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the rougher the better as far as he was concerned, and Gage had no

problem giving it to him rough.

“Ugh, not like this. Get on the bed,” Gage panted. “I want to come

in that tight ass.”

“Yes, sir,” Tyler said with a smile. He hurried to the bed,

shedding clothes all over the floor as he went. Gage detoured to the

nightstand and retrieved a small bottle of lube before joining his

lover.

“Bring that beautiful butt over here.”

Tyler turned and lifted his ass in offering. His cock was curled up

against his belly, and it bounced delightfully as he moved. Gage

moved in behind him, his knees forcing Tyler’s a little farther apart.

“Tell me what you want,” he growled.

“I want you to fuck me,” Tyler said, his voice thick with desire.

“Put that thick cock up my ass. God, I need you so bad.”

Gage pushed his lubricated fingers gently into Ty’s tight hole,

stretching and preparing him for his cock. Tyler rocked back and forth on his fingers, trying to take him deeper. Gage reached around and

palmed Tyler’s cock, giving it a good hard stroke from base to tip.

“Oh fuck,” Tyler swore.

“I’m about to,” Gage teased. He withdrew his fingers and rubbed

a little more lube onto his own cock. “You ready for me?”

“Oh yes, please.”

Gage gripped Tyler’s hips and began to push his cock into the

puckered hole an inch at a time.

Tyler groaned loudly,
too loudly.

“Shhh, baby,” Gage murmured. “She’s going to hear you.”

“Mmm hmm,” Tyler agreed. “Do you think she’d enjoy it? We

could invite her to watch.”

Gage rolled his eyes at his lover’s antics, but did not respond. The

fantasy that she might lay awake in the dark listening to them made

his cock twitch. What would it be like to have her between them in

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bed? He thrust his hips forward, his balls tightening at the combined physical sensation and mental image.

When he was fully seated inside, he paused for a moment, feeling

the exquisite tightness of his lover’s anal passage. Tyler, impatient as ever, squeezed down on him, encouraging him to move.

“Shit, Ty. You know I won’t last if you keep that up.”

He began a steady rhythm with his hips, fucking the ass in front of

him deep and slow. Tyler thrust back against him, trying to meet his

strokes, but he pushed Tyler’s shoulders down to the mattress, gaining better access and restricting Ty’s ability to move.

Gage began to fuck him harder, delighting in the submission that

he was showing. Gage loved to control his lover in the bedroom, and

Tyler was just as eager to accept his attentions in any way that he

wished to give them.

His balls made a delicious slapping noise as he slammed home in

Tyler’s ass.

He shifted the angle slightly so that he could fist Ty’s cock in his

right hand. His hand was still slick from the lube that he’d rubbed on his own cock, and Tyler’s length passed smoothly through his fingers

as he stroked him.

“Does it feel good, baby? You like my cock in your ass?”

“Oh God, yes. You’re going to make me come.”

“Not yet,” Gage growled. “Wait for me.”

“Oh fuck.” Tyler thrust his hips back, taking Gage’s wide cock all

the way to the balls. It was more than either of them could take.

“Come with me,” Gage cried as his orgasm overtook him. Tyler’s

cock pulsed and spewed in his lover’s hand, spraying them both with

thick streams of his ejaculate. Gage thrust one final time before

pulling his cock from Tyler’s dark hole. They collapsed on the bed in a tangle of limbs.

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Sara lay awake in the darkened guest room. It wasn’t that she was

uncomfortable—the bed was wonderful in comparison to her ancient,

lumpy mattress at home—but the men across the hall had her mind in

knots. It was obvious that they were trying to be quiet, but if she

strained her ears, she could catch the occasional heated curse or

masculine grunt. They were making love not twenty-five feet from

her.

She was amazed at how easily she’d come to trust them. Tyler in

particular seemed really genuine about wanting her here, but she

couldn’t quite figure out why. A couple of times, over the course of

the night, he had looked at her in a way that felt oddly sensual. He

hadn’t deliberately made a move on her, but his gaze had unsettled

her.

That’s stupid, isn’t it? They’re gay.

Sara couldn’t help but wonder what it might be like to watch them

together. The heated kiss that she had witnessed between them was

enough to set her heart racing. She had an odd desire to sneak out into the hallway to see if they had left the door open. Instead, she closed her eyes and tried to go to sleep. It had been a long day. She had a

headache from her collision with their truck, and she really needed to rest.

She rubbed her legs together in an effort to release some of the

tension that she felt. Why was listening to them such a turn-on for

her?

The dynamic behind their relationship wasn’t hard to figure out.

Gage had the more dominant, serious personality of the two, and

Tyler was the fun-loving comic relief. She was more comfortable with

Tyler, and it was obvious that he felt right at home in the caretaker role. His sweet smile was hard to resist, and she imagined that

confiding in him would be as easy as breathing. Gage, however,

puzzled her. She was naturally more fearful of him, but if it really

came down to a fight with Jeremy, she would want him on her side. A

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man like that could be one of two things: dangerous, in a deadly kind of way, or the ultimate protector.

They were both as sexy as sin. Their bodies were hard and tan

from working the ranch. She could just imagine what it would be like

to watch them touch each other, their muscles slick with sweat as they ground against each other. Another soft moan came from the room

across the hall. Sara groaned with them.

The house quieted down a short while later, and despite her sexual

frustration, Sara finally fell asleep.

* * * *

When she woke, sunlight was pouring through the windows. The

small clock on the nightstand glowed 10:33. Sara blinked in surprise.

I haven’t slept this late in years.

Not hearing anyone else in the house, she made her way down the

stairs slowly. Gage sat alone at the kitchen table, a notepad, laptop computer, and cell phone all placed in front of him. He looked up as

the last stair creaked under her feet.

