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Authors: Em Petrova

Hard Ridin' (18 page)

Instead, he grinned.

“A suitable hat for a filly.” He plucked the hat from her hands and settled it on her head.

For a moment, she could hear the plants growing. The men fell silent and stared at her with open mouths. Self-conscious, she touched the hat. “What’s wrong? I look stupid—”

“Not at all.”

“The opposite, baby.”

“Who knew we could transform a city girl into a country girl with one hat?” Holden asked.

She couldn’t stop the smile that creased her face. “Well, why don’t we all go inside for some sweet tea? I think we could use a break.”

“Yeah.” Jens’s voice rang hollow. What was going on with him? Surely, something else besides Robert’s death had happened to put that dead look in his eyes. Laurel would have to squeeze the problem out of him later in bed. Or suck it out.

A trickle of cream slid from her folds, and she clamped her thighs together.

They walked in a group to the house. While she fixed three tall glasses of iced tea, Jens disappeared outside with his cell phone. Holden came out of the bathroom with clean hands.

Laurel shivered as he crept toward her, promise in his eyes. His broad chest had never seemed so inviting or his hands so capable. He hooked her around the waist and nuzzled the side of her throat.

“Finally. A moment alone with you.” He dropped his mouth slowly, making her burn up in the time it took for him to close the space between their lips.

The first taste of him sent tendrils of heat through her belly. He cupped her face and angled his mouth over hers, tangling their tongues. Each velvety flip of his tongue drove her need up another notch, and his flavors made her knees weak.

He backed her against the counter and bent her with his kisses. She wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth wide for him. Rocking against her, he brought his erection right where she wanted it. A pang of desperate need struck her pussy.

“Fuck, baby. I need you.” He grasped her thigh and hitched it up around his hip so he could dry hump her better.

With her nipples as hard as stones and her pussy soaking, she felt as if she were a virgin. She’d never been as wanting, even in her adolescence. And rubbing through their clothes was exactly like being a teenager again.

Bucking her hips in rhythm to his, she poured all her desire into the kiss. Teasing his tongue and scraping his lips with her teeth while stripping off her hoodie.

In the back of her mind, she registered the bang of the screen door. And the boot thuds. By the time she felt another pair of eyes on her, it was too late.

With Holden’s tongue in her mouth, she looked straight at Jens. Electricity sparked between them. Holden tightened his hold, whether sensing Jens behind him or just overcome with desire, she didn’t know.

“Fuck it. I’m part of this too,” Jens said in a raw voice. Then he was with them, nudging Holden to the side and skimming Laurel’s curves as Holden kissed her and ground his cock into her pussy.

A hot moan passed from Holden’s mouth into hers, and she returned it. Her mind fogged, spiraling out of control. Was this really happening? Jens was pinching her nipples—exquisitely twisting them hard—while Holden sucked her tongue into his mouth?

She gathered Jens to her, an arm around each of her men’s necks.

“Give me some room, Holden. Our girl needs a hot mouth on her nipples.” Jens pushed his way between them and tugged the neckline of her T-shirt down to free one breast.

“Sweet Jesus, she’s as ripe as a cherry. I can smell her arousal,” Holden said raggedly.

“I’ve got a cherry right here. Look at this.” Jens cupped her breast so the nipple canted upward toward his mouth.

Laurel quivered as his breath washed over the eager tip. She met Holden’s gaze and saw that deep-seated excitement in him—the same thing she’d seen while he licked her pussy the other day after Jens had fucked her.

He was turned on. And she was on fire.

When Jens’s mouth closed over her nipple, she cried out. Pinching her eyes shut, she let sensation take control. Jens’s hot tongue on her breast, hands on her ass, between her thighs. One hand pressed on the hard seam of her jeans until the fabric ground against her needy clit.

Moaning, she gave herself up to their attentions. Holden’s erection dug into her thigh and Jens’s into her hip. What was she going to do with two cocks?

