And the Ranch Hand Makes Three

And The Ranch Hand Makes Three By Paige Tyler

Copyright © 2011 by Paige Tyler All Rights Reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission from the author. Cover Art by Gemini Judson

Other Books by Paige Tyler Karleigh’s Cowboys Security Risk The Postman Always Comes Twice Cindra’s Bounty Hunter Pirate’s Woman Dead Sexy Ghost Hunter Good Cop, Bad Girl Mr. Right-Now Just Right Erotic Exposure Unmasked Sexy Secret Santa If You Dare Animal Attraction Animal Instinct Librarian By Day Protective Custody Vampire 101 Samantha and the Detective Kayla and the Rancher The Magic Spell The Ambassador’s Daughter Not the Man She Thought

Nosy By Nature The Cutler Brothers Series (Cade, Madoc and The Cutler Brides) Spicing Up Her Marriage Taking Her Friend’s Advice It’s Just a Job All She Wants for Christmas The Trouble with New Year’s Resolutions Austin Malone, Private Eye The Girl Next Door Caught Red-Handed Bridezilla A Date for the Wedding

Dedication With special thanks to my extremely patient and understanding husband, without whose help and support I couldn’t have pursued my dream job of becoming a writer. You’re my sounding board, my idea man, my critique partner, and the absolute best research assistant any girl could ask for! Thank you.

And The Ranch Hand Makes Three In this sequel to Karleigh’s Cowboys, Heather Collins and her husband Clint hire hunky new ranch hand Blaine Saunders. While he clearly has the qualifications to work on a ranch, Heather and Clint are more interested in how good he is in bed. Clint gets turned on by watching his wife have sex with other men, and since Heather is more than happy to oblige, she doesn’t waste any time seducing Blaine. She and the new ranch hand go from knocking boots in the barn to putting on a show for her husband before finally engaging in a kinky threesome that involves bondage, spanking and some scorching hot sex for all three of them.

Chapter One Maybe the next few weeks weren’t going to be as boring as she thought. Not if the new ranch hand turned out to be as good in bed as he looked sitting in that chair. Heather Collins took in Blaine Saunders’ ruggedly chiseled jaw, penetrating eyes and killer body, her gaze running over all six-foot-four inches of him as if he were one of her prized horses. Dang, he was put together. Holden and Mav might come back from visiting Karleigh in New York City to find they had some competition. Then again, the two cowboys might be too tired from pleasuring her friend to care—at least for a week or so. From where she sat perched on the edge of the desk, Heather listened with half an ear as her husband Clint discussed Blaine’s qualifications for the job. She knew she should be asking questions, but she couldn’t quite figure out how to work the topic of favorite sex positions into the conversation. Besides, she was too caught up in those mesmerizing blue eyes of his to form a coherent sentence. “Anything to add, hun?” Heather gave herself a mental shake at her husband’s smooth, Texas drawl and gave both men a smile. “I think you covered everything.”

Except whether their new ranch hand liked to put a woman over his knee and spank her, of course. With those big, strong hands it would be a crime if he didn’t. “Then I think we’re done,” Clint said to Blaine. “You can start tomorrow.” Her husband stood. Blaine did the same, extending his hand first to Clint, then to her. His palm was slightly calloused from days spent riding horses and roping cattle, and a delicious, little shiver went through her at his touch. That hand would feel so good warming her ass. “Ma’am,” he said. She smiled. “We’re not formal around here. Call me Heather.” He flashed her a grin. “Heather then.” Blaine’s hand lingered on hers for just a little longer than might have been wise considering her husband was standing right there, but Clint’s sensuous mouth only twitched in amusement. “I’ll show you out,” Clint told their new ranch hand. Blaine gave her a nod, then turned and followed Clint out of the office. Heather’s eyes automatically went to his ass. Damn, he looked good in a pair of jeans. Probably even better out of them. She shook her head. Thirty minutes with the man and she was already

