Espino, Stacey - Corralling the City Girl [Ride 'em Hard 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (20 page)

Brad jerked off as he watched the threesome, eager for his chance to join in. Chase came first. He groaned like a bear, pumping the remains of his seed before pulling away and crashing on the chair in the corner. Dawson rolled Jane off him.

“Let’s try something new,” he called to Brad. “Kneel behind her.” He did as the other man suggested, anxious to get his cock wet. “Hold on, darlin’. You’re going for a ride.”

Brad’s hard-on was like a virile arrow, and Jane’s tight ass was his target. He thrust upward as she knelt in front of him, facing Dawson. His cock slid in with ease thanks to Chase’s priming. She was hot and slick. He thrust deep, deeper than usual in their new position.

“Get ready for more.” Dawson forced his dick into her cunt, pressing against Brad’s like a vice.

“Oh, fuck!” he muttered, loving the feel, the tight grip, of double-fucking their woman. Their cocks slid against each other, only the thin membrane separating them. Brad mauled Jane’s tits, teasing her nipples as he pistoned in and out of her. A few times they thrust together, lifting her off her knees from the upward force.

“Don’t stop,” she muttered, her breathing erratic. Any moment and she’d lose control. He wanted her to come all over his cock, milk him until he filled her with his seed.

His balls drew up tight to his body. Those final moments, he pound into her with the stamina of a stallion. Those long, miserable nights wondering if he’d ever see Jane’s beautiful green eyes again were all a memory. He savored this moment, knowing it was the first day in the rest of his life.

When she called out, throwing her head back against his chest, a chain reaction ensued. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as he picked up his pace, on the verge of orgasm. It finally struck. He let out his held breath, shocked by the power of his release.

“I could sleep for a week,” said Brad as they lay beside each other on the bed.

Dawson’s forearm was draped over his eyes. “That doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”

* * * *

Jane left the bedroom when the men were sleeping. They found her out back behind the house, leaning on the split rail fence, as she watched the horses graze.

“Something wrong?” asked Brad, gathering up her hair and kissing the back of her neck.

“I have something you tell the three of you, but I don’t think you’re going to like it. It’s one thing for us to agree on a relationship, but this—”

Dawson scooped her up by the waist and set her on the fence. “You can tell us anything at all.” She wanted that to be true, prayed their love wouldn’t sour when she told them the truth.

She stalled, nibbling on her lip. “I—I’m pregnant.” Jane sighed, a defeated sigh. She expected them to be disappointed considering they barely knew each other.

“Yee-haw!” Brad’s sharp call made her jump. He grabbed her under the arms and twirled her around, her light sundress fluttering. “I just knew it. Your breasts have gone all plump since last I saw you. Why on earth were you afraid to tell us that?”

“Put her down before you hurt her,” said Dawson, reaching out to stop their spinning. His obvious concern for her welfare touched her heart. “Jane, is it true?”

“I screwed up taking on my pills during the roundup. My head was a mess, but it’s no excuse.”

Brad caressed her cheek. “Excuse? I’ve never been happier. I have plenty to teach a young cowboy. And his aunts will spoil him rotten.”

“Or cowgirl,” reminded Chase. “If it’s a girl, I’ll go gray before my time. It’s bad enough worrying about my baby sister. A daughter would be a whole other ball game.”

They talked about the possibilities, their plans, names, and which room they’d make the nursery. Jane couldn’t believe that not one of them asked if she knew who the daddy was. It didn’t matter, because all three of them would be fathers to her child. She’d grown up without a male role model, so it warmed her heart to know her children would know the joys of having a good father, multiplied by three. They’d also grow up on the same farm that starred in all her sweetest memories.

If she knew she’d land three rugged cowboys, she’d have advertised for one long ago. But then again, they wouldn’t be Dawson, Brad, and Chase. She looked up to the sky as the men led her to the house, doting over her as they went. Jane said a silent prayer to the heavens, hoping her uncle would hear. His cattle drive had prepared her for the greatest gift of all.

THE END

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