STORY EXCERPT

When April was convinced she wouldn’t get any interference from her father or be caught by her mom, she ambled toward the barn. It wouldn’t hurt to introduce herself and see if Mr. Stark needed anything.

Right. She’d be the last person to locate a piece of tack or know where he could find the brushes to rub down the horses.

As she approached the barn, she heard someone talking to the animals in a deep, soothing tone. That was followed by some scraping sound she associated with cleaning hooves.

Keeping quiet, she leaned against the doorframe and watched the newcomer work. He was facing away from her, so she got to admire how his large, V-shaped back flexed as he scraped the hooves. After he finished with that chore, he picked up a brush and gently tended to the horse’s coat. The light from outside slanted across his nicely formed ass. Mmm-mmm good.

He spun around so fast he had to have eyes in the back of his head. Her heart lurched.

She hadn’t said that out loud, had she? Say something.

“Hi.” That was as classy as it was original. Her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth, but she refused to be cowed by his beauty or raw power. Then why can’t you talk?

As she edged closer, he held her gaze, but she didn’t let him intimidate her. His nose had a small bump on the bridge. That wasn’t surprising given he’d probably broken it numerous times in the ring. A thin, two-inch-long scar ran across his forehead and another one cut across his chin, but the imperfections managed to heighten his appeal.

“You the owner’s daughter?” His bass voice had a rough edge to it, like he spent most of his time growling.

“How did you know that?”

“Saw you on the porch.”

He couldn’t have. He never looked her way. “I’m April.” She would have stuck out her hand, but his were full, and he didn’t seem the type to set down his brushes to shake hers.

Instead of telling her his name, he returned to stroking the horse’s neck. The silent treatment didn’t bother her much. These men knew better than to get friendly, but she wanted to see what he looked like up close. The tattoos on his ripped arms came with no distinct pattern, or at least none that she could detect. “How do you like working here?”

He shrugged. “Just started.”

Not a big talker or a big ogler either. She dared to step near and ran a hand over Bella’s muzzle just to be near the man. She didn’t take to horses very well. That was her older sister’s domain. No one outdid Sam in the riding, roping, or shooting arena. Instead of competing against her older sister, she decided to cultivate a side of her that required less coordination than riding a horse. She chose to expand her mind instead.

“You need something, Ms. Callen?” She swore there was a chuckle embedded in his question, but his lips didn’t form a smile.

The way he emphasized the Callen name implied he wasn’t too fond of rich folk either. “Nope, just trying to be friendly.”

He put down the brush and ran his hands over the horse’s loin, taking his time to check every inch. “You here to help or hinder?” He didn’t even look at her when he asked the question.

“Just making sure you’re doing your job.”

“Is that so?” He stopped and faced her. “You ever check over a horse before?”

Her heart dropped. “No.”

“Didn’t think so.” This time a small smile did tug on his lips. He dragged his gaze from her head to her toe, but she didn’t detect any interest. “Aren’t you a little young to be hanging out with someone my age?” His brows pinched.

“That’s rich. I’m twenty-five and a biology teacher.” She wanted to prove to him that she was no kid, but a respected member of society.

“Kind of old to be living at home then.”

That stung. She’d been planning on getting a place of her own, but she’d been too busy to do it. “How old are you?”

“Older than you.” He was the evasive type. “Does your daddy know you’re in here bothering me?”

Every muscle froze. “Maybe.”

“Uh-huh.” He continued to inspect the skin, acting like she was some pesky little sister he couldn’t wait to get rid of.

She could take a hint. “I guess I should be going.”

She expected a bit of resistance, but he continued to look over Bella. Knowing when she wasn’t wanted, she spun around and left. She didn’t hurry, though. Swaying her hips a bit, she made her way to the door before looking over her shoulder. Damn. He hadn’t even looked up from his chore.

ADULT EXCERPT

Blake rubbed her ass while Randy knelt in front of her and played with her tits. His rock-hard cock sat within an inch of her mouth. His dick was calling to her. Like a lizard making a surprise attack on a bug, she pounced on him.

He moaned and held her head. “Easy, babe. I don’t want to come too soon.”

She loved tasting him. The pressure eased off the end of the bed. Footsteps sounded and a drawer squeaked open. Blake was getting supplies, she bet. While he did what he needed to do, she stayed busy tending to Randy.

