Espino, Stacey - Her Cowboy Triple Team [Ride 'em Hard 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (19 page)

“Bring her to the edge of the bed,” said
Austin
. They shifted her. Their strong arms aided in lifting and adjusting her to their satisfaction.

“Nice,” whispered Ben in her ear as he smoothed his hand over her ass from behind. The warm length of his body was pressed tight to her back. “Do you like being fucked up the ass, Kayla? Do you want my dick in here?” He lightly touched her tight rosette, a burst of sensation releasing on contact. She remembered the intensity of her orgasm when she was double-teamed. It was incomparable.

“Yes,” she squealed, not wanting to wait a minute longer.

Grant was partially on the bed, one leg on, one off. His cock was fully erect, just like
Austin
’s, which waggled near her face. “Ready, baby doll? Ready to take all three of us? Once we do this, there’s no turning back. You’ll be stuck with the lot of us.”

She loved the sound of that. They promised roots, security, and the happily ever after she’d always sought. “God, yes!”

Grant joined her on the edge of the bed, pulling her thigh over his hip. He entered her smoothly, his big dick filling her pussy, calming the fire. As soon as the first cock entered her pussy, the second forged in her ass. Ben didn’t waste any time. As his rigid cock joined Grant’s, she felt stuffed, complete. Together, Grant and Ben fought for space, gliding into her slick openings, filling her to the max. They were twisted, limbs overlapping, male bodies vying for space so they could force as much cock inside her as possible.
Austin
stroked her hair, something she remembered from when her mother was alive. She opened her eyes briefly to glance up into his dark eyes. They were hypnotic. He watched her with a mix of lust and love and glanced at the men working her body while stroking his erection.

“Fuck, she’s amazing,” grunted Ben.

She continued to look up at
Austin
, bracing for each powerful thrust into her ass. Wanting it harder, faster. “Give it to me,” she demanded. Kayla wanted
Austin
’s cock in her mouth. Her need to suck during this time of sexual awakening was a necessity. He eagerly poised himself at her mouth. She opened for him, wrapping her lips around the hot, silky flesh of his cock.

“You’re perfect, Kayla. Never let anyone tell you you aren’t.” She wanted to say the same to him but couldn’t speak with her mouth full.

She felt as though not an inch of her skin was untouched. Hands were on her breasts, in her hair, and she had a thick cock in every orifice. They pummeled her, fucking her into delirium. She didn’t think about her bouncing breasts or belly rolls, only the pleasure these men were determined to give her.

“Oh God!” she cried out as her body began to heat, burning and burning in need of release. Kayla immediately sought
Austin
’s cock again. The preorgasmic realm took over, washing through her body, bringing her to a higher plane of satisfaction than she thought possible. It was right there, on the cusp of release.

Almost, almost…so close.

Then her body erupted, her cunt grabbing Grant’s cock and her ass throbbing around Ben’s. It was the most wickedly beautiful thing she’d experienced. Ever.

Austin
pulled free from her mouth when she could barely breathe, gasping for air as she climaxed. He continued to pump his cock until he joined the other men in orgasm. His white ejaculate sprayed over her breasts, hot and sticky. She didn’t care. Kayla was boneless, sated, and needed to sleep for a week.

She must have drifted off, because when she awoke the sun had shifted, half the room in shadows. It took a moment for her to recall where she was. Her body was cleansed, the blanket tucked in around her.

“Sleep well?” asked Ben. He was lying beside her on his side, only wearing a pair of black boxer briefs. How long had he been watching her?

“How long was I out?”

“Couple hours.”

She couldn’t believe she’d passed out for that long. Normally she could never fall asleep anywhere but her own mattress. “Where’s Austin and Grant?”

“Working. Grant had to head home to help Matthew. He said he’d call you tonight.
Austin
’s helping round up the cattle. Storm’s coming.”

Kayla glanced at the window, the afternoon sun still beaming in. “Storm?”

“Trust me. It’ll be here in a few days.”

Ben stroked her hair, tucking it behind her ear. There was a peaceful air surrounding him. She studied the tattoos on his exposed arm, running a finger over the patterns.

“Do they mean anything?”

He turned to look at his arm. “I’ve had them for a long time. I got this one when I finished my agriculture degree. It was a promise to keep the legacy of the
Richmond
name. We’re fourth-generation ranchers on this same stretch of land.” Ben pointed out the patterns, the lettering and symbols representing his family crest. He was a man of honor with a rich family heritage. She also had no idea he’d been to university, something she wished she could have done. Most of the farmers she knew, including Clay, learned from their fathers and so on.

“You’re like walking artwork, a human canvas,” she teased.

“Remember what Grant said? We’ll be making you a living piece of art real soon.” He winked at her. Even though she was half-dazed and lazy from sleep, she couldn’t forget Grant’s illicit plans to paint her naked body with melted chocolate. Just the thought made her clench the muscles in her pussy.

“Tell me, Ben. What do you think of all this?”

“What? Sharing you with two other men?” He shifted closer, breathing in deep at her neck. He made a sound—half moan, half growl. “You’re still mine.”

“And theirs?”

“And theirs.” He kissed her on the lips, his goatee scraping her chin. It would only take a slight deepening of the kiss for her to lose herself to Ben, but he pulled back, kissing her on the tip of the nose before slipping out of bed. “If I don’t get outside and help
Austin
, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

She watched him dress, his muscles flexing and tensing as he tugged on his Wranglers and fitted T-shirt. “Can you drive me home? I don’t trust my legs after what we just did.”

“You don’t want to stay here?” He shrugged on a padded plaid work shirt and began to button it. Ben sat on the edge of the bed, his brow furrowed. “I thought maybe you’d want to stay here now—permanently.” The last word was hesitant, vulnerable. As much as she wanted to commit to these men, forget her lonely years, it was so much so fast. What if one of them tired of her? Then she wouldn’t even have an apartment to return to.

