Money Shot (13 page)

When Scott pulled me close and kissed me, I knew there was no way in hell that he couldn’t feel my heart pounding nervously against my chest.

When he wrapped his arms around me and pressed his lips to mine, I thought for a minute that surely I must be dreaming.

On what planet do two hot, sexy cowboys both come after me in the same week? Let alone a day apart, and twin brothers, to boot?

The whole time I’d drooled over him yesterday in the stables, imagining what lie under his tight Wranglers, never in a million years did I really think we would be right here, right now, doing things I’d just been doing with his twin less than twenty four hours ago.

And loving every second of it!

His kiss deepened quickly and before I knew it he had boosted me up and my legs wrapped themselves around his waist. He carried me out of this stall and into the empty stall next door.

Somehow he closed the stall door, leaving us completely alone as he pressed my back against the door and slid his tongue so expertly into my mouth.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him tight against me and kissing him back for all I was worth. I heard myself moan out loud and tried to hide it.

“There’s no one else here, no need to be quiet. The horses make plenty of noise.”

I nodded my head in understanding, but tried to hold in the sounds of my pleasure anyway. It just seemed like the polite thing to do in a stall that we could be discovered in at any moment.

I tried not to compare his kiss to his brother’s but I couldn’t help myself.

Adam’s kiss had surprised me, and knowing now that he had no freaking clue who I was when he’d kissed me, I realized that his kiss had been warm and generous, but not as aggressive as I would have expected if I’d been telling a story about a stranger who’d kissed me out of nowhere.

Amazing? Yes. But you’d figure that someone who kisses a stranger in a towel in a hallway would kiss more... something. Adam had kissed me more as a generous lover would. Someone who already knew what I liked, and enjoyed giving me pleasure.

I just knew that a kiss as surprising, and amazing, and as
so fucking good
as Adam’s kiss had been, it didn’t have Scott’s heated passion.

Adam held me tight, and kissed me senseless, his hand drifting down to cup my ass and pull me tighter to his erection, but Scott?

Scott had me wrapped around him, my back pressed hard against the stall door, his fist finding and gripping my hair, and tugging on it so that he could aim his mouth better toward my throat.

Scott kissed and bit his way down my exposed neck, holding me up and against the closed door with one hand, as his other hand yanked my shirt up and over my breasts.

I knew one kiss wasn’t enough to judge by, but it seemed that Adam was rash in behavior but sensuous in his kiss, whereas Scott was controlled and teasing in his behavior, but passionate and demanding in his kiss.

For just one quick, naughty moment, I imagined what it would be like to be between both brothers at the same time.

And then Scott tugged my bra up under my arm pits and found my naked breasts with one hand, and I no longer found myself capable of any rational thought, let alone any comparisons.

Scott dragged his teeth down my neck, sucking some and biting as well, as he aimed for my breast.

When his hot, warm mouth found my nipple and flicked it with the tip of his tongue before sucking it deeply into his mouth, I found myself being a little less quiet.

I couldn’t help it. I moaned over the top of his head as I tugged on his hair, arching my back harder so I could press my breast more firmly against his mouth. I squeezed my thighs around him, trying to pull his cock closer to my hungry pussy and grind against him, even though we were both fully dressed.

My arms were trapped up around his neck as he pressed me against the stall door, but that didn’t keep me from grabbing everything I could of the shirt covering his back and tugging it up.

I wanted, no I
needed
, to feel his back under my palms. I wanted to feel his muscles moving as he strained, holding and squeezing me, and I needed to feel the warm skin of his back under my finger nails as I clawed them over every inch of his tanned, solid back.

One hand yanked on his shirt, fisting the fabric in it as I pulled, while the other gripped the hair on the back of his head and pulled there, too.

I aimed his head just right, pulling his mouth from my breast for a minute, but allowing me to sink my teeth into the smooth, thick muscle of his neck and shoulder.

Damn it, who knew biting someone would feel so good?

“Oh fuck, Grace,” he whispered the words in my ear as I kissed his neck.

Hearing him utter the word fuck, linked with my name, was almost more than I could stand. I’d never acted like this before, especially with someone I’d known less than twenty-four hours, but every ounce of willpower I had went out the window with the quietly uttered words, “Oh fuck, Grace.”

I’d had sex before, mostly with my college boyfriend Jake, but that was all fumbling in the dark, and drunken tumbles over too quickly. Never before had I experienced anything remotely resembling the ‘I need you now, no matter the consequences’ passion that made me willing to let a virtual stranger take me hard against the wall of a horse stable.

And I would, too. As he continued to talk dirty in my ear as I nibbled his neck, I knew that if I’d been wearing a dress that was easily raised, my panties would already have been yanked aside and I’d already know exactly what Scott’s cock would feel like buried deep inside me, as he pounded me against the wall.

