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As I shuffle closer, reaching out to take him into my hand, I don’t think I’ll want to stop.

He smells clean, with the fresh scent of whatever alpine soap he used in the shower, and when I run my tongue around the tip of his cock, I get a taste of him. Salty-sweet and hot too. His hand slides into my hair, fingers gripping with just a little bite, adding just a touch of pressure to show me what he needs. That element of control sends a frisson of arousal through me.

I look up, finding his obsidian eyes glittering in the darkness. Holding his gaze, I suck him deep into my mouth, relishing the little pulses of his cock and the way his jaw ticks as he watches me. I rest my hands on his muscular thighs, digging my fingers into his unyielding flesh, feeling the coiled power in his body built for work.

But he’s not working now. Now it’s me, swallowing down his cock, my eyes watering, and my heart thumping in my chest.

“Fuck,” he mutters, releasing me so that I can take a moment to breathe. “You look so damned fine like that.” Stroking my cheek softly, he palms his cock, teasing my bottom lip with just the tip. “Come and sit on my face,” he says.

Shaking my head, I blush at the thought of telling him why.

“You don’t want me to taste you?”

“I want this.” I lick out, flicking the tip of his cock with the tip of my tongue. Then I stand, straddling this big, strong man and lowering myself onto his big, thick cock.

And I moan. I moan loud enough that all of the other men in this house can hear, at least they could if they were awake. “Fuck, Melanie,” Scott says as he rolls us over, looming over me with serious eyes and teeth gritted with restraint, and then he’s moving like a machine, pushing in so deep that an ache spreads through my belly. He manhandles me like I’m a doll that he can position exactly the way he wants, pushing my legs up and resting them over his shoulders, almost folding me in half, and it feels so good. So good that tears leak from my closed eyes and trickle into my hair.

“Don’t stop,” I gasp as his hips piston, nudging that perfect place inside me that makes me grunt like a beast. “Don’t stop.”

“I’m not going to fucking stop,” he says, panting as he throws his whole body into working above me. Sweat slicks between us, glimmering on his chest between his deliciously rounded pecs, and I duck up to lick him, tasting the perfect saltiness of his exertion.

“Oh…oh.” I throw my head back, bearing my stretched neck to him, my breasts rising as my spine arches like a bow.

“That’s it, baby,” he says. “Give it to me. GIVE IT TO ME.”

And oh my God, I do. I do. I do.

Sounds leave my lips that I don’t recognize as my own. Scott pounds into me so hard that my eyes leak more tears, and then he stiffens, body twisted with pleasure, gripping my hips so tightly that I know there’ll be bruises tomorrow, but I don’t care.

I don’t care at all.

Because through all of this, I realize something.

I had to fall low to fly high, and now, with these five men, I’m soaring like an eagle across a bright sunlit sky.

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It's my first day accompanying the Bradfords after breakfast. The dishes that are left dirty in the sink will have to wait until lunchtime. The sandwiches are all prepared for when we return in a few hours.

I'm on top of the world, all the memories of the previous night filling my mind like a smoldering fire on a cold day. I'm a little tender between my thighs, and riding a horse just brings everything to the forefront of my mind. All of the boys have been loving today, kissing me in the morning, tugging me against well-worn shirts for rough cuddles that made me blush. Even Scott was affectionate, much to his brothers’ amusement.

And now I'm out riding with my men. Things just couldn't get better.

The sun is just beginning to creep over the horizon, turning the sky a perfect burnished golden color, and my heart is soaring. Lady is holding her own, following the larger horses and their male riders. Cash is up ahead, leading his brothers and me to check the fences and move the cattle. I grip the reins tightly, feeling empowered. This is the life I love, breathing in the damp scent of the morning and sensing the power of the animal beneath me. Cash even bought me a new hat. "Got to look the part in order to be the part," he said before we left, placing it on my head and adjusting it until it met with his approval.


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