Chapter Eight

The room seemed to shake around Sloane. Each inch that she glided up Dylan's cock, Shaw's hands guided her. Every time she slid down him again, fucking him deep, Shaw was there, touching her.

This wasn't the Shaw she knew. That man was gone, replaced by somebody brand-new. She had to admit, she felt like a child with a shiny toy she couldn't wait to play with.

And Dylan…he was so damn hot. Stretching her with each stroke. Sending her higher and higher toward the peak of pleasure.

When they stopped her on the sidewalk and went down on her, one tongue on her pussy and one on her pucker, she stopped thinking about which man to choose. She'd take them both and walk away with neither. This was what she came here for, right?

Dylan claimed her mouth in an endless kiss. When she felt him tense, she rocked her hips faster and faster, fucking him, wanting to feel him shake apart for her in release.

"Take him, baby. Fuck his cock. Fuck yeah!"

Shaw's dirty encouragement spurred her faster. Her moans were drowned by Dylan's bellow.

He clasped her tightly against him, mouth fused to hers as he jerked his hips with every shot of cum that left his body.

Her pussy clamped down, her orgasm hovering so close she could almost feel the tingle in the base of her spine.

But Shaw pulled her off his cock before she could come. She heard the rip of a condom and knew Shaw meant to take her too.

Dylan trapped her hips in his hands and held her in place while Shaw slipped the rubber-covered tip of his erection up and down her wet folds.

God, he felt just as good after all these years. He knew when to pause with his cock pressing into her clit and when to—

She cried out when he sank balls-deep in one smooth glide.

His hard arm banded around her middle, fucking her while she still straddled Dylan. His sharp teeth grazing her throat always sent her spinning out of control, and he sucked the spot he knew would take her over the edge fast.

All the little things her other lover didn't know. Dylan's stare held hers, and she knew he was taking it all in, learning everything. If he was even the slightest bit jealous that she was being fucked by her ex, his expression didn't reveal it.

"Tell me how he feels inside you." Dylan's heated words slammed her.

For a moment, no words formed on her tongue. Shaw thrust inside her pussy and dragged his length through her soaked walls in a glide that had her shaking.

"He feels…big."

"He is big. Thick too. Is he stretching you?" Dylan's eyes glittered with excitement, and his cock between them grew even harder, as if he hadn't just come.

Her breath came in pants. "He's stretching me. Like you did!"

Shaw issued a low grunt. He churned his hips out of rhythm, and Dylan settled his fingers over her clit, rubbing it, pressing down and releasing until madness overtook her.

She opened her mouth on a silent scream of ecstasy as both men took her release to a pinnacle she'd never even dreamed of.

Shaw's lips were at her ear, roaring in release. Too many hands caressed her naked body.

Opening her eyes, Sloane realized that she'd lost her mind enough that she had no memory of moving. Yet she was stretched out on her back with both of her lovers surrounding her. They'd untied her too, and the rope trailed across the bed like a sexy reminder and a promise of more fun to come.

A set of lips traced a tiny line down her breast. Another mouth closed on her opposite nipple.

Electricity jolted through her body, which was still alive and quaking from what just happened in this bed minutes ago. How much time had passed? For all she knew, it was hours.

She squeezed her eyes shut on the sensation of two men working their magic on her. One she'd spent the past few days learning about. One she knew well…or did she?

Shaw wasn't the same man she'd walked away from. What he was doing with her and Dylan was hot, but now confusion threatened like a black cloud on the landscape of her mind.

Did he want back into her life? What about their daughter?

A tongue teased the tip of her breast into a sharp bud, but she didn't open her eyes to see who owned that tongue. When the bed shifted, she waited for what came next. Her mind wanted to latch on to the why and how of this situation, but a man parted her thighs and buried their tongue in her pussy. She couldn't do anything except feel.

Any cry she'd make was silenced when her other lover captured her lips. Awareness struck, and she stole a peek at Shaw, who was kissing her.

His eyes closed in a serene expression as another man licked her pussy.

He tangled his fingers in her hair, holding her to him, and Dylan cupped her ass, lifting her pussy to feast on.

A strangled noise broke from her. Shaw moaned into her mouth in answer. Tearing free, he stared into her eyes. "Let him eat your pussy. Then I'm taking my turn."

Her core blazed with flames of desire so hot that she'd never come down if this continued much longer.

Two fingers sank deep in her pussy. She clamped on them, milking them the way she had both Dylan's and Shaw's cocks.

Suddenly, a thought hit her. They'd shared a woman once before, and it was clear they enjoyed watching the other administer pleasure…but did they ever touch each other?

Images flitted through her mind like a slideshow, each more scorching than the next. Dylan twisted his fingers inside her, then drew them out while sucking her clit.

