Page 180 of Dusty Spur Ranch Cowboys

He tastes of mint and warm skin as his tongue slides against mine, his thumb stroking behind my ear until I melt into him, while Willy’s fingers slip beneath the curve of my ribs and send a shiver racing through me.

They fall into step without needing to think about it, Emmett working my mouth while Willy explores every place that makes my breathing catch, and through it all Red stays by the door, watching every reaction with an intensity that burns straight through me.

Willy eases his hands beneath my shirt, his callused palms gliding over my skin until a tremor runs through me, and he laughs against my shoulder when he feels it.

“Sensitive, huh?” he murmurs.

Emmett breaks the kiss long enough to glance over my head at him, the corner of his mouth lifting.

“She always is,” he says, his words rough with want as his hand slides over my chest.

His thumbs circle my nipples before the touch grows firmer, and when he pinches them a rush of sensation tears through my stomach hard enough to leave me dizzy.

My knees give way beneath me, but he catches me with one arm around my back while the other keeps working me, wearing that same grin like he’s determined to take me apart one piece at a time.

Willy catches my wrist and guides my hand to the front of his jeans. He’s already hard, rocking against my palm without the slightest bit of shame.

“Feel that?” he whispers before grazing my ear with his teeth and pressing my hand harder against him.

I answer with a nod that turns into another shiver as his mouth travels along my neck, sucking and biting until he leaves a bruise beneath my jaw, and I can only gasp while I sag between them.

By the time I realize what’s happening, Emmett has worked my shirt over my head, and his mouth closes over my breast where his fingers had been only seconds before, his tongue soothing the same spot he teased until Willy’s hands are roaming over my ribs and stomach, squeezing, stroking, and keeping every inch of me alive with heat.

I reach behind me, desperate to feel Willy’s bare skin beneath my hands, but I fumble with his clothes, earning another laugh against my shoulder.

“Easy,” he says, catching both my wrists in one hand and drawing them behind my back just as Emmett drops to his knees and sinks his teeth into the side of my breast.

I curse and jerk against them.

Both of them laugh, looking entirely too pleased with themselves as they hold me exactly where they want me.

Red stays where he is across the room with his arms folded, watching every shiver that runs through me. He never takes a step, yet I feel the tension rolling off him all the same, building until it settles beneath my skin.

Emmett kisses another mark against my neck, and when I lift my eyes to Red, he answers with a single nod. Whether it’s permission, approval, or both, it steals the breath from my lungs.

They ease their hold just enough for me to turn. Emmett cups my face while Willy keeps my wrists trapped in his grip, and a heartbeat later my back is pressed against Emmett’s bare chest.

His hands spread across my ribs, holding me in place without forcing me there, while Willy’s fingers stay locked around my wrists with enough strength to keep me exactly where he wants me.

Without letting go of me, Willy pops the button on his fly and shoves his jeans down one-handed. His cock springs free, thick, heavy, flushed at the tip, and already leaking.

He simply wraps a hand around himself and strokes at an easy pace while watching my eyes drift lower, and the crooked grin spreading across his face tells me he catches every reaction.

“Look what you do to us,” he murmurs. Behind me, Emmett’s hands wander over my body, tracing my hips before slipping beneath the waistband of my shorts.

His teeth catch my shoulder hard enough to make me jump, and then his tongue smooths over the sting until my legs threaten to give out again. Willy still has my wrists pinned, yet he releases one long enough to cradle my cheek, his thumb brushing across my lower lip before easing between them.

Salt, sweat, and warm skin meet my tongue as I close my lips around his thumb because he wants me to and because I want to, and the catch in his breathing earns a satisfied smile.

When he eases his thumb from my mouth, he catches my free wrist again, crossing both behind my back in one hand before rocking his hips against me.

Emmett keeps exploring me from behind, his hands sliding from my shoulders to my ribs, spreading wide every time they settle against my skin as though he can’t touch enough of me at once.

His fingers find the button on my shorts, ease it open, and work the zipper down before tugging my shorts and underwear over my hips together in one firm pull until they gather around my ankles.

He hooks a thumb beneath the bunched fabric and nudges it lower until I can step free of it, kicking my shorts and underwear aside before either of them has to ask.

His palm slips between my thighs, cupping me, and heat floods my face when he finds how wet I already am. His approval rumbles against my back as his practiced touch parts me with easy confidence.