Page 34 of Hooking Up

She was back to the vanishing act. Neither of them had laid eyes on her since their night in her trailer. After checking in onher horse, they’d found it in relatively good shape. But no Bella around.

Quint issued a steady sigh through his nose then began to recoil his rope. His second throw missed its mark too. “She’ll come back. She just needs some time to work it out in her mind. Just like a strong-willed horse. You take a little then give them some lead.”

“She needs to run wild for a bit, is that what you’re saying?”

“Yeah.” Quint raked his gaze over Carter’s body, landing on his bulging fly. “You thinking about her?”

“And more.”

Quint’s jaw was dark with a five o’clock shadow, inviting a heat to settle in Carter’s balls. He liked this new extension of their relationship. Maybe it was time to take things solo, without Bella’s presence.

Stepping up, he caught Quint’s forearm, stopping him from throwing the lasso again. When he angled his head, his lover did the same. Their mouths came together in a rough kiss. Teeth and tongues added a dash of heat. And when they ground their cocks together, a low whistle sounded.

A flush heated Carter as he jerked away. Feminine laughter sounded, and together they turned to see the prettiest little cowgirl in the world leaning against the fence. Her hair was in a messy rope over one shoulder, her breasts pushed out as she draped her arms over the top rail.

“I see I started something between you.”

They broke apart and Quint wrapped the rope he still held. They moved toward her.

A quiver of some emotion passed over her face. Part excitement, part trepidation? Carter couldn’t tell, but he was certain about one thing. By the time they were finished with her, she’d forget the worry part.

“What brings you to this side of the arena, darlin’?” Quint drawled.

She tried to sidestep, but Carter hemmed her in against the fence while Quint used the rope to bind her hands to the fence rail.

Fire glinted in her eyes, making them a stormier gray than usual. The freckles on her nose stood out beneath her flush.

“Just passing through,” she said.

“Uh-huh. Looking for a good hard fuck, I say.” Carter ripped open her top. Buttons flew every direction. Back in one of the stables, a horse whinnied.

Bella’s eyes widened. “What am I going to wear out of here?”

“My shirt. We can’t let anybody see these beautiful breasts but us. You’re ours, Bella,” Carter said.

Her head fell back at his words, and he realized how affected she was by him. By both of them.

Quint sucked her nipple through the cloth of her bra while teasing her other nipple with his fingers. Small, squeaking noises escaped her—gasoline to Carter’s fire. He captured her braid in his fist, yanked her head back and kissed her.

For long minutes nobody surfaced. But when they did, he and Quint exchanged a knowing look. If she wanted to watch, they’d give her a damn good show. After all, they were professionals in the area of entertainment.

Carter released her and turned to Quint. They fell on each other. Rough hands, bruising kisses. Teeth grazing necks. When Carter flipped his lover’s belt open and opened his fly, Bella moaned.

“Aren’t you going to untie me so I can join in?” she whimpered, chest rising and falling.

“Not yet. You need to see what keeps bringing you back.” Quint reached into his boxers and pulled his thick cock free.Without hesitation, Carter did the same. His swollen head was beaded with pre-come.

Using a hand on his nape, Quint dragged Carter close until their bodies bumped. Carter wrapped his fingers around both of their thick shafts and pumped.

Bella moaned and strained at her bindings. Quint’s mouth was scorching as he kissed a path over Carter’s chest. Then he dragged his beard upward until their lips collided in a crash of epic proportions.

“Oh God,” Bella murmured. There was a violent creak of the fence, and then she was free somehow. Carter barely had a chance to chuckle at the fact Quint had tied a half-assed rope so she could free herself and join in.

They opened their arms for her, but she dropped to her knees and parted her lips for their cocks. A growl of pleasure rushed up from the depths of Carter’s being as they took turns sinking their cocks into her sweet, hot mouth. A glow coated her skin, and he wanted nothing more than to strip her and bend her over the fence.

But he was too close. Quint too. Their breathing was fraught with need. Bella’s little whimpers didn’t help. When she opened her jaws wide and took them at the same time, her cheeks bulging with their cocks, he couldn’t hold back another second.

Come rushed up from his balls. Spurts jetted from him, and Quint’s primal groan let him know he was coming too. Bella tipped her head back to take them further. Gripping his cock at the base, Carter pulled free and finished on the crests of her round breasts. Painting her, marking her as his.

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