undressing him. Her husband had positively corrupted her. Speaking of her better half, where was he? Heather was just wondering if Clint decided to give Blaine a tour of the ranch now instead of waiting until tomorrow when her handsome, dark-haired husband walked in. “What do you think of Blaine?” he asked as he closed the door. “I think he’s very nice.” “That doesn’t answer my question.” She leaned back on one hand and absently twirled her long, red hair around a finger of the other. “I can’t really say until I see him without a shirt.” Clint’s mouth quirked. “You should have told me. I would have asked him to take it off for the interview.” “Don’t you think he would have found that a little odd?” “I’d just tell him your main criteria for hiring a ranch hand is a nice set of pecs.” She laughed. That wasn’t really a lie. “Don’t forget muscular biceps. And a big, hard cock.” Her husband wrapped his arms around her, pulling her upright. “I don’t think you have to worry about that. He’s definitely packing some heat.” Heather looped her arms around his neck. “He did

have quite the sizeable bulge in his jeans, didn’t he?” Clint chuckled. “Thanks to this obscenely short skirt you’re wearing. He couldn’t take his eyes off you or your sexy legs the entire time he was here.” She felt her face color despite herself. After all the kinky things she and Clint had done since they got married, she couldn’t believe she still knew how to blush. “Now that I think about it, you seemed pretty distracted yourself.” Her husband slipped his fingers under her chin, tilting her face up. “You were thinking about having sex with Blaine the whole time I was talking to him, weren’t you?” Her color deepened. “Maybe just a little bit.” “I bet you wanted to unbutton his jeans and give him a blowjob right in the middle of interviewing him for the job, didn’t you?” She looked at Clint from beneath her lashes. “You caught me. But I’d only do it because it would turn you on like crazy.” He bent to nuzzle her neck, one of his hands cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her tank top. “I’m hard just thinking about it.” Heather ran her hand down the front of his shirt and over his big belt buckle to the huge erection straining against his jeans. “Mmm, you are hard.”

He kissed his way up to her ear. “Imagining you wrapping those beautiful lips of yours around another man’s cock does it to me every time.” That wasn’t something a wife heard every day. Luckily for her husband, she got just as aroused by the thought as he did. She gave him a firm squeeze through his jeans. “Just think how excited you would have gotten if I’d actually kneeled down between Blaine’s legs and took him in my mouth.” Clint made a sound that was half groan, half growl. “You’re a bad girl for teasing me like this. And you know what happens to bad girls.” She knew exactly what happened to bad girls, but she blinked up at him innocently anyway. “I have no idea. What happens?” “They get spanked on their sexy little ass.” Heather opened her mouth to come back with a witty reply, but Clint tugged her to her feet and spun her around before she could catch her breath. “Hard,” he added as he bent her over the desk and flipped up her skirt. From his sharp intake of breath, she concluded he was surprised to find she wasn’t wearing panties. She smiled. Good to know she could still catch him off

guard. “You really are a bad girl,” he drawled. “I thought you were just being fidgety when you kept crossing and uncrossing your legs while we were talking, but you were giving the new ranch hand a show.” She gave him a coy look over her shoulder. “I thought you liked when I flirted.” His mouth curved in a crooked smile as he ran his hand over the curve of her ass. “I do like it. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to tan your pretty ass good for doing it.” Heather considered pointing out that wasn’t fair, but decided against it. A hard spanking was exactly what she wanted. Clint didn’t keep her waiting. Instead, he delivered a sharp smack to her right cheek. Even though she’d been anticipating it, she gasped all the same. Sometimes, she forgot how strong his hands were. And how hard he could spank. Not that she was complaining. She arched her back, pushing her derriere higher, her way of telling him she wanted more. Her husband indulged her, bringing his hand down on one cheek then the other with an intensity that quickly had her dancing in her cowboy boots. Unable to resist, she slipped one hand underneath her skirt and ran her finger over her pussy. Dang. She

