Authors: Delilah Devlin
Saddled (6 page)
"I think you try to keep people disarmed, at a distance, even when you're sunk deep inside a woman." Bobby groaned. "Don't mention my dick. I'm trying to be a nice guy here."
"You are, you know. Nice. But if you'd like to be nicer, I can suggest another place for you to put your hands."
"Getting a little aroused?" he asked, then sucked on her earlobe.
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"I'm not nice, you know. I'm going to pleasure you with my fingers, but only because I want you thinking about it all morning long."
"Just your hands?"
"We weren't very gentle with you before. You need a little time to recover. You know I'm right." He smoothed over her mound and lifted the hood cloaking her clit. Kate's legs opened wide, her knees resting on either side of the tub.
As he began to swirl on her clit, he ignored the strength of his erection and concentrated instead on her soft, sexy little moans. Yeah, he could be selfless in the short term, but he was dying to see her sweet mouth close around his cock.
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Cale scraped scrambled eggs from the pan straight onto Kate's plate. "That enough? Want more?" She shook her head, grinning. "You two are going to spoil me."
"That's the plan," Bobby said, biting into a crisp slice of bacon with relish. "We figured we'd pamper you a bit—just to keep you happy so we can have our wicked way with you."
"Well, it's working."
She winked at Cale, and he felt a flush creep across his cheeks. Every teasing glance she gave him turned him on so much he couldn't sit comfortably. He set the pan on a trivet and stretched on the floor beside the couch, spreading his legs under the coffee table to give his cock and balls some room. The bare wooden floor was just cool enough to take away a little of the arousal that kept his brain lodged in his southern parts.
"So, why don't you two tell me what you're doing up here, all alone in the middle of nowhere."
Cale grunted. "Ma'am, this isn't the middle of nowhere. This is our own slice of heaven."
Bobby spread his arms over the back of the sofa, seeming not the least abashed at his nudity. "You're sitting in middle of eight hundred acres of our own personal kingdom. We can do whatever the hell we want out here." Kate waved her fork. "You mentioned animals before. I take it this is a ranch?"
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Cale shoveled in a spoon of eggs he'd drenched in Tabasco, chewed twice and swallowed. "We're not very big, but we own it. And come next year, we'll be adding more acres and more animals."
"Sounds like quite an undertaking. Did you both grow up on ranches?"
"Nope. We were both raised in Colorado Springs. Air Force brats. Met in Ag class and started dreaming about a place like this."
"Again, what makes a man want to live way out in the middle of nowhere?"
Bobby reached down and slid his hand up and down his cock—a blatant cry for attention. "No rules but ours. Notice we're all naked as blue jays. Other than paying our taxes, we're free out here."
"Must be nice not to worry about dressing up every time you head out the door to work." Kate's glance went to Bobby's lap. "And convenient."
"Don't worry," Bobby said, lifting one dark brow. "Soon as we finish eating, the two of us have to head back to do our chores. You get a reprieve."
"That wasn't an invitation?" she said, her lips pouting.
"Whose idea was it to eat naked anyway?" Cale grumbled.
"Mine," Kate admitted. "Someone stole my clothes so it only seemed fair."
Bobby grinned. "You'll note neither of us is complaining about keeping the playing field equal."
"Seriously," Kate said around a bite of her eggs. "What made two city boys think they'd like this kind of work?" 58
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Cale's glance went back to the fire. "The idea seemed ... romantic, I guess. But then we both went into the Army together—"
"And we figured out real quick we didn't like taking orders from anyone else..." Bobby shrugged. "The idea just wouldn't let go."
Cale leaned back against the leather couch and the side of Kate's soft leg. "We pooled our money, saved every penny, and here we are."
"You don't ever get lonely out here?"
"Sure," Cale said. "But we've been so busy we haven't had time to do anything about it."
"See there?" Bobby said. "You're doing two lonely cowboys a public service."
Kate giggled, the tinkling of her soft laughter a refreshing sound.
