Chapter 6

6

Miles

I’ve just crested the hill on the back of my horse, heading back to the stables after my morning ride, when I see Cassie. She’s just left her house and is skipping down to meet me, as usual, so I can saddle her favorite mare and send her off on a ride. I usually wait and we take the outing together, but I needed to work off some of this excess lust before I saw her this morning.

Jesus.

After last night, she must have an idea of the sensual power she wields. Normally, she would wear jeans and a tank top around the farm, maybe a girly dress on occasion, but today’s she’s wearing tight, frayed jean shorts that don’t even cover her ass cheeks. And a low, V-neck T-shirt tied up underneath her tits.

The lust I tried to work off during my ride comes roaring back now, hardening my dick, and I’m not sure I can wait a full day to be inside her. It’s an impossible feat now that I know what she can do.

Every time I blink, I see her tight ass riding Sam’s mouth unabashedly, her lithe thighs flexing, that blonde hair cascading down her back. I hear nothing but her throaty little whimpers when I licked her asshole. How much she loved it. How much she loved everything we did to her, how hard she came—and it was only the tip of the iceberg.

Cassie is going to fuck like a dream.

I need to get inside her so bad, I know I shouldn’t go into the stables. If she flashes those big blue eyes at me, I’m going to take her on hands and knees in the dirt, right there in plain view of her daddy’s house.

Sam would probably put a knife in my back over it. I wouldn’t blame him, either. My feelings for Cassie were already rock solid, but they’ve grown into something fiercer, more consuming, and I’m starting to believe Sam’s affection for her is genuine, too. How could anyone not fall for Cassie? So yeah, I have no doubt he wants Cassie body and soul, same as me, but that doesn’t mean I trust him.

Not yet.

Before I left for my ride this morning, I made a call to the sheriff’s office with an inquiry, just to be cautious. I’m waiting to hear back from him now. It’s not every day a man shows up out of thin air from Boston, wanting to work on a farm. I’ve been keeping Cassie safe from day one and I’m not going to stop now.

Even if last night, this thing between the three of us…felt real.

Felt like breathing.

I consider circling back around and taking another ride, so I won’t do something regrettable with Cassie in the stables, but I can’t resist her pull. I dismount my horse at the entrance and walk him into the haze, the sound of soft whinnies greeting my ears. Automatically, my gaze seeks her out, but it lands on someone else first.

It’s Mooney, one of the horse trainers.

He’s staring over the side of the horse stall where I keep Cassie’s mare, one hand down his pants, jerking himself off furiously. Rage fires off like a rocket inside me and I lunge farther into the stable, my vision turning red.

“Hey,” I bark. “What the fuck are you doing?”

The closer I get to the scene, I see Cassie is innocently feeding her mare a carrot while this pervert masturbates to the sight of her.

Without waiting for an answer, I grab the trainer by the front of his shirt and cold cock him, sending a spray of blood shooting from his nose. He stumbles back with a cry and falls to the dirt floor with his penis flopping out.

“Get up and get the fuck out. Don’t ever come back here.”

“You can’t fire me.”

I unbuckle my belt and whip it off, slapping the length of leather against the ground, kicking up dust. “I guess I could kill you instead.”

Mooney scrambles to his feet, zipping himself up with trembling hands, and runs from the barn. Anger still courses through my veins, but my worry for Cassie trumps all, especially when I turn and find her pale-faced, just outside the stall.

“What was he doing?” she whispers.

It hits me in that moment that this is my fault. If I’d been waiting there for Cassie, like I do every morning, Mooney would have known better than to even look at my girl. “What do you think he was doing?” My voice is harsher than intended, but I can’t help it. The whole situation could have ended up so much worse. She could have been hurt. I start forward, backing Cassie into the stall, not stopping until her back hits the wooden divider. “Don’t you know you’re dressed like a fucking wet dream? No. You are a wet dream, little girl. And you need to understand the effect you have on men.”

“Why are you yelling at her?” Sam grits out, walking into the stall, splitting a questioning look between the two of us.

“I came in here and found the horse trainer watching Cassie.” My lip curls in disgust. “He was touching himself.”

Cassie turns pink.

Sam curses, then seems to notice Cassie’s attire for the first time. “Well I think I’m up to speed on why Miles was yelling at you,” he says drily, fingering the frayed edge of her jean shorts. “Baby, you can make a man come in his pants from a block away. How about covering up some of this smooth, young skin before we lose our goddamn minds?”

