders now, she shook her head, breathing harder, because the heat flared swiftly, flames licking at her core. “Just move, damn you.”

He chuckled and came up on his arms, glancing down between their bodies. She followed his gaze, watching as he stroked into her over and over.

“It’s a pretty sight.”

“Pretty’s not the right word,” she bit out. “Hot, it’s so damn hot.”

He hooked his hips, rubbing the tip of his slightly curved cock against her happy spot as he continued to drive into her. “Gettin’ it now?”

“You’re killin’ me.” But she held on to his hips, bent her knees and slammed up to meet each stroke.

When the spiral of her orgasm began, he suddenly halted.

She opened her eyes and glared. “I was right there.”

“You two, roll onto your sides.”

Startled by the rough growl, she rolled her head. Johnny had moved beside them. And he was naked.

Her mouth opened, taking in the sight of all his burnished skin, the firmness of his large cock. His mouth was a thin, tight line. “Do it now,” he said.

Killian snorted then cupped her buttocks to keep them connected, and rolled to his side, taking her with him. “Slide a leg over my hip.”

His arm slipped beneath her head to pillow it, and she did as he asked, sliding her leg over him, opening herself.

Behind her, Johnny scooted in close. His mouth skimmed her shoulder then pressed against her neck. “You know what I’m gonna do.”

“Taking first dibs?” she quipped, even though she was nervous. Johnny wasn’t small.

A gel-slick finger slid between her cheeks and rubbed against her anus. “My brother wasn’t wrong about a man wantin’ this. A woman has to trust. When she gives it, he feels like he’s a king.”

When he slid the finger slowly inside her, she hissed air between her teeth. “That’s just one of your thick fingers.”

“You’re tight,” he admitted. “But you’ll take me.”

Her pussy and asshole tightened right up at the sound of his graveled tone.

Killian cupped her breast and played with the tip, twisting it hard, then plucking it over and over until it stung. But the pain distracted her, allowed her to ease around the intrusion of the
two
fingers that Johnny thrust inside her now. She undulated, just a shallow undulation because she burned, but it still felt too good to ignore.

The fingers pulled free, and she slumped against Killian.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” he whispered against her hair.

She huffed a breath. “As if.” Behind her, she heard the snap of latex, and groaned even before Johnny’s hands sought her ass again.

He parted her. The thick round head pushed between her cheeks.

The pressure was too much. He was too damn big. “Oh-oh-oh…”

“Shhh,” Killian said, kissing her forehead.

She tilted up to brush her mouth over his. “Ever had a pipe rammed up your butt?”

His teeth gleamed. “And he’s gonna expect you to bounce all the way home on a hard saddle too.”

She gave a short, strained laugh, but concentrated on easing her muscles.

Johnny pushed again, and this time he sank inside an inch or two. His deep groan was worth the burn.

His hand clutched the notch of her hip. “I’m gonna start moving. You ready?”

“If I say no, will it matter?” she asked in a small voice.

Both men chuckled.

“Baby, if it truly hurts, I’ll stop right now.”

It hurt all right. However, she was pinned front and back to the two men she’d wanted for the longest time. And Johnny’s breaths, gusting in her ear, spoke of how excited he was. She couldn’t deny him a thing.

“Just do it.” she whispered, then buried her face against Killian’s solid shoulder.

Johnny’s groan rattled in his throat, and he pushed deeper and deeper, his strokes slow and controlled. Killian growled between gritted teeth, but began to move his hips as well, matching Johnny’s rhythm.

Ellie held on to Killian, buffeted front and back, so overwhelmed by the sensations rocking her that her entire body shuddered. Smooth thrusts into her pussy. Johnny’s hard steel plowing into her from behind. She burned and ached, and was so damn wet, so hot, she felt on the edge of a huge explosion.

“Killian. Johnny,” she moaned.

“What, baby?” Killian said, kissing her cheek.

She cracked open her eyes to meet his brown gaze. His face was red, sweat breaking on his forehead and upper lip.

His mouth trailed across her forehead. “It’s crazy, isn’t it?”

“Crazy good,” she groaned. “I’m so…” She bit her lip as Johnny thrust harder. “Full. I’m tight. Hot. When I come…”

“Just let go.”

“It’s gonna be loud.”

“You won’t scare the cows.”

“Oh.
Oh.
” And then she jerked back her head and screamed.

Which must have been taken as a signal by the men to up the fireworks. They pounded her, working now in opposition, Johnny thrusting, Killian withdrawing, rocking her forward and back.

She was limp between them, moaning, colors exploding behind her closed eyes, sounds diminishing as everything darkened.

When she awoke, she found herself tucked against Johnny’s chest, her thigh raised over his to open her as Killian wiped her clean from behind.

“I’d be embarrassed, but I think I’m dead,” she muttered.

Johnny’s chest shook against her.

“All done here,” Killian said cheerfully.

Maybe he thought she’d want to close her legs for modesty’s sake, but the cool air brushing between her legs was a relief. “Glad to hear it.”

A hand patted her behind. A kiss landed on her hip. “I’ll leave you two alone to talk.”

Johnny’s arms tightened around her.

She let him have his little moment of concern as Killian moved away. Sooner or later they had to learn to communicate. The paper bag crackled, and she had a fleeting thought that she hoped like hell the used condom was inside it.

“We should head back,” Johnny said, nuzzling her hair.

“I s’pose.” But she nestled closer.

“You gonna sleep?”

“You’ll have to help me dress. My whole body feels as limp as cooked noodle.”

He did help her, clumsily. When she was finally dressed, she eyed the horse he led toward her.

“I’ll need a long soak when we get home.”

One corner of his firm mouth kicked up. “You too sore to ride?”

“Yeah, but I don’t see another way to get there.”

“I’ll hold you in front of me.”

The idea appealed, but wasn’t as easy as she’d imagined. After she’d kicked his shin and butted him with her elbow, at last she was settled sideways in front of him, the saddle horn between her legs.

“Lean against me, I won’t let you fall.”

She gave herself over to him, leaning against his broad chest as he turned his horse back the way they’d come.

The sun was midway up the blue sky.

“It’s beautiful here,” she said, trying to fill the long silence.

The wind shifted, bringing the smell of the cattle. She wrinkled her nose.

“Most days, this is what I smell like,” he said.

Was he trying to talk her out of wanting him? Or warning her again, like he had at dinner—just to make sure she knew what she was in for? She’d lived in Two Mule long enough to know what the stockyard smelled like when the wind changed direction. This wasn’t near as bad. “Do you bathe before you come to bed?”