Healing Pleasure (20 page)

“Remember to relax, darlin’.” Brit’s thumbs lightly massaged her hips as he softly coached her. “You loved it when Trey played with your ass the other night.”

She did and she wanted so much more. She forced herself to relax, to take slow and even breaths, and let herself ride the mounting waves of pleasure as Trey breached the small hole of her anus. She felt a slight pinching sensation that almost instantly morphed to a bittersweet pain as he pulled his finger back and probed again. The ecstasy of being fingered there had her trembling with need. The knowledge that Trey’s cock would hopefully soon replace his finger intensified her trembling until pleading sounds escaped her throat.

“Does it feel good, sugar?” Trey twisted his finger in her ass, stroking the ultrasensitive walls, and sending electric sparks of wicked heat straight to her already flaming cunt.

“Yes.” The word left her on a strangled gasp that instantly morphed to a moan when Brit used his hold on her hips to lower her drenched pussy onto the head of his cock.

“How about that?”

She closed her eyes, but not before she saw the devilish boyish grin unfold on Brit’s lips. “Oh, God. That’s almost better. More. Please, Brit. More.”

He entered her far slower than he had the other night, inching the full length of his cock inside her, and impaling her until the bases of their bodies met. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Tell me about it.” She opened her eyes and grinned at him. “I feel so good because you’re inside me.” As if he feared he might be left out, Trey pulled his finger from her anus, adding a second well-lubed finger and then a third as he worked the nerve-laden tissue of her ass until her body sucked all three digits inside. “Trey, please.”

Delirium threatened as he pumped all three fingers in and out of her ass, stretching her, filling her. At the same time, Brit controlled her movements on his cock, lifting her hips and easing her back down, spreading the frenzy through her body until she teetered on the brink of insanity.

“Please what, sugar?” Trey’s tone was raspy, hot, and tight with his own arousal.

He wanted her to beg and then ask for what she wanted. It hadn’t taken him long at all to train her to do that. She didn’t have any qualms about doing both, especially when she knew he would reward her with the pleasure of his thick, long cock in her ass.

“Make love to my ass, Trey. Please. I’m ready for it. I need to feel you inside me. I need to feel both of you inside me. Will you please make love to my ass now?”

Trey made the sound of a wounded animal as he pulled his finger free of her ass and placed his hands below Brit’s on her hips as he positioned his cock to enter her. “Yes, my love. I’ll give you what you want.”

Her smile turned to an
O
of sheer pleasure-laced pain as the head of his cock breached her tender hole. Rather than take it easy as she’d expected him to do, he pistoned his hips forward, driving the full length of his enormous cock into ass in a single thrust that buried him inside her to the hilt.

Lena screamed as the movement drove her body down onto Brit’s cock. She closed her eyes and allowed every spark, every bolt, and every sensation of ecstasy to consume her as completely as her men claimed her. And they were
her
men. She felt that in every thrust, every touch, and every brush of their lips to her flesh as they moved in a perfect tandem with one another. Surrender proved her only option as they fucked her and drove her past the brink of spectacular pleasure to the edge of paradise. She couldn’t fight her body’s needs to take, couldn’t suppress her body’s desires to give, and caught herself in the nick before coming.

She forced her eyes open and stared down at Brit as the breathless plea left her lips. “Please, Trey. Please, Brit. I need to come. Please, can I come?”

“I love you, Lena.” Drake’s thrusts didn’t slow despite the near-growled declaration that spilled from his throat. “Damn it, baby. Don’t you ever try to stay away from us again.”

Emotions filled her, forming a knot in her throat and bringing tears to her eyes as she stared at Brit. “I won’t, Trey. I promise.”

“I love you just as much, darlin’.” Brit’s handsome face contorted as he obviously struggled to hold onto his release. A glimmer of devilish mischief flashed through the love she saw clearly in his eyes. “And if you ever do try to stay away again, I promise you I’ll spank your pretty ass until you can’t sit down for a month.”

Somewhere, she found the ability to giggle. She wanted to touch him, to reach back and touch Trey, too, but all she could do was continue to look at him and hope Trey would hear her, too. “I love both of you. I’ve never loved anyone else. You will always be the only men for me.”

She knew as the words left her mouth they were not only the truth, but, if she ever lost either of them, she’d simply have to spend the rest of her days feeling lost and lonely. Neither of them could ever be replaced in her heart.

“Come for us, Lena,” Trey ordered, his voice so tight it sounded more animal than man.

Holding Brit’s gaze though her eyes wanted to close, gave herself over to the passion, and exploded in a screaming, blinding release that shook her to her toes.

“Damn, hearing you scream like that is too fucking sexy.” A guttural growl rumbled from Trey’s throat as he pounded his cock into her ass and found his release.

