Hard Ridin' (14 page)

Her moist folds bathed his tongue. Though he’d just had a huge finish, his cock twitched to life once more. Driving his tongue deep into her entrance, he used his fingers to part her ass cheeks.

Skimming a fingertip down the seam and past her secret spot, he registered her primal moan.

He found her button once again and applied more pressure with his tongue, forcing back the hood covering her core and teasing her very bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, Jens!” She thrashed, and he barely held on to her with one hand. But now he knew exactly how to make her sit still.

Using his fingertip, he pressed on her netherhole again.

She drew a hitching sigh and stopped breathing. He worked over her sweet pussy with quick strokes at the same time he circled her opening. Shuddering, she pressed her ass back, seeking more of his intimate touch.

He paused to lick a finger, and then stroked her ass again, learning each ridge. The first contractions started against his tongue as her release claimed her.

“Ohhhh!” Her harsh cry filled the air. She rocked violently. And that instant, he buried his finger to the first knuckle into her tight hole. Heavy pulsations of her orgasm tore up his arm and juices wet his tongue. He continued to draw out her release, raising more cries.

When she finally collapsed forward, he withdrew his finger and brought his hands to her waist. He lifted her bodily and laid her alongside him. Her hair was tousled, her breathing ragged and her eyes bright with tears.

“Oh, darlin’.” He kissed her softly. “Was it that bad?”

She shook her head, brushing her nose against his. “To say it was earth-shattering is an understatement. Mr. Patience,” she added.

He chuckled and tucked her close to his body. God, was there ever a woman who fit him this well? The answer was a resounding no.

At the moment, it seemed they were the only two people in the universe, drifting in an afterglow of love and sexual pleasure. He itched not only to give her the hat he’d purchased, but to get the old Ford up and running as swiftly as possible. But snuggling in bed with her was too good, and he was too tired to move.

He wanted to give her everything. Every possessive bone in his body ached to claim her. She was the missing piece in his life.

Trouble was, she seemed to fit Holden too.

Holden leaned against the counter and repeatedly rasped his knuckles over his jaw while he waited for the coffee maker to sputter to a stop. The aroma was mouth-watering—the quality of the coffee so much better at home than on the fishing boat,
Cure the Blues
.

To the crew he’d fished with, “curing the blues” meant searching for the biggest net of fish. But for Holden, he’d truly started living again once he stepped off the boat. Knowing he’d soon be with Laurel had eliminated any melancholy he’d felt the past months.

He’d never expected to be fighting for her in this way.

Why hadn’t he demanded to have nights with her?

Shooting another glance at the wall clock, Holden yanked the full coffee pot out before the liquid was finished trickling out. He filled his mug and then slammed the pot back into place.

Jens had more time alone with her than Holden did. During the day, Holden was so busy working the farm, he could barely find a minute to show Laurel how important she was to him. And after his fuck-up of not communicating in the past, he was determined to show her now.

Gingerly, he took a sip of the scalding coffee. His stomach rumbled, but he didn’t have the energy to make a big breakfast. He’d have to settle for toast and hope that Laurel cooked a nice lunch again.

The drone of Jens’s truck engine grated on Holden’s last nerve when the man finally arrived home. Holden pivoted to face the door, raring for a fight even before dawn.

He took another sip of coffee, enjoying the burn all the way to his stomach. When the screen door squeaked, he set down his cup and clenched his fists.

A dark, shining head popped through the door, and Holden started. “Laurel.”

She met his gaze with a sleepy smile. His stomach knotted. Damn, if only he could see that smile every day when he woke up. Why did Jens get that privilege? Stupid coin.

She padded through the entryway and right into Holden’s embrace. He flexed his arms around her and lifted her off her feet. Giving a little squeal, she snaked her arms behind his neck and held on, all soft, curvaceous woman. A woman who’d just crawled from a bed she shared with Jens.

