Page 58 of The Hardest Part

Because I’ve got to ruin this pretty little pussy, baby. Stretch it wide and fuck you hard.

It was his duty to prepare her body to take them inside her someday. Emily wasn’t the only one who dreamt of them fucking her together. He and his brother dreamt of it, too. They spoke of it often. Many a night, they jerked themselves off, imagining what it would feel like with their dicks side by side in her pussy, especially now that Billy couldn’t touch her.

“Never.” Emily rode his fingers and, bearing down, she took him in deeper. “It’ll never be too much.”

And it’ll never be enough.

Not until his brother was free to love her with him.

He fucked her hard for them both, telling her how they couldn’t wait to stuff their cocks together into her tight littlehole. How he watched his brother beat his dick, blowing like a freight train, every time they talked about it.

“Oh, Jesus. Fuck.”

Jake watched the cum spray out of her. Holding her lips open, he slapped her clit over and over again. And she kept on coming.

He pushed his fingers back inside her. “Again?”

“Yes, please.” She widened her stance. “And this time, fuck me even harder.”

This. Girl.

He and his brother were so incredibly favored. No one on this earth could love them better than their wild and beautiful Emily. And no one would love her better than them.

A few weeks later, he and his brother watched Emily in Miss Lilly’s lavender dress as she preceded Arien down the aisle to meet Kellan and Tanner at the stones. Jake glanced at Billy. He gave his hand a squeeze. Neither one of them had to say it. In their mind’s eye, they saw her as a vision wearing white.

Happy to be out of school, Billy got in his truck and headed up to the ranch. The upperclassmen were excused from classes during calving season in spring and for the cattle roundups in fall. They had extra homework to make up for it, though. He’d do everything from home if they’d let him. Without Emily, Griffin, and Shiloh around, the place just wasn’t the same.

The horses were his sanctuary.

Building the house kept him sane.

They were making decent progress. Now that the plumbing, electrical, and ductwork were in, he and Jake had to get going on the insulation. The drywall was set to be delivered next week.

His back to him, Tanner stood at the crossties with Airdrie. The Friesian mare, happy to see him, whinnied a greeting as soon as he came inside. Horses are always communicating. From ear positions to tail swishes, every movement and sound told him what a horse was feeling.

“That you, Billy?”

“Expectin’ someone else?”

“Never know around here.” Tanner let out a chuff, methodically rubbing the currycomb in a circular motion. “Hand me that brush, would ya?”

“How you doin’, Airdrie?” Heavy with foal, Billy ran his hand along her flank.

“Our girl’s just fine.” He gave the horse a pat on the rump, then looked his way. “How’re you doin’?”

“I’m all right.”

“You sure about that?” Tanner slowly tipped his head to the side as if studying him. “You’re lookin’ a little bit…mopey.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Billy tossed him a dandy brush and changed the subject. “The boys still headin’ back in today?”

“That’s what Kellan said.” And with a bob of his chin, Tanner returned to his grooming. “We best get ready for ‘em.”

Two dozen horses were coming in. Billy went right to it, preparing to untack and care for them. Sweat dripping off his brow, he filled hay bins and water troughs in the pasture where he and Tanner would turn them out to rest and recover once they checked them over. Chasing cows down a mountain for three nights and days, he knew there’d be cuts, abrasions, and wounds to treat. Hooves that needed trimming. He assembled the supplies, ready for that, too.

The only thing left to do now was wait. Fuck, how he’d come to hate the word.

Billy needed to be doing something. Anything. Everything was fine as long as his hands were busy and his mind had a task to focus on. The more laborious, the better, too, so at the end of the day, he could pass out in his bed and dream a dreamless sleep. His days and nights ticked by faster. The waiting was easier that way.

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