Authors: Stacey Espino
The remnants of a fire gave a faint glow of illumination as they neared the campsite. “You found him,” Dawson shouted over the roar of the rain. The fire fizzled and steamed until gone completely. Their blankets would be soaked, and they had no shelter, not even a natural barrier of trees. She wrapped her arms around Chase, unwilling to brave the storm alone, and needing him more than ever for a lifeline.
“Any ideas?” Chase asked.
A light appeared, giving her something to focus on other than a black slate. Brad crouched low, winding a plastic lantern to life. “This will help. But I can’t imagine getting much sleep tonight.”
She wasn’t sure who started, but soon they were all laughing hysterically. Jane was drenched to the skin, her hair plastered to her face, and nipples pebbled from the cold. A week ago she’d be pissed out of her mind being in such a miserable situation. Now it was just funny. She felt like a girl again, carefree and innocent, a lifetime of possibilities ahead of her.
They all joined each other on the ground, foreheads together in a makeshift circle, and the lantern set in the middle. “So, how long do these flash rainfalls usually last,” she asked.
“Could be hours or days,” said Dawson.
“Let’s hope for hours then.” Hours was still a long time to put life on hold and huddle together. “And hope we don’t all catch pneumonia.”
“There are other ways to keep warm.” Chase squeezed her hand, his eyes holding the same heat they’d shared in private. The moment he suggested intimacy, her pussy responded, nearly stealing her breath. The mixture of emotion, laughter, letting go, and the crazy weather were enough for her to become open to the idea of one crazy night. It wasn’t as if there hadn’t been sexual tension the past week.
“I’m very cold,” she whispered, just loud enough to be heard in their little circle.
“It’ll be wet and dirty. You sure a city girl can handle that kind of lovin’?” asked Dawson. “With three hardcore cowboys?”
“How hard?” she teased. Dawson smirked in that devilish way that made him even more handsome. Water streamed down from his bangs. She wanted to lick the drops running over his thick lips.
The men parted, rising to their feet, allowing the rain to fall down full force over her face and body. Dawson sat his Stetson on her head after standing up, which kept the rain out of her eyes. The blurred light reflected off bare skin, highlighting rippled muscles and delicious contours. She shivered with her drenched clothes on, and couldn’t imagine getting naked under the chilly conditions, but knew she wouldn’t say no to anything.
Chapter Thirteen
Brad never stopped thinking about the night Dawson had Jane pinned naked and needy on ground, touching herself as she writhed like a wild woman. Since then he’d experienced her body, shared an intimacy that the other two cowboys could only dream about. Now they planned to take what was his.
He wasn’t foolish enough to believe Jane loved him. They’d only just met, but there was something special between them, a connection even she couldn’t deny. He loved caring for her, teaching her the ways of the land, and reveled with each new experience that lit up her pretty green eyes. Brad had always wanted a woman of his own, children, and a family. It was a dream that continually got postponed due to his responsibilities on his ranch. His momma had no husband, he’d died when Brad was young, and he had three sisters he felt responsible for. Only his oldest sister had moved out and married. She was the reason why he took the job Jane offered in the first place.
“Jane, you don’t have to do this, you know.” He knelt down beside her while the other men stripped off their clothes. If he had to, he’d die defending her honor. It’s what any good cowboy would do. Women were supposed to be cared for and cherished. Even modern, ornery women who claimed they could take care of themselves.
“I think I want to. Don’t you?”
Her eyes were glazed over, already committed to offering her body for play. “I know I want
you.
You sure you want to share with them?” He wanted her to say “no,” say that he was the only one she wanted, but knew it wasn’t going to happen.
“Of course she does. Stop trying to hog her for yourself. I don’t see a ring on her finger.” Chase crouched down low and kissed her on the lips. Odd, possessive urges assaulted Brad. After their shared intimacy, days ago, he couldn’t stop thinking of her, wanting to claim her as his own. If he had to choose a wife, she’d look just like Jane. Long reddish hair which shimmered in the sunlight, eyes as green as emeralds, and milky white skin he could sample all day long. She wasn’t fat, but not stick-thin, either. He could still remember how her tight pussy hugged his cock, and he desperately wanted to indulge in her sweet heat once again.
Despite the snooty show she gave early on, he knew there was much more to the woman than met the eye. And she liked his dog, which said a lot in his book.
Dawson joined them, appearing from the static rainfall. This whole idea was pure craziness, but also the hottest thing he’d ever done. Brad was at his sexual peak, easily able to fuck several times a day, but here he was, traveling for days on end with no relief, and his dream woman beside him twenty-four-seven. He wasn’t a playboy, but at least he had the privacy to jerk-off back home.
“Baby doll, get out of them wet clothes. We’re gonna have some fun with you, and soon you’ll forget all about rain.” Dawson removed the last article of his clothing, leaving him completely nude, his cock bouncing freely in front of him. Jane’s eyes widened at the sight. “I know you like it when I take charge, but if things go too far and you want us to stop, you need to use a safe word. Without the safe word, we’ll keep on doing whatever we’re doing despite your protests. Only the safe word will get us to stop. Understand?”
Jane nodded. “What’s the word?”
“Whatever you want. Think quick.” Dawson stoked his erection, no signs of modesty whatsoever.
“How about Alberta? It’s not something I’d say in the throes of passion.”
What the fuck did Dawson have planned for his woman? A safe word meant there would be pain or discomfort involved, and he didn’t like the sound of that. He was surprised Jane agreed to go along with any of this.
“Good girl.” Dawson helped her to her feet and began undressing her. The sopping wet articles of clothing fell heavily to the ground. Her breasts were full and perky, the dusky pink nipples tempting little buds. Chase stood next to him, watching in silence. They were all waterlogged, and seeing through the torrential rain proved difficult, but not impossible.
