Double Her Fantasy (12 page)

Trey kissed her neck as Garret gripped her hair in his fist and slid his cock along her ass crack, groaning with each thrust.

“I need you now.” Her mouth watered as contractions rippled through her core.

“Sweetheart.” Her cowboy licked a trail up her neck and nibbled on her earlobe. “I’m going to lay on the bed. You crawl on top of me.”

“Okay.” She would be the student tonight.

He sat then eased back, his feet still on the floor. He took her hands and pulled her closer.

She kneeled over him on the bed, one leg on each side of his hips.

“Megan.” His hands spanned her waist. “If anything doesn’t feel right, you tell us.”

“Should she have a safeword?” Garret growled from close behind her. The snap of the lubricant bottle opening made her heart beat a little faster.

“How about ‘stop’?” she teased. “Safe enough?”

Trey chuckled. “Works for me.” He waited a beat. “Garret? You there?”

He rubbed circles on her ass cheek. “Yep. Stop means stop.” His fingers slid between her cheeks. “Right now, baby, I’m ready for go.”

Her cowboy placed her palms on his hard pecs and stared between her legs. “Move up just a couple inches until you feel my cock at your pussy.”

She did, and the touch of his blunt head against her swollen lips made her body shimmy with delight. Hot drips of her cream eased along her labia and down the insides of her thighs.

Garret kissed her spine, then lower, trailing his tongue into her butt crack and down to her anal opening. As he licked her puckered hole, sparks of pleasure rained through her core and zinged up her back.

Her brain fogged and all she could think of was her men’s touch, their sensual demands. Her eyes closed and her head dropped forward, her hair forming a curtain that puddled on Trey’s chest.

Replacing his tongue with a fingertip, Garret dropped cool lube at her anus and circled his finger around her tight hole. “Your sweet little rosebud. Fuck. I want to pop the head of my cock inside you and let you tighten so hard, I come right then.”

Her ass cheeks clenched as a burst of heat scalded her from the inside out. “Take me, Garret.”

He groaned and slid in a fingertip. “Tight. So perfect.” After a moment, he slid another fingertip in and pushed both digits in a few inches.

Her back arched, inviting him in further, sliding Trey’s cock head inside her slit.

“Can’t wait.” Garret’s voice came low and rough. Easing his fingers from her, he pressed his shaft to her hole and dripped more lube onto her. With increasing pressure, he slid his cock into her anus until the head popped through the tight ring of muscle.

The stretching sent a twinge of pain and a blast of pleasure up her spine into her foggy mind. “Feels so good.” She tightened her anal muscles around him.

Garret shouted and eased his cock in and out in tiny movements, the ridge of his head catching on the inside of her opening, tugging deliciously on her sensitive flesh.

“Sweetheart.” Trey’s voice sounded as if it were far away.

“Mmmhmm?” She lifted her head and opened her eyes.

He caught her hair and smoothed it to one side. “Your turn to do the work.”

“Hmm?” Everything inside her was murky and hot. “What?”

“Slide down onto my cock, onto Garret’s cock. Go as slowly as you need to.”

Garret grabbed her hips, his hands holding on tightly. His little movements in her ass were growing more urgent. “Goddamn, Trey,” he growled. “Let her go as fast as she wants.”

“Megan.” Trey looked deep into her eyes. “Take us inside you.” His irises were nearly black, his breathing heavy and fast. “Fuck us both, sweetheart.”

Closing her eyes to experience every sensation of her body, she eased back slowly. Trey’s cock slid into her slippery cunt, filling her, spreading her slit. Garret’s lubed shaft pressed into her, the sting of his stretching her melding with the intense pleasure of his packing her full of his thick cock. She rode them faster, eager to know the sensation of taking two huge erections into her body.

Trey shook under her. “So damn good. Don’t stop. Take it all.”

“I wanna be buried up to my balls in you, baby.” Garret ran his hands from her hips down her thighs.

With a wild shiver, she pushed all the way back, filling herself completely with both hard shafts. The fullness overtook her and waves of pleasure rolled from her ass, from her cunt, heating her as it grew in her, up her spine to burst into her brain and send her crying out in breathless, exquisite sobs.

Four hands grabbed her hips as her men guided her body upward to the tips of their cocks.

