Page 134 of Dusty Spur Ranch Cowboys

I rock helplessly against the hard outline of Red beneath me, chasing every pulse while all three of them watch.

Somewhere along the way, my boots disappear.

Red’s hands have found my ribs, holding me against his chest while Willy traces my seam before easing two fingers inside and curling them.

Every breath leaves me.

Across from me, Emmett lets out a broken sound. His cheeks are flushed beneath the freckles scattered across them as one fingertip drifts along my thigh with heartbreaking care.

I want his hands everywhere.

“Beautiful,” he whispers.

Willy’s hand comes away slick before he eases those same fingers back inside me, stretching me with patient confidence while his thumb circles my clit again, never giving me quite enough.

I bite my lip until I taste metal, desperate to beg him to stop teasing me.

Red’s teeth sink into the curve of my shoulder. The sting collides with everything else, and pleasure tears through me hard enough that I grab his wrists to keep myself from floating apart.

Willy keeps teasing me, his thumb circling until I’m ready to come out of my skin. Every pass drags me closer before slipping away again, leaving me chasing the next touch with helpless little movements of my hips.

I can’t breathe properly. Every muscle pulls tighter, my thighs trembling while I fight to hold on for another second.

Red’s chest stays solid against my back, his arms locked around me as I rock against his lap, searching for friction wherever I can find it. His breath brushes my shoulder, rough enough to tell me he’s also barely holding himself together.

Across from me, Emmett watches like he can’t tear his eyes away. His lips part. His hands clench against the grass. Every tiny sound I make seems to hit him as hard as it hits me.

Willy looks up at me again.

That smug grin is still there. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

He lets me hover right on the edge one more time before finally shifting his thumb.

The cry escapes before I can stop it. My hips grind desperately against his hand while he keeps his eyes on mine, and the pressure that’s been winding tighter and tighter inside me finally breaks.

The orgasm crashes through me so hard my whole body locks around it.

I shake against Red while he slides one hand between my breasts and covers my mouth, muffling the sound as I bite down hard enough to leave the imprint of my teeth in his palm.

Across from us, Emmett lets out a rough, helpless sound, his hands twisting into the grass.

Only then do I register how exposed I am, spread across Red’s lap with all three of them watching me fall apart.

Willy keeps moving through the aftershocks until I finally sag against Red’s chest, completely spent. My pulse pounds in my throat while tears sting my eyes from the force of it.

The hard length of Red presses beneath me through his jeans, impossible to ignore now that the haze has begun to clear.

Willy finally withdraws his hand. Before I can pull in a full breath, he lifts his slick fingers to my lips.

“Taste.”

I wrap my tongue around Willy’s fingers and moan at the taste of myself, hot and filthy on the back of my tongue. His eyes darken as he eases them deeper between my lips, watching to see how much I’ll take.

I take them until I choke.

Tears sting my eyes, but I hold his gaze. I want all three of them watching. I want them to see exactly how far I’ll go.

Red’s rough palm still cups my mouth, damp from where I licked him through my orgasm. I turn my head, draw his thumb between my lips, swirl my tongue around it, then catch it gently between my teeth until he grunts and pulls away. I almost follow his hand.