Holden noted the scuff of a boot on the floor and looked up. Jens stood in the doorway, watching them. Some strange emotion lived on his face. It twisted his mouth and made his eyes spark, but Holden had no idea what might be going on in Jens’s mind.

At this moment, he didn’t care.

“What are you doing here so early, baby?” he murmured against Laurel’s hair.

Jens continued to gaze at them, and his expression turned thoughtful.

“I wanted to come up with Jens.” She withdrew slightly from Holden’s arms and twisted to face Jens.

Electricity charged the room as Laurel and Jens gazed at each other. Though Holden couldn’t see her expression, he saw Jens’s, and it was enough to tell him that something had changed between those two. A cord had shortened between them. In fact, it was so tightly knotted, they seemed to sway toward each other.

Laurel gave a broken sigh.

That’s it.

Holden grasped Laurel around the waist and plucked her off her feet, breaking the link between her and Jens.

The bell of her laugh sounded as Holden bore her off to his room. Let Jens do the work today. It was time for Holden to play.

As he carried Laurel up the stairs, he drew her scents deeply into his head. Too well he remembered the sweet muskiness of her when she awakened. Those months he’d spent loving her—without Jens—Holden had religiously buried his nose against her throat and inhaled that scent.

Only now a darker, earthier smell rode on her skin. Jens. The man had navigated her body how many times last night? If it was once, it was too fucking many, in Holden’s opinion.

Determination burned in his gut, along with the coffee and hunger.

“Babe, you’ve got work to do. The chores—”

“They can wait.” He kicked open his bedroom door and strode across the room with her. His bed was unmade, ready to receive her.

And God, was she willing. The instant he covered her with his body, she turned to liquid. Planting his mouth over hers, he tasted toothpaste and a hint of sugar, as if she’d had soda upon waking.

Dammit, she also tasted like Jens.

Fueled by the need to possess her, to claim her and mark her with his own scent, Holden slanted his mouth over hers and drank from her deeply. Each slippery flip of her tongue ignited his need. His heart drummed in time to the chant in his head—
mine, mine, mine.

Tearing from the kiss, he mouthed his way down the column of her throat while she toed off her boots. Damn, her sexy neck always unhinged him. Last night, he’d dreamed about worshipping it with his tongue, and then spurting his seed all over her glorious tits.

Since they’d had the “oops” of going bareback earlier, he’d never return. Feeling her scorching walls hugging his cock was too good.

And he suspected she didn’t let Jens join with her this way.

Holden inched up her top and sucked her nipples through the cloth of her bra until she writhed. As he worked her pearls into tight peaks, he opened her jeans. In two swift tugs, he had the denim around her ankles. Using his foot, he shoved the garment off.

Christ, she was wearing the white cotton panties he adored. No way was he going to be able to move slowly. And that would be a damn shame. In the past week, too many couplings had been hurried, frenzied, impassioned. He wanted to always go slowly, but she just drove him so crazy.

He dove between her thighs and placed his open mouth over her pussy and the white panties. Her heady musk reached him.

She dug her nails into his shoulders. “Holden…”

The tension in her voice made him raise his head. Meeting her gaze, he saw longing and worry in her eyes.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“Jens…” She squirmed under his gaze, and her expression revealed too much.

Fuck. Holden wasn’t the only one who was allowed to go bareback.

His heart somersaulted and hit the ground with a thud, just as if he’d fallen from a horse while galloping at full speed.

He knew what she was trying to tell him, but goddamn if Holden was going to let it stop him. “I don’t care. Let me do this.”

A spark lit her espresso eyes as Holden edged her panties down her round hips. He dropped them to the floor and parted her golden thighs. Her pussy glistened with want, the ripe folds barely concealing her swollen clit.

“Holden…”

“I want to do this,” he said a split second before he drove his tongue into her pussy.

Flavors burst on his tongue—Laurel’s special honey and that earthiness that was Jens. The combination swirled within Holden’s head, dizzying him. For a moment, he fell still, mouth open over her sex in an intimate kiss.