“More. Harder,” she demanded.

They gave her what she needed. Pumping up into her pussy, Trey rode her slick, musky glove. Garret slid deep in her ass, keeping rhythm with his brother, his grunts sounding like pleasured curses.

In counterpoint to their thrusts, she worked her body on them, pressing down, pulling back, intensifying the ride by moving faster, taking them deep with hard pulses of her hips.

“You got it, baby,” Garret moaned. “Make us come. Fuck the cum out of us.”

Trey slid one hand to her breast, tugging on her nipple. “Come with us. Let go and we’ll follow you.” His voice was strained, as if holding on to a thin thread of control.

Garret’s fingers dropped from her hip to her sensitive clit. Pinching gently, he tugged and twirled until her body shook, a shattering climax stealing over her.

“Yes, yes!” she shouted, as her mind blew into millions of tiny shards, her cunt contracted so hard she nearly squeezed Trey’s shaft out of her.

“Aw, fuck!” Trey yelled, his fingers plucking her nipple, his hand on her hip pushing her down onto his pistoning hips.

Spikes of pleasure raced to every nerve ending as her orgasm intensified, blasting through her, her nipple and clit blazed under her men’s fingertips, her core shuddering as the pressure of two cocks set her tingling with contractions that eclipsed anything she’d ever felt before.

Trey pumped into her, fast and stiff, moaning with his orgasm. Behind her, Garret let himself fly with them and shouted with each manic pump into her anus. Her arms shook as her body reconnected with her mind as the hum of an aftershock from her amazing orgasm took her breath away and melted her muscles.

Both men pumped their last, slow thrusts into her, their breaths chugging in and out as fast as hers was.

“Wow. That was epic,” Trey said, easing her arms up over his head as he flattened her against his chest, his cock still buried inside her.

Garret straightened her legs along his brother’s thighs then pressed his chest against her back, sandwiching her between her sweaty, musky, too-sexy men.

In one movement, they rolled to their sides, all three of them still pressed close together, still linked inside her. Trey rested his head on her arm and flung a leg over them all. Garret wrapped an arm around them, keeping them close. She loved that despite her men not touching each other during sex, they shared this afterglow with her, all three of them so intimately close.

After long moments, their breathing returned to normal, heartbeats slowed, and their bodies cooled. Trey kissed her, gentle presses of his lips and Garret nibbled on her shoulder. She could stay like this forever. She’d miss these guys so much. A sob made her suck in her breath. She squeezed her eyes shut to keep in the tears that formed.

“What is it, sweetheart?” Trey brushed back her hair from her face.

Garret lifted up on one arm. “Megan? Talk to us.”

She shook her head. “It was just so good. I’m feeling emotional.” Her voice shook.

Her movie star lightly slapped her ass. “That’s what I like to hear.” He slid his cock out of her and rolled away.

Trey tipped her chin up. “Look at me.”

She did as he commanded, her eyes blurry from the pain of imminent separation.

“It doesn’t have to end.” Trey pulled his shaft out of her sensitive slit.

She felt…empty. She turned onto her stomach and buried her face in her hands. “I wish we had more time.” Despite her strong-willed intentions, a sniffle escaped her.

Garret’s hand stroked down her back. “We can have all the time you want, baby.”

“A few more hours?” That would have to be enough for her. “Okay. Sorry for the melt down.” She firmed her resolve and pushed up on her elbows.

“No.” Trey laid down, his face close to hers. “We want more.”

Garret laid on his back on her other side, grinning. “You’re not getting away from us.”

She shook her head, trying to understand through her afterglow-buzzed brain. “What are you saying?”

“Come to Texas.” Trey’s eyes held the most sincere emotion she’d ever seen.

Her heart skittered as excitement ranged through her. “Texas?”

“Yep. It’s a state, here in the USA.” Garret grinned.

She shot him a wry look. “I’ve heard of it. Little place that used to be in Mexico, right?”

Trey laughed. “Whoa, there, little filly. Them words could rightly get you permanently banned from the great state of Texas.”

“Run out on a rail, baby,” Garret added with a slap on her ass.

She couldn’t get her head around what they were asking, as if she’d heard wrong. “You want me to visit you at your ranch?”

The men exchanged a glance.

