Chapter 5

5

Cassie

No matter how hard I try, I can’t calm my racing heart.

I tried a detour to the stables, hoping the horses would ease my nerves. I ate some chocolate. I did jumping jacks. Yet here I am, almost to Miles’s bunkhouse and I’m surprised my pounding pulse hasn’t woken up the whole farm.

This is happening.

I’m going to meet Sam and Miles.

They’re going to make love to me.

Earlier today, I had so much courage. Part of me still can’t believe I challenged these two men to overcome their differences and give me the fantasy I never knew I needed. I barely recognized myself in the pasture—but it felt good.

It felt right.

This feels right, but I’m also a little worried I’ve gotten myself in over my head. Losing my virginity would be scary with one powerful, experienced man.

I’ve gone and wrangled two of them.

Miles won’t let anything happen to me. I keep reminding myself of that solid, undeniable fact. Miles would burn the world to ash before he let harm come to me. And Sam. Sam I’ve only known less than twelve hours, but there’s faith inside me that one day, my trust in him will match the excitement he stirs in my tummy.

I take one last glance back toward the main house to make sure all the lights are out, then I ascend the steps to Miles’s bunkhouse, knocking softly on the door.

My nipples turn to hard buds remembering the way Miles let me know we were on for tonight. Just as the sun was setting in the sky, Miles approached me in the stables. He came up behind me, his hand circling my throat, covering the choker I still haven’t taken off. “Midnight,” he said, squeezing.

With that, he walked away.

Heck if I didn’t almost have an orgasm, right then and there.

As it was, it took me a good five minutes to pick my wits up off the ground and return to the house. To take a bath, put on my softest nightshirt and wait.

Miles opens the door wrapped in a hungry demeanor he’s never fully shown me—and it’s so potent and promissory that I know for certain, the wait is over. A tremor snakes through his jawline and he steps aside, revealing the interior of his bunkhouse, doused in the glow of lamplight.

And Sam.

He sits in a chair on the far side of the room, his head bowed and tipped toward the door, hot eyes tracking my movements, his expression dangerous and desperate, hands clasped tightly together between his legs.

I’m a lamb that’s wandered from the meadow into wolf territory.

Willingly.

The door clicks shut behind me, setting off a sharp firework in my belly. Miles settles a hand around the back of my neck and I moan at the warm, unexpected pressure, my legs going weak.

“Look at her. She comes to us in a nightshirt with her panties peeking out. Does she really think we need any more help hitting our breaking points?” Miles’s hand climbs higher into my hair, fisting the thick strands, and I struggle to keep my balance, it feels so good. Like I’ve been waiting forever to have this man touch me in any way. “Do you see those innocent nipples through her shirt?”

“Yes,” Sam answers raggedly.

Miles’s tongue teases the skin of my neck. “If you’re lucky, I might let you suck them.”

“Might?” I whisper, a line forming between my brows.

“Might,” the man behind me confirms, his hardness pressing to the curve of my bottom. Grinding. “Last chance to run away, Cassie. We want to give you pleasure, but Jesus Christ, look at us. Look at how our obsession with you has taken hold. We haven’t even fucked you yet. What do you think we’ll be like after?”

Sam sits back in his chair, revealing the bulge in his jeans. “Do you want to find out, baby?” His golden eyes are almost otherworldly in the lamplight. “Be sure.”

Since I walked in the door, I’ve grown wetter than I can remember being in my whole, admittedly short, life. There’s a humming vibration in my belly, yearning radiating from every nerve ending. I can barely stand I’m inundated by such desire for these animals to unleash themselves on me.

It feels like a homecoming. Where I’m meant to be.

Theyfeel like where I’m meant to be.

“I’m sure,” I whisper, sagging back against Miles.

Both men whisper a prayer of relief. “One more thing,” Miles rasps against my ear. “I make the rules, Cassie. Do you agree to that?”

Relief lets me know this is the right thing. This is one of the many reasons I needed Miles and Sam. Miles for his protective nature. His knowledge of me. The way he makes me feel coveted. Needy. Sam for his explosive hunger and the promise of more than I could ever imagine. “Yes. I agree.”