Cale turned his head and kissed her knee. "Don't think for a moment we aren't happy as hell that you're here now."
"Will you miss me when I'm gone?" The teasing light in her eyes dimmed for a moment.
Cale's chest tightened. "You know I will." Kate drew a long, trembling breath and placed her plate on the coffee table. "Well, maybe it's a good thing I won't be here long. You two could make a girl feel guilty about deserting you."
Bobby slid his plate beside hers, then pulled her over his lap to give her a quick, hard kiss. "We better get out there before we blow off our good intentions." 59
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When they parted, Kate's face was flushed. "Sure you're going to be able to drag your Wranglers over that hard-on?"
"Gonna hurt like hell," Bobby growled. Cale eyed his own erection and sighed. "I promise we won't be that long, but you might want to climb back under the covers."
"Boys, it's not any fun doing that alone." Minutes later, the two men were bundled head to toe. Bobby had found her a robe and placed a blanket over her as she nestled into the couch, but as soon as they were out the door, she was too restless to stay there. She picked up the dishes and headed to the kitchen, enjoying the mundane task that freed her mind to think. But she was done worrying about the shambles of her life back in Sacramento. The two men filled her with plenty of fresh fodder. And again, her imagination wandered down lush, tawdry paths—filled with sexy possibilities.
Which might have given her old self pause because that Kate never obsessed over sex. Or over any man. Not even David. He'd only been a signpost in her life. Another step up the wrung of adulthood.
So what was this weekend all about? And where had the courage come that had her insisting on eating breakfast
au
naturel
?
Her thoughts kept her moving and straightening their already orderly cabin while she admired the workmanship and care for detail they'd put into building their home. The log cabin's walls were smoothed planks on the interior walls and varnished. The furnishings were comfortable, masculine and 60
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colorful. Saddle leather sofas, bright throw rugs and Indian blankets. Photographs, not many, but offering slices of their shared lives were hung on the shining walls. She pored over them, sighing over the men in their dress uniforms and smiling at the photos where camouflage paint smudged their cheeks. The photographs of the ranch—Bobby, bareheaded and astride a galloping horse, Cale sitting on the porch holding a cup of coffee as he watched a blazing sunset—
tugged at some deeper emotion she wasn't brave enough to face.
At last, wrapped inside the thick terrycloth robe while her clothes were in the wash, Kate sat on a leather sofa, her legs tucked under her and a cup of hot chocolate warming her belly while the fire she'd continued to feed in the hearth kept the chill from the living room.
Outside the picture window, the world was wrapped in a soft blanket of pristine snow. Just the sort of scene she'd imagined when David had suggested they head to the lodge for a break.
How different everything had turned out.
She was alone for the first time since her rescue. The telephone lying on a side table just within reach tempted her. But did she really want to call David? Or maybe the rental company instead, to let them know their car was floating down a stream? Only she didn't want reality to intrude on her little fantasy. Not yet.
Two sexy cowboys had set their minds on providing for her pleasure. Tomorrow, she'd be responsible. Today, she'd play and immerse herself in wanton delight.
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Her body ached in interesting places. The muscles of her inner thighs felt tight and stretched. Her belly burned as though she'd done a hundred sit ups. Her skin felt as though a loofah had reinvigorated her surface, made her more sensitive to touch, flushed with heat—she thought the next time one of them smoothed his callused palm over her she might come from just a simple caress.
She tried hard not to think about the raw, wet state of her pussy. It pulsed and quivered, the sensations growing as footsteps climbed onto the porch outside the door, drawing nearer.
Would they be able to see the arousal slowly consuming her when they looked at her?
The front door opened and cold wind swept inside. Bobby and Cale entered, dropping the old-fashioned wooden latch to close them in. Their coats and legs were covered in snow, and they shed the jackets and boots next to the door and bent to brush away the snow clinging to their legs before walking deeper into the room.
Both their gazes honed in on her.