What aren’t I going to do with two cocks?

This was a frame out of one of her dreams—two sexy cowboys ready and willing to pleasure her.

“Sweetness, you’re so wanting, and I’m sorry for that. I shouldn’t have fallen asleep last night.”

She opened her eyes to see shock flit across Holden’s face—and a hint of disappointment.

There was only one way to remedy that. “You’re awake now,” she said, clamping her fingers over both of their cocks through their Wranglers.

“Hell, yes.”

“Let’s get her upstairs.” Holden’s voice was deep and burning with the same desire etched across his rugged features.

Jens sagged at the knees and caught Laurel around the waist. He tossed her over his shoulder as if she weighed no more than horse tack. Holden led the way to the bedroom while she bobbed over Jens’s shoulder, her hat abandoned on the floor.

After smoothing her hands down Jens’s hard spine, she inched up his shirt and teased the skin she bared. His jeans were perfectly low on his hips and the ridge of muscle above made her hungry for a taste of him. For both of them.

“What the—?” Holden stopped.

“Heh. Yeah. Our Laurel’s a little messy. Just kick the door and the junk will move.”

“Is there a bed in there?”

Laurel giggled and Jens smacked her ass. The sting sang in her veins. Lordy, was this really going to take place? She’d really be in bed with both of the men she loved at the same time? In this version of Cinderella, she wore a cowgirl hat instead of a tiara, and she had a feeling she’d lose more than a glass slipper.

 

Jens’s cock throbbed relentlessly as he caught the scent of Laurel’s need. He wanted nothing more than to throw her on the bed and dive between those round thighs. Except maybe to watch Holden do that very thing.

The shock of what he was about to do—share the woman he loved with his best friend—sank into him. But right now, he needed this. Needed to immerse himself and Laurel—hell, even Holden—in pleasure so he could forget about what had gone down at the Breakaway Farm.

After Robert Breaker the elder was taken away to the coroner’s office, Robbie Breaker Jr. had cornered Jens.

“While I’ve got your attention, let it be known I intend to take back that piece of land your little girl is squatting on.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Jens asked, a knot growing in his core immediately. As far as the deed went, he and Holden owned the land Laurel was renting.

“My father didn’t push the issue, but I will. Years ago, Old Ransom lost that plot of land to my father in a game of cards. We have the signed deed.”

Jens’s face had burned and adrenaline surged to his fingertips. “We’ll see about that, won’t we? Go on and mourn your father now.” With that, he’d turned on his boot heels and stalked away from the man.

“Get her on the bed, Jens. What are you waiting for?” Holden’s words spurred him into action.

Yes, he had to get rid of these feelings of absolute terror that Breaker was telling the truth—that they didn’t really own that land and some mix-up had occurred. If the county had the amended deed and not an original one, then Breaker might have a leg to stand on.

Holden met his gaze. He didn’t know yet. Jens would take care of this on his own. But right now, he was going to share the care of Laurel with his best friend.

Gently, he laid her on the mattress. Her long, dark hair spread around her like a river of rippling water, dark and peaty after a spring rain. And her eyes the color of melted chocolate, burning with want.

He hovered over her, their lips inches away. “You want this, baby? To love both of us?”

“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “It’s all I’ve wanted for a long time. I can’t see any other way, and I don’t want to.”

Holden made a quiet noise of impatience behind Jens. Swinging his gaze around, Jens met that of his best friend.

“You willing to share, man?”

Holden’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “Yeah. More than willing.”

Jens’s stomach clenched at the sight of the longing in his friend’s gaze. After a decade together, Holden had never indicated that he might harbor an attraction for him, but now it was evident in his eyes.

Jens flicked his gaze downward to the bulge in Holden’s jeans.

With a tender caress, Jens brushed his lips over Laurel’s. A smile spread through his heart. “Looks like you just bought a two-for-one deal, darlin’.”

