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Authors: Em Petrova

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Laurel looked from one to the other as she stroked both cocks. Jens locked his gaze on her pretty mouth, imagining her lips opening to receive him.

“Take us both in your mouth, Laurel.”

A shiver coursed through her and gooseflesh coated her skin. Flashing her gaze at them, she opened her mouth wide. Jens pushed forward. When she tasted the slit of his cock, collecting his juices, he ground his teeth against the need to explode.

Holden inched forward too, until his cock was aligned with Jens’s. Their swollen heads rubbed together as they simultaneously entered Laurel’s hot mouth.

“Oh my God.” Holden sank his fingers into Jens’s ass.

Laurel swirled her tongue over their invasion and opened wider. They pushed inside, barely able to sink past the heads for their combined girth.

“Sweetheart, you’re so gorgeous.” Jens caressed her jaw and threaded his fingers into her hair. She closed her eyes and sucked on them. The dark fringe of her lashes lay against her tanned cheeks, accentuating her beauty.

Holden pressed on Jens’s ass and brought their cocks deeper into her mouth. “This image is branded on my soul,” he gasped.

Jens felt the same way. When he was old and gray, this moment would flash through his mind at the last.

He cupped his balls and kneaded them, fighting back the come that threatened to spurt out. Unable to stand it another minute, he withdrew. Then falling into bed, he exchanged a tongue-dueling kiss with Laurel.

“Take Holden in your mouth,” she murmured against his lips.

“I intend to.” His cock grew another fraction.

“Shit, Jens. Do it. Now.” Holden angled his cock toward Jens’s mouth. He stared at the purple tip, mouth watering. Then he wrapped his lips around him and drew his friend’s length onto his tongue.

Flavors burst in Jens’s head, of Laurel’s kiss and Holden’s leaking cock. The salty-sweetness fanned the flames of need and he groaned around the pulsating flesh.

Holden grasped his head and pulled him in, forcing him to take his cock into the back of his throat. Jens took it all, exerting the pressure he craved from a blow job, as well as employing the techniques he loved.

When Holden was straining, jaw clenched, Jens released him.

Laurel’s gaze was heated, her ripe lips open. “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“I’m not done with him. I want to taste his come.” Rolling atop Laurel, Jens poised at her scalding pussy. Then in one solid thrust, he joined them.

She cried out and wrapped her legs around his hips, riding him, hips rising and falling.

“Come here,” Jens said raggedly, motioning to Holden.

Kneeling on the bed, Holden waved his cock before Jens’s face. He rubbed the tip on his lips, and Jens drove into Laurel hard and took his lover’s shaft into his mouth again.

They rocked in tandem, Holden sinking his cock deep into Jens’s throat as Jens intimately rubbed Laurel’s sweet channel.

He felt the first contractions tear through her and bit off a growl, struggling to keep from biting down as Laurel came.

She burst with a scream, her feminine tones and the expression of bliss on her face sending Jens over the edge. The finish rushed up from his balls and suddenly he was coming, bathing her walls. He ran his tongue down Holden’s length.

His friend stiffened and with a roar, shot his salty juices into Jens’s throat. He swallowed reflexively, sucking it down even as he emptied his own balls while stroking Laurel’s tight pussy with his cock.

 

Holden dragged air into his lungs, still jerking with release. The knowledge that Jens had just swallowed his come—every last drop—only infused him with more need.

Cupping Jens’s jaw, he ran his fingers into the soft underside, feeling his throat work with his swallows. He met Laurel’s gaze, and they shared a frission of excitement. If someone had told him when he returned from Alaska that this would happen, he never would have believed it. Fall for his best friend and live in perfect harmony with Laurel?

Jens flicked his tongue over Holden’s cock one last time, and Holden edged his shaft free. Jens’s hard lips looked swollen and inviting. But Laurel’s pussy was also filled.

Withdrawing from her body, Jens rolled onto the mattress and dragged Holden down with them. He tucked Laurel against his side and held Holden with the other arm. Their ragged breathing slowed and Laurel gave a hitching sigh.

“I won’t ever get enough of this.”

Holden meshed his fingers with hers and squeezed lightly. “I was just thinking the same.”

“Good thing we don’t have to,” Jens said. “I’m not leaving this bed for a week.”

“What about the crops?” Her eyes lit with the warmth they always did when she discussed her organic farm. The passion she held for the land and her success was contagious.

Twisting his face toward the window, Holden gazed out at the sprawling fields. Green as far as the eye could see, the vital crops running right up to the edge of the Ransom place—now officially their land.

No one was ever going to threaten Laurel again. She was going to yield a perfect first crop to sell at harvest time if Holden had to wrestle the clouds and Old Man Weather to get it.

Jens slowly turned his head and looked out the window too. “It’ll rain again soon. The plants will continue to grow while we play.”

She shook with laughter. A certain giddiness crept over her features, and Holden was mesmerized by the sight. To think that he’d come close to losing her with his stupidity. Her and Jens both.

He slipped an arm around both bodies, pulling them snugly into his embrace. “There’s not going to be anything but a happy ending if I can help it.”

The warmth of the sun breaking through the clouds and streaming into the room and the heat of his lovers’ bodies ignited his passions once again. He flipped atop them and found their mouths eager and wanting.

Epilogue

Three Months Later

A bead of sweat snaked down Laurel’s spine, and she groaned under the weight of the bushel of carrots.

