Love Under Two Wildcatters (4 page)

The men were both sitting at the table when she returned. They’d situated themselves so that no matter which chair she took, she’d be close to one of them.

“Alex said you could put us up in the bunkhouse. So, after we have our coffee and look at that report, just point us in the direction, and we’ll get ourselves settled in,” Colt said.

Oh, dear
. “Um, actually, the bunkhouse doesn’t exist anymore.” Although it had the last time her brothers had come to visit. But the thing had looked rickety, and she hadn’t planned on hiring any hands. She wanted a few head of cattle, and a few horses, but figured she could manage it all by herself, at least for the first while. So, she’d torn the old building down and had even stacked the lumber into two piles—what could be reused and what could be burned.

Susan figured if she did need help with anything, her brother Steven, who ran the main ranch, could send her Jed or Wayne to lend a hand, in which case they’d arrive in the morning and leave at night.

“No bunkhouse?” Ryder had said that, and he didn’t look too happy about it, either.

Susan thought about the truck and rig sitting outside and realized these men likely not only really needed the work, but a place to stay as well.

“How many bedrooms you have here?” Ryder asked.

“Just three, upstairs.” The words came before her brain could kick in and shut her mouth.

“Well, that’s fine, then,” Colt said. “Now, let’s have a look at that report.”

Susan handed over the papers and wondered at the ease with which this man had just invited himself and his partner into her home.

Then she mentally shrugged. It wouldn’t likely take more than a couple of days at the most for them to drill her new well.

In those two days, she could seriously consider if she’d give these cowboys a test-drive or not. The way they’d flirted with her and the sly glances they’d traded made her believe they wouldn’t be scandalized if she suggested they all get naked together.

Susan didn’t sleep around, but she’d had a few very nice relationships. She’d developed a kind of sixth sense about whether or not men were open to the ménage experience.

Every instinct she possessed said these two would be.

Susan blinked, refocused on the present, and went perfectly still. Colt and Ryder stared at her. She recognized the lust in their eyes. Her mind said she should get up and leave them to their papers. Her body shivered and then readied itself, gleefully, to receive hot, hard cock.

“Care to tell us what you were thinking about just then, darlin’?” Colt’s voice settled in the pit of her belly, sending liquid heat through her body, adding sensual fuel to her burgeoning hormonal fire.

“Not especially.” Susan couldn’t believe that heat bathed her cheeks and that those breathy, coy words had come from her mouth.

“You don’t need to.” Ryder’s deep timbre affected her just as erotically as Colt’s.

Susan couldn’t decide what to do. The atmosphere in the room had changed. Rarely had she experienced this kind of instant, hot arousal. Her skin pebbled in anticipation, her breathing hitched, and her pussy clenched as if already trying to keep a hungry cock within its greedy grasp.

The sound of a chair scraping echoed as loud as a gunshot in the room. Susan looked up to see Colt looming over her. He looked like a man who’d made up his mind what he wanted, and what he wanted was her.

He reached out and drew her out of her chair, not stopping when she’d gained her feet, but pulling her inexorably closer to him, to his heat and his potent masculinity.

“If you want this to stop, you have to say no right now.”

She would. Yes, she would, she’d only just met these men, after all, and she only had their word on it that her brothers had sent them, and…

Who was she kidding? She wasn’t going to say no. Oh, God, she didn’t want to say no. How long had it been since she’d felt this kind of heat and need humming through her blood?

Never
. She’d never felt this kind of all-encompassing instant hunger for a man, and she felt it for both of them.

Colt inhaled, his eyes flared, and a very smug, very masculine smile blossomed on his lips. “Good girl. You’re as hot for us as we are for you, aren’t you?”

She couldn’t answer, at least not in words. Only a sound emerged, a sound these two alpha males would have no trouble recognizing. The single moan of female need, of female surrender, puckered her nipples and slicked her sex. Her panties felt sodden, and she wanted them off of her body.

“That’s what I thought,” Colt said.

A second pair of hands fastened on her shoulders from behind. Colt’s left hand was now free, and he used it to cup her face. Broad palm, long fingers, Susan shuddered with the knowledge that his one hand was enough to gather her up and gather her in.

“Yeah, you’re hot. Now, let’s just see how tasty you are.”

Chapter 3

Colt didn’t care that they’d just met Susan Benedict. At that moment in time, he didn’t even care that her brothers had more or less set them up with her. The only thing he cared about was getting her naked and between them as quickly as possible.

He moved down, moved in, and captured her lips with his. He meant to keep the kiss simple, a claiming and a tasting and a promise of things to come.

Come
. God, the taste of her went straight to his cock. His libido soared like it hadn’t done since he’d been a randy teenager bent on laying as many sweet young things as he could talk out of their panties.

She gave herself to him, opening her mouth, sucking his tongue into hers, and then giving him her own so that he knew this instant conflagration wasn’t his alone.

He had to pull back, take a gulp of air, or he’d be inside her before she could draw her next breath. He sent Ryder a look the other man obviously had no trouble reading, for it took him mere seconds to tip Susan’s head back and lay his mouth on hers.

Colt’s fingers actually shook as he worked to lift her shirt out of his way. Her lace-covered breasts filled his hands as if they had been made for them. Her nipples hardened into tight little buds. More than anything, he wanted to suck on them, to pull them into his mouth and roll them between his tongue and the roof of his mouth and see how elongated he could make them.

Ryder raised his head and shot a one eyebrow-raised glance at Colt.

