Page 83 of Ride a Cowboy

“Sadie?”

She heard Oakley say her name from somewhere behind Joel, his voice groggy from sleep. Joel either didn’t hear Oakley or didn’t care, because he didn’t release her. His lips actually went hard and became more demanding, his hands gripping her head tightly when he thought she might back away. He didn’t need to make that effort. She wasn’t going anywhere.

When they finally came up for air, Sadie noticed Oakley leaning against the dining room table. His posture gave off an air of patience, but the rest of him betrayed his true feelings. His arms were crossed, his eyes hungry, his jaw clenched.

He radiated sex and need and desire.

“Hey,” she said, realizing how silly it sounded in lieu of the kiss she and Joel had just shared.

Oakley’s lips twitched. “Thought we were letting the anticipation build.”

She lifted one shoulder. “That was bullshit. Have you ever known me to sit around idly and wait for something I wanted?”

Oakley didn’t laugh as she’d expected. “Actually, yes. You kept me and Joel hanging on like lovesick puppies for years.”

She couldn’t tell if he was joking or if he was seriously upset that she’d put them off for so long. It didn’t matter. He had a pretty good point. She had wanted them. But she’d denied it because she’d never in her dizziest daydreams, in her kinkiest fantasies, imagined anything like this. “You’re right. I did. I’m sorry.”

Joel reached out, grasping her upper arm and turning her to face him. “We don’t need an apology, Sadie. We just need to make up for lost time.”

She grinned, and then peeled off her leather jacket. Neither man stepped closer to help, but they certainly didn’t look away as she pulled her t-shirt off, then her bra. She crossed the room to sit in a chair at the table where Oakley still leaned and lifted her foot. “Pull my boots off?”

Oakley wasted no time dropping down into the other chair and reaching for her foot. As he did so, Joel joined them, stepping behind her, his hands cupping her bare breasts.

Oakley licked his lips, his gaze glued to Joel’s fingers as they pinched her nipples. They’d discovered her penchant for pain very early on. On top of that, Joel had her number when it came to dominance and submission. She wouldn’t bend her will to any man outside of the bedroom, but there was something so sexy about the way Joel took over when they were fucking.

Once her boots were off, Oakley began to tackle the button on her jeans. He jerked his head at Joel, who moved his hands to his waist to help her rise from the chair. The men had spent years working side by side on the ranch. They didn’t need words to make their desires known.

Oakley tugged her jeans down as Joel’s hands returned to her breasts, his squeezes alternating between gentle and rough. He was a master at keeping her on her toes.

Neither man had bothered to dress when they answered the door, so it was a very simple matter of them dropping their boxers to join her in a naked state.

Sadie turned toward the table and started to bend over. At least one of them had taken her that way every night they’d come together at the bar, and she had to admit she loved the position.

Joel grabbed her upper arm, halting her. “Not tonight. Tonight we’ve got a bed. Let’s use it.”

She accepted Oakley’s hand as he led her to the bedroom. There were two full-size beds in the room, each occupying an opposite wall. It wasn’t what she’d expected to find in a bunkhouse, regardless of the fact they were the only two guys living there.

At her questioning glance, Oakley gave her a quick tour of the room. “When I first started working here, there were only twin beds. I got tired of squeezing my six-foot-two frame on that tiny piece of shit. Convinced Joel we could fit bigger beds in here,” Oakley explained. Then he looked at Joel with a devilish grin. “Your bed or mine.”

Joel rolled his eyes. “Mine. I have no idea when you washed your sheets last.”

Sadie giggled, following Joel to the bed on the left. Both beds were unmade since she’d woken them, but where Oakley’s sheets were just tossed on the mattress in a tangled mess, Joel’s bed had been made with hospital corners, the cotton appearing almost pressed. The beds looked exactly as she would have imagined them.

Joel sat on the edge of his mattress and she wasted no time straddling his hips. They’d sat this way the last time they’d been together at closing time, her riding him as Oakley stood behind her, lifting her and pressing her down until she thought her body would implode under the intense, wonderful impact.

She shifted against him, his cock resting along her slit. She was soaking wet, her permanent condition whenever these guys were within a fifty-foot radius. She began to rock against him, moaning softly as the head of his cock stroked her clit.

Oakley gripped her ass cheeks, kneading them as she moved. Every now and then, she felt his erection against her back.

Joel kissed her throughout, his tongue plunging into her mouth the way she wanted his cock to do inside her. When she felt ready to explode, she lifted her hips, reaching for him, intent on guiding his dick in.

Joel’s hand clamped down on her wrist tightly, halting her. She loved it when he used his undeniable strength to shackle her. He’d seen how much she enjoyed it when he held her hands behind her back, and he had promised her that one of these days he’d tie her up, he and Oakley tormenting her for hours before letting her come. The threat thrilled her as much as it frightened her. She had no doubt they would carry through on it.

“Turn around,” he commanded.

As always, she responded without thought. She had no idea how he managed to do that when she had bucked pretty much every other authority in her life since the cradle.

She remained on his lap, his cock now resting against the slit in her ass. Her arousal crept higher.

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