knew she was aroused, but she didn’t realize how much. She was soaking wet. “Maybe I should have spanked you while Blaine watched,” Clint said, his hand coming down on her bottom again. “Stopped right in the middle of the interview, bent your over the desk and reddened your ass. Of course, then he’d have a perfect view of your wet pussy, too. But you wouldn’t mind that, would you, because you’re such a bad girl.” Heat had spread across her ass to engulf her cheeks, and Heather could only moan in reply. She found her clit nestled between the slick folds and made slow circles on it as Clint continued to spank her. She had to go slow or she would go off like a rocket. “Blaine would be sitting there watching you touch yourself while I smacked your ass.” Clint gave her cheeks a squeeze in between each smack, sending tingles through her. “He’d probably get so hard he’d have to pull out his cock and take care of himself.” She closed her eyes, imagining their handsome new ranch hand wrapping his hand around his erection and pumping it up and down. In her fantasy, Blaine wouldn’t let himself come until she came, wanting to time his orgasm perfectly with hers. Bad girl that she was, she’d make him wait. She could only hope that would earn her a trip over his knee so he could redden her bottom, too.

Her pussy spasmed at the thought. Heather was so caught up in the daydream she didn’t realize Clint had stopped spanking her until he grabbed her ass in both hands and gave it a rough squeeze. The feel of his calloused palms on her freshly spanked skin made her gasp, but he had already released her to yank open his belt and unbutton his jeans. When he grabbed her ass again, it was to rub the head of his perfect cock up and down the folds of her pussy. She caught her lower lip between her teeth, resisting the urge to move her finger faster on her clit. Now she was sure he was going to slide in her pussy, she wanted to hold off so they could come together. Waiting to climax was going to be difficult since she was already on the edge. By the time he finally stopped teasing and plunged into her, she’d climax within seconds. When he slowly slid his length into her wetness, she moaned long and low, but otherwise somehow managed to control herself. Until he began to move inside her. Then all bets were off. She moved her finger faster on her clit, imagining Blaine pumping his shaft with his hand, matching his rhythm to Clint’s as her husband fucked her. “Harder,” she demanded. “Fuck me harder!” Clint tightened his hold on her hips, plunging into

her hard and fast, pushing her closer to the brink with every thrust. “Just like that,” she panted, her finger vibrating on her clit. “Don’t stop!” She’d always considered herself good at multitasking, but keeping her finger on her clit while Clint drove his cock deep into her was more difficult than usual. Maybe because picturing Blaine masturbate was doing all sorts of distracting things to her. She could only imagine what it would be like if they actually included their new ranch hand in a threesome. The thought of being sandwiched between Clint and Blaine—combined with her husband’s fierce thrusts— was enough to send Heather over the precipice into orgasm. As she cried out with the pleasure of it, Clint surged deep into her and held himself there, his groans of release hoarse as he came. Heather could have stayed bent over the desk with her husband’s cock in her pussy for the rest of the afternoon, and she let out a whimper as he slid out. She stayed where she was, too spent to do more than lay draped across the desk. Behind her, Clint’s heavy metal buckle clanked as he pulled up his jeans and fastened his belt. A moment later, he took her arm and gently pulled her to her feet. Spinning her around, he pulled her against him and kissed her long and slow on the

mouth. She melted into him, her hands sliding up the hard wall of his chest to grasp his shoulders as his tongue two-stepped with hers. “So,” he said when he finally lifted his head, “are you going to make a move on our new ranch hand?” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’m considering it.” Clint chuckled. “Well, just make sure you don’t tire him out too much. We need him to do some work around here, too, you know. Especially with Holden and Mav on vacation.” Heather laughed and kissed him again. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Chapter Two While Heather would have liked to come on to Blaine his first day on the job, she resisted the urge. As her husband had pointed out, they needed their new ranch hand to do some work and he couldn’t do that if she scared him off. Although from the way he’d looked at her when she and Clint interviewed him, she didn’t think she needed to worry about that. Even so, she wanted to make sure he’d be receptive to her advances. So, for the next few days, she made sure to wear her tightest jeans or shortest shorts whenever she went into the barn, just to see if he checked her out. He did. Covertly, though. She could understand why. Not only was she his employer, but she was also a married woman. Flirting openly with her could get him fired, or worse. Out here in Colorado, doing something like that to a married woman could get a guy shot. Heather nibbled thoughtfully on her lower lip as she watched Blaine brush down one of the stallions. He had his back to her, giving her the opportunity to ogle his jean-clad ass, which she unabashedly did. And why shouldn’t she? She’d come out here to seduce him into having sex with her, after all. Back in college—which, according to all the

