The Private Stable [Iron Spur Ranch 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (11 page)

She wasn’t resisting but waiting for them to dominate her completely.

Ethan sat on her other side, running his hand over the swell of her stomach. She didn’t brush him away this time, too far gone to worry about being self-conscious. There were so many hands that she had trouble keeping track. He whispered in her ear. “Was that your first orgasm last night, Rachel?”

She shook her head.

“How many then?” He smoothed his hand up her center, so close to her achy nipples.

Her breathing was heavy. She tried to control herself before speaking so she didn’t sound too affected. Rachel wanted to appear more experienced, savvier in the ways of men. “Lots.”

“Lies. You’re lucky you’re here and not in the private stable,” said Wyatt. He nuzzled her neck, his hot breath echoing in her ear. Her eyes lolled back in her head as she continued to slip under the erotic spell.

“What–what stable?”

“Never mind that,” he said. “Now tell me the truth. How many men have given you an orgasm?”

They didn’t desist in their sensual exploration, even when awaiting her answer. One of them covered her areola, gorging on her full breast. She loved the sensual tugging on her nipple, each pull triggering a pulsing need in her core.

“I can’t remember,” she said. It was embarrassing to admit that she’d had her first orgasm yesterday, after twenty-eight years. Why did they care one way or another?

Wyatt made a sound similar to a growl. She felt his rough hand against her stomach as he slipped under her panties. He boldly speared her pussy with two thick fingers, making her gasp aloud. She arched her back and looked him in the eyes, his fingers still firmly inside her. Rachel wanted them deeper, anything to cure her of the ache. “How many, sugar?”

She closed her eyes and exhaled her lies. “None. Last night was the first.” Rachel turned away from him, feeling ashamed of her inexperience. That’s when she saw Ethan smiling like the Cheshire Cat.

“Hear that, Wyatt? I don’t think she’s your type after all.”

He partially withdrew his fingers and then began to fuck her with them. She could feel his hard cock against her side, a virile reminder of what was hopefully to come. “She’ll do just fine,” said Wyatt. “I think I’m starting to tire of loose women.”

What did he consider her? Part of her was still an insecure, overweight child and always would be. She’d lived a sheltered life, never really living. Now she wanted to change all that, to emerge from the ashes as a strong, independent woman.

Ethan suckled her breast as Wyatt continued to toy with her cunt. The onslaught of stimulation overpowered her logic. She didn’t care about yesterday or tomorrow. Sexual relations with these cowboys were like a drug, capable of making her forget all her worries, all her pain.

“Does that feel good?” asked Ethan.

She nodded, unsure if he was referring to the stimulation of her pussy or nipple. It didn’t matter.

He proceeded to strip out of his clothing, roughly tugging the layers of material off and tossing everything to the floor. “I want to be inside you so badly, darlin’. You’ve been on my mind since yesterday. Will you let me?”

Rachel swallowed hard. She’d never been asked for her permission before. It felt odd, and it didn’t feel ladylike to consent. She really wanted to tell him to fuck her hard and fast, no holding back. But instead of voicing her needs, she kept silent.

When she examined the hard planes of Ethan’s body, she noted there wasn’t an extra inch of fat. His stomach was washboard trim, his skin a sun-kissed hue. What could he see in her? A man so fit should be disgusted by a woman who didn’t put the same effort into her appearance. But as the pressure rose within her, her coherent thoughts faded. What did it matter what they thought? They were both here, giving her exactly what she needed. It was a fantasy lived, if nothing else. Any woman would kill to spend a night with such perfect specimens of brawn and good looks rolled into one.

“No promises,” said Wyatt. “Except a night to remember.” He removed his own shirt, maintaining his place alongside her.

Ethan moved in, like a predator bearing down on its prey. His powerful arms held up his weight on either side of her frame.

“Both of you?” These were hard-core cowboys. It was hard to digest the fact that they could share her during sex with no reservations.

“Better for you,” said Ethan. He leaned down and kissed her lips, taking her by surprise. At no point did she truly consider her experience real. It was sex, nothing more.

Kissing changed it all.

Rachel couldn’t even remember the last time she’d shared such intimacy. Ethan’s lips were warm and thick. Despite his eagerness to continue, he wasn’t aggressive. Rather, he made her feel special.