Her insides started to shake, and she clutched at his thick hair, riding his tongue while Shaw kissed her and kissed her and…

She burst in a display of Northern Lights. Shockwaves rolled through her, and Dylan's warm tongue molded to her clit, dragging out her release until she grew overly sensitive and collapsed.

Shaw's smile looked damn cocky considering he hadn't actually given her the orgasm.

After she caught her breath, she curled on her side and let Shaw take her into his arms. His touch, his scent, his big chest offered shelter.

The strange thought caught her off guard. Shelter from what? Wasn't he the very person she was here to wipe out of her mind?

Dylan cuddled her from behind in a spooning position. His stiff cock pressed into her ass. He made no demands of her, though, just held her while her heart rate resumed to something normal.

"Why are you guys doing this?" she managed to whisper after a while.

Shaw's brows pinched in a frown that their daughter shared. Just seeing it filled her with a heavy longing to see her daughter again.

She could leave, sure. But what would that gain her?

She could also push Shaw away and demand that he leave her alone.

"We want to give you as much pleasure as possible while you're on the ranch," he answered quietly.

She tried to snag an answer from the cloud of her churning thoughts, but her mind was too high on endorphins after her last orgasm.

"I think our woman's getting tense again, Shaw." Dylan's drawl sent a spike of fresh need through her core.

Shaw's crooked, bad-boy grin made her heart jog as he slowly moved down her body. Dylan hooked his arm around her knee, parting her for Shaw. The whisper of his beard stubble on her inner thighs drew a cry to her lips, but when he buried his tongue in her pussy, she couldn't try to think anymore and submitted to the sensation of being pleasured by two men.

* * * * *

Dylan perched on the edge of the bed, watching the pale blue morning light creep over Sloane's beautiful face. The brushstrokes of light and shadow, and a few pale freckles too, was a masterpiece he couldn't bring himself to look away from.

Their night together—shared with Shaw—had left her in a peaceful slumber.

Shaw stood a few feet away, seemingly in a similar state of shock as Dylan felt. He pulled on his jeans but didn't button them. Then he spent a long heartbeat gazing down at their sleeping lover.

Slicing a hand through his hair, he walked over to an armchair in the corner of the bedroom and sank to it.

"You look as dazed as I feel," Shaw grated out in a tone pitched low enough not to wake Sloane.

His heart launched up his throat. Shaking his head, he battled to make some response. "She's fucking perfect."

Shaw's dark gaze pierced his. "Yup."

He had so many questions. But the one eating at him the most had nothing to do with Sloane and Shaw's past—he was thinking of their future.

He couldn't utter any of the words.

He was a floater in life. He was here right now. Tomorrow could be a different story, and he'd just roll with whatever happened. He didn't call the shots—the universe put him where he was supposed to be.

Finally, he stood from the bed and went into the bathroom. A nice, hot shower always worked to clear his head. He used the technique to get his head on before bull riding. One small mistake could see him injured at best, and the worse alternative was he'd wind up losing his life to a dangerous bull.

Showers also helped him after a ride, where he'd let the hot spray ease all the sore muscles he had from being whipped on the back of a two-thousand-pound beast. It offered him time to replay the ride in his mind and analyze all the moves he'd made that could have made it a perfect score.

The hours spent with Shaw and Sloane were just as hairy as eight seconds on the back of a bull, in his opinion.

Seeing them together, it was obvious they still shared a love for each other. For himself, he liked Sloane—a lot. He thought of Shaw as a good friend and a lover he hoped to enjoy again soon.

But it was hard not to fall in love with their love.

Dylan stood in the expansive luxury shower with several showerheads working their magic. He hardly took note of how good it felt, though, because last night had messed with his head worse than any BDSM scene he'd ever dabbled in or witnessed on that stage.

The steam swirling around him only cleared his mind enough for him to see that he'd lost a little bit of himself to Shaw when they shared that other woman. It hadn't really been about her. Even though she was the focus of their attention, it was Shaw that Dylan wanted.

The crazy thing was, he wanted Sloane in the exact same way.

Best to walk away. Make a clean break. He could go into the office and tell them he needed to leave for the rest of the week.

If Shaw and Sloane got back together, he'd be out of the picture. Since they shared a child, it was only right.

Being together again might show them that they were better apart too, and in that case, Sloane would go home, and Shaw would go back to being his grumpy self.

He turned his face into the spray, letting it run down his body.

Either way, where did that leave him?

* * * * *

Shaw slumped in the leather chair, listening to the drone of Dylan's shower, his stare riveted on Sloane. She always looked stunning, but there was something about her in sleep that brought out the protector in him. The vulnerability revealed in the softening of her features.

He saw the changes two years apart had made. Motherhood had given her a core of steel that only enhanced how lovely she was, but knowing that he'd let her carry that burden alone riddled him with guilt.