magazines, was when a girl was supposed to go wild— she would never have done anything like this. But Clint had brought out the bad girl in her almost from the moment they’d started dating. When he’d first told her he got turned on by the thought of her having sex with other men, she hadn’t known what to think, much less what to say. While her friends had dated multiple guys at the same time, she’d always been a one-man woman. Clint must have thought he’d made her uncomfortable because he hadn’t pressed the issue. She hadn’t expected him to bring it up again, but whenever they’d gone out, he’d ask if she was attracted to this guy or that guy. Telling him she was seemed wrong, almost like she was being unfaithful to him. But then she’d noticed the smolder in Clint’s eyes as he waited expectantly for her answer. So, she’d confessed that yes, she was attracted to some of them. He’d grinned and asked if she could imagine herself having sex with them. She was a little embarrassed to admit she could, but once again that glint in her husband’s eyes brought out the honesty in her. Then Clint had asked her to describe what kinds of things she’d like to do with the men. So, she’d told him, going into detail about exactly what she wanted them to do to her. It not only turned Clint on, but her, too. To say she’d been surprised was an understatement. Heather thought Clint simply liked the fantasy of the

whole thing, but after they’d bought the ranch and started hiring workers, her husband noticed her covertly checking out the handsome dark-haired ranch hand Mav Ryan and asked if she’d like to sleep with him. When she’d told him yes, he’d stunned her by suggesting she seduce Mav. She thought Clint had been joking, but he hadn’t been. He’d given her permission to sleep with another man, and was completely turned on by the thought of her doing it. She’d been turned on, too. Shy and not at all sure she could pull off the role of seductress, she’d gone out to the barn to seduce Mav. It hadn’t been as difficult as she’d thought and when she and Clint hired Holden Donnelly several weeks later, she’d seduced him, too. Only that time, she’d been the one to suggest it to her husband. Now, she was going to add Blaine Saunders to her stable of studs. But only if he were agreeable, of course. Pushing away from the post she was leaning against, Heather moseyed over to stand beside Blaine. He looked up as he ran the brush along Highwayman’s sleek fur, his blue eyes lazily taking in the button-up shirt tied under her breasts, skimpy cutoff shorts and cowboy boots. He flashed her a grin. “Ma’am.” Her lips curved. “It’s Heather, remember?” “Heather.” He gave her a sheepish look. “Right.”

They stood in silence, Blaine brushing down Highwayman, Heather admiring the way the muscles in his forearm flexed as he did it. “He’s a handsome horse,” Blaine said after a moment. “Yes, he is,” she agreed. “So are you. Handsome, I mean.” Blaine looked at her sharply, clearly surprised by the compliment. He turned back to the horse with an uneasy laugh. “I’m not quite sure what to say to that.” “Thank you works for me.” He laughed again, less uneasy this time. “Thank you.” Heather lightly ran her fingers down his forearm. He stopped brushing, but didn’t look at her. “You’ve got nice muscles, too,” she said. Blaine didn’t say anything immediately, but then he took a step back, letting her hand fall away from his arm. “Heather, I don’t want you to take this the wrong way. You’re a very beautiful woman and if you were anyone else, I wouldn’t hesitate, but I’m not comfortable with where this conversation is going, especially with you being married and all.” She gave him a sultry smile. “Clint and I have a very open relationship, Blaine. In fact, he knows I’m out here

