Steel and Hardness (2 page)

Cupping her breast, she lowered her head and
brought the nipple to her mouth. Knowing how much he loved to watch
her pleasure herself, she gazed into his eyes and licked the rosy
areola. The nipple constricted, and she placed her lips around the
whole area, sucking it into her mouth.

Taylor’s hips bucked beneath her. His thumb
rapidly circled her clit, drawing her orgasm to the surface. So
close, her muscles tensed, begging for release. The inner tube
rocked wildly, whether from the river current or their movements,
she wasn’t sure. She glanced up at Bryce, masturbating not ten feet
away. Caught up in his own fantasy, his hand worked his cock with a
familiar touch.

“B-Bryce…” She wanted to involve them both.
Throwing back her head, she arched her back, sending her curls down
her back. Her breasts thrust in the air. “Do it, Taylor. Make me
come…for you…and Bryce.”

Taylor grabbed her hips and pulled her down,
up, down, up. His cock rubbed against her G-spot, and she shook her
head. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

Her orgasm hit her hard, fast, and carried
her away. Wave after wave, she gyrated atop Taylor. His fingers dug
into her ass, holding her securely on the inner tube. His cock shot
warm bursts of cum deep inside of her. Panting, she stared over at
Bryce and smiled.

He held his cock at the base of his length
and spilled his seed over the side of the tube. She turned back to
Taylor. He grinned up at her. “That’s a first. I’ve never had sex
on an inner tube.”

“Really?” She laughed. “This whole
relationship is a first for me.” She leaned over and held out her
hand for Bryce, whose float was helped by the current. “I love you
both so much.”

“I love you too, brown eyes.”

“…
love you
too.”

Chapter Two

The sun had dipped lower behind the trees by
the time they’d stopped riding the river for the day. Bryce held
her hand and led her up to the back of the ranger station. She
glanced over her shoulder and smiled. Taylor carried the inner
tubes, his gaze trained to the small, unadorned cabin. “Jolene says
the ranger is gone until Tuesday.”

“Just making sure.” Taylor set down the
supplies, reached behind him and fingered his lower back, stopped,
and frowned. “I feel naked without my pistol.”

“It’s good for you to let your guard down
and relax.” Pauline leaned against his chest. “Mmm…you’re nice and
warm.”

“Here, we’ll warm you up.” Taylor moved in
behind her.

Sandwiched between the two men, she sighed.
She wrapped her arms around Bryce’s waist and laid her head on his
shoulder. She’d never thought of her height as having an advantage
until she fell in love with her two FBI agents. At five foot ten
inches, she was only a couple inches shorter than them, but with
her longer legs, their body parts matched up perfectly.

“I think Taylor is very happy,” she
murmured.

Taylor pressed against her ass. “I told you
this week was hell, being away from you for so long.” His hands
wandered down her sides to her hips. “I want to share you with
Bryce. I want you to take both of us.”

“Mm…” She swayed back and forth, Bryce’s
cock rising at the attention. “I think Bryce agrees with you.”

“Hell, yeah.” He kissed the side of her
forehead. “We have no lube, though, so we’ll save that for when
we’re back at the cabin.”

“Maybe I could—”

Taylor stepped back. “No. There’s too much
of a chance we’d end up hurting you.”

Pauline moved a few steps away so she could
see both of them at the same time. “Thank you…even though I think I
could do it, and I want to do it, I love how you take care of me.”
She pursed her lips. “How much time until Tony arrives?”

Bryce glanced at his watch. “Fifteen minutes
or so. Why?”

She crooked her finger at Bryce. “Come
here.”

Bryce stepped in front of her. She turned to
Taylor. “Your turn. I want you right here.” She pointed to the
ground beside Bryce. Once the two men were shoulder to shoulder in
front of her, she lowered herself to her knees. “Drop ’em,
agents.”

She laughed. Their shorts hit their ankles
in record time. Running her hand up between each of their legs, she
luxuriated in their differences. Bryce with his dark good looks,
lean, tough body, and dark eyes, showed her how serious he was
about making this relationship work every chance he got. She drew a
circle around Bryce’s ball sac with her finger. “I think I know
what I want.” She grasped Bryce’s cock with her hand. “This.”
Repeating the same move on Taylor, she smiled. “And this.”