“Good girl.” I can sense him staring hard at Sam over my shoulder. “No fucking her tonight, understand? Not yet, no matter how badly that virgin hole tempts us. She had her first kiss less than twenty-four hours ago. Hasn’t even seen a man’s cock yet, let alone taken two at the same time. We break her in slowly.”

“The last thing I want to do is scare her,” Sam says, coming to his feet slowly. “But hell, I need a taste of something. Any part of her. I’m dying.”

Miles grunts. “Sam, go sit on the couch in the living room.”

Sam hesitates. At first I think his pride is getting in the way of doing as Miles asks, but the hunger banked in his eyes tells a different story. Like he doesn’t mind the order as much as he’s letting on. With a smirk in Miles’s direction, Sam strips off his white T-shirt before swaggering to the living room, the low light kissing his flexing, tattooed brawn all the way, the muscles of his thighs testing the confines of his jeans. My God, how did two of the sexiest, most masculine men on the planet happen to end up in the same place at the same time? The universe must be imbalanced.

“Come,” Miles says, picking me up in his arms and following after Sam. We stop in front of the couch where Sam has flopped down, one arm thrown over the back of the cushions. His posture is casual, but his eyes are almost black with thirst.

For me.

My pulse races in response.

“Seems to me, we better start off on even ground,” Miles says, voice low. “I got to kiss her last night. Now you get a turn.”

Sam’s chest starts to heave. “Please.”

Miles strokes a hand over my hair. “Straddle him, Cassie. Just like you’re riding a horse.”

Breathless, I settle one knee onto the couch and then the other, my backside settling onto Sam’s thighs. We’re still kind of far apart, but his magnetism is almost too much to bear up close. True to Miles’s comparison to riding a horse, Sam does remind me of a stallion that has yet to be broken.

“Scoot closer,” Miles says, leaning down to kiss my neck. “Just a little. I don’t want your pussy touching his cock yet. I don’t want to have to haul him off you when he can’t help himself and tries to fuck it.”

“Okay,” I whisper, easing my thighs open a little and inching forward on denim-covered muscle while Sam groans, as if I’m hurting him. “L-like this?”

“Yes. That’s far enough.”

Sam leans in, breathing hard, stopping a mere inch from my mouth. “Let me taste her. I need to fucking taste her.”

A beat passes. “Kiss.”

Sam’s shaking fingers tunnel in my hair, his mouth preying almost violently on mine. At the first twist of our lips on top of each other, he chokes out a sound and opens his eyes. I open mine at the same time and we’re both visibly stunned by the current that sizzles through us. It’s similar to the one I felt kissing Miles last night, but this one is more restless and erratic, as opposed to consuming and drugging.

His tongue works into my mouth and presses deep, dragging in and out, his hands wild in my hair, keeping me close. Beneath me, his body shifts impatiently, like a line inside of him is getting ready to snap. There’s a yen, deep in my being, begging me to soothe the frayed edges inside Sam, and I do, I can’t help it. I take the sides of his bristly face in my hands and give him my tongue, moaning when he sucks on it. When he growls against my lips, “Christ, what is that taste?” He searches my face. “What is it?”

“Heaven,” Miles rasps. I hear a hollow sound behind me and sense Miles has gone down on his knees. My theory is confirmed when his chest presses to my back. “Sam, keep control of yourself. I’m going to show you her tits.”

Looking down, I watch Miles’s hands gather the hem of my nightshirt, tugging it up and over my head. When my breasts are revealed, Sam’s eyes widen and he lunges forward, but Miles puts a hand out to catch his shoulder, stopping Sam from putting his mouth on me.

“I said, control yourself,” Miles says in a hard voice.

“How can I?” He licks his lips. “They’re so fucking smooth and sweet.”

“Yes, they are. Proof God sent her to tempt us.” Miles kisses my bare shoulder, his hands lifting to cup and squeeze my breasts from behind. “Ah, Jesus. Feel how supple they are.”

Sam extends a hand toward my chest, his Adam’s apple moving up and down as his fingertips graze one of my nipples, a shot of sensation straight to my core making me gasp and toss my head back on Miles’s shoulder. “Please, I need to suck them,” Sam whispers thickly.

