The Private Stable [Iron Spur Ranch 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (19 page)

Wyatt settled in comfortably, suckling her at a steady but demanding pace. She could feel the pressure build in her cunt, the world slowly slipping away. Rachel began to drift to that higher realm, floating and absorbing all the delicious sensations.

Then he pulled away abruptly. She was panting when she looked down between her legs to see what the holdup was.

“Tell me you’re beautiful,” he insisted. “Or I won’t continue.”

“It would be a lie. Do you want me to lie to you?”

“Just say it, pet. I’m getting impatient.”

“Fine. I’m beautiful,” she blurted, not meaning what she said. It was a stupid game he was trying to play, but she also wanted him to continue to pleasure her.

He shook his head, no humor in his eyes. “Not good enough. I want you to see yourself as I do. I want you to understand how hard you make my cock. How every soft curve makes me so horny I can’t even think straight. When I’m supposed to be working, I’m thinking of what you might be doing. I dream about sucking your tits and filling you with my cum over and over. I can finally envision the future…and you’re always there.”

She froze, knowing he was telling the truth. He wasn’t a man of sweet words, so it meant a lot to hear his confession.

“Tell me again. Tell me you’re beautiful.”

“Fine, I’ll say it if you kiss me. On the lips.”

He nodded.

“I’m–I’m beautiful.” Tears welled in her eyes. She realized she actually believed it, and the reality of it scared and fascinated her. Rachel had always hated herself and had been brainwashed by Jason and society to believe that she was a black sheep since she didn’t have a trim figure. Wyatt and Ethan liked her for who she was, never remarking negatively about her weight. They truly seemed to love her hourglass figure, not even wanting to turn the lights out during sex.

He crawled up onto the bed and cradled her in his arms. He kissed her atop the head, a loving gesture. Then he moved lower, kissing her temples and cheeks.

“I don’t do this, little lamb. You’re the first woman I’m risking my heart for.” Then he kissed her. She closed her eyes and savored the intimacy. She was transported into the clouds, the kiss adding a new, powerful element to their relationship. Somehow she knew things would change after today, all of them taking chances for love.

Ethan’s interest in the private stable increased tenfold once he discovered Rachel’s interest. How could he ever refuse her? Although he’d avoided involving himself in Damien’s BDSM club, he was ready to indulge to please his woman.

Wyatt had finally accepted the feelings he’d been harboring for the new girl, bringing the possibility of a permanent ménage a trois closer to reality. Hearing him declare his affection for Rachel didn’t stir jealousy within Ethan. Rather, he was happy for his best friend. Wyatt had been alone and unsettled for far too long. It was about time he accepted real love into his life.

“Don’t cry, baby girl. I’d take on the whole world just to see you smile.” Ethan wiped away one of her tears. Her eyes were green and luminescent, even in the candlelight. He’d always had an attraction to women with light eyes. His were just as dark as all the other members of his family, a strong genetic trait. Rachel had the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen.

“I’m not sad,” she said. “I’m not used to men being good to me. I guess I’m still waiting for the bomb to drop.”

“Ain’t gonna happen,” said Wyatt. “I don’t know about men in the city, but out here, cowboys don’t take commitment to a woman lightly.”

“What are you saying? Are you making a commitment?” she asked, her voice low and cautious.

Wyatt kissed her again. “I’ve already told you, I think you deserve better. But imagining you with any other man makes me see red.”

“Ethan, too?”

“Not Ethan. He’s like family to me. Actually, he’s all I’ve got.”

Wyatt turned and looked at him. Ever since Ethan’s family had turned against him after the manslaughter, Wyatt had been his rock, standing up for him and never taking back his friendship. He wasn’t sure he’d have survived the nightmare on his own. In turn, Ethan was well aware that Wyatt had been on his own since childhood, running away from his foster home and not looking back.

They could fight until they were both black and blue, but it never changed their tight-knit, brotherly relationship. Rachel was a new miracle sent to them from above. She complemented them individually and as a unit.

“How long does this commitment last? Until morning? Until the next girl is hired at the ranch?”

“Ethan, bring me a candle from the far wall. One of the red ones.”