Colt nodded, and together, they quickly skimmed Susan’s clothes off her. “We’ll slow down, honey,” he promised. “Just as soon as we’ve each had you.”

Susan licked her lips and then proved she wanted what they wanted. “Please hurry!”

Her lips glistened red and wet, her breasts beckoned, plump with pretty pink nipples that had hardened into granite peaks. Her tiny waist flared into lusciously feminine hips. A sparkle at the side of her navel snagged his attention. He reached out and, with one finger, stroked the round little diamond-studded ornament she wore there.

“Sexy,” he said, confident she knew he meant the entire package.

Susan stood between them, naked and practically vibrating, and Ryder’s hands were doing a good job keeping her fires lit. Colt reached into his back pocket, yanked out his wallet, and plucked out one of the condoms he’d put there just that morning. Then he dropped his jeans and skivvies, sat on the nearest chair, and reached for Susan.

Spreading his knees, he pulled her close between them. The fingers of his left hand reached up and combed through her silky blond hair, his nails scraping her scalp gently as he brought her to his mouth. Her taste quenched a thirst too long unsatisfied, and he used his tongue to drink and drink. With his right hand, he stroked her slit and then slid a finger into her, testing her moisture.

“You’re wet and tight, baby doll.” Colt’s words came out a little rougher than he’d intended. Something about the soft, hot woman under his hands seemed to bring out the primitive in him. He leaned forward and captured her right nipple between his lips. First his tongue and then his teeth teased that pebbled point until his fingers felt more of her juices trickling onto his fingers. He let her go with a wet plop and nuzzled the valley between her breasts. “How long has it been since you’ve had cock?”

She’d closed her eyes and begun to ride his fingers as they moved in and out of her. The clasp of her tunnel and the lush swelling of her pussy worked together to bring him to the very edge of ejaculation. With his question, her eyes opened, her lips pouted. She looked down at his engorged cock. She licked her lips and reached toward it. “It’s been so long. Please, I want to taste you.”

“You will. But first…” His hand left her head and took up the condom. He used his teeth to tear into the foil and, with one hand, was able to roll the protection into place. He raised his gaze and noticed Ryder had dropped his clothes, rolled on his own condom.

His friend pressed himself against Susan’s back then placed his hands on her waist.

“Up you go,” Ryder said.

“Impale yourself on me, baby doll.” Colt inhaled sharply because the scent of her juices reached him now, making him even hotter. “Give me your hot little cunt.”

“First you’re going to ride Colt, then I’m going to ride you.” Ryder’s voice, husky, strained, told Colt he was sorely triggered, too.

“You’re ours, Susie Q. From this moment on. Now fuck me.” The silk of her thighs slid against his, and the heat of her pussy teased, making his cock twitch in anticipation. Then he groaned in pure pleasure when the hot, tight sheath of her cunt slowly swallowed his cock.

* * * *

Susan grabbed Colt’s shoulders as she lowered herself onto his cock. The thick head brushed her clit before nestling between the folds of her pussy, spreading them and surging into her with one steady thrust.

Oh, God
. It had been so long since she’d had hot, pulsing male flesh inside her, she’d nearly forgotten the blessed fullness, the hard thrill.

No, nothing has ever been as good as this
.

“Oh, baby, your cunt feels so damn good around my cock.”

“Mmm, your cock feels pretty damn good inside me, too.” Susan closed her eyes to better savor the sensations rippling through her.

Then a hot, naked male body pressed against her back. Ryder’s cock nudged her, and she wanted to move against him, relish this second hard cock being offered for her pleasure.

His hands reached forward over her shoulders, grasping her breasts and squeezing them with passionate promise. Colt’s hands bracketed her waist, strong and sure.

“Fuck me, Susan. Use your muscles. Squeeze me.”

“Do you have any idea how hot you look, fucking him?” Ryder leaned close, and his hot, moist breath bathed her ear.

Susan imagined herself a queen with two virile sex slaves ready to service her. She loved being the center of their attention, the focus of their desire. Colt said she was theirs, but these two hard bodies were hers, and she would make the most of this wonderful opportunity. Turning herself over to them, giving them total control of her body, felt like the greatest gift she’d ever given herself.

The gentle glide and sensuous slide of hot male cock, the grip and press of hot male hands, and the sexy, hungry man-growls coming from Colt’s throat all combined to send her higher and higher.

“I’m going to come, baby doll. I want to feel your hot tunnel convulse around my cock as I shoot inside you. I want to feel your cunt milk me. Come for me, baby. Come now.”

Colt followed up his sexy demand by licking his thumb then running it back and forth across her clit.

Susan cried out, her climax
so
close. She wanted to come so badly. She tried to take over the rhythm of their fucking, to work herself closer to coming, but Colt controlled her completely, keeping the speed of their in and out dance languid.

Her orgasm shivered and quivered, creeping closer inch by excruciating inch.

And then Colt pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger. “Now!”

Susan screamed as the cyclone hit, as her orgasm flooded her, roaring her heart, racing her blood, driving every thought from her head until there was only the thrill of climax, the bliss of rapture, wave after stunning wave of it.

Her arms had been gently pulled above her head, and it felt as if both men moved her, up and down, until Colt swore then clasped her even more firmly. Ryder held her down, and she felt the tip of Colt’s cock tight against her cervix, the spasms and added heat as his sperm shot into the condom pushing her to the next level, pushing her to come and come and come.