Page 226 of Ride a Cowboy

Then it came. The touch.

Glancing to her right, she saw Mark lying next to them on his side with his head propped up by one hand. He was watching her face, her reactions. When she looked down, she noticed his other hand had entered the game. He wiggled his finger and applied more pressure to her clit.

She exploded. Matt groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic, slower as her pussy clenched around him.

“Jesus, sweetheart. Fuck. I wanted to go longer, but?—”

Matt gave up. His climax began just as hers started to wane. Mark pressed against her clit again and she screamed. The motion triggered a second, quick orgasm. She’d never, never had a second orgasm in a single night.

“Holy shit,” Matt gasped. “So fucking good. So hot. Christ, Bridge, I thought you were going to squeeze my cock off. Your pussy should be declared a lethal weapon.”

She grinned, loving his dirty compliment.

Mark’s finger disappeared as Matt withdrew and fell to the mattress on her opposite side.

Mark sat up. “That’s quite a bedside manner you’ve got there, bro. Do you have to describe everything in vivid porn detail?”

Bridget could tell he was more amused than annoyed. Still, she felt she should come to Matt’s defense. “I like it. Makes me hot.”

Mark gave her a crooked grin. “Don’t encourage him. I’m sure he’ll only get worse.”

Bridget lifted her arms to Mark. She should have been exhausted. She expected to feel wrung out and hung out to dry. Instead, the moment she saw Mark and his lovely erection, she got her second wind.

Mark accepted her silent invitation, covering her body with his. She’d never felt tiny in any man’s presence, yet Matt and Mark left her feeling petite, almost delicate. She liked it.

Mark kissed her again, but rather than the long, deep, soul-searching kisses he’d given her early, these were shorter, quicker, but just as sexy and romantic. “You sure you’re up for another round? We can wait a little while. Give you a chance to rest.”

She was touched by his thoughtful gesture, then she glanced down at his painfully erect cock and shook her head. “No way. I want you now.” It was the truth. Though she’d only known these men a few days, it felt like much longer to her. She wasn’t sure if in the past she would have jumped so quickly, but she was different now.

Since Lyle’s death, since her life had become a day-by-day attempt at surviving, she’d learned to take each moment as it came and to enjoy it. The old Bridget would never have jumped into a threesome so quickly, never would have taken this chance.

The old Bridget was a fool.

“Come inside me, Mark,” she whispered.

He quickly donned his condom and then he was there. Like Matt, Mark knew how to use his equipment.

Her smile grew at the thought and she briefly considered saying it aloud. Matt would have laughed at her raunchy joke, but she knew Mark was trying to make this moment special for her. His gentle soul touched her.

His movements, unlike his brother’s, were slower, more controlled, but no less potent. Mark paid attention to her body’s cues, her quick intakes of breath. He read her body’s language to slowly and methodically drive her to the peak once more. Unlike Matt’s quick, explosive style, Mark took his time and gave her time to get there too. She wasn’t sure how long they clung to each other, their bodies pulsing together, but she was brought back to earth when she heard Matt mutter the word “beautiful” beside her.

It was beautiful. Every part of it. Mark reached down and stroked her clit. He’d learned during her interlude with Matt how much that simple touch turned her on. It had the same effect again. It was the trigger to her climax, and she cried out as she came. Mark joined her. Together, they trembled and gasped as their bodies took their pleasure.

Sated, Mark pulled out of her, then bent down to kiss her. Once he moved to her right, Matt gripped her chin and pulled her face toward his, adding his kiss to the mix.

“Best night ever,” he murmured when they broke off the kiss.

Mark and Matt, though identical, had offered her two very different experiences. Mark, ever the gentleman, was a romantic, thoughtful lover. When he placed his hands on her cheeks and pulled her in for a kiss, she thought she’d melt, while Matt brought out the fun parts of sex, talking dirty and making her laugh. It was the ideal combination.

She agreed with Matt’s sentiment wholeheartedly. “Best night ever.”

Bridget tiptoed down the hallway the next morning. It was well after six a.m., but neither man had stirred. She was wearing Mark’s sweatshirt and Matt’s boxers that she’d snatched from the floor. She grinned as she recalled the night. She should be back in bed, sleeping like the dead as well, after the workout the twins gave her. Instead, she was wide awake and giddy.

Walking into the kitchen, she opened the refrigerator, searching for ingredients. She wanted to surprise the guys with a big breakfast. Pulling out eggs and a package of bacon, she put them on the counter, then grabbed the coffeepot and headed for the sink.

She’d just started to hum, a sure sign she was out of her mind with joy, when she heard a light tap on the back door. Looking over, she saw Rodney waving to her frantically.

Her good mood vanished in an instant. His face betrayed that his news wasn’t good. She opened the door and instantly shivered as a burst of cold air struck her.

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