“Oh my God.” Her whisper sent him out of control.

He licked her from top to bottom, gathering all her body’s juices and gulping them down. She bucked, grinding her pussy into his tongue. More squeezed from her folds, and he caught them with a groan.

“Fuck,” she gasped, twisting her fingers in his hair and guiding him. He lashed her clit with his tongue, driving her higher. When he felt her pussy tighten, he flicked his tongue into her sweet entrance once again. More cream flooded his tongue.

His cock pulsated, harder than it had ever been. Licking her pussy this way, taking her regardless of Jens’s presence within her, was an aphrodisiac. Oysters, chocolate, red wine. Fuck that. He had this—Laurel’s body filled with a brand new flavor.

Christ, what was he doing?

The faint thought flitted through the back of his mind, but he couldn’t stop himself. He was driving Laurel wilder than he’d ever seen her. That had to count for something.

She shuddered, her thigh muscles jumping, belly dipping. A pink flush stole over her skin.

Holden sucked on her hardened clit, watching her face as bliss claimed her.

“I’m…coming!” Her whole body grew rigid. Then suddenly she drove her pussy against his face relentlessly. He captured her hips and held her as her sex contracted on his tongue. Juices dripped down his chin—drops wasted. Pre-come oozed from his cock.

As her muscles began to loosen, Holden lapped at her more slowly. Using the point of his tongue, he caught every drop squeezing from her folds. He was beyond thinking about what he’d just done—what he was still doing. Jens’s come mixed with hers was too good. He wanted more.

Twitching, Laurel gripped Holden’s jaw and drew his face up to meet his gaze. Understanding flashed between them, along with a new sizzle that he’d witnessed between her and Jens in the kitchen.

Holden had just gained some ground, but through a shocking means. Laurel had been out of her head with passion at the fact that Holden was eating her out after Jens had obviously come inside her.

“Come up here, Holden. Get inside me. It’s your turn to fill me up,” she said in a raspy voice.

As he guided his cock into her slippery channel, he realized it was the closest they’d probably come to admitting how fucking hot it was that they’d brought Jens into bed with them, and the man didn’t even know it.

Chapter Eight

“Laurel, grab that front leg and hold tight.” Jens delivered the order through clenched teeth. A bead of sweat appeared beneath the brim of his hat and zigzagged down the side of his face.

She crowded into the barn stall with Jens and the thousand-pound Holstein. The thick, brown hide of the cow shivered, and it shifted when she wrapped her fingers around the leg. “How the hell am I supposed to hold it if it moves? It’s like holding on to a Volkswagen.”

Jens gave a huff of laughter and swiftly used an antiseptic wash on a wound near its hoof. “Old Annie’s a good girl. She’ll hold still for you while I clean out this cut. It’s looking a bit irritated. If I don’t get it properly cleaned, I’ll have to call in a farm vet from up north, and that will be a big cut into the expenses.”

Expenses that were bigger now that Jens and Holden were invested in Laurel’s farm. She firmly held the cow’s leg, but the animal was strong and the exertion made Laurel’s muscles tremble.

Jens leaned over the leg and examined the cut. “Damned broken fence. I’ll have to get up there on the top twenty and fix it today.” He shot Laurel a sideways glance.

“Sounds good, I guess.” Her voice wavered at the thought of what went on with Holden this morning. When he’d gone down on her, knowing that she had traces of Jens on her, she’d nearly come unglued then and there. Watching Holden’s tongue moving over her folds, which were slick with her and Jens’s juices, was the hottest thing she’d ever experienced with him.

“You doin’ okay?” Jens caught her gaze, obviously sensing her discomposure.

“Mm-hmm.” How to tell him she was pulsating again because his best friend had licked Jens’s come from her? It was taboo—and so fucking perfect. For the first time since she’d agreed to this strange arrangement, she didn’t feel torn, but united.