Hard Ridin' (19 page)

“Get inside me, Jens. Please.”

Holden reached out and popped open Jens’s belt buckle. The leather zinged through the belt loops, sending spears of want through Jens’s groin. Feeling his friend remove his belt was one of the most erotic moments he’d ever known.

Laurel tugged off Jens’s T-shirt while Jens kicked off his jeans and boots. “While I fuck you, Holden’s going to stretch that pretty mouth of yours.”

“Yes!” She hooked a leg around Jens and jerked his naked body toward her. His cock had a will of its own, thrusting home with one solid jerk.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Holden said as he tore off his clothes. He stood at the side of the bed, his cock bobbing over Laurel’s eager lips.

Jens slowed his pace, wanting this to last, to draw out the ecstasy of gliding into her scorching, wet pussy while she mouthed his best friend’s balls. Each lap of her pink tongue on Holden’s cock and balls was felt in Jens’s body too.

Laurel’s eyes glowed as she stared at Holden and then Jens. Her body rocked as if it had a mind of its own, undulating between both cocks. The first heat shot up from Jens’s balls.

“Shit—I can’t hold off!” He grasped Laurel’s hips and pounded into her swiftly. The flaming spurts rushed up his cock, and he poured his come into her body.

Tipping over the edge with him, Laurel moaned around Holden’s shaft. Jens’s world narrowed until he forgot about the farm and his troubles. Only he, Laurel and Holden existed right now.

As the last jets of come bathed Laurel’s walls, and her pussy gave one last quiver of release, Jens looked directly into Holden’s eyes. “Your turn.”

Holden’s mind reeled as he watched Jens’s slick cock slither free of Laurel’s tight body. His mouth fairly watered with the thought of going down on her now, of tasting Jens and her mingled flavors. But how would Jens react?

The man had been stunned by Holden’s kiss. Hell, he’d shocked himself. Before climbing into bed with the two people who meant the most to him in the world, Holden had never even entertained the idea of kissing another man, let alone his best friend.

But it had felt right and good, and Jens hadn’t shied away from him. He’d thrown himself headlong into the taboo moment.

Grinding his teeth against the urge to blow, Holden plunged his cock into Laurel’s sweet mouth once more and then withdrew. As he lay between her thighs, a ripple of surprise crossed Jens’s face.

“Like before,” Laurel whispered to Holden.

“Fuck, yeah.”

As Holden lowered his mouth to her freshly fucked pussy, he stared at Jens.
See what I do for her? What I do for all of us?

In one big bite, he covered her pussy with his mouth. For a moment, he drowned in the dizzying flavors.

I can’t go too fast.

He lifted his head and fingered her folds, pressing her sweet inner lips together and milking the come out of her. It oozed out of her drop by drop. Holden couldn’t tear his gaze away from the sight. His cock hardened a fraction more as he slipped his fingers over Jens’s juices.

“Holy shit, I’m hard again already.” Jens’s rough admission nearly sent Holden out of control.

Pressing Laurel’s legs into the air, he continued to stroke her, coaxing her cream out. She mewed as he stroked her clit. When he plunged a finger into her soaking entrance, she cried out.

When Holden removed his fingers, they were dripping. And he couldn’t take it anymore. He plunged his tongue into her pussy.

“Fffuck,” Jens said tightly. Holden flashed him a look and found him stroking his cock, the length veined and purple in his tanned hand.

The pressure mounted inside Holden until he thought he’d explode. Pre-come oozed from his cock and streamed to the bed. How he was able to retain control this long, he had no idea. He wouldn’t last much longer, though. The instant he felt Laurel’s slippery walls hugging him, he’d be a goner.

Jens fondled Laurel’s breasts as she raised her hips in time to Holden’s attentions. As he licked, lapped and swirled his tongue over her juicy pussy, he knew completion unlike any he’d ever known. The three of them were a unit—in the fields, in the bedroom and where it counted—in their hearts.

He reluctantly tore his mouth from her sex and surged up her body to poise at the quick of her. “I can’t wait another minute, darlin’. I’ve gotta have you.”

