Chapter Fifteen

Shaw adjusted the shower temperature and waited the thirty seconds it typically took for the water to heat up. Sloane stood a few feet away, her muddy clothes stripped off and her body wrapped in a towel.

After her ordeal, she looked pale and tired. But she was safe and back on The Boot Knockers Ranch.

At least for the time being.

He let the water wash over his fingertips. "Almost warm enough."

"I'm sure it's fine, Shaw."

"You don't know these bungalows. The water sometimes takes a bit to heat up."

"I'll be okay." Her tone told him as much too, but he still didn't want to let her out of his sight, even to get in the shower.

He tested the water one more time before stepping back to allow her into the water. She dropped the towel and stepped under the spray. The low moan of pleasure she issued had his cock stiffening.

Dylan appeared in the doorway with a bottled water that he insisted she needed to stay hydrated. When he entered the bathroom, they both stared at the glorious woman stretching behind the glass door.

Suddenly, she turned her head and looked out. Their figures were probably blurry to her, but she saw they weren't going anywhere anytime soon.

"I'm fine, guys. I promise. You don't have to babysit me."

Shaw moved the basket of expensive soaps and bath oils from a low stool in the corner and took a seat on it. Dylan leaned against the vanity, obviously not budging either.

She twisted back into the spray of water. When she pumped some bodywash into her palm, the scent carried on the steam and hit Shaw in the gut.

God, if anything happened to her, he never could have lived with himself.

He and Dylan waited for her to finish. Shaw was ready with a towel. She took it from his hands, looking up into his eyes for a brief second that stabbed him with even more desire to take her into his arms and shield her forever.

After she dried off, Dylan held up a fluffy spa robe. She came forward and slipped her arms into it. When he turned her to him and knotted the belt around her, she gazed at him for a heartbeat.

"All right, guys. Really—you can quit watching me. I'm not going to collapse. I wasn't hurt. Search and rescue even checked me out."

Shaw reached for her. Clasping his hands around her elbows, he drew her closer to his chest. "If search and rescue had taken any longer to reach you, we were prepared to free you ourselves."

Her sweet lips popped open in surprise. "What were you going to do?"

"We were prepared to pile branches on the mud until we could reach you. Then we were going to smash out a window to pull you out of the car."

Dylan nodded in agreement. Those minutes they had to wait had been some of the worst of Shaw's life, and Dylan's too, if he had to guess.

They all fell silent. Shaw took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom.

She moved to the bed and sank onto the edge. Her small toes curled into the area rug, and she folded her arms around her torso. "I'm going to get a flight out as soon as possible."

In one swift move, Shaw dropped to his knees in front of her. She sucked in a gasp, eyes round.

"Don't go, Sloane. You've got a few more days booked here. Stay. Rest. Recuperate. Have all the facials and hot stone massages and mud baths—"

"I think I'll skip the mud."

Dylan chuckled. "He's right, though, baby. You need a little recovery time after what happened. You don't have to leave just yet. If you want…we won't bother you."

A tiny crease appeared between her brows. She shifted her gaze from Shaw to Dylan and back again. After an endless second, she shook her head. "I don't want that. Do you?"

"No," he said swiftly.

"Hell no," Dylan added.

She issued a shaky breath. "I want you both. I realized it when I was trapped in that car. Shaw…I've always loved you. I knew long ago that I was never going to stop—I'd just have to live with going on without you in my life. And Dylan…" She reached out, and he moved to her side, cradling her hand in his.

"Yes, baby?"

"I've been falling in love with you since the minute you greeted me on that dock." She shook her head again. "That's only going to grow."

Shaw's chest burned with emotions. "How do we make this work then? With the three of us and Marigold?"

The corners of her mouth tipped up in a soft smile at the mention of their daughter. "We talk it through over and over again until we get it right—something we failed to do the first time."

"I was an idiot for walking away."

She cupped his jaw, a tender expression in her eyes he could only describe as forgiveness.

"I've been an idiot for so many years, never owning my feelings or admitting just how lonely I've been." Dylan compressed his lips. "I'm not sure if bull riding is what I want anymore—after seeing fear on both of your faces when I came off that bull, I don't want to ever see it again. I'm not willing to put people I love through that."

A rough noise broke from Shaw. He hooked his hand around Dylan's nape and pulled him close. Sloane dropped her forehead against theirs.

When she finally drew back, she reached for the belt of her robe. They watched her slowly unknot it and clasp the sides where the robe met over her chest. She parted the fabric to reveal her beautiful body, still glowing from the heat of her shower.

Holding Shaw's stare, then Dylan's, she lowered herself to the mattress and held out her arms in invitation.