seducing you right now. I wouldn’t be here if he didn’t.” Blaine lifted a brow. “Clint knows and he’s okay with it?” She looped her arms around his neck. “Not only is Clint okay with it. He gets completely turned on by it. It’s part of what makes our relationship work.” His eyes widened a little at that and she thought he might pull away, but instead he put his arms around her and pulled her against him. “Do you get turned on by it, too?” Her smile broadened. “Most definitely.” Clearly Blaine was turned on, too, if the erection in his jeans was any indication. Wrapping her hand around the back of his head, she gently pulled him down until his lips were on hers. Considering how hesitant he was when she’d first come onto him, she thought he might not kiss her back, but she needn’t have worried. Blaine took possession of her mouth, his tongue tangling with hers as his hand found its way into her long hair. She sighed. Damn, she loved a guy who knew how to kiss. And Blaine could definitely kiss. In fact, she probably would have stood right there in the middle of the barn doing it for the rest of the evening if he hadn’t lifted his head. Heather ran her tongue over her lips. “Why don’t you put Highwayman back in his stall while I get

undressed?” She didn’t wait to see if she’d stunned him with that announcement, but instead turned and walked into the one of the unoccupied stalls, making sure to put some extra sway into her hips as she went. When she got there, she paused to look over her shoulder. Blaine was still standing where she’d left him, his eyes glued to her ass. She gave him a sexy smile before turning back around to slowly unbutton her shirt. Behind her, Blaine led Highwayman into his stall and latched the door. Heather’s pulse quickened as she undid the clasp on her bra. Right then she wasn’t sure what turned her on more—the prospect of having sex with Blaine or giving Clint all the delicious details about their roll in the hay afterward. Deciding it was a tossup, she slid the straps off her shoulders and tossed the bra on the hay-strewn floor to join her shirt. Crossing her arms over her bare breasts, she turned to see Blaine standing behind her, a hungry gleam in his eyes. She gave him a flirtatious smile. “You going to stand there all afternoon or are you going to come over here and give me something to tell my husband about when I go back to the house later?” Blaine didn’t answer, but the grin that spread across his face as he closed the distance between them was all the reply she needed. When he was within arm’s reach,

she reached out and grabbed his shirt in her hands, tugging him the rest of the way. He caught her breasts in his hands, gently cupping them as his mouth closed over hers. The pads of his thumbs were rough on her sensitive nipples, and she murmured her pleasure against his mouth when he gave them a squeeze. Impatient to see if he was as gorgeous underneath his clothes as she thought he was, Heather eagerly unbuttoned his shirt. It parted, giving her access to his broad chest and she ran her hands over his well-defined pecs and six-pack abs, then back up to his wide shoulders so she could take off his shirt completely. Damn, he was built. He lifted his head with a groan, gazing down at her hotly before swooping down to capture one of her nipples in his mouth. She inhaled sharply, arching against him as he swirled his tongue around the sensitive areola. When he suckled on it, she thought she might actually have cooed. She dug her fingers into his hair, trying to keep him where he was, but he had already left that nipple to do the same thing to its twin. She clutched at his shoulder with her free hand, digging her nails in through the material of his shirt. “Mmm, you taste good,” he said when he raised his head. “Makes me want to sample the rest.” Her pussy spasmed at the words. “I hope so.”

Blaine reached for the buttons on her shorts, deftly undoing them with one hand, then slowly pushing the garment over her hips and down her legs. She stepped out of them, pushing off her boots as she did so that she stood before him in nothing but a tiny pair of bikini panties. Blue eyes caressed her from head to toe, lingering on each and every curve. “Damn, you’re beautiful.” Heather blushed at the compliment. “Why thank you, sugar.” Going up on tiptoe, she put her arms around his neck, pressing her half-naked body to his. Blaine reached around to cup her ass in his strong hands, pulling her snug against his hard-on. She wasn’t sure which sensation she liked more. “So, tell me,” she said conversationally. “Have you ever spanked a woman, Blaine?” His eyes widened a little at the question, then he let out a soft chuckle. “No, ma’am. Can’t say that I have.” It was her turn to be surprised. With hands like his, she was sure he’d done lots of spanking. The idea of being his first gave her an extra thrill. “Would you like to spank me?” “I can give it a try.” She laughed. “Well, it’s easy. All you have to do is smack my ass with your big, strong hand until my pussy

