Make Me Yours (Bridgewater County 5)

I took a moment to savor the sight and I was thankful he remained still to let me stare. Blatantly.

Then I looked up at Colt. He was waiting expectantly. “I don’t want you to feel neglected,” I said, with a fake pout. I moved my knees so I could grab the front of his shirt and tug it off. Soon they were both bared to the waist.

“Oh, my.”

I grabbed the towel in Colt’s hand—I doubted he even knew he held it—and began to wipe them down, taking my time and studying ever lean muscle, finding an old scar, watching the way their muscles tensed as the backs of my fingers brushed over their lower bellies. I climbed off the bed, went around behind them to take in their backs.

Hello! Broad shoulders and lats like bat wings. I rubbed the towel over them in slow admiration. As one, they turned, faced me. “Our backs are dry,” Micah said with a wicked gleam. “What’s next?”

I glanced down. “I don’t think I’ll be able to get those pants off myself.” Not only was it hard to work wet denim off, but they both had on rugged leather boots. Not only that, but I wasn’t sure if I could get the pants past those huge hard-ons.

Colt toed off his boots, one then the other and got his pants and boxers off pretty darn quick. Micah wasn’t too far behind so they stood before me. Naked. Like completely, totally, gorgeously naked.

“Holy shit,” I whispered as I ogled. Yeah, I totally ogled. I’d seen some cocks in my time, taken a ride on a few, but these? Wow.

These were big and thick and long and everything else a woman wanted. While Colt’s was a ruddy red with a broad crown, Micah’s was longer. They should be proud of them—I was for them and I was eager to get my hands on them. In fact…

“One for each hand,” I said as I took hold. Micah startled and Colt hissed out a breath.

Micah’s hand came down and covered mine. “Harder, sugar.”

Colt grunted, did the same, showed me how to move up and down his length to please him. “Definitely harder. I like it a little rough.”

I flicked my gaze up to his, then with a moment of boldness, I dropped to my knees before then. “Who’s first?” I asked.

While they were both hot cowboys, they were so very different. One light, the other dark. One broad, the other leaner. Intense and easy-going. They were like polar opposites and yet, I wanted them both. My mouth watered to compare their tastes, the feel of them filling my mouth, my throat.

It was Colt this time who leaned down, picked me up and tossed me on the bed. “Who’s first?” he repeated.

I bounced once and Micah’s eyes were on my breasts as they swayed from the movement.

“The lady is always first.”

My feet were on the bed, my knees bent. I felt far from ladylike.

Each of them grabbed an ankle, tugged me down so my butt was at the very edge of the bed. Colt worked my panties down and off, but they got caught on my ankle. Neither seemed to notice since their eyes were glued to my lady parts. I had a feeling those were the ones who were first.

“Last chance, sugar. Tell me now if you don’t want my mouth on your pussy because once I get a taste of you, I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to stop.”

Oh. My. God. He was a dirty talker.

“Colt likes pussy,” Micah commented as his friend dropped to his knees between my parted thighs.

Since I didn’t say anything—why would I?—Colt didn’t wait a second longer and put his mouth on me. His tongue to be precise, and in a very expert way. I arched my back and cried out at the hot feel of him.

“Me?” Micah continued, as he moved around to the side of the bed, put a knee on the mattress and leaned over me. While Colt used his thumbs to part me, then slid a firm tongue from my entrance and up to my clit, I had a hard time focusing on Micah’s blue eyes. He smiled. “Like that, do you?”

I nodded and gasped as Colt flicked my clit. My skin wasn’t damp from the rain any longer. No, it all just rose off of me as steam, I was that heated, that turned on.

Micah’s eyes raked down my body, took in Colt’s dark head between my thighs. “I’m a breast man.” He lowered his head, took one nipple into his mouth, laved and suckled it. He lifted up enough to fan his breath over the wet tip. “Well, T and A. I love tits and I bet I can make you come from me playing with them alone.”

“I’m not moving away from thi

s pussy,” Colt growled.

Somehow, the idea of them almost bickering over me made me smile. But then Colt did something with his tongue and Micah pinched my nipple. I groaned, not sure if it was from his dirty words or from Colt’s ruthless and fabulous attention.

“But I also like a lush ass. Spanking it, fucking it.”