Both of Miles hands are on my breasts now, rubbing them in gentle circles, swamping me in heat. Sam’s mouth hovers inches away from the puckered tips, waiting, panting. Finally, Miles lifts them higher, offering them to Sam. “Go easy. Treat them like the treasures they are.”

Sam swallows audibly and nods. I can’t help but arch my back the closer he gets, his hot breaths feathering my nipples and making them harder. I’m whimpering by the time he touches the tip of his tongue to my right nipple, a shudder going through him. And then he takes the puckered peak fully into his mouth and worries it between the roof of his mouth and the flat of his tongue.

Lust crashes through me, scalding and thick. It almost hurts to look down and see Miles holding my breasts while Sam feasts on them, because the picture it makes is so erotic. Oh, and the sounds Sam makes, groaning brokenly, his tongue lapping at me, suckling, his face contorting with pain every so often. Am I doing that to him?

“Fuck,” Sam says in a rush, pulling back. “She’s going to make me come, whining and pushing them at me like that.”

Is that what I’m doing?

Yes.

I can’t help it.

Sam’s mouth, Miles’s hands…I’ve been missing them all along.

More more more.

Miles’s right hand lets go of my breast and trails down my stomach, cupping my womanhood, and I cry out, my body convulsing wildly between the two men. “Miles!” I sob. “S-Sam.”

“Goddamn,” Miles breathes in my ear. “Her panties are dripping wet. I reckoned a virgin wouldn’t be able to handle us fucking her too soon. But look at her…”

“Oh, I’m looking.” Sam licks his lips. “You dick-starved, baby?”

“Certainly seems that way,” Miles responds. “She’s a horny little thing. Still, I’m not taking any chances.”

I rest my head back on Miles’s shoulder and look him in the eye, his face a mask of pure starvation. “It’s not taking chances if it’s you two.”

Miles lowers his mouth to mine, flickering his tongue into my mouth, teasing my tongue until I’m kissing him back in desperation, my hips writhing on Sam’s knees while he fondles my breasts.

Miles breaks contact with a grunt. “We already know Cassie is special. But I’m starting to think there’s something special about her pussy. It’s primed for what it doesn’t understand. She might not be overwhelmed if we fuck her tonight.” Miles’s middle finger traces the slit of my sex through my panties and an orgasm wells up in my belly, painful, ready to pop. “I think it’s the intensity of her own pleasure that might overwhelm her. Won’t it, Cassie?”

“I don’t know,” I manage, biting my tongue so I won’t beg him to put that big, manly finger inside me. What would it feel like? And what does Miles mean when he says I could be overwhelmed by pleasure? I’ve been touching myself since I went through puberty and my orgasms have always been immediate and satisfying. Although I’ve never had this buildup of pressure before. Not even close. It’s taken hold of my bones and made me a slave to sensation. Is he right? Is my body somehow…unique?

Sam’s tongue licks a path between my breasts and up the center of my throat, snapping at my chin with his teeth. “If we’re not fucking her, what are we going to do with her?”

Miles snaps the waistband of my panties, making me gasp. “Tonight? She’s getting her pretty pussy eaten.”

“Yes,” Sam breathes, leaning back, putting the juncture of my thighs under his hot regard. “Who gets the first taste?”

A beat passes. “God knows I’d kill for that first lick, but I’m hell bent on popping that cherry when the time comes.” Miles drags his open mouth across my shoulder. “Wouldn’t be fair to claim both honors, so it’s your lucky night, Sam. Get on your back.”

My blood is lethargic and charged all at once, fire racing over my skin. This is happening. Sam is going to put his mouth on me…there. He’s already lying down on the couch, his shirtless, inked chest heaving, his hands clenching at the couch cushions in anticipation. “But, Miles. Sh-shouldn’t I get on my back for that?”

“Remember to trust me, little girl.”