Driving into her tight heat, he nearly came there and then. One thrust, two…and suddenly her pussy clamped down on him tight, squeezing all control from him.

With a roar, he came. Somehow he found her mouth and drank from her long and deep, sharing all their flavors—his cock on her mouth and her and Jens’s essences on his lips and tongue.

As he slowly regained his senses, he realized Jens was holding them both, his big arms wrapped tightly around them.

Laurel’s breathing was a harsh rasp, slowing over time. Holden closed his eyes and drifted in a sea of after-bliss.

Finally, Jens broke the silence. “I believe we’re in for one wild ride.”

She hummed her agreement but was otherwise still.

“Our girl needs some rest, Holden, but I hope you’ve gained your strength because we’ve got organic seeds to sow,” Jens said.

Holden met his best friend’s gaze and a new link thrummed between them. Friends from the start, their differences healed, and now they were joined with Laurel…and each other.

Chapter Eleven

Laurel leaned against the porch post and stared across the fields. Green fields. Fields of her dreams. Her organic farm was well underway. The weather had been surprisingly helpful—warm temperatures interspersed with mild rainstorms. Hell, her melon plants were beginning to sprout curly vines and her strawberries had dainty, white flowers on them.

With a sigh of happiness, she brought her coffee mug to her lips. Her body still hummed from the past few weeks with her men. Last night, they’d made love well into the morning hours. Eventually, she’d fallen asleep squashed between them and awakened to the view of bulging muscles everywhere.

Thick, lightly furred thighs, rounded pecs, tight biceps. Damn, it was a wonder she hadn’t come just from the sight.

Jens and Holden had left her this morning, whispering that they’d be on the farm till noon, and for her to sleep in. Which she had with relish.

The tangy scent of growing things blew toward her on the breeze. She inhaled it and swished another sip of coffee around her mouth. When she left the hospital work, who knew she’d find such joy in finding these roots?

She reached up and nudged her cowgirl hat lower on her brow. A giggle bubbled up in her throat when she realized this gesture that both her lovers displayed had rubbed off on her. Affection blossomed in her soul. She was practically shitting unicorns and rainbows—that’s how happy she was.

The low hum of a motor reached her. She angled her body toward the drive and spotted a glint of metal. When the big pickup bounced over the ridge, she couldn’t stop the grin from stretching her lips. So her men couldn’t stay away till noon.

After setting her coffee mug down on the railing, she jumped the porch steps in her bare feet. Jens hopped out of the truck, but Holden started backing up toward the porch.

She drew up short. “What’s going on, cowboy?”

“Today I’m a moving man,” Jens said with a glint in his eye. “We’ve come to move your stuff to the big house. Holden has a king-sized bed we’ll share.”

Damn, a few words and her pussy was slick with want. Her nipples pebbled tightly.

Jens gripped her around the waist and plucked her right off her feet, bearing her back to the safety of the porch. “Whoa!” he called out, and Holden stopped the truck inches from the porch so the truck bed was aligned with the top step. Everything would be easily loaded by sliding it.

“Wait. What exactly are we moving? All my stuff isn’t going to fit in your house.”

Holden slammed the driver’s door. “Exactly. That’s why we’re armed with bags and boxes.” He carried a roll of black garbage bags under his arm, and Jens opened the tail gate and started unloading boxes onto the porch.

She eyed them suspiciously. “You had to have planned this.”

“’Course we did, darlin’. You don’t think we’d dream this up on a perfectly good morning? Hell, we talked about it while you were asleep.”

“We’ll start in the bedroom, shall we?” Jens asked. He disappeared inside, leaving Laurel to gape at his tight ass in his tighter jeans.

Holden caught her hand and towed her inside. “Time to purge, sweetheart.”

“P—” She practically choked on the word. They couldn’t possibly expect her to get rid of anything. She’d carefully packed it all up from her apartment and moved it here.

Holden stopped and cupped her face on one broad palm. His hazel eyes sparkled, the little golden flecks rays of her personal sun.