When he pulled back there was a seriousness in his eyes. She wanted to trust him, allow him to fend off the world, but had to be smart.

“Take her,” said Wyatt. “I want her so full of cock she’ll be begging for air.”

She faced Wyatt. He licked his lips in a slow, sensual drag. There was rough stubble along his strong jawline adding to his masculine appeal. She loved his take-charge attitude and dominant role on the ranch. He made her feel safe, feminine, and completely wanton.

Ethan complied, snapping her lace panties clean off her body. His strength astounded her. He slid the head of his cock up and down her slick folds, coating himself in her abundance of moisture. Her body tensed in anticipation. She’d never had another man, and this would solidify the next stage of her life. When he pressed the first couple inches inside her, she gasped. He was so well endowed, filling her to overflowing.

“Sweet girl,” he whispered in her ear. His breath was hot and soothing. He kissed her neck, slowly sinking that thick cock into her pussy. Deeper, deeper, deeper. Once fully seated, he stayed motionless as if savoring the moment.

“How’s she feel?” asked Wyatt. It was odd and uniquely titillating knowing Wyatt was right beside them, watching every intimate moment. Would they take turns with her, trading places when one had their fill? Would Wyatt’s cock differ from Ethan’s?

“Fucking tight. You have no idea.”

Ethan pumped in and out of her pussy, slowing at first, quickly picking up a rhythm. He was an excellent lover, knowing just how hard and fast to go to take her to the next level. Wyatt grew impatient, reaching between them to squeeze her breasts, nipping her earlobe.

“I’m going to come,” she blurted as the heat grew to a precipice.

“Uh-uh,” said Wyatt. “It’s way too early for that.”

Ethan pulled out, leaving her throbbing, on the verge of orgasm. Within seconds the desperation eased, but the need didn’t fade.

Wyatt kicked off his Wranglers. He was even more cut, his muscles mature and weathered. A light sprinkling of hair traveled from his navel to a monstrous cock. She wondered if all the men working the Iron Spur Ranch were as well hung as these two.

He traded places with Ethan, settling between her legs. Wyatt wasted no time filling her to the hilt in one fluid motion. She cried out, the intense pleasure beyond anything she’d ever experienced in the past. He worked without faltering, fucking her hard enough to rub her clit with his pubic bone with each upthrust. The springs of the bed protested, her breasts jostling wildly.

Ethan grabbed her hand, forcing her to hold his hot, hard erection. She held it like a life preserver as Wyatt rammed into her body. Rachel couldn’t help but moan as preorgasmic bliss began to wash through her.

“I don’t want you to come, hear me?”

How long did Wyatt expect her to wait? She nodded to ensure he wouldn’t stop but was uncertain she could actually comply.

“I’ll tell you when you can come, and it won’t be until after we’ve double-teamed you.”

Double-teamed?
His dirty words were her breaking point. Her body erupted in a flash of colored light, her lower body contracting violently around Wyatt’s cock.

He pulled away as if burned.

Wyatt had to remember this girl was innocent, not one of the women who paid to visit the Iron Spur Ranch. Still, he couldn’t help his natural tendency to dominate during sex, to demand obedience and submission. He watched her writhe on the bed as she rode out her release alone. She was fucking beautiful, her eyes glazed over, her dark hair damp around her face.

He’d wanted the night to last much longer, maybe forever, and to show her things she’d never known. He was the fool for thinking he could have a sexual relationship outside of the private stable. He wasn’t capable of the tenderness a woman like Rachel required. She needed to be loved, coddled, and protected from the world—things he was incapable of providing. He had questionable roots, only knowing the darker side of life since the young age of twelve. With no real family and foster homes he’d rather forget, his life was a forfeit.

But a small part of him saw new possibilities when he looked in Rachel’s big, green eyes. He’d fed off the hope he could change, but he only proved to himself it was an impossibility.

“You didn’t listen,” he said matter-of-factly. His cock throbbed, his balls tight and uncomfortable. But he was used to delaying gratification. With Rachel, it was that much harder.

