Love Under Two Wildcatters (7 page)

“No. It just felt so good.” Susan shivered recalling just how good it had felt to have his cock in her ass.

“So, you’re not too sore?”

Susan turned her head at the hopefulness she heard in Ryder’s voice. “Too sore for what?” She tried to contain her smile, but couldn’t. Oh, she knew what he wanted. It was the same thing she wanted.

“Too sore for some more anal play.”

“Never.” Yes, she felt tender. It had been a long time since she’d enjoyed anal sex, and even then, in the past, it had been…well, it had been so
wimpy
. Colt hadn’t been wimpy, he’d been masterful. Oh, God, it had been wonderful, and tender or not, she wanted to experience that again.

“On your side, sweetheart. I want you to face Colt. In fact,” Ryder moved her onto her side the way he’d just ordered and then ran his tongue along the shell of her ear, “I want your arms around him, and I want you to kiss him.”

Colt slipped his arm around her waist and eased her left leg over his hips. She put her arms around his neck and stretched up for his kiss.

His flavor sank into her, a ripe flavor that reminded her of racing on horseback across the open range, wind in her hair, all tethers gone. He tasted wild and sinful, and she knew she’d be able to recognize him simply by his taste.

Ryder leaned over her, his fingers spreading a bit more lube up and down over her anus and then pushing into her.

“Mm, you opened for me just like a beautiful flower.” His words brushed her neck, a dark pleasure that shivered through her even as Colt’s tongue continued to stroke and play with her own and Ryder’s fingers moved in and out of her.

Colt pinched one nipple, and she moaned, her hips flexing forward and then back to take Ryder’s fingers even deeper.

“You’re so ready for me,” Ryder said.

She felt him loom over her from behind. Then his fingers slipped out, and his latex-covered cock pressed against her opening, pressed and then slid into her, solid and deep.

“My God, woman, you have an incredible ass, so hot and tight and good. You’re so perfect for us.” Ryder began a slow, steady glide and slide in and out of her.

Susan moaned. Her lips left Colt’s because she needed to stretch and move, she needed to draw in air and savor the eroticism of this, the uncontrolled passion of her body as it climbed the ladder of Eros.

“You are perfect for us,” Colt said. “Your pussy needs my fingers, doesn’t it, baby?” He gave her no time to answer. He simply began to move them in and out of her cunt.

“Oh, God,
yes
.” The sensations growing in her were completely outside of her control. She couldn’t force them or hold them back. They had taken on life of their own, fueled by the incredible sensation of Ryder’s cock moving in and out of her ass in a sure and steady rhythm and Colt’s fingers plundering her pussy at the same speed.

She closed her eyes and totally surrendered herself to their possession.

“God, what a beautiful look on your face.” Ryder’s tone sounded strained, and his breath quivered as he inhaled. “I’m close, baby. I wanted to savor this longer. Your ass feels so damn good. But I need to come.”

“Very soon, you’re going to have us in you at the same time,” Colt said. “I think you’re nearly stretched enough for us both. Do you want that? Do you want to have our cocks fucking you at the same time?”

More than anything
. She couldn’t speak the words, though, she could only whimper, because arousal became electric currents, little shock waves that sprouted and zapped, that teased and called to her, that moved with no pattern over her entire body, electrifying her very soul.

“Oh, God.” She could gasp those words, and hoped they understood.

“You do want that.” Ryder leaned over, closer, so that his words and his breathing, quicker now, bathed the side of her face.

“Mmm.” Susan’s eyes opened, widening as the spiraling sensations within her grew and grew. So close, her orgasm gathered, but then ebbed. A fine lunacy, she thought, and those words seemed perfect to describe her state. She could only lie there and let these incredibly manly men do whatever they wanted to her.

“I’m going to pound in you, baby. I have to. I need…” Ryder’s voice dropped off, his head rested on her shoulder, and he began to thrust harder and faster in her. Yes, she needed that, too. She felt primitive, changed, now a purely physical being. She moved, jutting her ass toward Ryder, resting her head on Colt’s chest.

Colt held her fast, held her still, so that all she could do was take what Ryder gave her. Fast and furious now, he moved, his grunts and cries signaling his desperate race to completion.

Colt’s fingers eased from her cunt, then grasped her clit and pinched hard.

“
Oh, God
!” Cataclysmic climax exploded inside her, shattering her into a million tiny shards of quivering bliss, a volcanic eruption of ecstasy more violent than anything she’d ever experienced. Every atom of her body shivering in the purest rapture she’d ever known.

She felt Ryder’s cock, buried deep in her ass, pulsing his orgasm, and heard in his grunts and groans that his pleasure matched hers, a pleasure so acute it bordered on torture.

Her climax ebbed, and she shivered, a teeth rattling, bone jarring shiver she hadn’t expected and couldn’t stop.

“Colt.”

“I’ve got her.”

She heard their voices, but they seemed impossibly far away. She closed her eyes, aware, but far too zoned, to react. The bed dipped behind her, and if she could, she would have smiled at the stumbling gait of her lover as he headed for the bathroom. Colt’s arms surrounded her, the furnace-like heat of his body slowly thawing her numbness. It seemed only seconds later the bed dipped again. Another furnace heated her from behind. Naked male flesh in front and back of her soothed her shattered senses.

“Thank you, Angel.” Ryder’s words and the kiss he placed on her shoulder warmed her heart.

“Sleep now, baby,” Colt said.

Susan felt herself falling and, feeling safe between them, let herself go.