“I’ve never seen a lovelier body, darlin’.” Brad couldn’t wait. He needed to touch her, taste her, be closer than even the few feet separating them. Before he could reach out and touch the moist peak of her breast, Dawson blocked his path. “She’s not just for you,” Brad warned.
“She has to earn your attention.”
“She has my full attention already.”
Dawson growled, the rain dripping over his heavy scowl. “If you want to touch her, give her something to do first. She needs to obey.”
“Stop it, Dawson!” Jane kicked off her shoes to release her pants. Her breasts jiggled temptingly. Brad swore his dick would explode if he had to wait much longer.
“You gonna use your safe word already, baby doll? The fun hasn’t even started.” Dawson stepped closer and grabbed her wrist, bringing her hand to his cock. She wrapped her hand around his girth. Her irritation vanished. Jane leaned into Dawson, their dripping, bare flesh rubbing together.
“I’m not as delicate as you might think, cowboy.” She dropped down to her knees, mud from the earth splashing up on her thighs. Brad watched in rapt awe as she wrapped a fist around the base of his cock and brought it to her lips. She sucked greedily, her cheeks hollowing each time she pulled back. He wanted to feel her mouth around him.
Brad’s trepidation and hesitation about sharing Jane seemed to slip away with the rain drops running down his arms. He began tugging off the clothes clinging to his body. The lantern light waved, but Chase wound the crank before it could die completely. Thunder rolled overhead, followed by shocking flashes of light that highlighted their illicit act.
Brad cursed under his breath. If his momma knew what he was doing, she’d hide him good. But right now nothing mattered but the uninhibited woman willing to share her beautiful body with three randy cowboys. He kicked off his boxer briefs, leaving him naked and ready. Chase had stripped at some point, too. Four naked bodies in the open prairie, dark and wet, ready for a dirty night of fucking.
* * * *
A storm on the prairies created a different world. There was no city, no bills, no will stipulations, no Tim Hortons runs. It was just Jane and three hard-muscled cowboys that wanted her. This wasn’t pity, or some loser who barely tolerated her. They emitted a passion so strong it was palpable, sparking in the air around her, filling her blood with heat. She already developed an emotional bond with Bradley. From the first day she was drawn to his genuine nature and calm strength. She could even envision a future with him, because the thought of walking away in another week and never hearing his deep, slow drawl again filled her with dread.
Chase was a continual challenge. She nagged him about smoking and working too late into the night. Why did she care? He had such a raw, rugged appeal and the little girl inside her wanted him to accept her. Accept her because her father and every other man in her life had rejected her.
Dawson was different. There was no emotional bond between them, as if he held back, built a brick wall between them. Yet the sexual energy he emitted was unparalleled. Just a look from his narrowed eyes made her ready and willing to submit, to drop down to her knees and suck his cock, like she did now. She tucked her safe word away in her head, knowing she wouldn’t be using it. Didn’t want to use it.
Dawson’s strong hands held the sides of her head, assisting her in gliding over his length. She gagged slightly, but never faltered, savoring the thick cock in her mouth. The other two cowboys had to be watching, which turned her on more than if they were alone in a private bedroom.
There was so much water flowing over them from the storm, coating the dick in her mouth with cool, refreshing water, distinct from the tart pre-cum she could taste.
“That’s enough, little one. I don’t want this to end just yet.” He removed her from his cock, leaving her anxious for more. Her pussy pulsed in deep, distracting waves. She stood up on wobbly knees and brushed her slick hair from her face. Jane closed her eyes and faced the sky, savoring the shower falling over her. The rain signified a cleansing of sorts. She didn’t want to be the girl she was a week ago, existing, but not really living. Country living, nature, the cowboys—they were real, they gave her soul peace. Chase had been right, she was an empty Barbie Doll, only living for the outside image and material success.
Brad and Chase moved in, touching her, kissing her. Their hard muscles were cool and slippery, heavenly under her fingertips. She couldn’t seem to have enough of them.
One of the hands that were wrapped around her smoothed down the curve of her ass, inching closer to her nether hole. The gentle caress over her ass ignited deeper desires, a raw anticipation of what taking three men entailed. Could she handle what she knew was coming?
She could feel their wet cocks prodding her stomach and side. It excited her. Jane wanted one of those virile erections to fill the void in her aching pussy. But she wanted more than straight sex. She wanted to know what love felt like, to have sex with a man who she couldn’t live without. How did they feel about her? Was it all about an easy lay, or had they grown close enough to her over the past week that they could see a future with her?
“Careful you don’t break me,” she said before Brad’s lips crashed against hers. During the kiss, she lost herself—it was just her and him, and endless possibilities.
“Don’t you know the cowboy motto, darlin’? Ride ’em hard and put ’em away wet. It has nothing to do with horses.” Chase impaled her pussy with two thick fingers. “You’ll never settle for a city boy again.”
She didn’t want a
city boy
anymore. Jane wanted these men, real men, and she wanted them to want her even more. “Yes!” Jane moaned against Brad’s mouth as Chase’s fingers teased her cunt.
“Like that?” Dawson was behind her, nipping her shoulder. The darkness made their act more sensual, forbidden. Shadows and light blended the three men into one. She didn’t know whose finger impaled her ass, suckled her tit, or kissed her clit. She began to spiral out of control, lost to the depravity and never wanting it to end.
The cowboys turned feral, bringing her down like a herd of lions to a kill. Her back hit the squishy grass, cool mud coating her back as the warm bodies cocooned her in male warmth. She felt dirty in a good way. When one of her men lowered their weight over her, she eagerly wrapped her legs around him, unwilling to let him escape.