Hell, if he’d just let me down for a second, I’d have my jeans down around my ankles in a heartbeat, and I’d let him fuck me from behind, just so I wouldn’t have to wait the extra second it would take to remove my jeans completely. That’s how badly I wanted this cowboy. That’s how far he’d already driven me out of my comfort zone.

“You’re so passionate, Grace. I never expected that. You’re like the quiet librarian who pulls off her glasses and unleashes a tiger. God, I want to make you come. I want to hear you. I want to watch your face as your passion takes over and your pussy milks my cock as I fill you full.”

“I’m not normally like this,” I whisper in his ear as my mouth seeks his out again for another kiss.

“Say that again, Grace. Tell me that you’re not normally like this, so I can take credit. I love imagining you turning from a pussy cat into a wildcat, just for me. Lie to me, Grace.”

“It’s not a lie. I’m serious. This has never happened to me before.”

“You mean before yesterday, with my brother?”

“No! Well, yes. But I meant... ”

The last thing I wanted was for him to think I was kissing him but thinking about his brother. Although
now
, now I
was
also thinking about his brother, but it was his fault.

“Do you wish my brother was here, instead of me?”

He asked me that, and then dipped his head again, pulling my nipple into his mouth and sucking gently.

“No! I... ”

He let go of my nipple and asked, “Do you wish my brother was here... with me?”

“Oh, God!”

The words escaped my lips before I could control them. He’d taken my other nipple between his lips and bit down gently, as his quiet question rolled around in my head.

Honestly, until he’d mentioned it, I hadn’t been thinking about his brother at all, but now that he brought it up, the two of them here together, say... with one mouth on each of my nipples, was a thought so erotic, so forbidden, so very
wrong
, that just thinking about it, as he bit and sucked one nipple, while kneading my other breast with his hand, made me almost come against him in my jeans.

“You can admit it, Grace. I won’t get mad. I’m just getting to know you a bit. Finding out your fantasies, so I can help fulfill your desires. I want to see more of you, Grace. A lot more. And I know Adam would, too. Would you be OK with that?”

I was trying to think, really I was, but he started to rub his hardness against me. Even through his jeans and mine, the friction was unbelievable.

For a second I thought I might actually be able to come like that, just by dry humping this hot cowboy against the stall.

Wait, did he ask me something?

“Would you be willing to date both of us, Grace?”

I finally dragged a panted word out of my throat with a groan as he worked his hard cock against the seam of my jeans.

“Both?”

“Yes, both.”

“Together? Or separate? Spell it out for me, Scott. I’m not exactly thinking logically right now. Maybe you should stop... ”

“Oh no, not unless you really want me to. You’re close, aren’t you? Just the idea of the two of us, Adam and I both, pleasuring you between us, is enough to drive you up a wall, isn’t it?”

I admit it, I started giggling. Between his choice of words, as he was literally driving his cock against me, up a wall, as we had the most surreal conversation in my entire life, while he sucked on and squeezed my tits, was too much.

A deep, throaty giggle started to bubble up.

“Let go, Grace. Let me make you come like this, and then, after that, I want to taste you. I want to yank these jeans off of you and lay you down in the hay and bury my face in your cum. And then, I want to lick you until you come again. How’s that sound? We can talk more about my brother later.”

“I... Oh, holy hell... ”

“That’s it, just like that. Come for me, Grace.”

He started rocking harder against me, rubbing his hardness under his jeans against the now damp seam of my jeans, and the friction was exquisite. He was right, I was going to come.

I fisted his hair harder as the waves started to build. He had me so close that my body started to vibrate. I also started to hear music.

“Ignore it Grace, they’ll call back.”

What the hell was he talking about? I felt him pull one nipple deep into his mouth, and he started to suck on it with the same rhythm he was using to rock his pelvis against mine, and somehow my ass was still vibrating, and oh yes!

“Yes! Oh, fuck yes! Just like that. I’m going to... Fuuuccckkk!”

The waves crashed over me, rolling through me. I still rocked my hips against him, milking every last wave of my orgasm, and as I panted in his ear I finally realized what the vibrating music was.

My phone had been ringing in my pocket. That’s why he’d said ‘they’ll call back.’

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and looked at it.

I’d missed three calls, all from my dad. No wonder I’d felt vibrations and heard music.

“Shit,” I said. “It’s my dad. I’m supposed to be helping him with a cow surgery, and instead I’m in a horse stall, dry humping a ranch hand.
Not professional
.”

As I finished speaking the words, I threw my head back against the stall door and started laughing a crazy, what-the-fuck-just-happened laugh as I felt him release my legs and stand me back up on my feet.

Surely he thought I was insane by now.

But as I caught my breath and looked at him, expecting him to have one foot out the door at my wild laughter, he just grinned a proud, shit-eating grin at me and said, “Holy fuck, Grace. I think that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”