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Devin kept hold of Kelsey’s
hand as he too had sensed someone, something sinister in the woods. Like Greg, he never discounted it as nothing when that sixth sense kicked in. Suspicion prompted him to make a mental note of the guests’ who had returned as he steered her toward the corral where he spotted Greg and Tom. Both the Sorensons and Kilpatricks’ vehicles were once again parked in front of their cabins and several members of the hunting party were mingling around the corral.
“What’s up?” Greg asked as soon as they reached him, his voice low enough only Devin heard the underlying sharp edge of concern.
“Take over while I check something out,” was all he said, knowing Greg would catch on. With a nod, Greg took Kelsey’s hand from him.
Devin found what he was looking for ten minutes later. About ten yards from the trail in the woods, he came upon a spot where the foliage had been flattened, likely from someone lying prone for a while, as if in wait. It was too close to the cabins and too far from a designated hunting area for a hunting scout to be off track. It could be nothing, just coincidence, but neither he nor Greg would discount the disturbance just yet.
“How was your walk?” Greg left Tom visiting with a few of the hunters who had returned early as he escorted Kelsey to the smallest barn.
“Good, but I think Devin got the same queasy feeling of being watched right before we got back here. Where are we going?”
He picked up the pace, not one to ignore anyone who claimed to sense eyes on them, especially if that someone was Kelsey or Devin. “I’m sure if someone was lurking in the woods, for whatever reason, Devin will find evidence.” Opening the barn door, he ushered her inside, both of them blinking to adjust going from bright sunshine into a darkened space. “This is where we bring livestock to give birth. The separation from the herd is less stressful for mama. This pair,” he paused at the first stall, “will be turned back out to pasture today. The calf is two days old.”
“Oh, he’s so cute.” She frowned, narrowing her eyes as she looked up at him. “I don’t want to know what you breed them for, do I?”
“Probably not. Come over here.” He tugged her over to the next stall, the need to erase the worry clouding her bright blue eyes taking hold as he tried not to think about how hard it was going to be to tell her goodbye. Pulling her in front of him, he braced his hands on the stall door, caging her in. “This little one is only two hours old.”
Kelsey reached up and gripped the door, her hands appearing pale and small next to his much larger and darker ones. The growing compulsion to keep her close and ask her to stay rode him hard, but he had a lot of practice in putting his own needs second to those of the women he chose to get involved with.
He heard the awe in her voice as she whispered, “She can barely stand.”
“It takes a few hours for them to steady themselves, but it’s fun to watch them wobble around.” Dropping his right hand, Greg slipped under her loose tee shirt and caressed the smooth, warm skin of her waist.
Her voice caught as she leaned into his touch. “It… must be hard to part with them. Don’t you get attached?”
“Sometimes. But regardless of feelings, other priorities often take precedence. Tell me,” he insisted in a harder tone as he unhooked the front clasp of her bra and filled his hand with her soft flesh, “any repercussions this morning from last night? It’s not easy for a woman of your size to take two large men, one after the other.”
She sucked in a deep breath as he rasped her nipple and bit her earlobe. “I woke up just fine, thank you. I’m not as delicate as I look.”
“No, you’re not. You’ve managed to surprise me at every turn.” Greg plucked the distended bud, enjoying her quiver.
“Greg.” He pinched her nipple and she gasped, “Sir, please.” Arching her back, she pushed her breasts forward, the move smashing the one in his hand against his palm.
“I love hearing that breathless plea coming out of your mouth.” Bringing his other hand under her top, he kneaded both mounds of pillow-soft flesh and then took hold of her nipples. “Ever climaxed from just nipple play?” he asked, putting pressure on the puckered tips.
Kelsey shook her head. “No. I don’t think I can. Maybe if you…”
Greg spun her around, shoved the top up and lifted her to feast on her breasts. Her legs went around his waist and her arms around his head in a tight hold that smashed her breasts against his face. Gripping her ass, he licked, sucked and nipped her nipples, first one then the other. He didn’t even pause for air before latching onto the opposite side. Opening his mouth, he engulfed as much of the small mass as he could before slowly pulling up, wrapping his lips around the nipple and tugging upward, elongating the tip and lifting her breast. With a sharper bite, he let go and was rewarded with her hand gripping his hair in a tight fist.
“Come for me, little bit,” he ground out as he returned to the left. “Now.” Using his teeth and lips, he latched onto the already reddened, stiff peak and brought her to a screaming orgasm.
Kelsey ground her pelvis against Greg’s rock-hard abdomen as she splintered apart in a tumultuous climax. Riding the waves of pleasure pouring through her gyrating body, that one word she associated with him and Devin repeated itself yet again. More, more, more…
By the time Greg gently unlocked her arms from around his head and lowered her legs, the realization she had come from just nipple stimulation was working its way past the euphoria fogging her mind. Leaning against his comforting strength, the cute ‘baby’ bawl of the newborn calf behind her reached her ears and a giggle tickled her throat.
“Well, that was a first, and in a barn nonetheless.” Kelsey looked up at him and couldn’t resist clasping his whisker-roughed face, going up on her toes and giving him a soft kiss. “Thank you, cowboy.”
“That’s cowboy, sir.” He swatted her butt with a crooked grin before leading her back outside. “Devin must be at the social hall with everyone else. I need to wash up before we head over.”
And she needed a few minutes to compose herself, she thought as she went with him. Not that he gave her a choice. Between him and Devin, one of them remained at her side all day, their hovering nearness and ever-watchful looks a constant reminder of the now viable threat against her. By the time she finished wolfing down a plate of food, she realized how well the two of them had kept her distracted from fretting earlier with their single-minded, hot touches. But now, even surrounded by friendly people gathered for a good time, the despair from Jordan and Theresa’s deception and fear of the unknown crept back up to tighten her chest.
She didn’t want to think about the sudden changes affecting her life or where she would be with the McAllisters once they caught the person responsible. The only distraction that had succeeded in diverting her from the upheaval of her life since coming here was Devin and Greg’s dominant control. She thought of the women she’d met at The Barn, the painful, frightening episodes in their lives they had overcome with help from their Doms and suddenly craved to be around the people who would understand the up and down emotions gripping her and the distracting pleasure of her two, temporary Doms focused attention in that sex-charged atmosphere.
Devin and Greg stood, each taking her hands, but as they started toward the group around the fireplace, she blurted in a tight whisper, “I want to go to the club.”
They must have seen her desperation reflected on her face because instead of replying with an automatic denial, Devin cocked his head and asked, “Now?”
