Page 233 of Ride a Cowboy

Matt sat on the edge of the bed on her other side. “Me either. You kind of crash-landed into our lives, didn’t you?”

She grinned. “That’s one way to put it.”

Matt’s face sobered, more serious than usual. “We’ve got a lot of stuff to mark off our list before we start worrying about that. We need to get that flash drive out of the bank. We need to get you and Rodney back to New York safely and you need to testify. That’s a lot of shit to deal with, and until that’s off our plates, I don’t think we should make any other big decisions.”

He was right. She knew that. Right now, she was an emotional basket case, living in a constant state of fear, anxiety and arousal. Until she finished this latest chapter in her book, she’d be a fool to start a new one. “You’re right.”

“But Bridget,” Mark said, turning her face toward his, “you need to know, whatever happens, we’re crazy about you.”

It was the closest any of them had come to admitting their feelings. If she’d felt free to speak what was written on her heart, she would have been screaming the words I love you to both of them. “I’m crazy about you guys too.”

Mark leaned forward and kissed her. She could hear Matt taking off his clothes behind her, felt the bed dip when he joined them. Mark released her and Matt took over, offering her long, deep, tantalizing kisses as his twin got undressed. Then, together, they slowly peeled off layer after layer of her clothing, taking their time to caress each newly bared bit of skin.

By the time she was completely naked, she was flushed, hot, aching.

Every night their passion grew, every interlude more exciting, more thrilling than the one before. Bridget had become a master of multiple orgasms, something she’d never hoped to have, let alone enjoy night after night.

Mark rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him. She loved being on top and had shared that tiny tidbit with them on their first night alone together in the cabin. She grinned at Mark’s invitation as he handed her a condom. She slid it on him, then slid herself on it, both of them groaning when her ass reached his thighs. He filled her completely.

Originally she’d thought the twins were identical everywhere, but as they continued their explorations of each other’s bodies, she’d learned that Mark’s cock was thicker where his brother’s was longer. The distinctions allowed them to stroke different pleasure points inside her. She loved the stretched sensation Mark’s cock created.

She started to move, thrusting up and down along his erect flesh. She was surprised when she felt Matt’s hand press on her shoulder, halting her.

She glanced back at him, confused. His face was hungry, determined. Her pussy clenched with excitement. She didn’t know what he had planned, but she’d loved every erotic adventure he’d led her on. She trusted both of these men—with her body, and if she was being completely honest, with her heart.

“Bend forward.” He lightly pushed on her upper back, moving her into the position he wanted. She leaned over until her breasts brushed Mark’s chest. Mark wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. His cock still filled her and she shuddered, a strong wave of arousal coursing through her with this new position.

Matt stroked her ass softly and she moaned. Yesterday afternoon, she’d started a small water fight, throwing some on Mark and then Matt as a joke. They’d chased her around the cabin, threatening to spank her for being a brat. Once they caught her, they bent her over the kitchen table, pulled down her pants and put their money where their mouths were, taking turns placing erotic slaps on her ass until she was begging for them to take her. She trembled as she recalled Matt fucking her from behind as she gave Mark a blowjob.

“I haven’t been bad tonight,” she teased, wondering if he wanted to resume the spanking. She’d never tried such a thing before yesterday, never thought she’d enjoy it. It had been very clear to all three of them she’d loved it.

Matt ran his hand along her right ass cheek before gripping it in his large palm and squeezing. “You’re right. You haven’t.”

She was confused by his vague answer and his hesitation. It was clear he had something on his mind, but he seemed afraid to pursue it.

Then he moved, his fingers drifting between her legs, pausing at her anus.

She stopped breathing, blinking rapidly as he pressed a single finger against the ridge there.

“Matt,” she whispered.

“Say no and it stops here.”

She shook her head and he paused. She hastened to explain. “I don’t want to say no.”

Mark’s hand stroked her hair. “You understand what we’re asking for?”

She grinned against his chest. Mark—ever the protector.

She lifted her head and looked him straight in the eye. “I know exactly what you’re asking for.”

Matt shifted on the bed. As she glanced over her shoulder, she watched him pull a tube of lubricant from the nightstand drawer.

“You keep lube in the cabin?” Her question was meant as a joke, but there was a thread of seriousness underlying it.

Matt gave her a guilty look she found completely adorable. “I packed it when we went back to our place for clothes. Along with a shitload of condoms. Call me optimistic.”

She couldn’t help it. She giggled. He always managed to make her laugh, even in the most serious of times.

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