is soaking wet.” She gave him a slow, deep kiss. “Something tells me you won’t have any problems accomplishing that.” Giving him a wink, Heather turned and sauntered over to the bales of hay in the center of the stall. Then she looked at him over her shoulder and wiggled her panties over her hips and down her legs. Behind her, Blaine’s face went from just plain hungry to completely ravenous. Lips curving, Heather grabbed one of the horse blankets from the stack and draped it over the bales of hay. Climbing up on the bottom one, she got on her hands and knees and presented her ass to Blaine, then sent him a comehither glance. “Anytime you’re ready, sugar,” she said. “And keep in mind that I’m a filly who likes a firm hand.” Blaine’s only answer was a soft chuckle as he walked over to her. Heather held her breath, anticipating the first smack of his hand. But Blaine didn’t spank her right away. Instead, he caressed her ass, his hand following the curve of one cheek, then the other. She shivered. For a man who’d never spanked a woman before, he certainly knew what he was doing. “You have one hell of a gorgeous ass,” he said softly. Heather caught her breath as his fingers flirted with the folds of her pussy. She knew she should thank him for the compliment, but all that came out was a moan.

She wiggled her ass a little trying to rub her sex against him, and was rewarded with a firm smack on the right cheek. It didn’t sting all that much, but she let out a little gasp anyway. “Was that too hard?” he asked. She looked at him over her shoulder. “That was barely a love pat. Go ahead and spank me harder.” Blaine chuckled as she turned back around, but didn’t say anything. He lifted his hand and smacked her on the other cheek, harder this time. It stung more than the first spank, and Heather sighed as she felt heat spread over her skin. She pushed out her bottom, eager for another slap. When it came, it was even firmer, and she let out an appreciative moan. “That more to your liking?” he asked, a trace of amusement in his voice. “Mm-hmm,” she breathed. “Don’t stop.” Since Blaine had never spanked a woman, Heather hadn’t expect him to do such a good job of reddening her ass, but he moved back and forth from one cheek to the other with a rhythm that soon had her on fire. Clearly, he was a natural. Much to the delight of her pussy, which was practically purring with excitement. She didn’t know why getting spanked aroused her so much. Maybe because it let her inner submissive come out and play. Or maybe because her ass was just one of her more

erogenous zones. She didn’t really care. She only knew it got her hot as hell. Which was why she was ready to protest when Blaine suddenly stopped spanking her. But all that came out was a sigh of pleasure as he squeezed her freshly spanked cheeks. “Damn, you’re ass looks good red,” he said. She laughed softly. “I’ve always thought it was one of my best colors.” He slipped his hand between her legs, gliding his finger along her slit before dipping it inside. He groaned. “You’re so wet.” “Being spanked by a hot guy always gets me that way.” He found her clit, rubbing it teasingly with his finger. She whimpered, undulating her hips so she could grind against his hand. “Oh yeah.” He moved his finger a little faster. “Want me to make you come like this?” Heather moaned. “Mmm.” His finger stilled on her clit. “Or should I spank you some more instead?” The sound that came out this time was closer to a groan. That was like asking her to choose between chocolate cake and chocolate mousse, her two favorite

