Love Under Two Wildcatters (27 page)

Susan sighed as she felt her anus open, as she felt him enter her. He used one strong, steady thrust to fill her completely.

“Fuck us, baby. Make us come.”

Her hips moved in that unique rhythm, down and in and up and back, a sensuous movement of heart and instinct and need. Masculine hands anchored her, waist and hips, yet the control and the power was hers. Never had she felt so feminine, never had she felt so empowered as she did right then. The sounds of her lovers, sounds of growing arousal and nearing bliss, at once pleased and challenged her. She gave, and she gave, receiving back more than any woman had ever been given.

“Oh, yes, yes, you both feel so damn good, so close.
 
Just a little—” The first contraction swept through her, an orgasm that consumed her entire being, heart and mind and body and soul. Pulsing strong, like the heartbeat of life itself, it came, and it came until she surrendered to it completely, until she collapsed on Ryder, their orgasms shivering and alive within her, joining hers, until she knew beyond doubt they really had been transformed from three into one.

Long, long moments later, when breath had been regained and condoms disposed of, the men came back to bed, one on each side of her. She lay on her back as they ranged above her, looking down at her. She reveled in the sensation of being cocooned in their heat and their love.

“Your mother told me winter weddings were nice,” Colt said.

“Did she, now?” Susan heard the smile in her voice.

“Mm.” Colt bent down and kissed her, his lips and tongue reverent in their caress.

When he pulled back, she turned to kiss Ryder. Each of her lovers tasted like more to her.

“We want you to have whatever kind of wedding you want,” Ryder said. “As long as it’s as soon as possible. We don’t want to risk you changing your mind about us.”

She reached up and stroked first Colt’s face and then Ryder’s. “You had it backwards all along, you know. I don’t really believe that
I’m
worthy of the two of you. But now that I’ve tasted love under two wildcatters, I’m not letting you go, not either of you. You’re good and stuck with me. Forever.”

“Praise God,” Colt said.

Susan knew, by the love in their eyes, he’d just spoken for them all.

THE END