Page 234 of Ride a Cowboy

She placed her head on Mark’s chest and let the steady thumping of his heart soothe her. He ran his hand through her hair, adding to the calm that was quickly taking over. A tiny part of the old Bridget briefly woke up, telling her she should be freaking out and backtracking as fast as possible. She dismissed the thought the second it arose.

She wanted this more than she’d ever wanted anything. For the past week, her men had been taking turns inside her body, sharing her.

Tonight, they would truly be together, a trio, the perfect blending of three.

Matt squeezed some of the cool lube on her anus, working it in slowly, first with one finger, then two, and finally three. She’d begun to squirm, anticipating his motions, as her body began to demand more. When Matt put on a condom, covering it with a generous amount of lube, she knew she was about to get her heart’s desire.

He placed the head of his cock at her opening. None of them spoke as Matt slowly pushed his way in.

She felt Mark’s heart begin to beat harder against her cheek. She lifted her head to look at him, but her vision was cut off when Mark gripped her face and pulled her lips to his. His kiss told her everything she needed to know. He felt it too. He knew exactly how special this night, the moment was.

They were crossing the boundary, moving into unexplored territory together. With this one act, the three of them were committing themselves and their bodies to the ménage, to each other.

Once he was seated to the hilt, Matt released a long sigh. She appreciated the care he’d taken to prepare her for this, to make sure it didn’t cause her any pain. Neither of them would ever hurt her.

Mark released her lips and looked over her shoulder at his brother. No words were spoken, but she could read the silent communication between them now. She understood. They were brothers. They were in this together. It was good.

She smiled and felt a small tear trickle down her cheek.

“Bridget?” Mark asked, swiping the moisture away. “You okay?”

She nodded. “I’m great. This is perfect.”

Mark grinned. “Better than perfect.”

Matt reached around her chest and grasped her breasts in his hands. “Ready for the next level?”

She glanced over her shoulder, torn between laughter and happy tears. “So ready.”

They took her at her word, both men beginning to move in tandem. As Matt retreated, Mark thrust in. When Matt returned, Mark moved out. The sensation of being doubly penetrated, doubly taken, was too intense, and soon Bridget felt herself spiraling out of control as orgasm after orgasm racked her body.

Mark was the first to join her in ecstasy, crying out as he came. “God, so good.”

She wanted to agree, but she’d expended every ounce of breath, exhausted every scream she had.

Matt came next, squeezing her breasts as his release took over. All he said was her name over and over. “Bridget. Sweet Bridget.”

None of them moved for several moments, none of them willing to break the connection. Matt was the first to retreat. Pulling out of her body slowly, he placed several light kisses on her back as he left her. Falling to her side, he threw his arms over his head.

He was a sweaty, gorgeous mess.

She laughed. “You okay?”

“Un-fucking-believable. I think that was probably the single greatest experience of my life.”

Leave it to Matt to sum things up so succinctly.

It was her turn to move next. She pushed herself upright on arms that felt like Jell-O. Mark released a light groan when she lifted up and his soft cock fell out.

She looked down and repeated her question. “You okay?”

He shook his head. “I’ve never felt anything like that, Bridget. Never.”

She agreed. She wasn’t sure how she’d ever be able to go back to plain old vanilla sex with one man. Matt and Mark had ruined her.

“Ruined you?” Matt asked, laughing.

Had she spoken aloud? From the amused looks on their faces, she guessed she had. She rolled her eyes, then gave in. “For other men? Yeah. Completely.”

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