Page 66 of Stud Ranch

She couldn’t stop herself from moving up and down on his length and thrusting back into Dylan’s fingers.

One finger entered her. A gasp of need burst from her lips. She threw a glance over her shoulder at the man who’d claimed more than her body.

“Take me. Now!”

His eyes hooded as he sidled up the bed on his knees, cock in hand. He lubed her again, fucked her with two fingers. When she was trembling and gasping, he eased the tip of his cock inside her ass.

Everything they did right now was for her—to please her. They’d never hurt her.

The freedom to love two men, to give herself up to them body and soul, was the last conscious thought she had before Dylan slid his cock inside her, filling her to a bursting pleasure.

“You set the pace, baby.” Shaw’s lips traced a path over hers. “Take your time to get used to us both at once.”

Dylan let out a primal groan. “Being inside your ass has me rethinking my favorite body part.”

She issued a throaty laugh and slowly tested a movement. Sliding down on Shaw’s cock had Dylan’s moving deeper inside her. The sensation stole her mind. With a sharp cry, she let go and stopped thinking of anything but gaining pleasure—and giving it too.

Shaw’s fiery gaze burned through her. Dylan’s hands on her hips made her wild. She rocked fast, faster…taking all she needed from her two lovers.

The hard nudge of Shaw’s cock in rhythm to Dylan’s tied a knot in her core that tightened with each move she made. “I’m so close!”

“Don’t hold back. Come on his cock. Come on mine.” Dylan’s voice at her ear sent her up another notch.

When she thought she’d never live through the experience, her release struck like a clap of thunder. She screamed Shaw’s name, then Dylan’s. The hard push of Dylan inside her ass along with a dark grunt told her that he was pouring his cum out too.

Shaw’s throat worked. “I can feel your cock moving against mine. Fuck! I’m—” He never finished the statement because his mouth opened wide and he came in hard thrusts of his hips.

Sloane hung between her men, mind blank to everything but the love pulsing through her entire body.

She’d come to the ranch to find herself again…and she gained something much, much better.

A former hockey player and a bull rider—two men who loved her, who had proved their devotion to her.

Two Boot Knockers to call her own.

Epilogue

Twinkle lights crisscrossed the deck, and the beat of the music added another layer of ambience to the dinner party.

“Here we go!” Piers set a huge platter of grilled chicken with a honey-lime glaze in the center of the outdoor table.

Dylan pulled out a seat. “Sloane.”

She looked up into his eyes, warmth trickling into her heart. She shifted Marigold in her arms, but suddenly Shaw was there, lifting her into his.

“Daddeeee!” The child’s squeal brought smiles to all of their faces.

When she glanced over at Sylvee, Ash had his big hand covering the growing bump of their child. The woman’s tender smile was so private, her eyes glowing, that Sloane felt like a voyeur and glanced away.

Shaw seated himself on the other side of Sloane with Marigold settled in his lap. She picked up a spoon and hit the table with it.

Dylan bobbed his head. “The girl’s got a good beat.”

Their child looked up at Dylan, her eyes wide and round. A huge smile spread across her face, and then she reached out her arms for him. “Da-da!”

“Oh no. You’re not hopping from lap to lap.” Sloane kissed her daughter’s forehead and started to distract her by filling a plate with food.

Sylvee gave her an apologetic look. “Sorry we don’t have a booster seat for her.”

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