She shifts in her cowboy boots. “I thought you’d both like it.”

Sam tilts his hips up, drawing Cassie’s wide blue eyes to his erection. “That look like I don’t like you wearing a tight T-shirt and no bra, baby?”

I grip my own hard cock. “We do. We like it too much,” I mutter, dipping my mouth to her cheek to kiss her delicious blush. “Problem is, so does everyone else.”

“And that doesn’t make us happy.” An unholy glint shines in Sam’s eyes. “It makes us want to kill.”

“Oh,” she whispers, unevenly. “I didn’t realize.”

I take Cassie’s wrist and tug her off the wall and up against my chest. “Now that you do, how about you kiss us good morning?”

Her eyelashes flutter. “Right here?”

She’s right to be nervous. There’s every chance her father could walk in and see us, but even the threat of being caught can’t quell my urgency to touch Cassie. Her fresh morning scent, her earnest expression, the goodness radiating from her robs me of common sense. “Yes. Right here.”

Seeming hypnotized by my mouth, Cassie goes up on her toes and I drag her up the remaining distance, securing my forearm beneath her buttocks. She wraps her arms around my neck trustingly, her legs circling my hips. “Mmmm.” I bounce her several times on my cock, my balls filling with weight at the sight of her shaking tits. “That’s a good girl. You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes, Miles,” she hiccups.

Sam is standing behind Cassie, his eyes glued to her ass, and I nod at the man, telling him without words to come closer. It’s not so much that I need him close, it’s that I know Cassie needs it. That makes it my priority.

She turns pliant as soon as Sam’s front presses to her back, her ass notching into his lap, her eyelids drooping. As if a switch has been flipped and suddenly everything is right in her world. I love giving that to her, even if this is new, unexplored terrain for me and I’m a man set in his ways. If this doesn’t prove I would give anything to see her happy, nothing will. And there might be a part of me I don’t understand yet that gets satisfaction from watching the gold in Sam’s eyes sharpen, his appreciation of this beautiful creature matching mine. We’ve stumbled upon the earth’s most incredible secret together and it’s hard to ignore the growing bond that has created between us.

As if we share a mind, Sam gathers Cassie’s blonde hair back, just as I move in for a kiss, parting her sweet lips with mine, basking in the way her inexperience leaves her without pretense. She’s sweet and eager like nothing else, her breath catching every time our tongues stroke together, every time I roll my hips forward, treating her pussy to some friction and grinding her ass into Sam’s lap at the same time—

“Like I said, we’ve had a good season…”

All three of us go deathly still at the sound of her father’s voice in the stables. Footsteps pass by the stall on the far side, avoiding the entrance where we would definitely be seen. A long silence passes, followed by her father’s laughter. He must be on the phone. Guilt is alive and kicking inside me, but there’s not enough of it to put Cassie down. I’m not sure anything could make me set her down and walk away.

I meet Sam’s eyes over her shoulder and he seems to be having the same thought. She’s chosen us and she’s ours. Period.

“Sure, come on down to the farm and I’ll bring you out into the field…” comes my employer’s voice, on the other side of the partition. “Any time.”

“Give Sam his turn,” I whisper to Cassie, nudging her forehead with mine.

Her blue eyes widen a little, but there’s excitement there, too. Maybe even some relief that we’ve laid claim to her, even over her father. That proof of our three-way commitment sends a pulse of energy through us and Cassie is panting by the time she tips her face back, giving Sam her mouth, while I dry hump her from the front. The phone conversation continues out in the stable, a man oblivious to the fact that two men are making a meal of his daughter in one of the stalls.

Cassie breaks from Sam’s kiss and launches back at me, our mouths wild, while Sam bites and licks her neck. If we don’t stop, we’re going to take her virginity in broad daylight with her father less than twenty yards away. I’m supposed to be the one in control here, but her needy, little whimpers are driving me insane. Sam’s hips pump eagerly against her bottom, creating friction between her pussy and my prick, and I recognize we’re at the point of no return.

I need her first time to be special, though.

Away from this place where distractions lie.

Where it can just be us.

“Tonight,” I say, tearing my mouth away from hers with an effort. “Tonight, Cassie. Be ready to leave.”

Her beautiful eyes are dazed. “Where are we going?”

“Camping.”