“There you go,” Devin murmured, his voice laced with approval that went straight to her heart. Kelsey looked up into his dark eyes and her pulse stuttered at the softening she saw in the midnight blue depths. Bending, he kissed her with as much slow care as Greg worked his cock into her butt.
Their roaming hands soothed her shivers as Greg’s whispered, “Easy, Kelsey, slow and easy,” settled her reservations and Devin’s tender kiss brought a sheen of tears to her eyes. Greg pulled out of her before he’d embedded half of his cock, the emptiness forcing a whimpered protest. She’d just gotten used to the thick, steely penetration.
“How quick you forget we know better than you what you need, and what you can handle.” Greg squeezed her sore buttock as Devin released her mouth and made short work of covering his shaft and thrusting between her slick folds.
“Fuck but I love how wet you get for us.” He pushed up, filled and stretched her to the point of a pleasant discomfort she’d come to crave.
“And eager for us,” Greg added as he re-entered her rectum the same time Devin pulled out of her pussy.
The perfect, synchronized rhythm of one in, one out they set up robbed her of breath and all coherent thought. She trembled from the perfect timing and well-aimed thrusts, her perspiration-damp body sliding against theirs as she basked in their dual possession that kept her sandwiched between them. With each deep plunge of Devin’s cock in her pussy, she slid upward, her nipples sliding through his prickly chest hairs before Greg pulled her hips back for his return.
They were careful, too careful. They were slow, too damn slow. And they were good, so fucking good. Her climax broke on a wave of saturating pleasure, sensation after fiery, rippling sensation rolling through her well-used body in a heart-stopping burst of ecstasy that rivaled everything they’d delivered before. She fell asleep in the same position, wrapped around Devin with Greg against her back, their groans of satisfaction bringing a tired smile.
Kelsey spotted Jordan and Theresa coming out of the snack shop at the small airport as soon as Greg pulled in and parked the truck. A lump rose to her throat, but she could only deal with one chaotic emotional disturbance at a time. As Devin helped her down from the truck, the lingering soreness from the twenty-four-hour sexual marathon that had ended last night with them double-fucking her again made itself known. Yesterday morning, Greg had cornered her in the stable and with an infectious laugh, yanked down her jeans, bent her over a stack of hay and fucked her from behind. Devin had caught up with her on her walk in the woods just so he could lift her up and down on his cock as he braced her shoulders against a tree. Both men had walked away whistling, leaving her to right her clothes before one of the ranch hands got an eyeful.
It had been hard saying goodbye to Otis and Silas, and the tears that had filled her eyes when she’d fed Cleo her last treat still threatened to fall. But nothing could compare with the sense of loss growing stronger as they walked toward the waiting plane. None of them had said much on the drive this morning, so when Greg yanked her against him and she dared let herself look into his vivid green eyes, she encountered a turbulence he’d never shown before.
“Come back any time you wish, little bit. We’re not going anywhere.” Greg didn’t care what the McAllisters thought. Nothing would stop him from taking one more taste of that sassy mouth. He would miss her, damned if he wouldn’t.
Her lips were still tingling and Kelsey was still reeling from the open display of affection when he released her and Devin lifted her by the waist until they were eye-to-eye, mouth-to-mouth.
“You’ll always be welcome, baby.” Devin caught Jordan’s speculative look and Theresa’s smile before he kissed Kelsey goodbye, vowing to make Greg pay for how much he would miss the little imp.
Trembling, Kelsey dashed toward the plane, ignoring the desperate pleading looks on Jordan and Theresa’s faces. “Later. We’ll talk after I get home. Please,” she whispered before dashing up the lowered steps with tears running down her face. More, she wanted more time with them, but prolonging the inevitable would only ensure the ache now pressing down on her chest would only be worse.
We have more, baby, but you should be more careful of what you ask for.
Devin’s words came back to bite her on the butt Kelsey’s first few days back home, and not in the fun way either. She spent the weekend with guilt weighing her down, the hurt both McAllisters expressed on the flight back still gnawing at her. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the first two nights spent back in her own apartment, in her own bed, lacked the relief and comfort of home she’d been counting on. The vivid erotic dreams she’d been hoping to dispel by pushing for real-life experiences with her two hosts still invaded her sleep, only now the faceless, nameless man tormenting her in them had been replaced with not one, but two hard-to-resist cowboys.
