Teddy glanced over his other shoulder at Grayson sitting against the wall.
“She said she just wanted to look at the horses,” Grayson said in a childish voice of mock innocence. “Then she took our pictures and made us do things to her.”
Teddy pulled off his leather waistcoat and dropped it to the ground beside him. It landed with a thwap that made my heart jump. Then Teddy stared at me with the intense eyes of someone about to mete out severe punishment. Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt.
I squirmed and tried to scoot back, but Wyatt held me in place. I could feel his cock harden against the small of my back.
Teddy pulled open his shirt but left it on, giving me only a glimpse of his chest, wide and bristling with dark hairs. He undid his belt. It whistled as he pulled it through his belt straps with a yank. Then he folded it in two, gripped it in his fist, and slapped me on the leg with it.
“Is this true?” he said, his voice low and commanding.
I spread my legs farther, brushed the straw off my pussy, and stroked it. “Why, I came to the stables to do some riding. These men, they ravished me,” I said in mock distress. “I couldn’t get up. I still can’t get up.” To illustrate my predicament, I tried to raise myself off the hay, but Wyatt seized me by the sides and kept me down.
Teddy slipped off his jeans and kicked them off to the side. He slid off his boxers and took his long thick cock in his hand. “You wanted to do some riding, huh?” he said, more as a threat than a question. In one swift rodeo-expert motion, he grabbed my ankles, whipped them up over me, and tied them together with his leather belt. “I’m the cowboy here,” he said with a tightly closed fist around the end of his belt, controlling my legs, controlling me. “I’m the one who’s going to do the riding.”
He pulled my legs down so that I was forced onto my side. Wyatt’s cock now pressed against my belly. I grabbed hold of it like a rider who was trying not to fall off a bucking colt would grab hold of the horn of a saddle.
Teddy eased his thick rod into me with a firm hand on my hip guiding me to him.
With a pull and a thrust, he was in me deep. His pelvic bone slapped against my backbone. I bit down on my lower lip to stifle a cry.
He pulled out slowly then rammed me again. He untied my legs. But their freedom lasted only a split second as he wrapped an arm around my ankles and pinned my legs to his chest. With his belt now in his other hand, he whipped me in rhythm to his bone-smacking pumps.
My hand flailed then Wyatt caught it and trapped it against his side. His other hand reached around and palmed my breast possessively.
“Yeah, you’ve got some get-up in you, don’t you?” Teddy said and he slapped my flank again with his leather belt.
18
Wyatt
Play it cool. When you’re passed out naked on a bale of hay, your girl in your arms, and your boss lying naked next to you and two co-workers passed out on the ground and you can’t feel a thing anywhere below your waist, that’s not the time to panic. Play it cool.
I tried to sit up, but my body wouldn’t cooperate. My mind might have been awake, but my muscles had shut down for the night, and the morning, and potentially for the whole day.
Ruby lay with her head against my chest. What little movement I had managed to coax out of my muscles had been enough to stir her from her sleep. She murmured something incoherent then nestled her head back against my chest.
“Babe,” I said. I rubbed her shoulder and kissed it. “Babe, I need to get up.”
She murmured some more then finally said something I could understand. “Who you calling babe?”
“I’m calling you babe, babe,” I said. I kissed her on the top of her head. “Good morning, babe.”
She grumbled and shrugged me off of her.
I managed to slide my arm out from under her, but she was still lying between my legs and I didn’t see any way I could get up without Ruby having to get up, too.
“Ruby?” I loudly whispered. “Ruby, I need my leg.”
As if I were trying to steal my leg back from her, she put a hand possessively on my knee and pulled it to her.
I put my head back down. Maybe I don’t need to get up right this minute.
No sooner had my head hit the hay than it was back up again, ears perked and attentive. The sound of a truck rolling up to the stables was troubling. The only four-wheel vehicles allowed near the stables were Teddy’s truck (and Teddy was sprawled out snoring next to me) and Wolf’s van. But Wolf went to Colorado?