Only when she sobs with frustration do we finally let her have it.
“It’s time, Janey. Come for us, pretty girl,” I growl, sliding back into her mouth. “Come all over Brookes’s cock while you swallow me.”
Brookes reaches around and rubs her clit in tight circles. “Now, Janey. Let go.”
She shatters.
Her whole body seizes, pussy clamping down so hard Brookes curses. She screams around my cock, the sound vibrating through me as her orgasm traps her in a vice of pleasure. I hold her head and spill down her throat with a guttural groan, watching her swallow every drop like the brave girl she is.
Brookes follows right after, slamming deep and flooding her with hot pulses of come, hips grinding against her ass as he fills her up.
“You did so good, sweetheart,” I whisper against her hair. “Took everything we gave you.”
Brookes’s voice is low, satisfied. “So perfect, Janey. So. Damned. Perfect.”
She makes a soft, exhausted sound, half moan, half sigh, and nuzzles closer.
I already know we should have left when the party ended, but looking at Janey now, marked and claimed and still dripping with us, I can’t find a single ounce of regret.
One night was never going to be enough.
Not when she feels this right between us.
Not when the thought of having what my cousins have and sharing her every night settles in my mind like it belongs there.
I already know, deep in my bones, that this wild night was just the beginning.
She’s ours now.
Whether she’s ready to admit it or not.
Chapter 3
Janey
I should have gone to bed on the sofa like a sensible person.
That thought crosses my mind for what feels like the hundredth time, but it barely registers now. My heartbeat pounds in my ears, mixing with the raw sounds echoing through the barn, the rustle of blankets beneath us, the low, rough voices of two men who have taken me apart and somehow made me feel more whole than I have in years.
Mason is above me, breathing hard, his powerful hands still tangled in my hair, his body looming. His cock twitches as the last of his release slides down my throat. I swallow without thinking, and he hisses.
Brookes is still inside me too, his hard length twitching with aftershocks. I can feel his cum spilling out and coating my thighs. My pussy flutters weakly around him, oversensitive and greedy even after the most shattering orgasm of my life.
I’m trembling. Actually trembling.
My arms have given out, so I’m collapsed on my forearms with my ass still tilted up, held in place only by Brookes’s big hands on my hips and Mason’s gentle grip in my hair. Sweat cools on my skin. My thighs are slick all the way down with a messy combination of my own arousal and Brookes’s spend. My lips are swollen. I’ve never felt so claimed, or so perfectly, deliciously wanted.
“Easy, sweetheart,” Mason murmurs, his voice rough but tender as he strokes my hair back from my face. His thumb brushes over my lower lip, his eyes dark and warm. “You did so good. So damn good.”
He sounds like he didn’t expect it from me, and I’m torn between pride and mortification. Let’s just say I won’t be adding “excellent at getting spit-roasted by two cowboys” to my resume. My success in this arena will remain between us.
He strokes away some cum that leaked from the corner of my mouth and continues his adoration. “So. Perfect. You took everything we gave you like you were made for us.”
Brookes leans over my back, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to my shoulder blade. His stubble scrapes deliciously as he pumps into me again.
“That’s our sweet thing,” he growls. “Look at you… still fluttering around me even after you came so hard. She’s a greedy little thing.”
I whimper, too wrecked to form words even if I knew how to respond without sounding ridiculous. My mind is spinning, a whirlwind of disbelief, heat and raw, electric pleasure.
