Page 100 of Dusty Spur Ranch Cowboys

I’ve never had a threesome before. Hell, though, I’m more than ready.

Willy doesn’t bother with hello or waste a single word before he claims my mouth with his, his tongue sliding against mine with the kind of greedy confidence only a farm boy could pull off. There’s no hesitation in the kiss, only hunger, and he tastes like sunshine, sweet spit, and a gingery bite.

I could come from this alone, from the way his hand clamps around the back of my neck and tips my head toward him while Red’s trapped hand trembles against my pussy, his thumb brushing my clit in nervous little taps that threaten to finish me before either of them even gets my jeans open.

A rough breath catches against my ear as Red struggles behind me, and the tiny, broken whimpers spilling from him catch me completely off guard because I’ve never heard a man make sounds like that.

Red continues to finger fuck me through my jeans, and the rush that tears through my body burns so fiercely that both cowboys jolt before holding themselves in place, dragging in hard breaths like I just dropped a live wire straight into their pants.

Willy lets his mouth drift from my lips to the edge of my jaw, kissing and biting with the same relentless hunger while the afternoon sun beats against the back of my neck.

My pulse races the length of my spine, making my knees threaten to give out beneath me. But Willy never lets me fall because his grip stays firm around my neck, keeping me upright while Red remains pressed against my back, his hand trapped between my legs exactly where Willy wants it.

“Fuck,” Red whispers, keeping the word just between us before he drops his forehead against my shoulder. His breath comes hot and desperate across my skin as he swallows hard. “Don’t…”

My fingers hook into both their collars, my nails scraping across cotton before catching skin, because I want them to feel exactly how real this is, and I have no intention of treating either of them gently.

Red’s fingers find the snap of my jeans and fumble with it once before trying again. The button finally gives, and Willy growls against my mouth before reaching down to shove his own hand inside my waistband.

My gasp catches between us as both of them crowd into the same space, two sets of fingers fighting for room beneath my jeans while neither hand belongs to me.

Their hands tangle together in a desperate mess of flesh as one pushes, the other shifts, and then they both find their place. Red’s middle and ring fingers work frantically inside me while Willy’s broad, callused hand presses down from above, his knuckle grinding against my clit with enough force to send the whole world tilting sideways.

The shock throws my head back until my teeth knock together, and a barn-cat yowl tears straight out of my lungs before I can swallow it. My own cry rings across the field, loud enough to make me grin through the pleasure because I want to rip the whole damn sky into ribbons and leave this day carved into the sun.

Red lets out a strangled, animal sound before he drives himself hard against the back of my thigh. Willy never breaks the kiss, but I feel the rough laugh that rumbles through him and taste it between us, bitter and wild, while his hands work my jeans lower.

The denim bunches beneath my hips, trapping itself around the tops of my thighs. Red shifts with me, chest still pressed to my back as his hands slide from my hips to my waist and clutch me like I’m the only thing keeping him upright.

Willy finally breaks the kiss, drags his mouth across my jaw one last time, then slips around my side. I feel him brush past Red before he comes up behind us with his cock already out, the blunt head pressing between my legs without a shred of concern for who’s around to see.

I spread wider and brace both hands on the fence rail as every nerve in my body lights up. Willy hooks my panties aside until the elastic digs into my thigh, then parts me with his fingers while Red surges forward behind me, grinding the ridge of his cock against the crack of my ass as they both fight for the same space.

Willy pulls his hand free long enough to brace it against my ribs, holding me in place with the unyielding strength of a fencepost. His tongue works deep into my mouth until the pleasure builds so fiercely that I have to bite down to stop myself from screaming.

He doesn’t pull away. If anything, he grins against my teeth like that’s exactly the reaction he’d been hoping to drag out of me.

Red’s wrist shakes while the heel of his palm grinds against me, his fingers never leaving me as I rock my hips.

Willy spits into his palm, slicks himself with a few quick strokes, then eases the head of his cock between my legs until the heat of him settles exactly where I need him. Behind me, Red finally gets his zipper down and wrestles his own cock free.

The flushed head brushes through the wet mess Willy’s already worked between my thighs as he rocks forward with his eyes squeezed shut, whispering under his breath. I can’t even tell whether he’s praying or begging anymore because every broken word melts against my skin until they all sound the same.

Willy slides two thick fingers back inside me, stretching me open before curling them hard enough that my knees threaten to fold beneath me.

He grins over my shoulder at Red, enjoying every second of this, then says, “She’s so fucking ready for us.”

Red’s face burns even darker beneath his beard, which only seems to amuse Willy more.

I’m soaked, dizzy with need, and they’re both focused in a way that steals every breath I’ve got. “Fuck,” I breathe, with no idea which one of them I’m saying it to.

Another shiver rolls through me, messy and beautiful all at once.

Willy eases his fingers out of me, giving my clit one teasing tap on the way that sends my knees buckling before he steps in tight behind me. One hand braces my hip as the head of his cock settles against me from behind, and I feel him line himself up before he starts to push forward.

I clamp my teeth around the top rail of the fence and drag a breath through my nose, trying to keep up with everything happening at once, and somewhere in the middle of it I realize Red hasn’t moved.

He’s standing beside us, his jaw locked tight, his cock trapped in his fist, watching every inch of Willy taking me.