He listened to his friend without question, retrieving one of the large red candles. They must have been burning for a long time, the centers all liquid wax. Wyatt carefully took the flickering candle from him, showing it to Rachel.

“What’s that for?” she asked.

“I’m going to sign my name on your heart, little lamb. It’ll be my promise to you. And it’ll be a reminder never to question my commitment again.” Wyatt moved to the side. “Hold her arms up,” he said.

Ethan was hesitant but complied, knowing Rachel had a safe word. For all the many visitors to the private stable, there had to be something appealing about these forbidden acts. He stretched Rachel’s arms up above her head on the bed. Her nipples were tight little buds, and she didn’t protest.

Wyatt crawled high over her body, not touching her. “These are special candles, pet. They don’t burn too hot. Close your eyes. I want you to concentrate on how this feels.” Once her eyes closed, he held the candle above the area between her breasts, slightly to the left side, and let a thin stream of liquid fall down. She gasped at first but settled quickly with a contented sigh.

“Are you okay, darlin’?” He wasn’t sure this was his cup of tea, ready to put an end to it on a moment’s notice if Rachel protested. She didn’t.

Wyatt continued unfettered, painting a trail of wax around her areola. The red was a stark contrast to her pale skin. Rachel began to squirm when the wax melted around her nipples. She made soft mewling sounds that made his cock impossibly hard.

“Doesn’t it hurt her?” he asked.

“It’s erotic play, Ethan. Sometimes a little pain can add to the sensuality.”

Ethan peeled back the wax as it hardened, licking the reddened skin to soothe it. Rachel had yet to open her eyes, her legs falling willingly to the sides. The more excited she became, the more it affected him. He sucked her tits, his hands sliding through the freshly poured wax. He massaged the wax over her body as he nipped and sucked her upper body.

“Can you still feel the plug, Rachel?” asked Wyatt.

She shook her head.

“Then you’re ready to take us both. Can you do that? Can you handle two cocks inside your body?”

Just imagining it made Ethan’s blood run hot. He hoped Rachel was ready and willing because he didn’t want to leave the stable with a hard-on.

“I don’t know.”

“Hmm.” Wyatt strolled away from the bed, setting the candle back in its holder. He sat in a black-velvet-covered armchair facing the bed. “Good girls obey. They don’t hesitate to please their man.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll try.”

Ethan’s balls pulled up tight, making for an uncomfortable pressure in his Wranglers. Rachel loved to be dominated. He could see it in her eyes, her heart rate, and the way she moved her body. It surprised him after what she’d told him about her ex. He’d expected her to need a gentle, loving hand. But he wanted to continue her domination fantasy in any way he could.

“Come here,” said Wyatt. “I want you to sit on my cock, and then Ethan’s going to take that plug out of your ass and replace it with his dick. You’ll feel very full, but I promise it will be your undoing. After today, you’ll be begging us to double fuck you.”

“Yes…” she murmured, climbing off the bed and making her way over to the velvet chair. Wyatt had unfastened his pants, his cock jutting up hard and ready. Rachel straddled his lap, the large chair providing ample room for her legs as she settled in over his erection. They both groaned as she sank all the way down.

Ethan didn’t wait for his invitation. He was all over her, kissing her back and reaching around to fondle her big tits. He loved every inch of her, and more than anything right now, he needed to be balls deep inside of her ass.

He carefully plucked the toy out of her and tossed it aside. Her tight little asshole tried to close up completely, a trail of lube leaking out. Ethan released his cock and held the base as he used the moisture to cover his head. He wasted no time sinking in. Wyatt’s erection was a natural obstacle inside her, only a thin membrane separating them. He pushed all his inches in past her anal ring until she was filled to the hilt. The fit was impossibly tight. Heaven.

“Oh God,” she cried. Her breathing was rapid. “So…full.”

Ethan didn’t move, not wanting to overwhelm her. He felt like a horse at the starting gates, dying to begin the race. His cock twitched, desperate to fuck Rachel’s tight asshole.

He took a breath. “How does it feel, Rachel? Do you like my cock in your ass?”