His throat burned around the lump that settled there. He still loved her—always would. Seeing her again wasn't just a confirmation—it chiseled the reality in granite. Nothing could ever erase it.

And Dylan. Fuck. Just fuck. Why did he have to give Shaw those looks he did—like he wanted him just as damn much as he wanted Sloane?

Shaw was far from homophobic. Hell, he'd even played hockey with guys who preferred the opposite sex. But what good would it do if Shaw led Dylan on? He'd only hurt his friend.

He had some tough choices to make—now, before Sloane woke up. Leaving her again would cause more damage, and he'd already screwed up in thinking that walking out of her and Marigold's life would cause less pain.

He should give her up again. Let Dylan handle it from here.

Dammit, he didn't want that.

Since no clear answer made itself known, the only thing to do was live in the present. Sticking around her and Dylan seemed the better option.

At least it would get Sloane on her journey to healing—her reason for coming to The Boot Knockers Ranch. Staying involved with Dylan might smooth things over between them, until the point where they could return to normal everyday life.

For Shaw? It would be the equivalent of taking a hockey stick to the face and getting knocked out.

He issued a low sigh. He'd take the pain, shoulder the burden for all three of them. So what could he do to keep all of them happy right this minute?

Food was a necessity. He could manage that easily by ordering a tray from the dining hall. Then what?

He flipped through several options in the ranch schedule. The BDSM show was over for the week…and look where that landed the three of them. The night might have been mind-blowing, but it had created more problems.

Tonight's entertainment was taken care of with rodeo night. The guys competed in real rodeo events, and Dylan would be showing off in all his glory. Shaw wasn't cut out for rodeos, especially with his leg injury still nagging at him daily, but he could still sit a horse.

He turned his head to look out the window. Horses grazed in the pasture in the distance, giving him the spark of an idea. They could take Sloane horseback riding, the perfect segue to rodeo night.

Then when Dylan came out of the arena, bruised and sore after his bull ride, he and Sloane could make him feel all better.

He was on his feet before conscious thought kicked in. Crossing the room to reach the bathroom, he tossed a glance at Sloane to make sure she was still asleep. When he tested the door, the handle turned.

Steam fogged the air, but he could make out Dylan in the shower, one hand braced on the wall, head bowed.

Shaw's stomach dipped. Was the man just as tormented as he was? Hell.

He shoved his jeans off and stepped into the shower. Dylan didn't turn. Only the muscle of his shoulder rippling alerted Shaw that he acknowledged that someone had joined him.

Standing naked in the shower with a man didn't feel as odd as he might have once thought. He released the air he'd held contained in his lungs and reached out a hand to touch Dylan.

His palm settled on his chiseled side. Still, Dylan didn't move or even twitch. Water sluiced over his bowed head and ran down his nape and the spine that was layered in muscle earned from hard work and the conditioning it took to stay in competitive bull riding.

With a pounding urge to give the man some ease, he skated his hand down his body, over his ribs to his hip. When he ran his hand around to Dylan's cock, he felt the man jerk.

Before he could order him to leave, he locked an arm around Dylan's middle and wrapped his fingers around his cock. Dylan let out a groan, then a louder one when Shaw gave his cock a slow jack, rolling the head through his fingers.

He could do this for his friend—lover. He wanted to give him this release.

Running his cock through his fist, squeezing the head, he skated his other hand up Dylan's chest and pinched his nipple. The sharp intake of breath told him how much he enjoyed that.

His body moved in Shaw's grip. Releasing his cock, he reached over and pumped some bodywash into his hand. Soaping up his lover's cock, massaging the soap into his balls, while teasing each of his nipples, had Shaw's own cock seeping precum.

He could don a condom and slide into Dylan's ass like he did once before. But he wasn't taking his own ease today—this was for Dylan.

Every flick of his wrist pulled another low gasp from him. His thick length strained in his grip. The pulsing steel felt good in his hand, and he closed his eyes, reveling in the act of giving.

When he slid his hand around to his cheeks and ran one finger between the hard planes of Dylan's ass, over his pucker, his spine bowed.

"Your fingers," he grated out.

He worked some of the soap over the tight ring before slipping in two fingers. "Like this?"

Dylan growled in response. His cock grew harder in his grasp, and he pumped it faster in time to the stroke of his fingers. He easily located the spot that made Dylan writhe and blanked his mind to anything but his lover's responses.

He bowed. He rocked. He bucked his hips. When his ass clamped on his fingers hard and his cock stiffened even more, Shaw's own cock streamed with pent-up desire.

Dylan's muffled roar and the spurts of cum creaming over his hand in time to the pulse in his ass went on and on for long seconds.

Shaw's insides warmed. Something he'd learned on the ranch was that giving pleasure had a high of its own.

Slowly, he pumped his cock for another minute and slid his fingers free. Then he stepped out of the shower, leaving his lover alone.