We head back to the truck, a big group with Jessa in the middle of us all. She looks so small, with us surrounding her. Especially fidgeting nervously like she is. But I know the fire inside of her, and I have no doubt that she’ll tell us all to go to hell should she decide that this isn’t something she wants to be part of, after all.
In the truck, Trey folds down the middle console in the front seat, and I help Jessa into the truck. I can feel Tyler’s and Joshua’s eyes at my back when I slide in next to her. On her other side, Trey sits in the driver’s seat.
Tyler and Joshua hop fast into to the back seat.
Trey flips the truck around in on the gravel road and we head back toward the ranch. Then, casual as can be, he sets one hand on her left thigh and begins to stroke her softly. Unable to resist, I lightly touch her right knee. From the back seat, Tyler and Joshua, as one, reach out to touch her as well. Tyler settles for playing with her hair, while Joshua strokes her neck.
I slide my hand slowly up her thigh, rubbing and caressing her as I go. Giving her time to tell me to fuck off. But she doesn’t, and I finally reach the cleft between her legs. I touch her there, in her most private place, ever so softly.
She gasps, but keeps her eyes straight ahead. And she bites that lip again.
Fuck. This is going to be amazing.
Chapter 13
Jessa
I’m so worked up by the time we get back to the house, I’m about ready to tear all the men’s clothes off in the driveway for all the ranch hands and whoever else happens by to see. We all unload from the truck and head toward the house. They stay close. Trey and Joshua have each taken one of my hands, Clay gets the door, and Tyler is playing with my hair.
But when I step over the threshold into their home, my stomach drops.
Am I really going to do this? Sleep with four men?
Fuck yes, I am.
Nervous energy makes my stomach flip-flop, and I barely manage to keep my nerves under wraps as we go up the stairs and down the long hallway. Then we step into my guest room.
I turn and face the men as they shut the door behind us. I thought this room to be spacious, but with the four of them in it it’s suddenly too small. They fill it with their size and with their presence. Four big, burly men. All looking at me with hunger in their eyes.
I swallow hard and take a step back. “Maybe we should have a couple drinks first,” I say, only half-joking.
Joshua steps forward, leaving the group, and takes my hand. “We get that you’re nervous. But you can relax and trust us. We’ll take care of the rest.”
His words immediately calm me somewhat. I nod. “Okay.”
Joshua leans in and kisses me softly. He gently parts my lips with his tongue. My eyes are closed, but I can feel the other men moving around me. And then they’re easing off my clothes, helping me undress. Joshua only breaks the kiss long enough for someone behind me to pull my T-shirt over my head. I step out of my pants when instructed to. Someone undoes my bra.
And before long, I’m the only naked one in the room.
But before I can worry about that, there are four sets of hands on me, four mouths. Including Joshua’s, still on mine. I close my eyes and find distinguishing between the touches is impossible. Someone is massaging my breasts as another hand caresses my back. Joshua grips my ass to keep me close to him, reaching between us to graze my mound. I’m lost in a sea of sensation.
Joshua breaks the kiss and smiles down at me. “You are so beautiful. Exquisite.”
The men lead me to the bed, helping me to lay down. And it strikes me that this isn’t fair. “So not cool, guys. You should all be naked now, too.”
As one, they all grin mischievously at me.
“Can’t help it,” Tyler says. “You look better naked than we do.”
The other men murmur their agreement, and I shoot Tyler a pointed look. “I disagree.”
Trey laughs at that, and the other men grin. Then they all start to undress.
Yummy. I watch them all, in wonder that all of these men want me so much that they’re willing to share me. Simply flabbergasted that these hard-bodied, intelligent, good-looking man all desire me this much.
A twinge of guilt. Would they feel the same way if they knew I was pregnant?
No. I’m not going to think about that, not tonight. No matter how long this unique relationship of ours actually lasts—and it may just be for this moment, this night—I’m determined to embrace it until the end.