STORY EXCERPT

The night air felt alive. It was surprisingly dark out, despite the well-lit outbuildings and the security lighting scattered throughout the ranch. It wasn’t at all quiet, either. The chirping of crickets and the sounds of the animals settling in for the night filled the darkness, and she could hear the muffled sounds of conversation and TV from the bunkhouse.

They wandered slowly over to the hay barn, where he gallantly seated her on a row of hay bales before leaning against a nearby railing. She sipped her cocoa, enjoying its warmth in the slight chill of the night air.

“Different than the city at night, isn’t it?” he said, his voice low.

“Yes,” she agreed. “I don’t miss the traffic noises, though, or the sirens.”

“I thought I loved the city, when I was in college,” he said. “Thought I’d get a snazzy city job using my architecture degree and live there forever. But every year I’d come home for summer vacation and fall in love with the ranch all over again.”

“It’s a good thing to be happy wherever you are, I suppose.”

“Are you happy here, Jana?” he asked.

She thought for a while. “I do like it here,” she answered slowly. “I don’t know if I could say I’m happy, but then, I’m not sure I know what being happy is. I thought I was happy once, and I was so wrong that… well, now I don’t think I could tell, if you want to know the truth.”

He was silent for a long while. So silent that she almost wondered if he’d fallen asleep, until he began to speak, looking out at the night sky.

“My grandmother, rest her soul, once told me that happiness was something you make. It doesn’t happen to you—you take what’s inside you and what’s around you, and you piece together your own happiness, just like you were making a quilt.” He pushed away from the railing and came to sit on the hay bale near her, not overly close, just close enough. Close enough for her to feel his warmth, to taste his clean, male scent on the air.

A thrill rushed down her spine and coiled in her stomach, warm and low.

“I don’t know if I quite understand how to do that,” he continued, “but it seems to me that when you’re presented with an opportunity, you should at least give it a try.”

Jana swallowed the last of her cocoa. She felt nervous suddenly, her pulse fluttering. His nearness was setting her skin aflame.

“Something happens to me when you’re around me,” he said. “Something that hasn’t happened with too many other women. And it’s some difficult to deal with, because here I am, your boss, and you work for me, and that can be a right thorny problem.

“And every time you’re somewhere else, in the kitchen or in your room, I tell myself all logical-like that it’s not okay to be thinking this way. But then I come near you, and all I can think about is how pretty your eyes are, and how soft your skin looks, and how your scent drives me wild. And how, if I were you and someone I was working for put the moves on me, I’d hit him upside the head with a frying pan and scoot on out of there.

“But I want to kiss you, Jana. I want to kiss you something fierce, and I don’t know if I’m going to be able to stop myself for too much longer. So if you don’t mind, I need you to tell me right now, if you’re thinking about reaching for that frying pan.”

Remember, don’t get involved, Jana told herself. You promised yourself that you were not going to get involved.

She stood up, putting down her cocoa mug, and moved closer to him. She stood in front of him, looking down at him on that hay bale, seeing the way he was looking back at her. He smelled of sweet alfalfa and healthy male sweat, and her heart was pounding.

Don’t get involved, her mind said.

You’ll only wind up getting hurt again, her heart said.

“You’re only my boss until the supper dishes are done,” her mouth said, as she wound her arms around his bronzed neck. “After that, I’m on my own time.”

Slowly, she lowered her traitorous mouth to his, feeling the frantic rush of his pulse, watching his green eyes darken with desire.

The kiss went on and on, tearing through her system like a flash flood. His lips were firm and solid, his tongue agile as it explored her mouth. She felt his hands on her back, sliding low toward her hips, and she longed to feel them glide over her bare skin…

ADULT EXCERPT

Jana couldn’t remember ever feeling so completely feminine, so utterly alive. It was as though her whole body had gained an additional sense, one she’d never known existed, and she was learning to experience it for the first time.

No experience in her previous life, no lover she’d ever been with, had prepared her for the sensations that were coursing through her now. Kurt’s mouth was on her breasts—or perhaps it was Kyle—whichever one of them wasn’t burying his tongue deep in her slit. She’d already climaxed three times, and that was before they’d slipped those wicked panties off of her.

“So beautiful,” Kurt’s voice whispered. She looked up, seeing his eyes gazing at her.

She wanted him, wanted them both, inside her. Wanted to touch them back, taste them the way they were tasting her. She had to have him, them, both. Right now.

She reached out, almost blindly, drawing Kyle to her. He was gloriously naked, his cock springing out toward her, and she surged toward him, drawing it into her mouth.

He groaned, and she took it in deeper, sucking, swallowing as much as she could. The taste of clean, sweet male arousal was heady and intoxicating, and she could almost feel the hold he had on himself. He was a tightly coiled spring, ready to burst, and the thought that she alone could undo that control, could drive him to the breaking point, was deliciously arousing.

And then she felt Kurt settling his lean body between her outstretched thighs, his hands lifting her hips to adjust her position, and her heart felt as though it would burst out of her chest.

She glanced down and saw that his eyes were staring up at her face. Watching her, his twin’s cock deep in her mouth, and her body open for his taking. His face, naked with lust, was stunningly beautiful. He was waiting for her, needing something from her—her permission, perhaps, or just some sign that she was ready for him.

She let go of Kyle’s cock long enough to beg Kurt to fuck her, and then her mouth was on him again.

Kurt surged forward, filling her, and a tremor ran through her body. She was alive, on fire, and the world was spinning around her.

The two men moved in tandem, as though they had long years of practice at this. Each of them alone would have been enough to fulfill her. The two of them, together, overwhelmed her almost to the breaking point.

Kurt drove deep inside her, long slow strokes that were enough to drive her mad, holding her climax just out of reach. She clung to him each time he slid out of her, and the sensation of her tight cunt rippling along the length of his cock was clearly driving him wild. She watched him shudder as she gripped and felt a warm pleasure at eliciting such a reaction.

“Jana…I can’t hold on…much longer,” he gasped. Wickedly, she tightened her grip even more on him. He groaned, driving deep inside her, his thick cock stretching her cunt to the limit.

She wanted to beg him to cum, to fill her up, but her mouth was full of Kyle, and so she had only her eyes to plead with. And her muscles.

She flexed again, milking Kurt’s thick cock, and he let out a loud, long groan. He doubled his speed, pumping hard, driving her into a frenzy.

It took mere moments for him to erupt. He slammed deep within her, his cock spasming, shooting ropes of cum up into her body. The heat, the sensation, pushed her over the edge, and she came around his cock, her moans muffled by Kyle’s thrusts.

She was still climaxing as Kurt fell back onto the bed, spent and exhausted. Somehow, Kyle had moved down on the bed, because he was sliding into her drenched slit even as the waves of sensation were still ebbing.

This was a new sensation for her, a different feeling. Slick and hot, Kyle’s cock thrust in and out of her, coated in her juices and Kurt’s as well, a wet heat unlike anything she’d ever dreamed of. It felt sexy, wild, and naughty, and she loved it.

The thought of it, of one man replacing the other at pleasuring her, was dizzying, and she felt herself building again.

She was moaning, thrashing, begging. Using words she would never have dreamed she’d say. It was delicious and wicked and she was spinning right out into space.

“Harder! Fuck me harder!” she cried out. Kyle, groaning like a man losing his grip on reality, quickened his pace, and the feel of him slipping in and out of her dripping pussy was too much. With a shriek, she felt her body convulse, and the world buckled and folded around her. Pleasure engulfed her and spun her down into darkness…