“Mmm. Come here.” She slid her hand around his nape and extended a hand toward Holden. He knelt on the bed, the mattress sagging beneath the weight of three. Jens and Holden exchanged a look and then started stripping her as one.

As Jens peeled off her T-shirt, Holden worked off her boots and socks. Bit by bit, they eased off her garments, until she lay perfectly bare in the center of the bed.

“Christ, I’m shaking with the need to go too fast,” Holden said, swiping his hand over his face.

“Then you get to start. Kiss her, Holden.” He tossed his hat to the floor, which was already littered with clutter.

Jens rolled onto his side and pressed his length against Laurel’s soft side as Holden covered her mouth with his. Jens stared at their lips and tongues, letting the sight ignite him further. His cock was barely restrained. If not for his jeans, he’d be in a sticky mess. Laurel threw herself into the kiss, her expression as blissed out as he’d ever seen it. God, did she look like that when Holden made love to her?

Dark want slithered through him. His balls ached. Holden tore his mouth from hers and spattered kisses down her throat to the crest of her full breasts. Not to be outdone, Jens lowered his lips to her nipple and gave it a hard pull.

She gasped, writhing, fingers locked in his hair. Holden inched downward to the other breast. Across the small expanse of her torso, he and Jens stared at each other.

“Oh my God, I think you’re going to make me come just by touching my nipples.”

Jens smiled around her tight bud and flicked his tongue against it teasingly.

“Like this, baby?” Holden plucked at the other nipple with his teeth, pulling it taut and then releasing it.

She shuddered all over. “Please. I need—”

“This?” Jens slipped a hand down her rounded belly to her short strip of pubic hair. Her folds glistened with moisture. “Fuck, I’ve never seen you so wet.”

Holden skimmed her inner thigh, tracing a finger through the cream there. Then with perfect understanding of Laurel’s body and needs, he joined Jens’s hand on her pussy. In her pussy. They sent a finger into her simultaneously, stretching her.

“Oh fuck!” Her body clenched around their fingers.

Together, they withdrew, then pushed back inside, forcing her open to fit them.

Holden was leaning closer to Jens, their foreheads almost touching. Was he—?

Jens swallowed a gasp as Holden kissed him. Hard, rough lips against his own, so different from Laurel’s but no less exciting. Shoving down the question of his sexuality and what he was doing, Jens allowed his hard kiss.

“That’s it, boys. Shit, that’s so hot,” Laurel panted.

Her words were all the incentive Jens needed. He parted his lips slightly, and Holden took immediate advantage. The first heated stroke of his tongue made Jens’s cock leap, harder than it had ever been.

Angling his head, he returned his friend’s kiss while they finger-fucked Laurel’s pussy. And there wasn’t even alcohol-laced courage involved—just pure lust.

Jens curled his finger upward and pressed against her sweet spot. Her walls contracted around his digit.

Holden sank his teeth into Jens’s lower lip just as Laurel came. Crying out, she dug her fingers into their hair, forcing them together, united as one. The pulsations of her orgasm swept up Jens’s arm and went straight to his heart.

Yes, this was right. All he needed. Even in the face of bad deeds and failed crops, he had Holden and Laurel. Now in a brand new way.

With a growl, he captured Holden’s tongue, sucking on it until he groaned. Pulling his finger free of Laurel’s tight sheath, Jens circled her clit until it was straining for more.

“Taste her, Jens. She needs more.”

Jens shot him a crooked grin and ducked his head to lick her still-throbbing pussy. Holden sent two fingers into her and reached up her body to toy with her nipples while Jens swirled his tongue over her hardened pearl.

Juices oozed from her, soaking his shadow of facial hair. He stared over the length of her body and caught her gaze. Her eyes were blurred with passion, her lips open in a small O of desire. As he and Holden drew her to the quivering edge once more, Jens held her gaze prisoner.

This is what we all needed and didn’t even know it.

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