"I want you both. At the same time." Her whisper sent the hair rippling on Shaw's arms.

His cock pressed against his fly, already throbbing hard. One glance down at the front of Dylan's jeans showed he was in the same state.

"Above all, we're Boot Knockers. Our woman deserves a memorable performance, don't you think?" He cocked a brow at Dylan.

He growled. "Hell yeah." He flicked out a hand and yanked on the end of Shaw's belt, popping it open.

A soft moan escaped Sloane as she watched Dylan work open Shaw's fly and reach inside for his cock.

The instant he wrapped his fingers around the length, all of them groaned. The electricity in the room was something Shaw was growing addicted to. The charge of love formed by initial lust zapped between them.

He reached for the buttons of Dylan's shirt. Each inch of his chiseled body he revealed had his mouth watering for a taste of his lover. The salt and musk of the man mixed with Sloane's sweetness was never going to get old.

When he pinched Dylan's nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, she caressed her bare breasts. The points of her nipples darkened with desire.

Quickly, he stripped off his own clothes. Dylan did the same. With cocks covered in condoms and at the ready, they fell to the bed with their woman. Dylan claimed her mouth while Shaw worked kisses over her breasts and belly. Sliding between her thighs, he snaked out his tongue to taste her.

"Ohhh!"

He looked up at Dylan. "She's soaked. Have a taste."

Holding his stare, Dylan lowered his mouth to her pussy and pressed the point of his tongue against her clit.

"Yes!"

Shaw eased his tongue over Dylan's, over her pussy. He took her channel while their lover captured her clit between his lips. Working her to a hard and fast frenzy was their unspoken goal. They had to get her loose, drenched and ready to receive two men at once.

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Sloane's second orgasm was the best of her life. No, it had to be the third.

Dark curls of lust and passion reached through her body, twisting inside her. She had no idea if binding herself to two men was right or wrong—she only knew that it felt perfect.

And hot.

So. Damn. Hot.

One of her hands rode along Shaw's chest as she settled her pussy over his hard length. The mushroomed head parted her folds, tunneling in. Their gazes locked and held.

Dylan's hands on her ass guiding her down over their lover heightened her arousal. "That's it. Take his cock. All the way, baby. Yesss. Good, baby." His fingers trailed up the seam of her ass, over her pucker. When warm lube trickled over her backside, she clenched around Shaw's erection.

"Fuck, she's tight. I'm going to blow if you don't hurry up and slide into her ass, Dylan." The rough edge in Shaw's voice was an aphrodisiac to her system.

She couldn't stop herself from moving up and down on his length and thrusting back into Dylan's fingers.

One finger entered her. A gasp of need burst from her lips. She threw a glance over her shoulder at the man who'd claimed more than her body.

"Take me. Now!"

His eyes hooded as he sidled up the bed on his knees, cock in hand. He lubed her again, fucked her with two fingers. When she was trembling and gasping, he eased the tip of his cock inside her ass.

Everything they did right now was for her—to please her. They'd never hurt her.

The freedom to love two men, to give herself up to them body and soul, was the last conscious thought she had before Dylan slid his cock inside her, filling her to a bursting pleasure.

"You set the pace, baby." Shaw's lips traced a path over hers. "Take your time to get used to us both at once."

Dylan let out a primal groan. "Being inside your ass has me rethinking my favorite body part."

She issued a throaty laugh and slowly tested a movement. Sliding down on Shaw's cock had Dylan's moving deeper inside her. The sensation stole her mind. With a sharp cry, she let go and stopped thinking of anything but gaining pleasure—and giving it too.

Shaw's fiery gaze burned through her. Dylan's hands on her hips made her wild. She rocked fast, faster…taking all she needed from her two lovers.

The hard nudge of Shaw's cock in rhythm to Dylan's tied a knot in her core that tightened with each move she made. "I'm so close!"

"Don't hold back. Come on his cock. Come on mine." Dylan's voice at her ear sent her up another notch.

When she thought she'd never live through the experience, her release struck like a clap of thunder. She screamed Shaw's name, then Dylan's. The hard push of Dylan inside her ass along with a dark grunt told her that he was pouring his cum out too.

Shaw's throat worked. "I can feel your cock moving against mine. Fuck! I'm—" He never finished the statement because his mouth opened wide and he came in hard thrusts of his hips.

Sloane hung between her men, mind blank to everything but the love pulsing through her entire body.

She'd come to the ranch to find herself again…and she gained something much, much better.

A former hockey player and a bull rider—two men who loved her, who had proved their devotion to her.

Two Boot Knockers to call her own.