Page 65 of Stud Ranch

Shaw’s chest burned with emotions. “How do we make this work then? With the three of us and Marigold?”

The corners of her mouth tipped up in a soft smile at the mention of their daughter. “We talk it through over and over again until we get it right—something we failed to do the first time.”

“I was an idiot for walking away.”

She cupped his jaw, a tender expression in her eyes he could only describe as forgiveness.

“I’ve been an idiot for so many years, never owning my feelings or admitting just how lonely I’ve been.” Dylan compressed his lips. “I’m not sure if bull riding is what I want anymore—after seeing fear on both of your faces when I came off that bull, I don’t want to ever see it again. I’m not willing to put people I love through that.”

A rough noise broke from Shaw. He hooked his hand around Dylan’s nape and pulled him close. Sloane dropped her forehead against theirs.

When she finally drew back, she reached for the belt of her robe. They watched her slowly unknot it and clasp the sides where the robe met over her chest. She parted the fabric to reveal her beautiful body, still glowing from the heat of her shower.

Holding Shaw’s stare, then Dylan’s, she lowered herself to the mattress and held out her arms in invitation.

“I want you both. At the same time.” Her whisper sent the hair rippling on Shaw’s arms.

His cock pressed against his fly, already throbbing hard. One glance down at the front of Dylan’s jeans showed he was in the same state.

“Above all, we’re Boot Knockers. Our woman deserves a memorable performance, don’t you think?” He cocked a brow at Dylan.

He growled. “Hell yeah.” He flicked out a hand and yanked on the end of Shaw’s belt, popping it open.

A soft moan escaped Sloane as she watched Dylan work open Shaw’s fly and reach inside for his cock.

The instant he wrapped his fingers around the length, all of them groaned. The electricity in the room was something Shaw was growing addicted to. The charge of love formed by initial lust zapped between them.

He reached for the buttons of Dylan’s shirt. Each inch of his chiseled body he revealed had his mouth watering for a taste of his lover. The salt and musk of the man mixed with Sloane’s sweetness was never going to get old.

When he pinched Dylan’s nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, she caressed her bare breasts. The points of her nipples darkened with desire.

Quickly, he stripped off his own clothes. Dylan did the same. With cocks covered in condoms and at the ready, they fell to the bed with their woman. Dylan claimed her mouth while Shaw worked kisses over her breasts and belly. Sliding between her thighs, he snaked out his tongue to taste her.

“Ohhh!”

He looked up at Dylan. “She’s soaked. Have a taste.”

Holding his stare, Dylan lowered his mouth to her pussy and pressed the point of his tongue against her clit.

“Yes!”

Shaw eased his tongue over Dylan’s, over her pussy. He took her channel while their lover captured her clit between his lips. Working her to a hard and fast frenzy was their unspoken goal. They had to get her loose, drenched and ready to receive two men at once.

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Sloane’s second orgasm was the best of her life. No, it had to be the third.

Dark curls of lust and passion reached through her body, twisting inside her. She had no idea if binding herself to two men was right or wrong—she only knew that it felt perfect.

And hot.

So. Damn. Hot.

One of her hands rode along Shaw’s chest as she settled her pussy over his hard length. The mushroomed head parted her folds, tunneling in. Their gazes locked and held.

Dylan’s hands on her ass guiding her down over their lover heightened her arousal. “That’s it. Take his cock. All the way, baby. Yesss. Good, baby.” His fingers trailed up the seam of her ass, over her pucker. When warm lube trickled over her backside, she clenched around Shaw’s erection.

“Fuck, she’s tight. I’m going to blow if you don’t hurry up and slide into her ass, Dylan.” The rough edge in Shaw’s voice was an aphrodisiac to her system.

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