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Gran sighed. “Ryder, I’ve been telling you that for years. If I’d known it was a good smack in the head you needed, I would have slapped you myself.”
He put his hands up defensively. “Well, there’s no need now.”
We rode in Lincoln’s patrol car, I in the front passenger seat, Ryder in the back behind the grill like a criminal. I stared at him a long moment from over my shoulder.
“What?” he said.
I smiled. “You look good.”
“That’s not what I’ve been hearing.”
“Ah, Gran’s just being Gran. And Lincoln’s just jealous.”
“Exactly,” said Lincoln.
“You look like a hoodlum,” I said, “swollen lip, bandaged head, riding in the back of a patrol car.”
“And?” he prodded.
I gave him a mischievous smile. “And it suits you.”
Lincoln laughed. “You hear that, Ryder? You just need to get your ass kicked more often then maybe you’ll finally get yourself a girl.”
“I think I’ll stay single,” Ryder replied.
We approached a familiar sight, and I began to feel a familiar electricity flow through my body. I leaned over to Lincoln and said, “Lincoln, we’re coming up to Eagle Creek.”
He didn’t respond.
“What do you say? Maybe we should pull over,” I said prodding him with an elbow. “Kiss and make-up.”
He kept his eyes on the road, didn’t respond, but I could tell he had thoughts running a mile a minute in his head.
I whispered, “Don’t tell me when you saw what you saw that you didn’t wish you were doing more than just watching.”
He tried to stifle the smile forming on his face, but the smile won out. “Maybe just a little,” he said.
“Hey, what are you guys whispering about up there?”
I looked at Ryder from over my shoulder. “We’re going to stop off at Eagle Creek.”
“What for?”
I furrowed my brow. “Ryder, you and Lincoln are heroes. Don’t you know, when the brave men rescue the damsel in distress, they get to reap the spoils?”
22
Ruby
I’d heard that make-up sex is great sex to have. That might be true. But I know something that’s even better: make-up sex with two guys and after three years of animosity and after a near-fatal attack and outside in nature as the sun is setting in the vast Wyoming sky. That’s the best kind of sex to have.
Even though Ryder said he had realized that what had happened to his sister wasn’t my fault and it wasn’t Lincoln’s fault either, I wondered if he didn’t have some lingering aggression to release. He said he didn’t. But the firmness of his grip on me and the fury of his thrusts had me wonder.
On the bank of the creek, with Lincoln holding me up, one arm wrapped around my chest, the other around my waist, Ryder lifted my leg, turned me to the side, and entered me with such brute force I said to him, “Are you trying to punish me?”
My words were covered up by his grunts and my gasps, so much so that the only words that could be heard were ‘punish me’.
Ryder took to the command, and I didn’t correct him. He brought me to the ground and had me straddle him, facing away with my hands gripping his legs as he bucked and thrust. I was his obsession that he wanted to both send far from him yet at the same time enter and bring near, the contradiction kindling the flames of his desire. He took hold of my hair as if it were reins. He slapped my ass and ordered me to go faster and harder.
Lincoln stood a few feet away, watching us. He held his long hard shaft lightly in his hand and locked his eyes on mine.
I reached for him. Ryder grabbed my hand and pulled me down to him. He wrapped his legs around mine, wrapped his arm around my chest, and pinned my body tight against his.
He pulled out and put his mouth to my cheek. His desperate breaths were hot on my skin. I took his cock in my hand and pressed it against my pussy, running my wet labia up and down his shaft with slow undulations.
Ryder glided a firm hand down my flank, across my hips, and over my crotch. He spread his fingers out and ran them covetously through the wet hairs of my pussy. His other hand cupped my heaving breasts. His fingers searched for my hard nipples while his mouth explored the underside of my jaw and neck.
Ryder, you want me so bad. I can feel you’re about to come all over my wet pussy.
Lincoln knelt before me. His eyes swept up and down my body and beamed with appetite. He wet his lips then brought his mouth to my navel. His tongue traced the contour of my belly button. His hands ran firmly from my ankles up to my thighs alternating between the heels of his palms then the tips of his fingers.
