Hold Me Close (Bridgewater County 4)

He growled, bent his knees and aligned himself. He slid in in one long, slow stroke. I was a little sore, definitely tender from Matt, but I was also more prepared. I was wet not only with my juices but Matt’s seed. Ethan stretched me open just like Matt had and I felt even more well claimed. His fingers gripped my ankles, first putting them by his hips as he began to fuck in a steady pace.

“So tight. So perfect, sweetheart,” he said. His dark eyes met mine and I couldn’t help but nod again. It was perfect. “One of these days, we’ll take you together. Matt in your pussy and I’ll take your virgin ass.”

I moaned at the thought, of both of them inside me at the same time.

This angle was completely different than when I straddled Matt. Ethan was rubbing over completely new places, and when he brought both of my ankles up to his right shoulder so I was a little angled, I swore my eyes rolled back in my head.

“Fuck,” I mumbled. It was so good. I was really glad for all those yoga classes but I didn’t have any brain cells left to think about anything but coming again.

I barely felt the bed shift before a mouth closed over my nipple. My fingers went right to Matt’s hair, as if to anchor me to something.

When Ethan shifted my ankles again so one of them was on each of his shoulders, I looked up at him. “I’m going to come.”

“Good girl. Come and I’ll go with you.”

Matt’s head came up and he watched me. “We’re like randy teenagers. We’ve got all night, baby. Don’t worry. Next time we won’t be on such a hair trigger.”

I heard him. I processed his words. Barely. Then Ethan pounded into me and I came. Thought fled. Words died. I couldn’t even scream, there was no sound. Every muscle in my body tensed, sweat broke out over my skin and I was gone. It was possible I blacked out for a moment, but I couldn’t be sure. All I knew was Ethan came, too, with a very fierce and possessive shout of my name.

Before I could catch my breath, I was tucked beneath the covers, my men on either side of me. “Sleep,” one of them whispered. “You’ll need it. We’re not done with you. Not even close.”

CHAPTER TEN

MATT

Life was good. Really good. In fact, for the last three weeks, life had never been better. I could honestly say that for the first time since I walked away from professional baseball…I was happy. Content in a way I’d never thought I’d be, not even when I’d had my dream job.

And it was all thanks to Rachel. We’d made her ours in that Helena hotel room, and we’d spent every night—and often during the day—doing it again and again. I was insatiable around her and thankfully, she was the same way. She may have been a virgin, but she wasn’t shy. No, she’d been bold and playful, curious and wild, right from the start.

So far Operation Knock Up Rachel hadn’t been a success…at least not that we knew of, but we sure as hell enjoyed trying. And trying.

We’d settled into a routine. While she hadn’t moved in with us yet—Ethan and I shared a cabin on the ranch, one we’d had built in preparation for someday having a big family—she had been spending the night more and more. She liked waking up between us and I liked waking up and rolling her beneath me.

I was content, content enough I’d forgotten I’d applied months ago for a job as a pitching coach for the San Francisco Giants. But they’d called me out of the blue and it had brought up the memories of my time playing pro ball. The thrill, the highs and lows, the physical strain. I missed it all. Over the last week I’d spoken with a few of their coaches and they seemed interested in me. I couldn’t be a player any more, but being part of the organization made me feel…alive again, in a way I hadn’t felt since I blew out my shoulder.

I hadn’t talked to Ethan about it yet, or Rachel. There was no need to go there unless it became real. If it did, we’d handle it.

Not that I didn’t enjoy working the ranch—I did. It was my property brought to life. People enjoyed their visit, saw the Montana I’d grown to love. And lately? I enjoyed it a whole lot more now that I could fuck our hottie office manager any time I wanted. Yeah, it was petty and chauvinistic sounding, but Rachel could take advantage of her two bosses any time she wished.

The woman in question came in to my office looking sexy and sweet and fucking luscious as hell. It had been surprisingly easy to transition from platonic bosses to her boss boyfriends. We set some ground rules from the get go—some to make Rachel’s life easier, and others to keep things interesting. She liked to play and we were happy to oblige.

One rule was that she was no longer allowed to wear jeans in the office. Only skirts and dresses for our girl. Not because we’d fancied up our dress code, but because jeans made it too damn hard to fuck her whenever and wherever we wanted. As Ethan so accurately pointed out to Rachel—it took a lot of tries to get pregnant. If we were serious about this baby making business, we had to take full advantage of every opportunity. It was a hard job but somebody had to do it.

No one liked this rule more than Rachel. It turned out our little virgin was a vixen in disguise. Now that she’d figured out how good it could be, she couldn’t get enough. It was only the three of us in the back office. While there was staff for the front desk and other aspects of Hawk’s Landing, the administrative area was our domain. It wasn’t completely private, but that was what an office door was for.

She smiled as she came toward my desk holding up a notepad, yet placing the little pink message slip on my desk. “You had a phone call.”

With my hand raised, I stopped her. “Hold it right there, missy. Turn around and close the door.”

I tried for my sternest tone, loving the way her cheeks turned pink the moment she realized I was in boss mode. That was what she called it when I got all commanding and bossy in the office. Or in the bedroom. Yeah, she liked to be dominated by her two men. And she liked playing up the sexy secretary role to the hilt. She did as I commanded, then turned back around.

I happened to know she got turned on instantly when we went into boss mode. A wet pussy never lied. Hell, I’d guess she was already wet for me right now and I’d barely even begun. I nodded toward the cute skirt she wore. It came to just above her knee. Nothing immodest or inappropriate.

“Lift it up.”

She bit her lip but didn’t protest. Her fingers gripped the hem and she hitched it up slowly, offering me a teasing glimpse of her creamy thighs. Shit, she’d learned how to be quite the tease in just a matter of weeks. Give her another month and Ethan and I would be royally screwed—so totally crazy in lust, we’d be too hard to walk.

When she hitched it up over her hips, I caught sight of her lacy white panties and I shifted in my desk chair. The sight of her, skirt hoisted, panties visible, was so sexy. Thankfully the bulge in my pants was hidden behind my desk. I cleared my throat and looked up at her with raised brows.