“You guys comin’?” Jens called from upstairs.

“I promise it won’t hurt—much,” Holden said. He grasped her fingers and hauled her upstairs.

She’d left the bedroom windows open and the breeze washed all through the house. As she neared the bedroom, she heard clanking and the rustling of plastic garbage bags.

Oh, hell, this isn’t going to be good.

Jens was knee-deep in a pile of shoes and clothing. When she and Holden entered, he tossed them a grin. “Time to pony up, Miss Laurel. If you can’t clean up this clutter, we’re here to help. Grab a box or bag and start loading.”

Holden caught a bag out of the air and released Laurel, so he could hold open the bag and field the things Jens was tossing at him.

A pair of ripped sneakers rifled past her head, one after the other. “Hey! I love those shoes—”

“And they’re ripped out. You have two other pairs that I know of.” Holden swallowed the shoes with his garbage bag.

“Do we need this?” Jens held a spatula between two fingers.

She busted up in laughter at the question on his face.

“What in hell are you into, naughty girl? No, Jens, we don’t need the kitchen tools. We’ll buy her some sex toys.”

“Gladly.” Jens lifted an eyebrow as he threw the spatula into the bag.

In minutes, Jens’s boots were visible, the pile all sorted between “keep” and “toss”. Laurel stood back and watched with awe.

“You know, Holden, we’re nowhere near tidy, but I think our girl’s got a problem. I think she’s”—he held up two empty shoe boxes—“a hoarder!”

She fought her smile, but her damned traitorous teeth kept appearing. She folded her arms and tried to look huffy, but with the playful banter between her lovers, how could she fight it?

Half an hour later, they had a path cleared to the closet door.

“I’m skeered as hell to open this, man.” Holden paused with his hand on the knob.

“You should be. I think there may be a family of immigrants hiding out in there.” Jens swept an arm through the air and eyed Laurel gravely. “Stand back!”

Her belly rolled with laughter as they opened the door and a pile of clothing tumbled out, hangers and all.

Jens whistled. “Lordy, we’ve got something worse than illegal aliens in here, McAlister. We’ve got dirty clothes!”

Holden scooped up a scrap of lace from the heap. A flush climbed her cheeks as she recognized a pair of forgotten panties. “Never seen these before. Pretty little things.” He slid them under his nose and sniffed. A fevered light appeared in his eyes. “Yep, I’d love to strip these off you.”

He threw them to Jens, who tossed them into an empty box. He dug a fat magic marker from his back pocket and uncapped it with his teeth. In big, blocky letters he wrote “wash me”, just as one would on the back of a dirty truck.

Was she as bad as a farmer now? The realization made her smile. Yes, she was. Because she
was
a farmer—and loved by two of them.

As the men she adored sorted through her belongings, she felt her cares lift. Life couldn’t get any more perfect.

Craning his neck all the way back, Jens gazed at the tall peak of the courthouse building. Inside this brick and mortar structure was the rightful deed to the Rope Burn Ranch. Robbie Breaker couldn’t possibly have it, as claimed. But Jens had exactly five days to prove the land belonged to him and Holden or else that document allegedly signed by Ransom would be unearthed by Robbie himself.

Then Jens and Holden would lose that acreage. Worse than that—they’d lose Laurel’s acreage—and possibly Laurel.

With a sick stomach, Jens mounted the stairs to the front doors. He’d called ahead and let the record keeper know he’d be arriving so she could pull some files. He’d been shocked to learn that the woman he’d once dated and whom he’d seen in town weeks before, Belinda, was in charge of the deeds.

He prayed the woman could keep his business quiet. Not even Holden knew about it, and the last thing he wanted was for Laurel to find out. A few nosy posies in town, and she’d find out the wrong way.

But that’s not going to happen. Because there’s nothing to get excited about. We own that land, fair and square.

His boot heels echoed in the empty corridor leading to the records room. When he reached the outer office, Belinda looked up from where she was seated at a metal desk. Her eyes lit immediately.