Pointing the head of their dicks together,
she stuck out her tongue, leaned forward, and slid her tongue up
and down, tasting them both. Bryce was thicker, shorter by a half
an inch at the most. Taylor’s hardness was longer, and he shaved
everything but the top little patch at the base of his cock. She
sucked the bulbous head of Taylor’s dick into her mouth and moaned.
Her fingers caressed Bryce while she paid attention to Taylor.

She loved to watch them.
They were so beautiful together. All steel and hardness. They were
the strength that kept all three of them together. Dependable,
loving, and honorable, they were her guys.
And they love me.

She let go of Taylor and moved her mouth
over to Bryce. Trailing her tongue along the vein underneath his
cock, she reached over and slid her hand in between Taylor’s legs
and rubbed the sensitive spot between sac and anus.

“Holy shit.” Taylor’s body tightened, and he
rolled to his toes. His cock bobbed against her cheek.

No longer chilled from the wet clothes on
her body, she let go of Bryce, spread her knees farther apart, and
sat back on her heels. Her breasts strained against the bikini top.
She reached up and undid the strings at the back of her neck and
let the material fall. Her nipples stood out against the paler skin
she uncovered. “Touch me.”

Bryce and Taylor each took the breast
closest to them with one hand and guided their cocks to her mouth
with their other fist. She opened her mouth and let them decide
whose turn it was with her mouth. She sucked greedily back and
forth. Pleasure radiated from her nipples, through her body,
straight down to her pussy. She ground her anus against her bare
heel. Her hand slipped inside her shorts to play with her clit.

“God, you’re beautiful.” Bryce pulled her
nipple over to rub it against his balls. “I can’t hold back much
longer. She’s sucking me dry.”

“My turn.” Taylor rubbed his cock around her
mouth.

She flicked the small slit on the end of his
dick with her tongue, trying to grasp the engorged head between her
lips. She mewed. Her hips rocked back and forth. Bryce’s handy work
on her breast sent a surge of moisture to her pussy. “Please.” She
leaned forward to capture Taylor, but he pulled his cock back. His
hand stroked the length, and precum coated the end. “I want.” She
scraped the width of her lip with her teeth, her fingers working
feverously on her clit. “Oh, God. I’m going to—”

Bryce and Taylor both had her breasts and
held her nipples, so every tug from her body sent a ripple of
pleasure through her middle. She gazed up at them. Their eyes were
glazed in sexual heat.

“I’m gonna shoot my cum all over your ripe
breasts.” Bryce’s hand stroked his cock, hard, almost violent.

“Open your mouth, sweetie.” Taylor slid his
fist more slowly in long, smooth caresses.

Bryce groaned first, slamming his hand to
the base of his dick and holding himself still while he spurted cum
all over the front of her. Letting go of her nipple, he rubbed
himself against the sensitive nerves. Her body seized at the sight.
Juice coated her fingers, and she opened her mouth and screamed
through the spasms flooding her body.

Taylor aimed for her mouth. Her tongue
licked his cum off her lips greedily. Her butt slipped between her
heels, and she sagged to the ground in total contentment.

A car horn honked from the front of the
ranger station. Her brows lifted. “Oh, shit. I’m a mess.” She
hurried to retie the strings of her top.

Bryce and Taylor helped her up. She rubbed
her neck, sticky with their cum, and held her hands out. “What is
Tony going to think when he gets a look at me?”

“There’s a water faucet by the back door.”
He put his hand on her back. “Taylor can clean you up while I load
the inner tubes.” Bryce moved away to pick up the floats.

“Bryce?” She turned around and glanced
between him and Taylor. “Thank you…for everything.”

Chapter Three

Pauline’s booted heels
clapped down the aisle of the stables toward her office door. She
lifted her arm and glanced at her watch—six minutes early.
Good.
She wasn’t going
to give her Uncle Jack any excuse to use a tardy against her. She’d
made the deadline. Now all she had to do was sign the papers, and
the money would be deposited into her account by the end of the
day. She’d have everything wrapped up in time to spend time with
Bryce and Taylor when they came over to spend the night with
her.