She lifted her cup and drank deeply, eyeing them over the rim.
"Warm enough in here?" Bobby asked, his voice sliding into a roughened purr.
Setting aside the cup, she wrapped her arms around her middle, just beneath her breasts to plump them up. "All cozy," she murmured.
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Cale glanced at the couch and the fire and then walked stiffly toward the hearth, kneeling to open the fireguard and add another log.
Bobby showed no indecision, coming to the couch and easing down beside her, his long legs stretched in front of him. He cupped her knee and gave it a squeeze. He locked his gaze with hers and then reached for the tie at her waist and opened it with a tug.
Then his cold hand slipped inside and cupped her breast. Her breath gasped.
His lips curved. "Can't think of a better way to warm up." Cale glanced over his shoulder, his gaze dropping to where Bobby's hand had disappeared inside the robe. "Seems a shame to waste a fire," he said softly.
"It's plenty warm in here," Kate agreed, licking her lips, because she knew from the tension radiating from Cale's frame and the shortening breaths from Bobby beside her, that the boys had decided it was time to play again. Cale rose swiftly and began to peel his clothing off. Bobby pulled his hand free from her robe and sat forward, scraping his sweater and T-shirt over his head and tossing them away. Then he leaned back again to unbutton his jeans. She couldn't help staring at the vee of bronze skin he exposed as he slowly opened his pants. When his hand rooted inside and drew out his cock, she licked her lips.
"Damn, girl, don't do that."
"What?"
"Make me want that mouth."
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She blinked, her cheeks flushing. He'd read her mind. She unfolded her legs and stood. Shrugging out of the robe, she let it puddle on the floor behind her and reached for a pillow on the sofa before walking slowly toward the fire. Cale inhaled sharply, his hand gliding it up and down his shaft.
She turned away from the fire, dropped the pillow and knelt on it, bending her head to wait. Her pose was as submissive as she could manage since she'd taken up the reins. She knew the men sent each other silent messages above her head. And still she waited.
Bobby stood and shucked his jeans, then walked closer, standing beside her. Cale came around her. Now, both men stood side by side.
With the fire warming her backside, she waited until they both gripped their cocks and slid them alongside her cheeks. She tilted her head, letting her eyelids drop and opened her mouth. The men guided the tips toward it, one rimming her lips, then the other.
Taking their silent direction, she reached up and gripped both sleek shafts in her hands and stuck out her tongue to glaze one head, then the other, as she slowly pumped her fists along their thick, hot cocks.
"
Dayum
," Cale whispered as his fingers sank into her hair, tugging hard to bring her closer.
Kate smiled, drawing in a deep breath, inhaling their mixed musks, rubbing her lips and tongues over them, alternating as she teased them both.
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Then she followed Cale's insistent tugs and sank on his cock, pumping her hand harder on Bobby's as she bobbed forward, taking Cale's cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling and lapping along his shaft as it pressed over her tongue and deeper.
She backed away and turned to do the same to Bobby's, wetting his shaft and using the moisture to glide her hands freely up and down Cale's and Bobby's hard rods. Her body shivered, not from the cold, but from the heady power she wielded over two virile men who patiently waited while she plied them both with succulent kisses and sucked on cocks that filled and stretched.
Both long, hard shafts expanded, skin tightening, feeling like warm satin sliding inside her mouth.
And then her hunger consumed her and she settled her cunt over one heel and rode it, while her mouth drew harder, greedy for the strokes they delivered, one after the other into her fists, into her mouth.
When she grew breathless, she pulled away, and rested her cheek against Cale's thigh, dragging in deep breaths. His hand caressed her head and then tilted it back. She opened her eyes and stared up at him. "Please," she said, not really sure what she wanted, but needing relief from her own rising arousal.
Cale's glance touched on Bobby, who nodded, a slow, tight smile splitting his face.
Bobby pulled her hands from their cocks, and Cale knelt, then stretched out on the rug in front of the hearth, raising his cock perpendicular from his body.