“Keep going,” Nolan encouraged, sliding his glans past my lips and to the back of my throat again. “Please, baby. Almost... almost there.”
“That’s. Our. Girl,” Cooper panted, fucking me harder and deeper with each thrust. “Gonna make you... come so hard.”
All I could do was moan helplessly around Nolan’s cock, but that didn’t matter. I didn’t have to say anything at all for my guys to instinctively understand what I needed.
“Ready to come for us, baby?” Nolan asked while withdrawing from my mouth. He tipped my chin up to look into his eyes. “Fuck, I could come just from looking at you like this.”
“God, yes,” I moaned, nodding. “I’m so ready. I... I need it. Please.”
I didn’t care that I was begging. And didn’t care how needy I sounded. My whole body was on the very edge, and I needed only a little more help, just a little push.
Cooper grabbed my hips and thrust hard, burying himself deep inside me one last time and giving me that push I so desperately needed.
My vision blurred as the most intense orgasm overwhelmed me. It started from my core and radiated outward until it reached the bottom of my feet and the top of my head. I trembled and moaned as I reached for my guys.
And they were right there with me as I knew they would be, their own climaxes merging with mine.
How had I gone so long without them? And without feeling so good?
Totally spent, they both collapsed on either side of me, and four hands caressed my body, two mouths kissed me and told me how amazing and perfect I was.
I remembered exactly why I’d risked everything to slip away with them during school hours our senior year.
Those feelings, the feelings—having them next to me and being so, so wonderful—intoxicating.
And like back then, I still couldn’t get enough. I still wanted more of them.
Chapter Nine
Cooper Price
It was still dark outside, though moonlight shone through the window, which meant the rain clouds had shifted or completely emptied; either way, it wasn’t raining no more.
And meant I hadn’t drawn the curtains before going to sleep. I had other things occupying my mind when I went to bed.
It also meant that even though I hadn’t gotten much sleep, it was probably still time to get up.
Such was the life of a rancher that I’d wake up at some god-forsaken hour every day of the week whether I needed to or not.
I was allowed to sleep in once in a while, but after a few minutes of snuggling up to Poppy, I was more awake than ever.
The damn body clock wouldn’t let me sleep and neither would my libido.
I nuzzled closer to Poppy and ran my fingers over her silky soft skin. It only took a few minutes of thinking about all that happened last night for me to wake up completely – one part of my body in particular.
Damned cock was wide awake, and I don’t mean the rooster we had running with the hens although he’d be hollering soon enough. I lay in bed with the fresh memory and lingering scent of what we’d done, no wonder my body was wide awake.
To top it all, my sense of responsibility refused to let me lie there in my bed when there was a post-storm ranch to check on. It wasn’t as if I could wake Poppy and ravish her, not at that time of day.
Incredibly slowly, I rolled over and eased myself out of bed, trying not to disturb the others. If Poppy hadn't been there, I’d have woken Nolan to come and help.
Yeah, if Poppy wasn’t there, though, Nolan would be awake too and not be in my bed, obviously. I loved the dude like a brother not in any other way.
If all was well on the ranch, later I might even return in time to get back into bed with Poppy, so I didn’t mind leaving Nolan with her.
I grabbed some pants and shirts and sneaked out of the room as quietly as possible, knowing that I’d find clean socks and underwear on top of the dryer in the utility room.
When I reached the kitchen, my thoughts turned to coffee. Definitely needed to start the day right before heading out with proper cowboy coffee.
A few minutes later, I was dressed and pouring a mug for myself when Nolan appeared in my peripheral vision.
“Oh shit. Jeez!” I jerked back in surprise, splashing a little coffee over the table. “I thought you were still in bed.”
“Well, I’m not. Is there plenty of coffee in the pot for me?” He strode over to the counter, where too many mugs hung on hooks ready for when we had in extra help at the peak of the season. It could get busy around the table, but right now, we only had a couple of ranch hands staying on site in the bunkhouse.