I skimmed my palm down her back and squeezed that plump ass of hers playfully. “You’ve got plenty of nights to get used to this idea.”
I wanted to tell her how I felt, to let Sam take the time to do the same, but the airport parking lot wasn’t the place to do it.
She laughed as I handed her up into the truck. When she turned to smile down at me, the rightness of it had me grinning back at her. I’d known she was the one ever since that plane ride. When she’d accidentally straddled me, everything in me had said she’s the one. I knew Sam had the same experience the moment he’d spotted her at the bar. But we’d been raised in Bridgewater so finding the one and knowing it instantly… that wasn’t a foreign concept for us. But Katie? She’d had to learn to trust her heart. And us.
I climbed up to sit beside her, my cock growing hard just thinking of all the ways we would reward her for making the right decision, to show her how we felt.
Sam took his seat on the other side of Katie after loading her luggage in the back. I saw his hand reach out and caress her bare thigh just above her knee where her skirt stopped. Yup, my cousin and I were on the same page, all right.
I’d learned my lesson about pressuring this woman, though, and wouldn’t do it again. I stroked her leg where it pressed against mine and gave it a little squeeze. “Listen, sweetness. We know that you’re the one for us and we’re pretty headstrong about it. You can take your time coming around to that realization, just as long as you don’t run off. We won’t push you again.”
Sam nodded. “We tried to throw you head first into the deep end with all this talk of being the one, didn’t we? From here on out, we promise to let you ease into the idea.”
Katie was quiet for a few moments, her eyes fixed on the sight of our hands on her thighs. She reached down and grabbed a hold of our hands and squeezed. “Thank you. Really. I appreciate that.” She turned to glance up at me and then Sam, then slid her hands up the tops of her thighs, her skirt riding up with it. I’d pulled out of the parking spot, but was still in the lot. I slammed on the brakes to watch what she was doing. I moved my hand from her leg, so did Sam. Lifting her hips, she shimmied out of her lavender and lace panties, worked them down her legs. Holding them up in the air, the delicate fabric dangled from her finger as she spread her knees wider and exposing her pussy. “But if you don’t mind, I’d rather you ease me right into bed.”
Sam growled and snatched her panties, put his hand on her knee. “Good girl, Katie.”
Putting my hand on her other knee, we kept her pussy exposed as I pressed my foot to the accelerator and sped toward my ranch like the devil was on our tail.
***
CATHERINE
By the time we got to Jack’s ranch, I was on fire. It could have been the rush of adrenaline and the heady elation at seeing Sam and Jack at the airport that had me be so bold, but no. It was that they’d been right all along. Yes, they were demanding and bossy as hell, but I needed it. Wanted it. I wanted them. So when I tugged off my panties and held them out for them, it was a sign, albeit a very naughty one, that I was giving myself to them. To let them know I was submitting to them. I wanted to be between them, the rest of the world slipping away. No, going commando wasn’t going to make my problems go away, but it was a reminder that I had Jack and Sam. I wasn’t alone any more.
When Jack turned off his truck in front of his house, I was vibrating with pent up emotions. Luckily, I had my men to help me with that.
My men. I was starting to get used to the idea, slowly but surely. I’d tell them that. But for now, all I wanted was to show them.
“Jack,” I said as we walked into his house, his arm about my waist. “When exactly was it that you knew I was the one?”
His slow smile said he knew exactly where I was going with this. Falling back onto the couch, he patted his lap. “I believe you were right about here.”
Sam leaned against doorframe as he watched me as I undid the zipper on my skirt, slid it down my feet to let it fall to the floor, bare from the waist down. I straddled Jack. “Here?” I asked.
“Mmhmm.” His hands came up to grip my thighs and from where I stood I could see the thick bulge of his cock pressing against his jeans. “On that plane, all I could think about was how I wanted to shove aside your panties and pull you down to sit on my cock. But bare is better.”
I bit back a groan—who would have thought we’d had the same fantasy? I c
ouldn’t wait any longer. “Do you know what I wanted to do?”
“Show me.” His eyelids were heavy with desire as he watched me unbutton his jeans and pull down his zipper. He lifted his hips so I could pull his jeans down low enough to pull out that long, thick cock. He grabbed a condom from his pocket and slid it on with deft fingers.
Leaning down, I whispered in his ear. “I wanted to ride you, cowboy.”
“Now’s your chance, sweetness. Climb on and ride me dirty. Yeah, just like that.”
Settling one knee on either side of his hips, I hovered over his hard cock, then lowered myself to take him into my pussy in one quick movement. I was so wet from being open to them in the truck, the feel of him so thick and deep had me gasping for air. Jack’s growl was low and primitive and before I knew what was happening his hands came to my hips and gripped me hard. He took over, rocking his hips to pump that cock into me hard and fast.
I’d never seen Jack lose control… but I liked it. I turned my head to make sure Sam was watching. Sure enough, his dark gaze was on me and my pussy grew wetter than ever knowing he was turned on by the sight of me riding his cousin. I flicked my gaze down to his erection and licked my lips.
He didn’t need any more of a hint. “Did your fantasy include two men at the same time?”
Slowly, I shook my head and crooked my finger. “Who wants a fantasy when I can have the real thing?”
As Jack fucked me, Sam came over, stripped off my blouse and bra so I was completely bare.
Clenching down, I tortured Jack’s cock as Sam found a condom and lube, sheathed himself and then liberally coated it with lube. With slick fingers, he touched my back entrance as Jack stilled. While gentle, his touch was cold and slick and I gasped.