Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Maverick snorts, squeezing me a little tighter. “Move over, Neil deGrasse Tyson.”
“It’s called being interested in the world,” Clint grumbles.
“All I’m interested in is the beautiful woman sitting next to me who makes my life worth living.”
“Move over Casanova,” Jesse grunts.
“Nothing wrong with being romantic.”
“Thank you for the romance,” I say, squeezing Maverick’s thigh. “And I’d like to look through a telescope,” I say, fixing Clint with a smile. “Looking outside of the world seems like a fine idea.”
“See.” Clint twists to eye his friends. “My wife gets it.”
“She’s not just your wife,” Jesse practically growls.
“Paper doesn’t mean shit,” Maverick grumbles. “It’s where you put your dick that counts.”
“Jesus,” Clint grumbles. “What happened to the man who belted out songs filled with love?”
“He’s here.” Maverick squeezes me tighter, pressing another kiss to the top of my head. “She knows she’s my sun, moon, and stars, the ground I walk on, the air I breathe, the hope I strive for…” He seems to momentarily lose his thread.
“Maverick’s always loopy when he’s drunk,” Clint informs me.
“I happen to think he’s cute.”
“Like a little puppy,” Jesse mocks.
Maverick clasps my hand and presses it to his dick. “Nothing little about this puppy.”
“Jesus,” Clint huffs again, but he watches Maverick slide my hand up and down his thickening length, watches me stroke my thumb across the head to make his buddy groan, even though the contact is through two layers of fabric.
Jesse’s watching too, and I expect him to tell us to get a room or maybe get up and walk away, but he doesn’t. There’s a white fire in his eyes, a flickering flame of desire.
So far, I’ve only been with my cowboys separately, and I thought that would always be the way, but maybe they want something different now. Would it be called an orgy if it’s between lovers? I blush at the thought, but between my legs, the ache only intensifies, knowing how many eyes are on me.
Maverick’s free hand strokes from my knee over my thigh before resting where it meets my hip. Heat blooms between my legs, making my eyelids lower. He leans closer, whispering in my ear. “You know what’s great about this ranch.” His lips brush my neck. “There’s no one for miles around. Just us, the balmy air, a million stars, hundreds of dopey animals, and three men’s dirty intentions.”
He kisses my throat, and my breath catches. They’ve all seen me naked. They’ve all been inside me. But that was when we were alone in the bedroom. What Maverick’s doing now feels very different.
“Maverick.” Clint’s voice holds a warning tone, but his hand on my knee shifts higher. Is he testing me to see how far I’ll be willing to go?
Maverick’s hand slides over my belly and beneath the fabric of my silver blouse, cupping my breast and squeezing. Jesse makes a low noise in his throat, like a bear warning a hunter who has stumbled into his territory. My skin erupts in goosebumps, but deeper, where desire and longing rest, everything stirs.
Sex with each of them has been so much better than I ever imagined it could be. Even though they’re different, they’ve all taken time to make me feel good and wiped away what came before with their care. So much pleasure hasn’t satisfied me, though. It’s only made me hungrier, imagining more, craving more.
There’s no one around for miles.
The vast expanse of their land is spread out in front of us. Behind us, the home they’ve welcomed me into rests reassuringly, and in the middle of these men, I’m anchored but also awakened.
Clint’s hand shifts, my soft moan conveying something to him. Does he understand that having them both touch me is like plummeting into the unknown? But so much of my time with them has been this way, and everything has worked out perfectly so far.
Every step we’ve taken together has been about letting go and moving forward. Maybe this will be, too.
Maverick’s mouth on mine is teasing at first, a brush of tender flesh over tender flesh with a whisper. “Is this okay? Together?”
One word used to communicate such a huge question.
Together.
These men do almost everything together. Their work lives, their family lives, and their futures are all so intertwined. This step should be a big one for them, but with everything else forcing them together, maybe this is just the next logical step for us all.
Discovering sex can be pleasurable has been such a major realization for me. The memory of the man my father allowed into my bed at night feels distant, like a landscape viewed through darkness or fog. The feelings that came with it of shame and fear have slipped underwater in my mind. They’re still lurking but not close enough to break the surface.
I want these men. I want them to make me feel beautiful, sexy, and free. I want them to blow away the clouds of my past, erase it all, and replace the memories with new ones. I want to be what they need.