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I closed the door behind us, went to the small heating unit in the wall, turned it on.
Colt went to a dresser, opened one, then another, grabbed towels, tossed one to me.
Lacey stood before us watching, arms crossed, all but shivering.
“Let’s get you dried off,” I said. Taking her cold hand in mine, I wiped down her arm with the soft, white towel. Colt began to dry her other arm.
“Wait,” she said, staring at the glossy wood floor we were dripping on. I watched as she bit her lip, then shivered. We stopped and I flicked a gaze at Colt, worried we were being too forward. But when she looked between us with her teeth pressed into her lower lip, then grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and worked it off—not very easily since it was sodden—I let those worries go.
She took a deep breath and I watched as her breasts rose, then fell, inside the cups of her lacy pink bra.
Holy. Fuck.
“Am I crazy to want you both?” she asked, her voice soft. She took a deep breath, then rushed on. “I mean, I’m a professional woman. I should know what I want and take it. Right? I’m not sixteen. My sister made it more than obvious I’ve been through a…a dry spell. I shouldn’t be nervous. Embarrassed, maybe, but not nervous.”
I dropped to my knees before her, looked up her delectable body to see her dark eyes full of desire and a fair amount of confusion. A woman shouldn’t be wasting her time debating if she should go after what she wanted sexually. If she wanted a hot fuck with two cowboys, she shouldn’t have to think about it. We were here to have fun with her, make her feel good, to learn everything there was about her. While she didn’t know we had long term plans with her, she didn’t need to be afraid of us. No, we wanted her empowered. Bold in her passion.
“Hell, no.” I leaned in and kissed the damp skin of her belly, then looked up at her, the full curves of her breasts…ri
ght…there. “This…us, there’s something here and we want to explore it with you.”
Colt’s hand slid up her back and he deftly undid the back clasp of her bra. Kissing her shoulder, he slid the strap off one shoulder and it fell easily off the other. Lacey let it slide off her and drop to the floor.
Colt’s breath hissed out at the sight of her hard nipples. They were like ripe berries, bright pink and ready to be tasted. I only had to lean in a few inches to take one into my mouth, to feel the firm press of it against my tongue and the roof of my mouth. And when I applied light suction, her hands came to my head, tangled in my hair. Tugged me closer.
Colt cupped her other breast and it didn’t fill up his big palm, but it was high and firm and I was content being on my knees before her all day. But it seemed she had other ideas.
“More,” she gasped.
I pulled away, watched as Colt leaned in and kissed her, his thumb sliding back and forth over her nipple. I got to work, undid the button on her jeans, slid down the zipper. I could see a hint of matching pink lace of her panties and my cock was taking charge. With my fingers at her hips, I tried to work her pants off, but they were too wet.
I growled and stood, all the while putting my shoulder into her belly and tossing her over my shoulder to carry her to the bed. Dropped her on it. Colt had stepped back and moved to the side of the huge mattress, grabbing decorative pillows and tossing them out of the way.
Leaning forward, I tugged at her pants again, worked them down her legs until they tangled around her ankles. With a quick glance at Colt, who seemed as impatient as me, we each grabbed a foot, stripped off her sneakers and socks, then together we got the jeans off her.
Laying before us on the soft bed was an almost naked woman, only her wet, pink lace panties kept her decent. The rain was pounding on the roof, thunder rumbling in the distance. “You’re alone with us, sugar.” My gaze roved over her body, from her lust-filled eyes to her upturned breasts, narrow waist, broad hips, long legs. Every inch of her pale skin was perfect.
“We’re at your mercy,” Colt said. “What are you going to do about it?”
***
Lacey
He tossed me onto the bed. I had to admit, being manhandled by a cowboy was the hottest thing ever. Well, no. Now having the two of them looming over me, their wet shirts clinging to every inch of their rock-hard chests and abs, was the hottest thing. I had a feeling I’d be updating my Hottest Thing status minute by minute, so I stopped thinking. Just decided to act. They wanted me. I couldn’t miss the thick outlines of their cocks. And they were big. I licked my lips, then pushed up so I was on my knees before them. Even being up on the bed, they were still taller.
“I can do whatever I want?” I asked, a smile turning up the corner of my mouth.
Colt nodded, his gaze locked on my body.
“Then you’re wearing too many clothes,” I said.
Micah lifted his hands to his shirt and I shook my head. His fingers stilled.
“Let me.”
I moved closer so my hands rested on his chest. Glancing up, I looked into his pale eyes. They were just as dark and stormy as the weather outside, his wet hair a few shades darker. Droplets of water fell from the longer locks and onto his shoulders. Just as I’d wanted since the moment I laid eyes on them, I grabbed hold of the front of his shirt and tugged.
The snaps gave, just as I expected. My mouth watered as each inch of his chest was exposed. A smattering of light hair was on his chest. It tapered into a narrow line that traveled to his navel. As Micah shrugged out of the shirt and let it fall to the floor, I saw the line continued into his jeans.