* * * *

Colt rolled to his right side and propped his head up on his hand. Beside him, Susan Benedict slept soundly on her stomach, her face turned toward him, the sound of her breathing a soft puff of air that teased his skin. The sheet just barely covered her ass, leaving the sleek shape of her—the plump pillows of her breasts and the sweet dip of her hips—temptingly reachable. Next to her, taking up the last third of the very large bed, Ryder, head burrowed under his pillow, snored softly. Narrowing his eyes, Colt focused on the clock on the night table beside his best friend. The green LED display read two-fifteen.

Colt’s belly rumbled, reminding him that he and his best friend had been so busy having the delectable Susan, they hadn’t any of them stopped to have dinner. Considering the liberties he’d taken with Ms. Benedict’s body, he didn’t think she’d mind if he helped himself to the contents of her fridge.

With subtle movements, he eased himself from the bed. He stood back and watched his woman sleep. There existed no doubt within him at all. Susan Benedict belonged to him—to him and Ryder. At least, she did for now. His narrow-eyed gaze took in the entirety of the bed. In his sleep, Ryder moved closer to Susan, his arm slipped over her hip. Even so, Colt figured there was enough room in that bed for at least two more people.

He’d heard whispers about the Benedicts since before he’d met them. He’d also heard tales about their hometown of Lusty, Texas. Judging by both the bed and the shower, it would seem those whispers had merit. He wondered if on some level that wasn’t why he and Ryder had hit it off so well with Josh and Alex the first time they had met.

It certainly explained that unusual meeting they’d had with the brothers a couple of days ago.

He snagged his boxers from among the scattered clothes on the floor and quickly pulled them on. He didn’t bother with shoes or socks, a decision he regretted just a few moments later when he padded outside to the truck.

Neither he nor Ryder had packed much for this particular job. They’d figured the drilling would likely take a couple of days, and the other not-so-subtle request that they see what they could do to coax Ms. Benedict out of her emotional slump in whatever way they could, just a few more. So they’d each stashed a duffel bag in the small storage space in the back of the cab, enough clothes for maybe a week—and a box of condoms, just in case.

Colt grabbed both bags, then locked the truck.

Inside the house, he set their bags by the stairs and headed into the kitchen to see what he could find to eat. He hoped the lady wasn’t a vegetarian because he had a yen for some meat. A sandwich would do, for now.

He found everything he could have hoped for, including what appeared to be homemade bread.

If the lady sleeping so sexily upstairs made her own bread, he didn’t see how he and Ryder would ever be able to let her go.

Whoa
. Colt never thought the words “permanent” and “woman” in the same sentence.
Best put a lid on that kind of thinking.

“My gut woke me up, too.”

Colt jerked his gaze to the doorway as Ryder, also sporting only his boxers, came into the kitchen.

“There’s roast beef and homemade bread.”

“I need coffee.” Ryder investigated the caffeine possibilities and quickly put a pot on to brew.

“The smell of that’s going to wake her,” Colt commented as the scent of coffee filled the air.

“That wouldn’t be a hardship,” Ryder said.

Colt chuckled. “No, but we could at least pretend to be gentlemen and let the lady get a full night’s sleep.”

“Gentlemen are so overrated,” Susan said.

She looked sexy as hell wearing nothing but a T-shirt that came down to mid-thigh. Her blond hair, rumpled and pillow dried, just added to her appeal.

She moved to the cupboard and brought down three cups.

“I don’t know,” Colt said, shaking his head as she reached for the coffeepot. “The last time we sat down here to have coffee, all heaven broke loose.”

“Smooth talker.” Susan poured the brew and passed the cups around. “I’d intended to pull one of my mother’s frozen lasagnas out of the freezer and bake it for our dinner.”

“Colt and I are both pretty good cooks.”

Ryder’s comment told him more than just the sum total of the words. Neither of them had ever offered to cook for a woman before. Cooking implied a deeper level of relationship than either of them had been willing to offer so far.

Blood will tell, and neither one of them had what you could call respectable parentage. They’d never felt they could offer a woman more than a few days of fun.

Colt couldn’t say why he’d sensed right from the first moment that Susan Benedict was going to be different. He just had, and now, he knew Ryder felt the same.

“Well, good. You know, I woke up, and the two of you were gone, but I knew you hadn’t gone far. And then I started thinking.”

“You don’t appear to me to be the sort of woman who ever stops. Thinking, that is.” Colt shot a quick look at Ryder, wondering if his friend was getting any “pissed off” vibes from the lady. He himself wasn’t, but he’d never claimed to be particularly intuitive when it came to women and their emotions.

“Thank you.” Susan smiled at them both then tilted her head to one side. “Just how well do you know my brothers?”

Ryder lifted both his eyebrows as he sent Colt a pointed look. Colt shrugged.

“We’ve known Josh and Alex socially for a few years. Recently, we’ve become business partners.”

Susan raised one eyebrow. “How recently?”

Colt hesitated only for a heartbeat. “Very.”

“Huh.”

Susan pulled out a chair and positioned herself between them. She sipped her coffee slowly, and Colt didn’t really know what would happen next. Her brothers had suggested that since he and Ryder were single and their sister also single, and since they, her brothers, recognized Susan as a mature, fully grown adult woman capable of deciding on her own friends…Come to think of it, neither Alex nor Josh had actually finished that thought.

It’s not as if they’d been awarded the contract with Benedict Oil and Minerals as a payoff for services of a more personal nature about to be rendered.

Then why the hell does it feel that way?