The scent of strawberries filled the air. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a condom fly by. Randy placed the foil package next to him. Her heart rate increased the moment Blake dragged lube over her hole. Foil ripped behind her. Blake was donning another condom. In a way, she wished she could take the time to watch, but she loved Randy’s cock in her mouth too much to allow the distraction.

Randy lifted her shoulders. “That’s all you get.” His voice came out breathy. “I’ll let you enjoy what Blake is going to do.”

Randy rolled her turgid nipples in his fingers. The slight pain turned erotic. How could she concentrate when Randy had her attention? Just as that thought crossed her mind, Blake plunged two fingers into her pussy. His thumb brushed against her clit and sent sparks of need straight to her heart.

He dragged her juices up her crack and across her puckered hole. She wanted his cock and needed him now. “Please, Blake.”

“I love when you beg me.”

“I’ll beg all you want.” She wiggled her ass.

“I don’t know how long I can last. It’s been so long.”

“Then hurry.”

He pressed a lubed finger into her hole to stretch her out. He wiggled it right and left and managed to hit some sensitive spots. She couldn’t help but clench.

“You know better than that.”

“Maybe I want a spanking.” She’d relived the crop experience over and over again, knowing that she wanted that again.

“Next time.”

Damn.

He pressed in another finger. The combination of the two working together brought so much pleasure. Randy plucked and teased her breasts, adding to the enjoyment. He leaned over and nibbled on her neck. The hairs stood up as his lips brushed over her skin.

Blake removed his fingers. More strawberry perfumed the air. Her pussy clenched, getting ready for the sexual adventure. He pressed a hand on her back, and she resumed the hands-and-knees position. He rubbed her ass as he nudged open her muscled hole with his cock. She relaxed the best she could, but that was difficult when her nipples were pulsating from what Randy was doing.

Blake stopped moving as soon as he popped past the ring. He groaned and squeezed her ass. “You are so tight.” His breaths came out fast.

When he seemed to gain his composure, he edged deeper. She rotated her chest a bit in an attempt to get more pressure from Randy’s hands, and in the process, Blake’s cock hit a truly sensitive spot. Tiny electric shocks burst forth.

Randy left her breasts and concentrated on her neck and head. He cupped her face, leaned down, and kissed her hair. “You smell good.”

She opened her mouth to respond when Blake drove in deeper. His cock seemed to have grown since the last time. Her heart hitched. Then Blake withdrew a bit and followed with another plunge. He continued his back-and-forth movement until he was seated fully in her.

“You okay?” he asked.

Maybe she’d moaned or groaned, but she couldn’t remember. “Uh-huh.”

Randy placed his hands on her shoulders and brought her up to a kneeling position again. She widened her eyes. The change of position stimulated a new set of nerves.

“Take it easy.” Randy kissed her.

Blake held on to her hips and stretched out his legs next to her. “I’m going to lean you back so Randy can feast on your pussy. Would you like that?”

“You know I would.” She’d been spewing juices for a while and had to have a cock.

When she rested on her hands, Blake’s cock went a lot deeper, nearly impaling her.

Blake pushed her hips upward. “Stay still. Let us make love to you.”

“Okay.”

She watched Randy lower himself to the bed and then lick her. The stimulation nearly made her topple. His tongue slashed across her clit at record speed. As soon as he sopped up her juices, her pussy would spew more. He added his fingers to the mix as Blake moved again. Her mind could barely catalog the sensations from Blake’s cock to Randy’s velvety tongue.

Her moans sounded embarrassingly loud. At least the men grunted almost as much as she did.

“I have to fuck you now.” Randy got on his knees then placed one foot on the bed.

He grabbed his cock and moved in.

She lifted her hips to meet him. The moment his dick got close to her opening, it was like she’d sent out a tractor beam and reeled him in. She grabbed onto his biceps for support as he slid down her wet channel. Her eyes widened.

Randy stopped. “You okay?”

“I didn’t think what would happen when you both were inside me. I’m totally full. Can’t you feel each other?”

“Yes.” Randy edged out. “I’ll go slow so you can get used to having both of us loving you.”

His softly spoken words excited her. She wanted to move her hips, but that would throw off Blake. She closed her eyes for a moment and absorbed the delirious rush of being with both men she loved.

Blake withdrew and headed in again as Randy ate up the space. For a bit they alternated until she got used to having them both. “Can you go faster?”