Kelsey awoke Monday morning out of sorts and irritable, looking forward to returning to work and all the distractions that come with a busy office. She hadn’t counted on the crowded subway getting on her nerves, the jostle of rude people being so irritating, or remembered the odor emanating from the crammed together bodies as so distasteful.
Instead of inhaling a breath of fresh air as she left the train and stepped into downtown Philly, her nose twitched with the smell of fumes from heavy traffic, her displeasure increasing with every step she took toward her building. Instead of wading through the hustle and bustle of people either too much in a hurry or too disinterested to say hello or even pass by with a polite nod with her usual indifference, she found herself looking for a stranger’s smile and friendly greeting. Horns blared by impatient drivers and cars backfired in tune with muttered curses as people shoved their way to work.
Kelsey reached her accounting firm on the sixth floor of a high-rise with her nerves stretched to the breaking point and her conflicting emotions in a turmoil. Her return home wasn’t supposed to be this way. She’d expected to miss the guys, not the people visiting or working on their ranch. The friendly, welcome back greetings from co-workers as she wound her way to her cubicle went a long way in easing her tense irritability. After taking a minute to make lunch plans with two of her closest friends, she reached her desk thinking she was more than ready to settle into the small, confined space and get back into working in the office.
Once again, she thought wrong. In less than an hour she was comparing the constant, monotonous clatter of keyboards and low humming of electronics to the faint trill of fluttering birds, a soft horse’s whinny and the distant laughter and clomping hooves of horseback riders. Her eyes kept straying from the computer screen out the large, tinted windows, and she didn’t understand why her stomach cramped every time she encountered nothing but a gray haziness and row of rooftops instead of pine tree covered hillsides topped with a cloudless, bright blue sky.
Kelsey spent way too much time over the next few days trying to shake off her discontent and the constant intrusion of her cowboys’ rugged faces and their probing, focused eyes whenever they looked at her. By the time she returned to her apartment late Friday night after having spent the evening at a club catching up with friends, a new phrase kept running through her head – This is not the way it was supposed to be. Nothing about her return this past week had gone as she’d imagined it would. And it had never entered her head she might miss Montana, the Wild Horse Dude Ranch and the people there almost as much as she’d known she would ache for Masters Devin and Greg.
As she fell into bed praying for a decent night’s sleep without dreams guaranteed to awaken her in a needy, aching state, she had to accept being wrong about wanting to come home, and wondered if maybe she had erred just as badly about judging Jordan and Theresa.
Morning brought her no concrete answers to the less than desired outcome of her first week back but a determination to set things right with the McAllisters. After pouring a cup of coffee, she grabbed her purse off the kitchen counter and rummaged inside for her phone. Instead of her cell, she pulled out the phone Greg had programmed their numbers into and handed her the first day at the ranch. She’d never had cause to use it during those too short weeks, but sudden longing to hear their voices poured through her in waves, the ache stirring up those memories she’d wanted so much.
Come back any time. You’ll always be welcome. Kelsey knew better than to believe they were serious and hadn’t given a thought to taking Greg and Devin up on their parting offer. Until now. She tightened her hand around the phone and then tossed it back in her purse. One thing at a time. Fishing out her cell, she pressed Theresa’s number and said the first thing on the tip of her tongue when she answered.
“Can I come over?”
Theresa’s choked voice broke Kelsey’s heart. “Yes, of course. If you’re agreeable, there’s someplace we’d like to take you.”
Closing her eyes to stop the tears, Kelsey said the words she knew they wanted to hear. “Sure. I trust you.”
She did trust them, she thought as she exited her apartment building and saw them standing by their car, waiting for her with hopeful expressions. But there was one thing she needed to clarify. “Did you mean it?” she asked before getting in. “At the airport, when you said I was more than a case to you.”
“Sweetheart.” Theresa stepped forward and hugged her, Kelsey’s heart stuttering upon hearing her whispered, teary words. “Don’t you know you are a daughter to us in every way that matters?”
Kelsey shook her head, choked on a sob and then looked over at Jordan’s ravaged face. “I’m sorry. You’ve been nothing but good to me. I shouldn’t have…”
“Enough,” Jordon interjected gruffly, pulling her in for a brief hug before ushering her into the car. “We made a mistake in keeping you in the dark and you in not trusting us. We’ll do what people should do who love each other, forgive and forget.”