desserts. But Blaine was clearly going to make her pick. While she loved getting spanked, right now, her clit demanded attention. “Make me come,” she begged. “Please.” Blaine went back to playing with her clit, making leisurely motions with his finger, then gradually moving faster and faster. Her orgasm followed suit, starting slow, then steadily building to a crescendo until she was trembling from the effects of it. When it finally subsided and she could see straight again, she rested there on her hands and knees while she caught her breath. Dang, that had been amazing. Thinking she should probably tell Blaine that, Heather climbed off the bale of hay. The words disappeared when she saw the lust in his eyes. Threading her fingers in his hair, she kissed him long and hard on the mouth. He wrapped his arms around her, his hands going to her still stinging ass and giving it a squeeze. Tingles danced over her skin, while between her thighs, her pussy quivered. She pulled away from him with a throaty growl. “I need you inside me.” Heather didn’t wait for an answer, but simply jerked open his belt, then went to work on the buttons of his jeans. The latter, however, weren’t being very cooperative, and Blaine had to help. He pushed them

down, then did the same with his boxer briefs. He probably would have taken them all the way off, but she didn’t give him the chance. The moment his hard, thick cock sprang free, she wrapped her hand around it, wiping the bead of precum off the velvety head with her thumb. He was going to feel so good in her pussy. Placing her hands on Blaine’s muscular chest, Heather pushed him back until he was against the bale of hay, then gently shoved him down on it. He leaned back on his elbows, his erection proudly on display, a grin on his handsome face. Then he abruptly sat up. “Shit.” “What?” Now was not the time to tell her he changed his mind. “I don’t have a condom.” Relief rushed through her. She smiled. “Already got that covered, sugar. Whirling around, she bent to rummage in the pocket of her shorts for the foil packet she’d put there earlier. Coming up with it, she rose to her feet and sidled over to him. Tearing open the package, she took out the condom and rolled it onto his rock-hard shaft. When it was securely in place, she grasped his shoulders, then climbed on the bale of hay, straddling his lap. The desire in his eyes held her captive for a moment, keeping her poised just above his penis. Pulse pounding, she

lowered herself onto his cock. He was hard and hot and so good inside her that Heather didn’t want to move. But then she thought of how incredible it would feel if she did, and undulated her hips. Blaine reached around to cup her ass, guiding her movements. She moaned her approval. He leaned forward to trail kisses down her neck. “That’s it. Ride me.” She obeyed, tightly holding onto his shoulders as she bounced up and down. He tightened his grip on her ass cheeks and thrust up into her. “Harder,” she ordered. “Fuck me harder!” Blaine did as she instructed, pumping into her hard and fast. This time, her orgasm wasn’t slow and gradual, but spiraled through her with such speed that all Heather could do was dig her nails into his shoulders and cry out her pleasure. Somewhere in the distance, she heard Blaine groan deep in his throat as he reached his climax. When they were both spent, she collapsed against his chest, breathing ragged. His arms went around her, holding her close. “That was incredible,” he said. Heather smiled against the side of his neck. “Yes, it was.”

“Would I be overstepping if I asked whether we can do it again? She lifted her head to look at him. “No, it wouldn’t be overstepping. I’d love to do it again. But I think you should know Clint will be joining us next time. Sometimes, he just likes to watch, and other times, he likes to join in.” When Blaine didn’t say anything, she added, “You don’t have tell me now. Think about it a while.” Blaine was silent as she climbed off his lap and put on her clothes. When she turned back around, he’d already fastened his jeans and was buttoning his shirt. Her gaze lingered longingly on the gorgeous expanse of muscle as he covered it up. She walked over to put her arms around his neck. “About that offer. If having sex while another man watches or threesomes aren’t your thing, it’s okay. Clint and I still want you to work for us. We can act like this never happened.” He opened his mouth to reply, but she silenced him with a long, boot-knocking kiss. Then she turned and walked out of the barn.

