“Oh my god,” I whispered, realizing the extent of what I’d done.

“Pretty amazing,” Riley murmured.

Amazing, yes, but also insane.

I looked down. I was naked except for one sandal—heaven only knew where the other was—and anyone could see me. Hadn’t they said some people lived on the ranch? While there was no one else at the house, there was a bunkhouse or something. Had someone seen me being fucked by two guys?

“I, um… wow. Thanks. That was, um—” I stuttered. What was the proper etiquette after having the best sex of your life on a front porch with two guys?

Cord put himself back together, tucking his cock back in his pants, zipping up and redoing his belt buckle. I stepped to the side and noticed Riley had fixed himself, too.

I looked around. My bra must still be on the ground, my dress was laying halfway down the porch steps, and my purse was by the door. I went to it, dug out my key. With fumbling fingers, I put it in the lock.

“Kady,” Riley said, coming up behind me.

“Please,” I replied, still trying to get the key to work. All at once I was frustrated. Embarrassed. God, I was outside naked! “I need to get inside.”

“Okay,” he replied, putting his hand over mine to help me get the lock to turn. When it did, he reached down, turned the knob. “Let’s go in and—”

“No. Just me.” I stepped into the doorway, turned to face them. How did one say goodbye naked? I was being ridiculous, I knew, but I couldn’t help it. I didn’t know what to feel, and I was starting to lose it.

“We can’t let you go in alone like this,” Cord said as he slowly came up the steps. His fingers had been deep inside me, brought me to orgasm, and now he wanted to soothe me.

“Please, I’m fine.” I gave them a fake smile because it was all too much. They were too much. “I just need to be alone.”

“Kady,” Riley began.

“Thank you, for dinner and well, everything. I…this, um, us. It’s overwhelming and I need to think.”

Both men were quiet as they studied me. Not in a sexual way as they had earlier, but with concern.

“Fine,” Cord said.

“What?” Riley turned to look at him.

“We’ll leave you be. But you have to text Riley in an hour that you’re okay or we’ll be back tonight.” Cord’s serious gaze was on me.

I nodded, relieved, yet I knew if I didn’t do as he said, they’d come back and kick the door down if they had to. “Fine.”

“And we’ll be by at eight tomorrow,” he added.

Riley was slowly shaking his head, but his mouth was pressed into a thin line, obviously not pleased.

“For what?” I asked, slipping behind the door to shield myself as best I could.

“Us.” Cord said with finality. “You need to be ready for us by then.”

He turned, picked his hat up off the porch and put it on, went down the steps to the truck. With one last heated—and worried—look, Riley nodded and followed, his boots splashing through the puddles.

I closed the door, leaned back against it, the wood cold against my bare skin. Turning my head, I saw myself in the mirror on the side wall. I couldn’t miss the hickey on my neck or the, oh, god, a bright pink mark just above my right nipple. A bite. My nipples were hard, red and tender. Between my legs, I was sore, achy. My clit tingled from all the pleasure, and I felt their cum slide down my thighs. Copious amounts of it.

I looked really well-fucked. Well-pleasured. Felt that way, too. And yet I’d pushed them away as if it had been just a quick romp. That it meant nothing. But, in fact, it meant too much.

When Cord had said I had to be ready for the two of them in the morning, I didn’t think it was to be prepared to go out with them again. No, he meant he was giving me the night to think, to come to terms with what just happened. That it was special. Wild. Hot. Dirty. Amazing.

And they planned to do it again, and more.

I had to be ready to accept them, us, by then.

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