Page 14 of Save a Horse

“You want to take both of us at the same time? Mitch doesn’t mind sharing, neither do I. I’m more worried your pussy is too tight for that kind of play.”

“You mean both of you in—” My words are cut off with a deep thrust inside me.

I’m not entirely sure how I ended up tied up by this hot cowboy flicking his tongue against my nipple as he fucks me. I feel simultaneously used and adored, wanting him to take from me until I have nothing left to give.

“You’d look so fucking pretty as we fill you,” he replies, fucking me harder, but not faster. “But for now, you’re mine, sweetheart.” He drives into me without abandon, and I have nothing to hang on to. Thankfully, the cowboy is intuitive and pulls out long enough to flip me until my knees hit the mattress and I’m able to grip the headboard. “Hold on tight, baby.”

There’s no warning as he fucks me hard from behind. I should be thankful it wasn’t my ass, but my gratitude is cut short as he spanks me hard, then reaches to tug on my hair. I relish the sting, loving every second he’s ruining my pussy. It’s the only missing piece from being with Mitch, but Mitch’s gentle touch would make this experience that much more enjoyable.

Would they really allow me to live out the fantasy?

My mind wanders, imagining straddling Mitch while Jasper fucks my ass. The idea of the two of them is just that, a fantasy. In no world would I be so lucky that they would willingly share me. Mitch will be heartbroken when he finds out I fucked his friend, and even with Jasper saying he’d share, I can tell he hates that I was withMitch first.

But… What if?

I’m brought back to the present when Jasper manages through thrusts, “I need another from you, sweetheart.”

“I need more,” I admit, even if it’s not the full truth. His punishing thrusts have me close, but I’m missing Mitch.

Gripping my hips tighter, he fucks me harder and commands, “Fingers on your clit, baby. You don’t stop until you make that mess you were so eager to earlier.”

“My hands are tied,” I snap back.

“Oh, right, fuck!” The growly, commanding alpha male quickly becomes a doting, sweet, golden retriever in two seconds. He unties me and we crumple onto the bed with him still inside me. “I’m sorry if I got carried away.”

“No, damn it, I need all of it! Please?—”

Jasper tilts my chin and kisses me with fire I’ve never known. He slides his hand between my legs, hitches one over his, then plays with my clit, refusing to move inside me. “Come on my cock and I’ll keep fucking you.”

“Fuck me, and I’ll come on your cock,” I counter.

He sinks his teeth into my neck like a damn vampire right next to my tattoo. Sucking hard, he marks me with a bruise that likely won’t fade for a week. “Do as you’re told, or I’ll never tie you up again.” I ignore the implication that there will be a second time as he continues circling my clit, claiming my throat as his with a strong, calloused hand. In less than a minute, I unravel. It isn’t the fireworks of the first orgasm, but my whole body buzzes as I relax against him. “That’s right, just like that. You did so fucking well,sweetheart.” Thrusting hard and fast, he groans, “I need to fill you like he did.”

Their competition stabs me in the heart. I reach between us and grip his balls, making him wince. “Right now, I’m yours, Jasper. But if we’re ever together with him, you need to play nice.” I release them and he continues to drive into me, likely punishing me for fighting him on this.

I grip the back of his neck, keeping his lips on my neck as he fucks me harder until he finally comes, emptying himself inside me. It doesn’t matter how full I am, I want to be filled with both of them—I need Mitch. As Jasper and I catch our breath, my breasts are full, aching for Mitch’s mouth on me.

The need to have both of them at the same time fills every ounce of me with longing.

Falling for one man while in Coal’s is fucking stupid, considering emotional ties to two of them while I’m here is… Well, it’s fantastical.

Mitch

I’ve been gone longer than necessary. If Jasper knows what’s good for him, he’ll fuck Amy and as soon as we’re done saving his business, he’ll come to his senses—letting me share her. It doesn’t matter that I have more metal in my cock than he does, his swagger is unmatched. All it’ll take is a damn tip of his hat and she’ll fall to her knees for him, leaving me alone during what should be the happiest times of the year.

Except, Amy is leaving.

My cock alone won't be enough for her to stay, but what about two cocks?

I speed back to Jasper’s, and as I pull in, there’s an SUV driving away with no tree. My shoulders sag until I reach the front door. Closed sign. Fucking Jasper. I shake my head and laugh, unlocking the front entry and locking it once I’m inside. Amy’s moans can be heard from downstairs, and I can’t move fast enough. I drop the Santa suit by the register, then take the stairs two at a time.

Jasper’s door is wide open, but I wait outside, unsure what I’ll be walking in on. Amy cries out in pleasure, and the sound alone has me adjusting my tented jeans. There’s no way she’s touching herself without Jasper, confirmed when there’s a loud slap, followed with Jasper demanding, “One more, sweetheart.”

I can’t take it. Rushing through the door, I come to a halt at the sight of them. There’s a pile of red rope at the edge of the bed, and he’s positioned behind Amy, cock buried inside her. As she screams his name, I expect jealousy that doesn’t come.

Amy’s eyes meet mine, lips parted; she’s so fucking beautiful when she comes. Jasper buries his face in her neck, and with his trademark growl, attempts an apology. “It was an accident.”

“You slipped on ice and impaled her with your cock?” I laugh, taking a few steps closer. “There’s a reason I offered to leave. Our girl wants to be shared, but you needed to experience her tight cunt for yourself, first.” I tilt Amy’s chin and press a ghost of a kiss to her sweet lips. “Isn’t that right, Aces?”

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