“Sorry,” she whispered. As her high settled, she reached for the covers. He didn’t stop her this time as she pulled them over her nudity. What was he thinking messing with her at all? Just because she had a killer body and the sweetest face he’d ever seen didn’t mean he should take her for a test drive. She was the type to be avoided, the kind who emotionally committed to the men she slept with. He could provide nothing in return.

“Don’t be sorry, darlin’,” said Ethan. His friend was equally hard, his cock jutting out like a virile arrow. He settled down on his side next to her, cupping her face in his hand. Her fair skin against Ethan’s heavily tanned hand was a stark contrast. “You were perfect.”

Ethan was love struck as a schoolboy. He’d taken the younger man under his wing years ago when the rest of the crew started to shun him. Wyatt had no family, so it was nice to have another person to look out for and talk to. They’d been the best of friends ever since. Now he wasn’t sure what would happen if Ethan pursued something serious with Rachel. He’d be the odd man out, the only one unable to commit. The thought of returning to his solitary life didn’t sit well with him. But he also wouldn’t deny his friend something as monumental as love and a better future than his.

“She’s too green for me. And she doesn’t know how to listen.” It was safest to keep emotionally closed off. Conjuring up scenarios that could never be was a waste of time and energy. Wyatt tugged on his blue jeans and grabbed his smokes off the table. Without another word he broke free of the trailer and into the cool night air. He took a deep, cleansing breath, trying to get that damned girl out of his head. She was like a cancer, infecting him cell by cell.

The sound of crickets and wind through the trees eased his burden. He was tempted to steal off into the night and find a sub willing to take some punishment. But the screen door slapped shut as Ethan joined him outside the trailer. Wyatt lit up a cigarette and took a heavy drag, not eager to talk. The pattern of smoke highlighted against the glow of the full moon. He chuckled to himself—his life was such a joke.

“What’re you doing out here?”

“Taking a breather.”

“We didn’t have to stop. She could have managed another one or two orgasms tonight. Fuck, this is the second time you’ve cut me off short.” Ethan sounded frustrated, kicking at the gravel with his boot.

“She didn’t listen.”

“And? Who the fuck cares? We’re not in the stable, Wyatt. This is real life.”

He turned to face Ethan, the shadows highlighting his face. “You like her.”

His friend silenced, the crickets overpowering.

“Don’t deny it. I know your heart beats her name, Ethan. As far as I’m concerned you can do what you like with your life. Just remember that you’ve known her for two days.”

“Love is always a risk.”

“Is that what it is then?”

Ethan grumbled something under his breath as he paced the area. “I’m not a fucking kid, Wyatt. I don’t fall in love for every nice set of tits. But there’s something about her. I can’t describe it.”

He didn’t need to explain because Wyatt felt the same thing.

“You know nothing about her. Fuck, the girl’s full of lies. Was she even able to saddle a horse? Because I certainly doubt it. I’ve seen this before, same as you. She’s running from something, which means she’s trouble with a capital
T
.”

“Then she needs saving.”

Wyatt took another heavy drag. He was too old for this shit. Why couldn’t he keep emotionally vacant like Damien? His life would be so much less painful if he could simply function rather than feel.

“And I suppose you’re going to play Prince Charming?” The evening air was cool against his damp skin. He stomped on his butt, careful to extinguish it completely. With the dry weather they’d been having, even a small spark could prove disastrous. He was tired of the drama. What he needed was a good night’s sleep to clear his head—something that wouldn’t be accomplished with Rachel under his bunk.

“I don’t know. Is that a problem?” There was hostility in Ethan’s tone, something rare for him. This girl was going to change everything. Unless he could put a stop to it before it got out of hand.

Cones of light bounced in the distance. They both turned to watch. The staff were usually asleep by now, early to bed, early to rise. Two black SUVs barreled down the winding path, one after the other. The headlights extinguished, leaving only the glow from the motion-detecting lights. Damien stepped out of the first truck. He was wearing all black, so he was difficult to see once he slammed his door shut. Steel came out of the second vehicle and opened the passenger door. It didn’t surprise Wyatt to see Damien’s right-hand man. He wasn’t just ranch security, but often acted as middle-man when people wanted to talk with the boss. Damien Holt valued his time and privacy.