I nod slowly, standing only long enough for Miles to work the panties down my legs—leaving me flushed and naked. By the time I climb back onto the couch, walking on my knees to kneel over Sam’s mouth, his muscled body is covered in a fine sheen of sweat and he can’t seem to stop pulling and squeezing the erection, which lies trapped in his jeans. “Son of a bitch. That pussy is so tiny and juicy. I can’t believe I get to lick it.” He rubs vigorously at his bulge, the veins standing out on his neck. “Fuck. Don’t come. Don’t come.”

Miles’s hands mold to my bottom, working the flesh roughly and helping to position me over Sam’s face. “It wouldn’t be the first time she made a man in this room come in his pants. Just by existing.” His hands guide me down, down, until Sam’s lips meet my sex, pushing the folds apart for his tongue. “There’s no help for it. But you better make damn sure she creams, too.”

Sam’s tongue slides through the split of my femininity, traveling over the hole that’s never been breached. A fire lights in my tummy and I fall forward over the arm of the couch, gasping for air. Oh. Oh my. I never suspected anything could feel so decadent. It’s a friction unlike anything else. Certainly better than my own fingers or my pillow.

“How’s that pussy taste?” Miles asks.

Sam moans hoarsely in response, his tongue moving, moving—and then I see stars. His stiff upper lip brushes my clit, his tongue snaking out and agitating it. “Oh my God.” My body seems to move on its own, thighs widening, climbing closer and circling my sex on Sam’s giving mouth. Pumping my hips against it. Am I being inappropriate? I don’t know what I’m doing. I just know it feels so good and if he stops I’m going to scream. “Sam, Miles, Sam, Miles,” I chant in time with my grinds, my eyes blind.

“Goddamn, look at her wiggling that pussy all over your fucking mouth. We’ve found ourselves a little hot to fuck virgin.” Vaguely, I hear the sound of a zipper coming down behind me and Miles says, “I need to get in on this.”

I have no experience, but not in a million years could I gave guessed the next thing I would feel is Miles’s tongue between the cheeks of my backside. He swipes his tongue through that shallow valley with a grunt, spits on it, jiggles my cheeks in his big hands, and then his tongue starts to slide around the—apparently sensitive—rim of my back entrance.

My head is going to explode.

My last coherent thought is, Miles was right and Miles is always right when it comes to me. Because I can barely handle this dual pleasure. Sam bathes my clit with fast strokes of his tongue, while Miles feasts on a place I never knew could deliver a punch of pleasure. My hips are pistoning and I can’t seem to make them slow down or stop and my clit, oh my God, it’s swelling so quickly, it hurts. It’s glorious—

“Oh. Oh! Yes!” My cries echo around the room, an eruption of bliss taking place deep, deep in my loins. Deeper than ever before. “Sam. Miles!”

There’s a guttural sound from Miles and then I feel hot, heavy drops landing on my bottom, the sound of a wet chafing filling the room. Sam still licks at me with desperate groans, his hands on my butt cheeks now, even though they’re covered in what I think is Miles’s spend, yanking me forward so he can continue to tongue me. And when he shouts an epithet against my clit, I sense he’s found his pleasure somehow, too, the vibration of his bellow hitting me, shaking me anew.

A second orgasm wells up and pummels me, catching me off-guard, and I scream, grinding my flesh down on Sam’s mouth, trying to explore every corner of the immeasurable pleasure. Miles’s lips move on my neck, soothing me with words and telling me I’m beautiful and suddenly, I go boneless, dropping like a stone from the clouds, all the way to the ground.

The last thing I remember is both men standing above me, staring down at my replete body in wonder.

“How can she be real?” Sam asks, raking a hand through his hair.

Miles starts to pace behind him, his jaw flexing. “I don’t know. Maybe she’s a goddamn angel like I’ve suspected all along.”

“She certainty tastes like one,” Sam rasps. “Fuck, the way she moved…”

Miles stops beside Sam and brushes a strand of hair out of my face. “I know one thing. I was a fool to try and fight this.” His fingertips trace the curve of my lips and I can’t help nuzzling his palm. “Cassie. My soul.”

“Our soul,” Sam says quietly.

Miles nods slowly.

Their quiet show of solidarity soothes me and I give in to sleep, knowing the men to whom I’ve given my heart will keep me safe.

But I know nothing of the adventure ahead…