Make Me Yours (Bridgewater County 5)
And with his wicked grin, he tugged my hips so I slid up his thighs and pulled me right onto him. My back was curved up off the bed and the angle was… “Oh. My. God.”
I saw Micah toss a tissue covered condom into the waste basket and come back to the bed. “You’ll come again, sugar, or Colt will have his feelings hurt. You don’t want that, do you?”
I shook my head, looked up at Colt as he began to pick up his pace. He dropped forward, landing on his hand and looming over me. Sweat dotted his brow, the tendons in his neck stood out. A hand came between us and he brushed my clit. So gently, in complete contrast to the way he became unrestrained.
I gasped. The slightest touch and I was so close. How did they know exactly what I needed?
“How many times do you think I can get you to come with my cock deep in your pussy?”
He worded it as a challenge and the intent in his eyes and the expert flick of his fingers
told me I was going to be unconscious very soon.
But he didn’t do swirls or circles over my swollen flesh. No. He narrowed his eyes, thrust his hips deep…and his fingers pinched.
The sharp bite of pain on my clit morphed into the most incredible orgasm of my life. A full body experience. My nipples throbbed, my toes curled, my skin bloomed with perspiration, my breath was trapped in my lungs. Colors flashed behind my eyelids. I was primed. Easily orgasmic, it seemed. I just needed to be eaten out and then fucked by two men and I’d come like a porn star.
When I stopped thrashing on the bed, calling out Colt’s name, he said, “That’s one.”
“That was three,” I panted, surprised I could do any kind of math at a time like this.
“Oh, sugar,” he breathed, leaning down to nip at my neck, nuzzle behind my ear. His hips slowed, but didn’t stop. “My mouth on you was just warm up. Priming the pump, so to speak.”
“And the one I gave you I get the credit for,” Micah said, clearly proud he’d gotten me off.
I shook my head, looked up at both of them. “It’s too good. I don’t think I can do that again.”
Micah stroked my hair back from my face. It wasn’t really wet anymore from the rain, but damp with sweat.
“You can and you will,” Micah commanded. I had no choice but to take the orgasms they were going to give me.
Colt began to move then, expertly rolling and thrusting, pushing one of my knees back toward my chest. “Here comes number two.”
“Oh god.” My eyes fell closed, I gripped the bedding and held on for the wild ride to come.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Colt
“What time is it?”
Lacey’s voice had me turning.
The storm had cleared out after an hour, as quickly as it blew in. In its wake, everything was wet, the air cooler and the sky crystal clear. I was in the open grassy area between the cabin and the lake practicing with my rope, enjoying the view, the quiet.
Hell, I was enjoying the lingering feelings of fucking the woman of our dreams. When I’d pushed Lacey into her third orgasm—with my dick deep inside her—I’d gone over with her. The pleasure had been too great to hold off and I’d come on a growl, my mind going blank and there was no question I went blind for a minute or so.
Lacey was perfect. In bed. There was no doubt the three of us shared intense, amazing chemistry. But that wasn’t all I wanted her for. She wasn’t a buckle bunny on the rodeo circuit. Hell, she wasn’t like any woman we’d ever had before. But we barely knew her. That would change.
I wanted to know everything. Her favorite foods, if she liked gel or mint toothpaste, where she grew up, where she got the scar on the inside of her left knee.
We’d just been waiting for her to wake up. When we said she’d black out with pleasure, we’d been slightly exaggerating; two men who believed their prowess in bed could render a woman unconscious.
With Lacey, we’d done it. I’d recovered enough to pull out and tend to the condom and she’d been asleep by the time I’d returned from the waste basket.
And stayed that way, until now.
I turned and looked at her, standing on the porch wearing just my snap shirt. Holy fuck, my cock got hard again.