STORY EXCERPT

Turning to get their coffee, Amber gritted her teeth when another spasm stole over her thigh muscle. Two steps. Make it two steps to the counter and don’t fall in front of them. Before she could reach the wooden surface, Amber felt solid arms lift her up and place her on one of the counter stools, being careful of her right leg. Brushing off the unwanted gentle hands, she looked up into Cannon’s eyes and saw the one thing she couldn’t tolerate. Pity.

“What do you think you’re doing? I’m fine,” Amber said in a clipped tone, almost regretting her words when he cast a hurt look her way. Ignoring the stab of guilt at being rude to him, she continued, “It’s just a twitch. No big deal. Move and I’ll get your coffee so you guys can be on your way.”

“Amber, you almost fell down. Just let me help you.”

“Is this how you treat Max?” Amber demanded, as she kept trying to brush his hands aside. Ryder walked over to Earl and Lou, but she noticed his eyes never wavered from her. Well, so be it. Let him overhear what she was about to say and maybe both of them would get the hint and leave her alone.

“What in the world are you talking about, woman?” Cannon said, exasperation evident in his voice. “Max is the best ranch foreman a rancher could ask for.”

“Exactly,” Amber proudly stated, glad she had gotten him to admit it. “Max’s shoulder injury doesn’t cause you to go running to his rescue every time he drops something, now does it? You don’t show him pity, so stop pitying me!”

Amber figured out too late that her voice had been rising with each word she said. The silence made her look around. Ryder, Earl, and Lou stared at them, Ryder with a blank expression she was coming to know so well, and Earl and Lou with something akin to glee. They were enjoying this way too much.

“Is that what you think? That we pity you?”

Just then, the spasm tightened up, causing her breath to come out as a hiss, and made her automatically grab for her leg. Cannon’s hands reached her thigh first and started to massage the muscle as Ryder came up beside her, his abdomen rubbing against her left arm as he leaned in close to her ear, his warm breath caressing her ear like a feather.

“Stop being insolent and let Cannon help you,” Ryder ordered in a low, gravelly tone, making a shiver go through her.  This is so not good. Amber tried to get her scrambled thoughts back in order. It was very rare they physically touched her, and she was starting to think that had been a good thing.

“I don’t need your help, Ryder.  Or Cannon’s,” Amber whispered back, closing her eyes at the feelings they were stirring within her.

“When are you going to realize that we care for you?  It hurts us to see you in pain,” Ryder admitted.

“Is Amber okay? Anything we can do?” Lou asked, worry lacing his tone.

Ryder said assuredly, “No, Lou. We appreciate your concern, but we’ll take care of her. You and Earl head on home, and we’ll help Amber close up shop.”

Amber didn’t know whether she was coming or going. On one hand, she wanted to argue, but on the other, the exquisite relief Cannon was providing made her want to melt. Cannon’s hands felt like heaven, giving a deeper massage than she was ever able to give herself. But she didn’t want to be caught alone with them. She didn’t trust them or herself. Ryder’s tone gave an indication of something she wasn’t ready for, and panic was starting to settle in. Right when she found her voice and was about to protest, Cannon gripped her chin with his right hand, forcing her to look into his eyes. Not lifting his left hand from her thigh, he said, “Not one word. Ryder doesn’t have the tolerance for your disregard of your health, and neither do I.”

Cannon waited for Amber to acknowledge him before lowering his hand and using both to continue massaging her tired leg. “Don’t push him too far tonight. His patience is wearing thin.”

Amber averted her eyes to watch Ryder place his hat on a random table, bid good night to Earl and Lou, then turn the sign over so that “Closed” showed through the window. His movements were assured, making her feel anything but. Hearing the lock click into place made her heart race, and she dragged her eyes back to Cannon, who had been staring at her the entire time, seeing things she didn’t want him to see.

ADULT EXCERPT

Ryder watched Cannon seduce the woman they cared about and patiently sat back to enjoy the show. It was mind-blowing. Seeing her skin flush with passion and her eyes glaze over in lust made his dick throb until the zipper started to cut into his skin. Shifting his groin, Ryder tried to relieve the pressure, but knew it was useless. The only relief he would get was when he put his cock in her cunt and thrust his way to heaven.

His hand still burned from the contact of her ass, and he lifted his fingers to taste her nectar leftover from touching her. He closed his eyes as he sipped on her spicy flavor. He hummed in appreciation. Her taste was addicting.

Ryder stood and undressed as Cannon raised Amber’s arms to remove her T-shirt and lifted her feet to remove her panties. Laying Amber carefully in the middle of the bed, Cannon lazily situated himself alongside her so he had full access to her breasts. Her rosy areoles had the cutest freckles, and her nipples were the perfect size to knead between his lips. Were they sensitive, or did it take a while to make them feel pleasure?

“Do you like Cannon touching your nipples, sugar?  Is he making you feel good?” Ryder watched as Cannon closed his mouth over a hardened pebble.

Hearing the guttural moan Cannon got her to emit was all the answer he needed. Ryder’s hand went to his cock and gave long, slow pulls as he watched Amber arch her back, silently begging for more. Cannon must be in heaven being the breast man he was. Her breasts were more than a handful, which was saying a lot considering how big Cannon’s hands were. He watched Cannon suck one ruddy, peaked nipple into his mouth and take the other between his finger and thumb and pull until it stretched to the point of erotic pain, then give a little twist. Amber keened and grabbed hold of Cannon’s hair. Whether it was to keep his head from leaving her breast or push him away from the sensations he was creating, Ryder didn’t know.

Ryder saw Amber’s legs part and couldn’t wait for another taste.  The little bit on his fingers wasn’t nearly enough. What does Cannon always say? They were two sides of the same coin. How right he was. Cannon might be a breast man, but Ryder could eat pussy for hours. And savoring her on his fingers was nothing to compared to what she would taste like from her source. Giving one last stroke to his aching cock, Ryder made his way to the bed.

“Ryder’s going to lick that sweet pussy of yours, darlin’,” Cannon said.  “There’s nothing he likes better.”

Crawling between her legs, Ryder used both hands to expose her more, being very careful not to stretch her right thigh too much. Seeing Amber’s pussy wet with her juices made him hum in appreciation. Red and swollen, her cunt looked like the most beautiful rose waiting to be sniffed. Gathering her fragrance in a slow intake of air, Ryder had never smelled anything so enticing. 

“Please, Ryder,” Amber begged, lifting her hips up to where his mouth waited.

Taking his tongue, Ryder answered by slowly licking up one side of her labia and back down the other side, lapping up his now favorite flavor in the world. Careful not to touch her clit, he pulled away and watched her little button poke its head out, begging to be touched. Running his tongue through her folds and stopping short of that swollen pearl, Ryder had to use one of his hands when Amber bucked in disagreement. Up and down, he nipped her inner lips with his teeth and soothed his stinging bites with his tongue. Ryder made sure to increase her pleasure slowly, wanting her first orgasm by them to be an experience she never forgot.

“Cannon, make him touch me,” Amber beseeched, now using her heels to push against him.

“He will, darlin’.  Just enjoy.”