“I have to feed my cat, and I have some work I promised to do for Mr. Wilder.”

He nodded. “Sure thing, sweetheart. You call me if you get lonely and I’ll come share that little bed of yours.”

* * * *

Grant slowed his gelding when he saw Clay’s pickup truck pull up to the main barn. They hadn’t come public with their relationship, but Kayla could have decided to tell her brother. Even though Grant’s intentions were honorable, it wouldn’t be pleasant to face her brother and explain that his little sister was being triple-teamed. It would have to come out sooner or later, but he didn’t look forward to the day he had to face Clay. He wasn’t just Kayla’s only family but also responsible for distributing their product.

Even though Grant, Kayla, and the
Richmond
brothers had cemented their ménage relationship, there were still so many intricacies that needed to be addressed. Where would Kayla live—the
Richmond
or Garner ranch? How would they deal with the GE seed issue? How would they tell their families, friends, and the townsfolk that they were together?

There was a lot to think about, but one thing was for certain. Kayla was his future.

“Howdy, stranger.” Clay leaned against the fence, tilting his hat back. Grant rode up to the rails and stopped his horse.

“Mornin’. What brings you by?”

“I have a message from my sister.”

His chest immediately seized. He had a strong protective instinct when it came to his woman. Now that he’d found his calling, he’d do anything for her.

“Oh?”

“She wanted you to know she’d be in St. Albert for the rest of the week.”

“St. Albert? What’s she doing in the city?” A thousand thoughts flitted through his head. Was she not happy? He remembered her talking about dreams of getting out of the country. Had she decided a ménage was too much for her?

“I have some new deals going through thanks to Mr. Wilder. It’ll be good for the whole town once the contracts are signed.”

“So you asked her to do you a favor?”

“No, she offered. Can’t say I’m crazy about her going by herself, but she’s always had that blasted independent streak.”

Alone in the city? A rodeo epicenter, no less. She wanted to go? His heart raced. He’d been so happy with his new lot in life that he hadn’t taken her feelings into consideration. Although he thought she was just as happy, maybe she needed more. Perhaps three uneducated cowboys weren’t satisfying enough for a refined woman like Kayla. She loved art, culture, and as Clay said, craved her independence.

“When she comin’ back?”

“
If
she comes back.” Clay plucked off his Stetson and ran a hand through his dark hair. “It wouldn’t surprise me. Kayla’s been begging for me to cut the apron strings for years. We only had each other, but I think my marriage has her feeling out of sorts, like she doesn’t belong. Ever since her birthday, she hasn’t quite been the same.”

Grant dismounted, looping the reins around the fence post before hopping the top rail. “Why you telling me all this?” He couldn’t disguise his black mood as he stomped past Clay toward the bay doors of the barn.

“I thought maybe the two of you had hit it off. You’ve been seeing a lot of each other the past couple weeks.”

“And? You think I drove her off?”

“No, I think you’re the man who should go fetch her.” Clay braced Grant’s shoulder. “She thinks she’s too old for you. She’s certain anything the two of you have is destined to failure.”

“This is a surprise.” He leaned against the stall boards and exhaled, looking up at the cracks in the aged wooden roof. “I know I haven’t officially asked for your blessing, but I thought she was happy. We’ve been through her whole low-self-esteem issue, and I thought I’d seen the last of it.”

Clay chuckled. “Not Kayla. She puts up a good front, but my baby sister’s been through a lot. I tried my damndest to shelter her from the world, but I can’t be everywhere all the time. It ain’t always easy to erase the scars, especially in just a few weeks.”

“I’ll do whatever it takes.” Apparently his spankings weren’t enough to convince her.

“You sure you’re up to that kind of challenge? Maybe there’s some truth in her fears. You’re young, good looking, with the whole world ahead of you.”

“I love her.” He blurted the words, not sure why he had the need to say them. They came from his heart, and he didn’t care about the consequences.

“Have you told her that?”

Had he? Maybe he hadn’t said the words, but he’d committed to her, body and soul. Now he wanted nothing more than to say the three words to her face. To ensure she believed them.

“I’ll take that as a no. Anyway, I have to head home. Angel’s been in quite the mood lately, as I’m sure you’re familiar.” He smiled, then began to return to his truck.

“Hey!”

Clay stopped in his tracks.

“I don’t know what to do.” His words came out nearly a whisper. He felt lost, his world tilting off axis.

“I think you do, Grant. Kayla’s not much different than my wife. They think they know everything, but what they really need is a strong man to show them the way. A woman needs to feel wanted, needed.”

Once Clay had disappeared down the road in a cloud of dust, Grant boarded his own truck, not even stopping to tell Matthew he was leaving.

By the time he drove through the Richmond Ranch archway, his palms were sweaty. He wanted Kayla back, wanted a second chance to prove his love to her. Had he shared her too soon? Should he have spent more time with her during the foundation of their relationship?

“
Austin
,” he called out after slamming his truck door shut. He could see him in the holding paddock just off in the distance. The sky was eerily black, heavy with rain. The cattle clamored, the air sickly humid. He should be back on his own ranch helping Matthew secure for the big storm. But all that he could think about were those big doe eyes.

Both Austin and Ben met up with him in the clearing near the house. “If you’re looking for Kayla, she’s not here.”

“That’s because she’s gone. She packed up and headed to St. Albert. Clay seems to think she won’t be coming back.”

“That’s impossible,” said Ben. “She promised us we’d all have a picnic lunch this weekend at her favorite spot by the drop in the stream. I even wrote a song for her.”

“And I bought the chocolate for melting,” added
Austin
.