Brit didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to. Lena watched him, thinking he was too fucking sexy as his expression turned strained. His lips thinned, his eyes squinted to slits, and his head tipped back as he grunted his release.

Breathless and utterly spent, she collapsed on top of Brit, laughing when Trey fell over her back. She felt his heart and Brit’s drumming in time with the rapid beat of hers. Somewhere in her fading consciousness, she heard both of them whisper again that they loved her and finally gave into the need to close her eyes.

Two weeks later

Lena hooked her thumbs in the front pocket of her blue jean shorts and rocked back on the heels of her new cowgirl boots, her heart heavy with equal parts love and despair as she watched Trey and Brit load the truck in the driveway. The whole Rescue Ranch family and crew was behind her, but none of them spoke. For the first time since she’d stepped foot on their land, she felt a melancholy blanket stretch over the ranch.

Brit was the first to swagger away from the truck, his long legs brining him closer to her in even strides. His doctor had given him the all clear to return to the Navy where he would spend another month getting back in shape before taking his PT exam that would allow him to return to the teams. She’d given him the all-clear, too, knowing he’d never rid himself of the memories of that horrible op, but that he’d finally found a way to process the emotions and sensations he’d experienced and release them rather than keeping them bottled up inside.

His gaze heated and full of emotion, he hooked an arm around her waist and yanked her against the hard wall of his body. She wound her arms around his neck, smiling as she tipped her head back and looked up at him.

“When I get back, I’m gonna throw you over my shoulder, carry you up those stairs, and make love to you until the cows come home.”

The saying amused a laugh out of her. “I hope the cows don’t come home for a very long time.”

He grinned. “I’ve been wanting to do that since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

“I’ll be waiting for it, sir.”

His grin faded and the heat in his eyes flamed higher at that. A low growl rumbled from his throat as he crushed his mouth to hers in a bruising kiss. “I love you, darlin’.”

“I love you, too.” A chill moved through her as he slowly released her, but Trey immediately warmed it away. He nuzzled his face against the side of hers and whispered hot and huskily in her ear.

“You keep that ass trained and ready to take my cock when I get home.”

Her ass flexed as if giving him its own agreement. She knew where he’d put the plug and he’d showed her how to use it. “Anything you want, lemon drop.”

He pulled back, his brows etching together and a small frown marring his lips. “How come he gets a sir and I get a lemon drop?”

She giggled and cupped the side of his face. “Because I can’t wait for you to get back so I can cover you with my sugar.”

His lips kicked into a grin she knew she would see every night when she closed her eyes. “I love you…sugar.” He winked at her and then claimed her mouth in a kiss that made her melt in his arms. He seemed to feel it because he took extra time letting her go, making sure she was steady on her own feet before he stepped away.

Cold all over again and knowing neither of them would be here for a long while to take it away, she folded her arms beneath her breasts and hugged herself as she turned to watch them say good-bye to their family. Minutes that felt like split seconds later, she turned again to watch them back out of the driveway.

“They’ll be back.”

She startled at the feel of a young man’s arm as it slipped around her waist and looked to her left to find Dillon standing next to her. “It can’t be soon enough.”

“You’ll love it here,” he predicted. “Everybody does.”

“Do you?”

He lifted a nonchalant shoulder. “I’ve been stuck in worse places. Besides, old man Horace tells me you’ve got a new job to do.”

Unsure what to say to that, she pursed her lips. “He didn’t happen to tell you what that job might be?”

Dillon snorted. “‘Course he did. You’re supposed to be working with me now. He seems to think I got issues you can cure.” A devilish grin unfolded on his lips. “Too bad for me you can’t cure them the way you did Brit’s.”

Lena half gasped and half laughed. “Dillon Stokes!”

“Hey.” He shrugged. “Can’t blame a man for wishing.”

She rolled her eyes and let the laughter come full force. “I hate to break it to you, kid, but you’re not a man yet.”

He sobered way too quick and a rush of guilt washed through her veins. “I’ve seen and done a lot of shit most men ain’t.”

Feeling for him, she slid an arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer. “Do you want to go for a walk and tell me about some of it?”

He made a raspberry sound with his lips. “Are you mental? I’m not gonna give in to you that easy.” He spun himself out of her embrace and was off in a flash.

Lena stared after him, shook her head, and smiled. She’d get him to talk. She had plenty of unconventional methods she’d never used on clients that she was thinking would be perfect for a boy like Dillon. She turned to find Horace and May still waiting for her at the foot of the porch steps. Everyone else had apparently gone about their daily business. Her smile widened as both of the opened an arm. She went to them, May’s arm finding her waist as Horace’s wound around her shoulders, and walked with them to the door, realizing Brit, Trey, and the rest of their boys weren’t the only ones these wonderful people had helped in their lives. They’d saved her, too, by sending Trey to bring her to Rescue Ranch.

THE END

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