Page 9 of Bedroom Rodeo


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God, he loved Piers’s gritty voice. The one that told him—and everyone around him—that he was hovering on the edge of raw, primal emotion. In this case, ecstasy.

“You know I fucking do. But don’t stop now. I’m…close.”

At his words, Piers’s cock surged in his grip. His spine bowed and he rocked his hips back on a deep, throaty growl. Hot cum spurted out of his cock, streaming over Ash’s length. It coated the head and shot to the base. Splattered his stomach.

The feel of the hot drops excited him to the point of no return. With a rough cry, he let go, jerking his hips while he returned the favor and painted his lover’s still-pumping length with his own release. White streams of cum covered them both.

“Fuuuck.” Piers clamped his mouth on Ash’s nipple again, taking him through two more spurts before his body slumped.

Piers banded an arm around his back, teasing his nipple and strumming his cum-soaked cock in slow jacks.

Ash swished his thumb through their combined juices and brought it to his lips. Holding Piers’s gaze, he sucked it off.

“I’m gonna miss the hell out of this during the week Sylvee’s here.”

At mention of her, Ash’s cock twitched in Piers’s hold.

“She still turns you on, doesn’t she? The thought of sinking into her tight pussy?”

He groaned. “She still drives you crazy too.”

They’d shared more than one fantasy of claiming her. Now that she was free of Charlie, it could become a reality.

But probably not.

“Here we’re a package deal.” Piers’s voice was rough again.

“She isn’t coming here for that.” Ash released Piers’s cock. “It’s your turn to use your shirt.”

Without a word, Piers stripped his T-shirt over his head, revealing carved muscles that flexed with every twitch. He used it to wipe Ash off first. The tenderness that his lover performed this task always touched him in a deep portion of his heart. He always hoped that Piers felt the same, but never had the guts to ask.

Once he wiped away the cum, he cleaned himself up. Piers’s gaze hit Ash’s. “She’s not coming here for sex.”

“But she filled out the application. And was accepted. Which means she has enough issues to pass the submission process.” Ash’s heart gave a wild thump. “None of these assholes here are touching her.”

Piers’s blue eyes hardened to ice. “If they try, you better get ready with bail money.”

* * * * *

Sylvee flipped to the next page of the file and skimmed the top line. She’d been reading over the information sent by opposing counsel on one of her cases. But her brain kept taking a detour.

To Alaska.

She lifted her fingertips off the page and twitched them toward her keyboard. Before she could type The Boot Knockers Ranch into the search bar, she yanked her hand back.

How many times had she already looked at that site? It was shocking how many.

But it was so…pretty. Pictures of gorgeous vistas tantalized the viewer, and the hunkiest men on the planet seemed to work there.

Well, she already knew that if Piers and Ash were there. Charlie was handsome too, or so she thought until he started acting like an ass. No blue eyes and athletic physique on the planet could make up for his crappy attitude.

She dragged her gaze back to the file. Affidavit. Alimony. Blah blah blah.

Snatching up the mouse, she clicked the search bar to bring up the cursor. She only typed in the first few letters—her computer did the rest.

As if it knew her juicy little secret. The one involving the two men she’d crushed on forever.

Immediately, Sylvee navigated to the page of photographs. If each cowboy had his own headshot, that would be enough to get women drooling. But they each had a body shot.

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