Desired (Two Marks 2)

Nash reached around the front of my hips and pinched my clit. “You come too, Rachel. Come while Cord spills into your beautiful mouth.”

His contact with my clit and the delicious order was all the encouragement I needed. My thighs quaked as my internal walls gripped around Nash’s cock and I came harder than I knew was possible.

Cord came at the same time, his salty essence spurting down my throat. He tried to pull out, but I grabbed his ass and pulled him back into my mouth, swallowing down his salty cum.

“Fuck, yeah, Rachel. I love feeling that tight little pussy when it comes,” Nash growled. “Give me one more when I finish inside you.”

I popped off Cord, licked my lips. “Yes,” I said, even though I wasn’t sure I could control things, either way. It seemed highly likely, though. My nipples burned, my core was molten. One orgasm was definitely not enough.

“Fates, yes!” Nash cried, drilling into me hard as Cord reached below and pinched both my nipples.

I let out a warbling cry of both need and satisfaction and then Nash shoved in deep, coming hard. I heard a snap of flesh, and a snarl. Cord’s hand shot out, reaching above me like he was pushing Nash. Not pushing… I twisted to look, and let out a scream. Cord had Nash by the throat, and Nash’s eyes looked wild and silver.

The moment I screamed, both men relaxed. Cord withdrew his hold on Nash and cradled my face. “It’s okay,” he soothed me.

Nash eased out of me with a soft curse. “I’m sorry, Rachel. Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?”

“No, I’m fine.” I was better than fine, although a bit mystified. I was sweaty and achy, my pussy sore from being taken so hard. My jaw was tired from being opened so wide. “What happened?”

“Nothing,” both men said at once. Nash moved off the bed and disposed of his condom.

“Nash is just a big guy and has a lot of passion for you,” Cord said mildly, as if that somehow explained his need to grip the guy by the throat.

And yet, now they both seemed perfectly in tune. There was no animosity or rivalry that I could sense.

It was weird. I didn’t get it.

But then, it wasn’t like I had any experience with threesomes. Or sex. Or big, burly cowboys from Wyoming.

So, maybe this was just how these rough cowboys rolled.

“Are you sure you’re all right?” Nash scooped me into his arms and crawled up to sit on the bed with his back against the headboard. Cord joined him, and Nash settled me on his lap with my legs spilling over Cord’s.

Cord stroked up and down my thigh as Nash propped my back with one strong arm.

“I love you guys,” I murmured before I realized what I was saying. Oh God. “I mean—”

“Don’t take it back,” Cord said. Though his voice was soft, the intensity still rang in his words. “Please.”

I dragged my lower lip between my teeth as I glanced up at him. I saw everything in his gaze. Heat. Need. Even love, although he hadn’t said the words back. I’d felt his—their—need for me in what we’d just done. “All right, I won’t.”

Cord rewarded me with a broad, warm smile.

As my body started to cool, everything inside me warmed. I didn’t just feel desired when I was with these men. I felt cherished. Maybe even loved, since I’d just declared it myself. I just wondered if they felt the same way.

“What would it take,” Cord said slowly, trailing his fingertips up my calf, “for you to stay in West Springs? I know you’re here to find yourself. We understand after seeing that Chester guy—who’s a total asshole, by the way—and hearing your call with your father that you have some things to figure out, but can we help make that happen? You don’t have to find yourself all alone, do you? What is it about you that needs discovering?”

I smiled at his phrasing. I was sated and content, and his asking me to stay in West Springs didn’t sound quite as scary after a few orgasms. It put a lot in perspective. “Well, getting rid of Chester was most of it,” I admitted. “Even though that scene at the courthouse was unpleasant, I feel a huge weight off my shoulders.” I frowned, staring down at my hands. “I don’t think I realized how long it had been there. Me leaving the engagement party was running away from it, but today I feel like I finally faced it. So that’s already better.”

“Okay, what else?” Nash lightly traced my breast with his free hand.

Goosebumps rose on my arms.

I bit my lip and considered. “Well, I’m a pretty shitty waitress, so I don’t think I found myself at the diner, as much as I love it—and Bessie.”