* * * *

She was so full of cock she thought she’d explode or gag. It was a new, intense sensation unlike anything she’d ever experienced. But the longer they remained inside her the more she realized just how comfortable she was. There was an unparalleled satisfaction, every cell being stimulated at once. The dual invasion was unique, the perfect ingredients to a powerful orgasm. As soon as Ethan began to thrust, she knew Wyatt was right—there was no turning back from ménage sex. Her eyes lolled back in her head. She nuzzled Wyatt’s neck, breathing in the comforting and familiar scent of his cologne.

Rachel couldn’t believe her body could be so accommodating. She relished every moment as they began to piston in and out of her like a well-trained fucking machine. It was unreal, the fullness making her feel complete.

“Wyatt…” she chanted against his neck as the swirling heat nearly overtook her. This climax would be intense, maybe too intense for her to handle. Already the pleasure was intoxicating, making her body completely willing. There were hands and lips everywhere, cocks thrusting inside her, and sweet words chanted around her. She was spellbound as the pressure in her cunt continued to mount.

“Let it go, darlin’. Don’t hold back any longer.” Wyatt had given her permission, but she continued to focus on her control. “Rachel, come!”

She exploded, her walls milking both cocks. It felt heavenly to come around so many thick inches rather than nothing. Her body went limp as waves of relief and satisfaction washed through her from head to toe. She could feel the men brace, their cocks throbbing inside her as they met their own releases.

“I think we’ll keep her,” said Wyatt, an adorable smirk on his face. He kissed her cheek, holding her close as Ethan slipped out of her ass. She was too tired to move or think. Rather, she savored the moment, the one she wished could last forever.

By the time Rachel opened her eyes in the morning, she realized she was already alone in the trailer. She only had vague memories of being carried from the private stable back to Wyatt and Ethan’s trailer. It was so good to belong, to be welcomed back into their home. She wondered if it was even possible for multiple employees living on a working ranch to maintain a real relationship. Would Damien forbid such a union?

No matter how wonderful the night before had been, both erotic and liberating, she had work to do. At seven she had to meet up with the group of tourists and show she was capable of leading them through the set trails. Rachel had to prove to Damien that she was a hard worker and a fast learner, now more than ever. She didn’t want him to be able to blame her relationship for any lack of productivity.

She donned her riding gear and tied her hair back in a ponytail to keep it out of the way. There appeared to be a strong clip to the wind from what she could see out the windows. Even the old trailer groaned on occasion. If it spelled rain to come, it would be a blessing for the area farmers.

Rachel saddled her mare as quickly as she could and led her out of the barn. It was a good ten-minute ride to the meeting place, so she had to get a move on. The sky was eerie, a mix of dark and light clouds drifting by unnaturally fast. There was a chill in the air, so Rachel zipped her jacket right up to her neck. She wasn’t sure what was so unsettling about the day since things had never been better. There was a light at the end of the tunnel now, two men claiming they were ready to commit to her. It was a dream come true. She finally decided her mood was a reflection of the gray day. Back in the city, it always seemed to be overcast. Any time she thought about that place, she coiled up inside herself, wounded by the memories. She never wanted to be that woman again, a victim.

As she neared her destination, she recognized Jesse. She’d hoped the trained cowboy guide would be one of her men, but at least there was someone along who knew what had to be done. Rachel expected the other trainees would be just as clueless as her.

When he spotted her, Jesse rode up to meet her. He didn’t look happy.

“We’ve got a problem,” he said, turning his horse to face the same direction as her.

“Oh?”

“Someone cut half the tour horses loose overnight. We’ve got five riders trying to round them up now. I saw a couple down by the river in the valley on my way here, so I need you to go and bring them back. Can you do that?”

Jesse knew she was pretty green. On the last roundup, she’d been a complete failure. Although she knew a lot more than she did when she arrived, it was still a daunting prospect to fetch stray horses on her own.

“Okay.”

She was about to break company when he grabbed her reins, pulling her horse’s head close. “Don’t expect special treatment today because you’re warming Wyatt and Ethan’s bed.”

Rachel’s breath caught. She couldn’t breathe, a mix of embarrassment and horror making her speechless. Did the whole ranch know she was sleeping with them? Did Damien know? She hoped to God their careers weren’t at stake because of her.