Make Me Yours (Bridgewater County 5)

A month earlier, we’d been ready to hook up with a woman we’d met at a bar in the next town over. She was pretty, fun, sexually adventurous, and not the least bit put off when Colt and I explained the two of us were a package deal. She’d been more than fine with that, at least for the night, and so had we. That was until her husband met us in the parking lot with a bottle of lube, a box of extra small condoms and a webcam. That had kept our dicks in our pants ever since.

I wasn’t the kind of man who needed a warm woman in my bed every night of the week, but I also wasn’t the type to have extended sleepovers with my hand.

I didn’t regret or resent the dry spell. It had helped me clear my head and really narrow down what I wanted for my life. However, one side effect of all that introspection and abstinence was now I could clearly picture the life I wanted and the kind of woman I wanted to fill my days and nights. Not just a woman, a wife. A woman to share our lives permanently. Mine and Colt’s. To make a family.

That kind of clarity had brought a sense of urgency that hadn’t existed before. Knowing what I wanted, I wanted it now. I wanted a willing woman, one who would crook her finger and we’d happily strip bare and fuck her hard. She’d want it, wild and dirty, with her husbands. Why? Because the woman for us liked it rough, liked it playful and liked it all the time.

I shifted my cock, getting hard at just the thought of the woman for us and what we’d do with her.

Colt ran a hand over the back of his neck, probably thinking about how we’d escaped a bad situation. “Good thing there’s no cell reception where you’re headed.”

Two days of no texts from a crazy woman hoping Colt and I would fuck her while her husband watched—and recorded it. That was a good thing. The price? Riding into the backcountry with a pair of newlyweds. “Hopefully it won’t be like that one time where I had to listen to the couple fucking like bunnies. I swear, they needed to go beyond the first big boulder they found.” I winced at the not-so-pleasant memory. “Not my idea of a good time.”

I wanted to experience that level of eagerness for my mate that I took her bent over the nearest flat —or mostly flat—surface I could find. I wanted passion and commitment, to have a willing, soft woman beneath me. Hell, on top of me would work, too. Even over a damn boulder. Riding my cock while her breasts bounced as Colt took her ass at the same time.

“I’ll lead the horses with you to the cabin, then I’m going to enjoy a quiet day on my own. Work on the framing. I’d love to get it closed in before winter. Then I’ll settle into my big, soft bed.” He grinned, adjusted his cowboy hat. “Sucks to be you.”

Shaking my head, I stuffed the last of the gear into the saddle bags, checked it off the list, and pointed my pen at Colt. “Sucks to be us,” I said, ignoring the rest of his words. “We’ll be back before dark, but remember, I’m not the only one who’ll be sleeping alone tonight. You and I are paddling the same empty boat.” I tucked my pen behind my ear and narrowed my eyes. “Unless you’ve spent these last few weeks reaching a different conclusion than I have.”

It wasn’t such a far-fetched possibility. While I owned my wilderness business with plenty of clients and nothing but growth on the horizon, Colt hadn’t yet gotten to where he wanted to be.

Colt finished securing the horses’ saddles and shot me a look across the back of my mount. “What I want hasn’t changed since I was ten years old and we made our pact.”

I rubbed my chin. “Maybe not, but things haven’t happened in the right order.”

We were supposed to both be successful business owners, me with the wilderness retreat, Colt with his own ranch. Not that the order of things mattered to me. I believed events came about and fell into place exactly when they were supposed to. Colt, on the other hand, liked things just so. Five yea

rs ago, he’d purchased a hundred-acre spread in a gorgeous valley south of Bridgewater. The land was waiting for him—for us and a bride—to settle on, but that took more cash. And a woman. We needed a house, stable, horses and more. And a woman.

In the meantime, he was still working as lead foreman for Hawk’s Landing, a guest ranch owned by our friends, Ethan and Matt. He was invaluable to the place; in charge of the vast stables, the maintenance to the property and buildings, the animals, as well as supervising fifty or so non-hospitality employees. He could handle it, being Mr. Stickler that he was, but I liked the wide-open spaces more. I dreaded paperwork and enjoyed sleeping out under the stars as much as my own bed.

“Things happen exactly in the order they’re supposed to,” he countered. “If I was meant to have my own spread up and running by now, I’d be tending my own horses and we wouldn’t be having this conversation. If our woman was out there already, don’t you think we would have experienced that lightning moment by now?”

I settled the pack behind the saddle. It had always been said, by my parents as well as Cole’s—hell, almost every married male in Bridgewater—that they knew their bride the minute they laid eyes on her. Like a lightning strike. I’d only been almost struck by actual lightning twice in my career—which wasn’t much of a surprise based on what I did—but never the “love” kind.

Cole looked over his shoulder at me with a wicked grin. “Besides, I don’t know about you, but I’d hate to live my whole life having missed the chance to laugh as you ride off for a night spent sleeping on the hard ground listening to other people fuck.”

He guided two horses by their leads toward the newlyweds’ cabin. He might not be going with us, but he was supplying the animals from the stables and needed to make sure the guests were happy before we left him behind for our time in the backcountry.

Grumbling at the reminder, I took the pack horse’s lead and ambled after him. “You talk a good game, but I’m serious, Colt. This is our time for some real soul-searching. I’m in as much a hurry to experience the lightning strike as you are, but maybe we should hold off another year.”

He stopped walking so I could catch up. “And do what for that year? Put on blinders so we’re not distracted from our goals by lush tits and a pleasing ass? And what do we do if those blinders mean we don’t see her unless she’s standing right under our noses? It’s not like she’ll know she’s supposed to be looking for two Prince Charmings. Hell.” He ran his hand over his neck again, a sign I knew meant he was frustrated. “Yeah, I wanted my land to be self-sufficient by now, but ranching isn’t some damn corporate ladder. There’s no formula for paying your dues. You think I’m the one who’s got a plan in place, but it’s you who worries about it for both of us. Anyway, you hear all about those poor bastards who get to the top and then look around only to realize they’re standing on that mountain peak all alone. They were so focused on their goals, they missed out on their life.”

“I stand on those damn mountain peaks as part of my job practically every day. I know a woman isn’t standing beside me, beside us, better than you.”

He lifted a dark brow at me. “It was an analogy, you fucker. I’m just saying I’m as eager as you to find her.”

I sighed, continuing on toward the cabin by the creek. “Fuck, sorry. You’re right. I shouldn’t have questioned you. I know we’re both of the same mind and in the same place.”

“Is the same mind having our gorgeous woman naked between us, taking one of our cocks in her mouth, the other in her sweet pussy?” he asked.

That hot image flashed through my head. “Her breasts will be a perfect handful and that ass, lush and full to grab hold of.”

“To spank a nice shade of pink.”

“To train and fuck.”

“Damn straight.” Colt grinned. “That’s why our wife—the woman who wants everything we just said as much as we do—is going to think we’re gods in the bedroom.”