“Good morning,” he said. “How do you feel?”

“Morning. I’m fine, thanks.”

“No headache?”

“No. I’m a little sore, but it’s nothing that won’t heal.”

“Good. Would you like some coffee?”

Sara brightened. The coffee smelled fantastic. “If it isn’t too much

trouble, that would be wonderful.”

“It’s no trouble at all,” he said. He pulled a mug down from the

cabinet and filled it from the half-full coffee pot. “Especially because Ty made it before he left. I’m not much good in the kitchen. Cream?”

“Yes, please.”

Tyler had left. Sara fought the urge to panic. There was something

very intimidating about being here alone with Gage. She accepted the

coffee from him, but hung back on the other side of the room. It made
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her more comfortable to have the kitchen counter between them. He

didn’t try to invade her space.

“Where did Tyler go?” she asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

“He ran into town to get some things. We needed a few groceries,

and he wanted to pick up some things for you. Shoes were at the top

of the list.”

“Oh. I’m sorry that I slept so late. It’s not like me…”

“You were exhausted. There is nothing wrong with getting a lot of

rest while you recover.”

“Yes, but I feel guilty that he’s shopping for me. I’m sure that I

can manage—”

“Please don’t say any more. There are some things that you just

can’t argue with Tyler about.” He smiled, his fondness for the other

man clearly evident. “You’ll never win.”

“Maybe, when he gets back, if it’s not too much trouble, could

one of you take me back to where you found me? Jeremy should be at

work by now, and as long as he didn’t do anything to my car, I should still be able to reach the state line by nightfall.”

Gage didn’t answer her right away. Instead, he took a sip of his

coffee and considered her with a calculating gaze. His blue eyes were sharp, intelligent.

“If that’s what you want,” he finally answered, “then sure. We

will take you back there to get your things and your car. If everything seems to be okay, we’ll book you a couple of nights in a hotel in

whichever state you’re heading to, just long enough to get your

bearings.”

“Oh that’s not necessary. I’ll find a place to stay.”

“You can’t put the reservation in your name. He could find you.

Let me book it for you—”

“No,” she interrupted, rather harshly. “I can fend for myself.”

“Don’t argue with me,” Gage snapped.

Sara took a step back, ready to bolt for the door if he came toward

her.

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“Wait! I’m sorry,” he said in a softer tone. “I didn’t mean to raise

my voice. Really, I just want to help. I would feel terrible if

something bad happened to you out there. Please let me do what I can

to see that you are safely out of the state.”

They considered each other across the counter in an awkward

silence.

She spoke first. The words were barely a whisper. “I thought that I

would go south…maybe? Through Wyoming and eventually into

Colorado...they say that Denver is nice.”

He gave her a soft smile. “Denver is great. You’re gonna love it

there.”

They faced another awkward pause.

“You know it’s only about a nine hour drive,” Gage said. “If you

stayed one more night you could get an early start and make it the

whole way in one day.”

Their discussion was cut short by the sound of tires on the gravel

drive. A wave of relief came over Sara when she realized that Tyler

was home.

He burst through the door a moment later, shopping bags wrapped

around each wrist. Gage moved automatically to take some of the

bags from him.

“Are there more to be brought in?”

“Just a couple,” Tyler answered. He kissed Gage on the corner of

his mouth as he handed off the grocery bags and went back for more.

The familiarity and comfort between them was easy to see as they

managed the simple domestic chore. They set the bags down on the

counter and began to remove the contents.

“How are you feeling this morning, honey?” Tyler asked Sara.

Getting his first real look at her today, he drew in a sharp breath. “Just look at your eye! Does it hurt? I’m going to kill that bastard.”

Sara instinctively put her hand over the bruise on her left

cheekbone. It was tender, but it didn’t really hurt unless she touched it. “It’s fine. It doesn’t hurt. I’m sure it looks worse than it is.”

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Tyler pulled a bag of frozen peas from the freezer and wrapped a

clean dishtowel around it. “This will reduce the swelling.” He crossed the room to her and gently cupped the side of her face in his large

hand. “Let me see.”

Sara obediently took her hand away and offered him her bruised

cheek. He gently pressed the cold peas to the swollen area. “I can’t

believe that asshole would do such a thing…” he mumbled to himself.

Sara looked up into his eyes and for the first time realized how

close they were standing to one another. Her breath caught in her

throat. Her skin tingled where he touched her. Tyler looked down at

her. His beautiful blue eyes were warm with compassion.

“We’re not going to let anyone hurt you ever again,” he promised.

His left hand was cradling the side of her face, the other gently

holding the ice pack to her bruised cheekbone. He slowly swept the

pad of his thumb across her bottom lip, causing her to draw in a sharp breath. The air between them was charged with anticipation.

Gage, still unpacking groceries, set a glass jar on the counter, and

the noise brought her to her senses. She jerked back from Tyler as if burned. Tyler’s face visibly fell as she backed away. Had he wanted

to kiss her? Surely it was just her imagination running away with her.

“I was just asking Gage if you could take me to get my car,” Sara

mumbled, trying to diffuse the charged air between them.

Tyler held up the peas for her to take. “Sure. I got you some

clothes and some shoes. Why don’t you take a shower, we’ll feed you,

and then I’ll drive you home.”

Sara made her way up to the guest room with the clothes that

Tyler had purchased for her tucked under her arm and the makeshift

ice pack still pressed to her cheek. Going back to the house was not

something to look forward to, but it needed to be done. She had

encroached on the cowboys’ hospitality long enough, and she needed

to be on her way.

As she waited for the water to warm, she considered herself in the