Page 33 of Stud Ranch

Without words, they each reached for her. Dylan stroked her clit. She slid down in the seat enough to give Shaw access to her entrance. Through her panties, he applied pressure to her opening, easing her panties inside her.

She muffled a gasp. Need fogged Shaw’s senses. Her scent hung in the air, and moans coming from the stage, and the noise of the paddle, echoed through the auditorium.

His entire focus was on Sloane. He never forgot this side of their relationship—the sex was never lacking, even toward the end when they stopped talking. God, he’d missed it so damn much.

Missed her.

He pressed his finger deeper inside her. Dylan strummed her clit, and she writhed against both their hands.

Shaw’s cock was bursting with need. “Outside. Now.”

As soon as he bit off the words, Dylan drew his hand away. He tugged down her dress, and Shaw grabbed her by the hand and pulled her to her feet.

She teetered on her heels. Shaw latched his fingers around her arm and led her out of the row, thankful no one sat next to them.

Once they reached the end of the row, Dylan snagged her around the waist and hauled her at a fast clip out the door. They barely cleared the frame before Shaw couldn’t take it another second.

He grabbed Sloane out of Dylan’s arms and trapped her against the wall. Her body heat scorched him. His cock battered his fly for the chance to sink into the pussy he’d owned over and over.

One hand anchored her wrist to the wall. The other curled into her ass cheek, and his hips locked her in place.

Her chest heaved, those beautiful green eyes burning with the look of desire he knew so well.

“Shaw. Please.”

Was she pleading with him to leave her alone…or kiss her?

On the ice, he prided himself in his ability to think quick and assess a situation. He used that skill now with Sloane.

He slammed his mouth over hers.

Kissing her was like sucking in the first gulp of air after being underwater for years. She gasped and cried out. His tongue plunged into the seam of her lips and tasted her.

“Fuck!” Dylan’s low cuss came from only a foot away.

Shaw’s focus was solely on Sloane. Feeding her his tongue in slow pass after slow pass, he gripped her round bottom just the way she liked it.

The ache in his balls tripled. He couldn’t quit kissing her, and she didn’t show any sign of slowing either.

Tough fingers dug into his shoulder, a shock through his senses to stop.

He raised his head and looked at Dylan.

“My turn,” he grated out.

Breathing in hard pants, Shaw forced himself to nod and step away from Sloane.

Giving her up to another man should cut deep. It should light a blaze of jealousy inside him like it did when he saw her in Dylan’s lap or he sucked her nipples in the barn.

That heat flared inside him, anger tangled with arousal. Knowing that she was getting the pleasure she needed—deserved—only had his cock growing harder.

Dylan cradled her cheek. She leaned into his touch with a soft sound of want. When he kissed her, Shaw’s fingers curled into fists. He stepped closer, gaze fixed on their mouths moving together, their tongues sliding in tandem. Dylan rocked his hips into Sloane’s, digging his cock into her pussy.

Fuck. Shaw shouldn’t want to see another man making out with the woman that used to be his. Yet he couldn’t move or even look away.

A thread of desire, darker than any he’d known before, knotted inside him.

Dylan tongue-fucked her mouth while grinding his cock into her pussy.

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