Riding the rodeo circuit meant women threw themselves, and their panties, at me. They’d all been gorgeous and eager, but none would do. Only Cricket, and I hadn’t even known what she looked like.
Now, after having her in my lap, feeling her, seeing her, it only made me realize I’d been right all along. She was the woman I wanted. And watching Sutton kiss her as he tangled his fingers in his hair should have gotten me jealous as fuck. But, no. It got me hot. I reached down, shifted my dick in my jeans. I knew Sutton was priming her for me and Archer with the kisses. She wanted them, wanted all of us. She wasn’t pushing him away. It would be our turn soon enough and we’d go as far as she wanted.
Watching her like this, while she’d definitely had a rough night, she looked beautiful. Her hair was black, her eyes almost as dark. She was average height, but that was the only average thing about her. Full, pert breasts, narrow waist, lush hips and ass. All of that I remembered. Every single inch of her. But hearing her talk, the things she didn’t actually say but could be inferred pretty fucking easily, proved she had balls. Big honkin’ bull balls to go through life on her own. Two jobs. College one class at a time. She had determination I recognized. I’d had no interest in any schooling past high school, but I’d been determined to make a career in bull riding and I’d done it. Through sweat and broken bones, grit and fucking determination, I’d gotten to where I was today.
I was never going to be a millionaire, but I had enough. But that was just money.
I’d tired of buckle bunnies a long time ago, even before the night with Cricket. I wanted a connection, a bond so deep with a woman it couldn’t be severed. Watching Cord and Riley with Kady and Jamison and Boone with Penny made me want the same. I’d dreamed about it with Cricket and now we were hopefully going to get it.
We weren’t letting her go. I knew Archer would use the handcuffs again if we had to. Sutton was all about consent when it came to all the stuff he did with her, and while I didn’t usually go to such extremes, I didn’t fuck without it, that was for damned sure. But we’d keep her here—on a ranch she fucking owned—until she gave it to us.
That spanking; she’d agreed to that, sub-consciously at least knowing she needed it, needed Sutton to give her a way to tell him her secrets. She’d wanted him to push her into talking. And it had worked.
The cuffs Archer had put on; hell, the fact he’d restrained her with her hands in front, was a good indication she’d wanted it. Yeah, she’d wanted her men to take care of her. She all but silently screamed it.
And it started now. Cricket whimpered and shifted on Sutton’s lap as they continued to kiss. She switched quickly from tame to a tiger. It was time to join in. Moving so my knee was on the couch beside them, I curled my fingers around the bottom of her t-shirt and slowly worked it up, my knuckles brushing across her smooth skin.
Archer helped from the other side and Sutton pulled back from the kiss long enough so we could work the shirt up over her head and lifted arms.
I groaned at the sight of her lacy black bra. It wasn’t fancy, but it was delicate and feminine and well, Cricket was wearing it. She’d look hot wrapped in a saddle cloth. Hell, the idea of her in just a saddle cloth had me envisioning a wild romp in the stable. Maybe bending her over a low railing or kneeling on a bale of hay. Fuck.
Archer’s deft fingers undid the back clasp on her bra and it slid down her arms.
Sutton pulled back from kissing her once again and just stared at her perfect body. He was breathing hard, but so was she. And damned if her pert breasts didn’t rise and fall as she panted, the pretty pink tips hard. Her cheeks were flushed—and not from crying—her eyes hazy and her lips red and swollen.
“More?” he asked.
She didn’t delay, just nodded.
“We need to hear it, baby.”
“More,” she said, her voice deeper, breathy.
Sutton stroked his knuckles down her cheek, along the side of her neck and around the curve of one breast. Goosebumps rose on her pale skin.
“You remember, baby, that you’ve got three men who want you,” Sutton said, his gaze sliding up from where his rough, work-worn fingers were a stark contrast to her creamy, plump breast, to her eyes. “You don’t want Archer or Lee to be left out, do you?”
She looked to Archer, then to me, her eyes a gorgeous hazy blur. Her straight teeth dented her lower lip as she considered. Topless and in Sutton’s lap, I doubted she was thinking of turning us down; she’d have done so before now.
Still, we waited.
“No. I want all of you,” she said finally. Her gaze was clear, her intent—and consent—obvious.
Thank fuck. I didn’t think my dick was going to handle it if she’d said otherwise. I’d have had to rub one out in a cold shower and that wasn’t as fun as coming deep in a willing, wet pussy. Her pussy.
Sutton lifted Cricket up, then placed her down on the coffee table in front of him. With a hand between her breasts, he pushed her slowly onto her back. I moved to one side, Archer the other and Sutton stayed between her legs.
The three of us dropped to our knees at the same time, Sutton to slide her jeans and panties off her hips once again, this time not stopping until they were on the floor, taking her sneakers and socks off with them.
Archer stroked her hair back from her face, leaned forward so their noses practically touched, then kissed her. As she was distracted, Sutton took hold of her ankles, set her feet on the edge of the coffee table, spread them wide. Fuck, just watching them play with her—and her willingly allowing it—was so hot. Naked and sprawled across the low table, she was gorgeous. She wasn’t skinny. No, she had perfect curves with toned muscle beneath. Her breasts—as I remembered—were a good handful with small, pink nipples. Her belly had a slight curve, an outie belly button that drew my eyes downward. Her dark hair between her thighs, from what I could see of it with Sutton’s head in the way, was dark and trimmed in a landing strip.
She moaned into Archer’s mouth as her back arched, thrusting her breasts up in invitation. My dick couldn’t handle the discomfort anymore, so I unzipped my jeans to give it some room, then leaned forward, took a nipple into my mouth, the other in my palm. Her skin was so warm, soft, sweet-smelling. I drew on her, felt the tip tighten further against my tongue.
A throaty gasp filled the room and I glanced up, saw that Archer had lifted his head and was smiling down at Cricket, watching her respond to my touch, Sutton’s mouth.
Her hand landed on my back with a thud then slid up my neck to tangle in my hair, to pull, then press closer.
“I’m going to…oh god, I’m going to come.”