Page 133 of Dusty Spur Ranch Cowboys

Red’s hand glides up my thigh before he hauls me higher onto his lap, pinning me against him.

Emmett’s palm spreads across my stomach. His fingers catch the hem of my shirt, and I lift my arms so he can pull it over my head without breaking the spell.

Willy’s hands trail from my neck to my collarbones and down my arms, tracing freckles and old scars with surprising care.

“Hold her,” he says.

Red’s arms tighten around my hips without hesitation. I melt back against his chest while Emmett buries his face against my throat.

Willy’s fingers find the curve of my breast, slip beneath my bra, and brush across my nipple with an almost unbearable gentleness. I arch into him before I can stop myself, a whimper catching in my throat.

“Fuck,” Emmett breathes.

His hand slides up my back and pops my bra open with one practiced flick. I shrug the straps from my shoulders, letting the fabric fall down my arms until I’m bare from the waist up.

Heat rushes into my face, but Red’s arms stay locked around me, holding me against him while Emmett looks at me like he can’t believe I’m here in front of him.

Willy circles onto his knees between my thighs, plants his hands on my legs, and lifts his eyes to mine. “Breathe.”

I barely manage one gasp before his mouth closes over my nipple.

Pleasure crashes through me. He watches my face while he kisses and sucks harder, drawing another helpless sound from my throat.

My body gives way beneath the rush, and I nearly slip from his lap before his arms tighten around me again.

Emmett’s hands glide into my hair while his lips find my throat beneath my jaw, kissing me with a tenderness that steals whatever thoughts I have left.

Willy lets go with a wet pop, leaving my nipple throbbing as he sits back to admire the mark he’s made. A satisfied grin pulls at his mouth before Emmett leans in and kisses the same spot, his tongue soothing the sting until I melt against Red.

I reach down and grip Red’s denim-clad knee just to keep hold of something solid.

Willy nudges my knees farther apart and settles between them again. His teeth scrape across my other nipple before his mouth follows, the sharper touch ripping a gasp from me that jerks my whole body against Red.

I bite down on my forearm to keep from crying out, tasting salt while I fight for another breath.

When I lift my head, Emmett is still kneeling in front of me, watching me with open devotion. My hair slips across my face, and one of them brushes it gently away.

Willy studies the flushed marks scattered across my chest before trailing open-mouthed kisses along my ribs. Each one leaves a blaze of heat as his mouth works lower.

Behind me, Red shifts beneath me and lifts me higher onto his lap until my knees spread wider around him. The thick outline of his cock presses through his jeans against me, making my pulse jump.

Willy’s hand follows the curve of my stomach and stops just above the waistband of my jeans. He looks up.

“You want to show him how wet you are?”

I nod.

A warm laugh passes between the three of them before Willy pops open my jeans and drags the zipper down. Cool night brushes my skin, and the second his hand slips beneath the denim into the soaked cotton of my underwear, my hips buck hard enough that Red has to catch me.

His arm tightens around my waist while Emmett’s hands slide behind my knees, stroking gentle circles that only make me ache harder.

Willy slips his fingers between my labia and smiles. “Goddamn,” he mutters. “You could drown a man in here.”

Heat floods my face, but desire burns hotter.

Emmett watches every reaction, and I can’t decide whether I want him touching me or memorizing every shameless second of this.

Willy circles my clit with his thumb before pressing down in one firm stroke that has my hips fighting Red’s hold.