Sliding his hand into my hair, he tips my head as he moves his cock to my lips. I open wide for him and take him in. He’s shorter than Riggs, but maybe a touch thicker. I won’t be able to keep this up for long without making my jaw ache.
“Fuck, you feel good, Poppy,” Shepard growls, tightening his grip, making fire dance across my skull.
It makes me hungrier for him. I suck him harder as Riggs slips two fingers inside me and crooks them, stroking against a spot inside me that has my legs jittering and my brain threatening to stroke out.
Holding my head steady, now with both hands, Shepard takes over. He fucks my mouth slowly at first before he picks up speed, going a little harder and deeper each time, until I gag. He pulls himself free for a moment, giving me a chance to catch my breath as he watches Riggs’s drenched fingers fuck me.
“What are you doing to me, woman?” he hisses before his hands are back in my hair and his cock is back in my mouth.
I lose myself in the sensations, giving myself over to them, hoping these men will catch me when I fall. And as I climb higher and higher, I know the fall will be catastrophic.
“Fuck, I can’t hold on any longer.”
I suck harder, wanting to taste him, needing to know what all the fuss is about.
“Fuck. You’re gonna drink my cum like a good girl, aren’t you, baby? Anyone who kisses you will taste me on their lips.”
His twisted words are my undoing. I come hard, squeezing the life out of Riggs’s fingers as Shepard throws his head back and curses my name. He erupts down my throat, and I swallow reflectively, making him curse me all over again. I’d grin, you know, if I didn’t have a cock in my mouth.
I feel Riggs stroking himself now behind me, using his hand that’s wet from my juices, the rapid movements jolting me as I moan.
Shepard pulls free as I lick my lips. He moves back, collapsing in the chair with his cock still out, looking slightly dazed.
Before I can catch my bearings, Riggs is maneuvering me once more, this time to my knees so he can stand over me. I close my eyes and open my mouth when he holds his cock in front of me. But he doesn’t slip it inside. Instead, he strokes himself to completion, shooting his cum over my face.
“Holy fuck, I’m doing that next time,” Shepard growls as Riggs finishes and collapses on the sofa.
It takes less than a second for the embarrassment to kick in. I reach for my top and wipe my face with it before slipping Riggs’s T-shirt over my head. I turn to Shepard but avoid looking at his face. “Can you get Riggs back to the ranch house? I need to take a shower.” I hand Riggs his jeans. “Get dressed, Riggs.”
He takes them from me, somewhat robotically, as I get to my feet.
“Poppy—”
“I just need to get showered and crash. It’s been a long day.” I hesitate before I turn back to look at him. “Don’t say anything to him, okay? I’m gonna talk to him. I just need to figure out what to say.”
And then, before Shepard can pass judgment, I hurry up to my room like the coward I am.
Chapter Twenty-Three
“Pleasure doing business with you, ma’am.”
I shake Monty’s hand. He climbs into his truck and follows the rest of his entourage out. I watch the cattle trailers bump over the uneven ground until they’re out of sight before turning back to the house.
I startle at the sight of Riggs standing just behind me, his arms crossed.
“You ready to tell me what’s wrong yet?”
“What makes you think something’s wrong?”
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because you’re as skittish as a cat on a hot tin roof.”
“Pretty sure that’s not how that saying goes.”
“Pretty sure you still get my point.”
I sigh and move toward him. “I’m fine. Honest. Just woke up in a weird mood.”
“Something happened between you and the sheriff I should know about? Or me, for that matter? I know I fell asleep on the sofa. Did I?—”