“We’ll call it a visit, for now.” Trey lifted up, braced his head on his hand. “A chance for us to get better acquainted. See what’s in our future.”

Garret toyed with a lock of her hair. “I’m done here in a week and a half. I’ll rent a plane and head up to Canada for you.”

Rent a plane. Pick her up. The three of them on the Silver Spur. And it was more than a visit. It could turn out to be more. Much more. Could she leave the safety of her remote home? She frowned. Would she be too vulnerable to exposure?

“Sweetheart?” Trey traced his fingertips down her spine. “Are you worried about security? About your stalker?”

Nodding, she looked at Garret. “Paparazzi don’t respect property lines.”

“No one has ever breached the ranch’s security.” Garret looked at Trey. “Hell, the driveway to the house is over a mile long. Airspace is even radar patrolled. No one gets anywhere near us.”

“No one ever
has.”
She picked at the fabric of the quilt. “But that doesn’t mean they won’t in the future.”

“There’s something else.” Garret looked at Trey, then back at Megan. “I’m holding off on taking another movie contract.”

Megan’s gaze shot to his. His expression was sincere, determined.

After a silent moment, Trey exhaled. “When did you make that decision? I’ve been asking you to spend more time on the ranch for years.”

“I’ve been considering it…for years.” Garret brushed his knuckles across Megan’s cheek. “Hasn’t been much incentive to give it a try until now.”

Her heart swelled and her breath came in stutters. He’d do that? For her?

“Filming for months at a time, broken bones, ducking photographers, putting up with diva leading ladies and jackass directors.” Garret grinned. “Wouldn’t be too hard to give it up completely.”

“Damn. That’d be great.” Trey’s voice came deep, tinged with emotion.

“How about you, Megan?” Garret’s eyes narrowed. “Could you hang around a big old ranch with an anal-retentive cowboy and a washed-up movie star?

She bit the inside of her cheek to curb the flutter of tearful emotion trying to escape her chest. “I’d love to.”

Garret stroked his fingertips along her jaw. “We’d love to have you.” His brow furrowed and his gaze searched her face then locked with her eyes. His look told her what he wasn’t ready to. There was a strong pull between them, maybe even the beginning of love.

She turned to Trey. His eyes held the same longing, the same intensity. “We’ll take care of you, Megan. I promise you’ll be safe with us on the Silver Spur.”

Megan dropped her head for a moment. She’d found something so special, so unique, she’d never be able to let it go. Never let them go. The McGatlin brothers’ double seduction filled her body with twice the pleasure, and her heart with twice the love.

She flipped onto her back and stretched her arms over her head. “Show me that wicked move one more time, and I’m yours.”

Her men moved in and said in stereo, “Megan.”

About the Author

When Randi Alexander is not dreaming of, or writing about, kinky cowboys, she’s biking trails along remote rivers, snorkeling the Gulf of Mexico, or practicing her drumming in hopes of someday forming a tropical-rock band.

Romance novels have been Randi’s hideout since she was a teen. The chance to imagine herself as the strong but vulnerable heroine, and the guarantee of a “Happily Ever After” ending, have always been irresistible.

Erotic romance is her newest passion. It still lets her live the heroine’s life and gives her a lovely ending, but also allows her to witness the attraction between the characters as they explore physical love. She hopes her writing sweeps you away and grants you pleasant dreams of all your fantasies coming true.

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Her Cowboy Stud

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Randi Alexander

Trace McGonagall’s quiet life on his Houston stud ranch is shaken up when gorgeous Macy Veralta arrives to claim an inheritance left to her in his uncle’s will. Trace sees her as just another gold digger, but he also can’t resist her curvy body. When she hints at being the perfect submissive to his Dom, he has to have her.

Macy wouldn’t have been three months late to claim her inheritance if she’d known Trace was sin in jeans. The cowboy’s dominant bearing and the smoldering glint in his eyes send shivers to her toes and stirs images of being bound in his bed and disciplined at his hand. But could Trace’s perfect seduction be part of his plan to reclaim her inheritance?

Chapter One

The evening sun eased close to the horizon when Macy Veralta stepped out of her rental car onto the packed dirt driveway in front of a big old rambling ranch house. Its long, covered porch held a cozy grouping of wicker furniture on one end and a charming porch swing on the other. She took it all in.