She strolled faster to the end of the barn.
Those two men had taken her by surprise. Never in a million years
had she ever dreamed of loving two men…two agents who worked for
the federal government, no less. She’d tried to break up with both
of them when she found herself falling for them equally, but they
never gave up on her.

They’d talked and listened through all her
worries of what a ménage relationship can do to the people
involved, and after one wonderful night spent making love to both
of them at the same time, she never had another thought that their
relationship was anything but meant to happen. Having all the
agents on their team support them was surprisingly nice. Even
Jolene and Josie seemed not to have a problem with their
relationship. She grinned. They might even be a little jealous,
going from some of their comments over the weekend.

Outside the door she paused, inhaled deeply,
threw back her shoulders, and opened the door. The room sat empty.
She frowned. Weird…she thought the others would have—

A hand covered her mouth
and nose. She pulled, but the arm tightened. Shaking her head, she
tried to break away from the nasty-smelling glove, but the person
was stronger than she was. Lifting her foot, she stomped behind
her.
Help!

Her legs wobbled. She
scratched at the arm holding her, but her muscles grew heavy. She
closed her eyes.
Oh, God.
Bryce…Taylor…

* * *

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Bryce tilted his head. “Something’s
wrong.”

“She’s probably in the shower.” Taylor
stepped away from the door. “Let’s give her a few minutes more, and
we’ll try again.”

Something was off. Pauline always had the
door open and stood ready to jump in their arms every time they’d
spent time on the ranch with her. Bryce’s chest grew tight, and he
pushed his fingers through his short hair. Today was a huge day for
her. He’d expected her to want to share her good news. She hadn’t
answered the phone when they called earlier, and now she wasn’t at
home.

“I’m serious, Taylor.” He moved a few feet
along the side of the house and peered through the window. “I can
feel it. She’s not here.”

“Why wouldn’t she be?” Taylor knocked on the
door, turned the handle, but it didn’t budge. “Pauline! Open
up!”

Bryce removed the loaded pistol from the
side of his jeans. “I’m taking a look around.”

“I’ll check the back of the house. Maybe she
left a door or window unlocked.” Taylor lifted up his pant leg and
removed his government issued 40 caliber from the holster tied to
his leg.

Bryce headed straight to the stables where
he knew her office was located. Easing between the doors, he tuned
his ears for any noise aside from the normal horses neighing, the
clop of a hoof, and the rattle of the doors as the animals moved to
stick their heads out into the aisle looking for more feed from
whoever entered the barn. Trained to never yell out during an
investigation, he stayed to the side of the walkway and headed
toward the office.

Pauline was an independent woman, a business
owner, and more than strong enough to handle any chore on the
ranch. He clenched his teeth. None of this explained his worry.
Around him, or Taylor, her devotion and love consumed their time
together. She threw all her attention into pleasing them. If she
knew they were coming, and she did, she’d damn well be at the house
to greet them.

The office door was open, the lights on, and
Pauline’s desk was immaculately in order like every other time he’d
stepped foot in the room. He shoved the pistol in the front of his
jeans. Dammit. Where could she be?

He turned around, paused, and searched the
room. Something piqued his attention, but what? He narrowed his
eyes. Saddles, extra boots, ropes, a couple chairs, the coat
rack—his body tensed.

On the edge of the chair sat a white
disposable cotton glove, the kind Pauline wore when she applied
liniment on the horses. She was the tidiest person he knew. She’d
never leave a glove, used or unused, somewhere out in the open.

Stepping over to the computer, he removed a
piece of paper from the printer, and delicately grabbed a finger of
the glove without compromising the evidence. He lifted it to his
nose, sniffed, and groaned. Wrapping the glove in the paper, he
stalked out of the office.

He broke out running. “Bryce.” He came to a
stop. His chest hurt, and he had the worst storm brewing in the pit
of his stomach. “Someone has kidnapped our woman.”

* * *

Pauline tried the door handle again. “Shit.”
She paced to the other side of the room and peered out of the
window. Even if she had a chair or something to break the glass,
the bars would prevent her from escaping. She stared outside.
Wherever she was, there were no neighbors, businesses, or a living
soul in the area, only trees, grass, and a single clothesline in
the distance.