“What are you doin’, woman?” Jens growled. He removed the basket from her arms as if it weighed as much as a kitten. “Weren’t you told to leave the carrying to me and Holden?”

She eyed him, her pussy squeezing at his dominating tone. Had it only been hours since they’d all climbed out of bed and then soaped each other in the shower for another round?

Even after months sandwiched between her two hunky men, she found herself insatiable. And they couldn’t seem to get enough of her either.

Holden slammed the tail gate of the truck and started forward with a box of melons. Her crop had only yielded a few decent melons, unfortunately. She’d hoped to get a hefty price for them at auction.

Sadly, she looked at the stripey green babies rolling around in the box. “I’m sorry you didn’t grow better, little ones.”

Holden gave her a small smile, but the light in his eyes revealed his inner laughter. “Next year is a brand new year, Laurel. We’ll do some more research and try to find new pesticide-free ways to grow a hardy melon crop.”

She fell in step beside him, and they met up with Jens, who stood on the outer ring of people waiting to auction off their wares to the local groceries and restaurants. Hers was the only organic crop and in demand. In her mind, she already had her finances planned out, each dollar allocated for more seeds and plants.

Jens set the bushel of carrots on the ground and slipped an arm around her waist. She slid an arm around each muscled body and sank her hands into their back pockets. The hard planes of their asses sent a fresh flood of want to her pussy.

As she listened to the auctioneer’s rapid, musical words, she let her mind drift. So much happiness had filled her, and it was all because she’d taken risks in her life. First by quitting her career at the hospital and jumping into farming, and then by agreeing to date both Holden and Jens.

But the moment they’d truly become a team of three was when they all dashed away their pride and admitted their shortcomings. In the end, this openness had freed them to love without boundaries.

Laurel kissed Holden’s jaw, then Jens’s cheek. Even if every last plant on her farm perished, the soil of her heart would be rich.

About the Author

Em Petrova lives in backwoods Pennsylvania, where she raises four kids and a Labradoodle puppy named Daisy Hasselhoff and pays too damn much for utilities. She loves to write gritty characters with lots of heart and is well-known for scorching, panty-soaking erotic romance.

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Isabella Severs's life is a shambles. When her fiancé dumped her, he took the horse she’d raised from a colt, and she wants him back. The horse, not the fiancé. Though she’s scrounging every penny working at the Ugly Stick Saloon, there’s no way she’s going to make enough to buy Sundance back before he’s put up for auction.

Until Old Man O’Brien makes her an offer she can’t refuse. One night of stripping for his son Jesse’s bachelor party, and all her problems will be solved.

Sean, Gabe and Tanner aren’t interested in settling with any one girl—until Isabella’s eye-popping performance on a mechanical horse gets their blood pumping. She’s perfect: sexy as hell, and well-suited to ranch life.

Yet as the brothers vie for her attention, they discover there’s a vulnerable woman beneath the sass. And instead of a winner-gets-the-girl competition, they find themselves joining forces to convince her she’s worthy of the love of a good man…or three.

Warning: Pull up a saddle. This is one erotic ride you won't want to miss. Three hot cowboys, one sexy cowgirl and a mechanical horse that gives a whole new meaning to riding bareback. Caution—stock up on ice and bring your vibrator, this one's gonna make you burn!

 

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“Do you still want me to dance?” Isabella asked from her perch on the stage.

“Dad said he was paying for three,” Tanner said, his face set, his dark brown, intense stare focused on her. “We hope you’ll stay and earn your pay.” His lips softened into a smile.

Isabella’s knees weakened. That had to be one of the very few real smiles she’d seen on Tanner. “Of course.”
Anything you ask, as long as you smile at me that way.

Alone with the three men who’d been foremost on her mind, Isabella concentrated on maintaining her footing when her legs wobbled like limp rubber bands.

The music played on. Libby must have lined up several songs.

Only obligated to dance to one more song, Isabella didn’t care. Tanner, Gabe and Sean pulled up seats near the raised stage and sat, waiting for her to begin.

Letting the music fill her body and soul, she closed her eyes and swayed gently, her hips moving in circular motions like Audrey had shown her one day in the storeroom. Isabella crossed her hands over her waist, spreading them over her bare belly, then raising them to clutch the vest buttoned in the middle. She pulled the button free and let the vest fall off her shoulders to the floor.

Cool air caressed her heated skin, but it wasn’t enough to extinguish the fire building inside. Isabella wanted to be closer to the men who’d sparked the flame. She reached out her arms.

All three men leaped to their feet. Gabe reached her first, tugging her hand hard enough to pull her off balance.

Isabella fell forward, completely confident Gabe wouldn’t let her hit the ground.

He caught her in his arms, sweeping her legs out from under her. After he swung her around once, he set her on her feet, his hands resting on her hips. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he whispered against her hair.

“I want this.” Her words feathered across his cheek.

“All three of us?” He pulled back, staring down into her eyes.

“Maybe that’s what I need.”

“Isabella, you’re beautiful and the sexiest woman I know. Don’t ever think you’re not, because you are. I’m greedy and don’t want to share, but…” Gabe held her gaze and at last shrugged. “… For you.” His mouth descended to claim hers.

The kiss started out a soft pressure, growing more insistent until Isabella opened her mouth, letting Gabe’s tongue slide past her teeth to toy with her own.

A third, strong, male hand caressed her shoulder, sliding down her length to cup her bottom. Tanner leaned in and captured her earlobe, nibbling gently. “You take my breath away.”

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