Chapter Three Clint always wanted to hear the details after Heather had sex with a guy, and last night had been no exception. So she’d recounted the entire erotic encounter for her husband as he made love to every inch of her body. While getting busy with the cowboys who worked the ranch was definitely fun, it was the quality time she spent with her husband afterward that made having sex with other men even more exciting. Though Heather hadn’t said as much to her husband, she wasn’t sure if she and Blaine would have sex again. He’d seemed taken aback when she mentioned Clint would be involved if they got together again. If he wasn’t comfortable with it, she’d understand, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t try to change his mind. The man was a damn good lay. Heather might have done a little coercion the next day if they didn’t need to spend it bringing in the cattle from the upper pasture because a heavy thunderstorm was due to roll in later that evening. “Want to come help herd them or would you rather catch up on paperwork?” Clint asked as they finished breakfast.

“And miss out on all the fun?” Like watching their new ranch hand in action to see if he could handle a horse as well as he’d handled her. She grinned. “I’m coming.” Blaine was already in the barn with the other ranch hands when she and Clint walked in. He gave her a covert glance, taking in her snug jeans and curvehugging shirt with an appreciative smile. Heather’s pulse beat a little quicker. Hopefully, that grin he flashed her meant he’d considered her offer and intended to take her up on it. As Clint gave the ranch hands a quick rundown of the itinerary for the day, Heather’s eyes kept straying to Blaine. He was wearing jeans and a button-up shirt again today, and her gaze lingered on his tanned forearms before going to his big hands. He had heavy, leather work gloves on like the other men. There wasn’t anything remarkable about them, really, and yet she couldn’t stop fantasizing about him taking them off and slapping her ass with them. The image was so vivid she was squirming in her saddle as they rode out to the upper pasture fifteen minutes later. While Heather would have like to continue daydreaming about Blaine reddening her derriere for the rest of the day—or better yet, have him do it—when they started herding the cows, she had to focus most of her attention on that. Coaxing the animals to go where she

and the men wanted involved skill and a heck of a lot of patience. They had to work together, slowly moving in a zigzag pattern to get the animals into a loose cluster without scaring off any of them. That was easier said than done, and a few cows made a run for it. Blaine and one of the other ranch hands rode off to round up the stragglers, then rejoined her and the other men. As they slowly and painstakingly moved the cattle over the acres of land, Heather couldn’t help but glance Blaine’s way. He rode a horse as if he’d been born on one. He’d told her and Clint that he had lived on a ranch whole life, so she supposed he was. And dang it if he didn’t look hunky as hell while doing it. Getting the cows to the lower pasture was only part of the job. Once there, she and the men had to encourage them to go inside, which was always a long and arduous task. By the time it was done, Heather was hot, sweaty and ready for a shower. She glanced at Blaine and saw he was sweaty, too. On him, though, it looked good. After the cows were settled, she and the men spent what was left of the afternoon cooling down the horses. As she ran a brush over her mare’s coat, Heather stole a glance at Blaine. He was brushing down his own horse beside her, his hands slow and methodical as he worked. Looking at them made her think of what they’d felt like on her body, and she caught her lip between her teeth to keep from moaning. And saying something she

shouldn’t, like asking him if he’d considered her indecent proposal yet? As if sensing her gaze on him, Blaine looked her way. “You looked like you had fun out there today.” She smiled. “I did.” Mostly because I enjoyed watching you flex those muscles of yours. “Did you grow up on a ranch?” he asked. “No.” She laughed. “I grew up in suburbia in Connecticut.” Surprise flashed across his face. “No kidding? How’d you end up out here?” “A friend set me up with Clint on a blind date. I fell in love with him and his dream of owning a ranch.” She gave him a flirtatious look. “I’ve always had a thing for big, strong cowboys.” Blaine gazed down at her for a long moment, his eyes suddenly hot with lust, and Heather wondered if he was thinking about the offer she’d made. She was about to ask when Clint slipped an arm around her waist. “Hey hun, sorry to interrupt.” He looked at Blaine. “When we’ve been out on the range all day, Heather and I usually have the guys over to the house for dinner. You’re welcome to join us if you want.” Heather held her breath. Like Clint had said, having

the ranch hands over for dinner was something they always did, but she’d been so caught up in flirting with Blaine that she’d completely forgotten about it. She only hoped he accepted the invitation. And that he knew it extended way beyond dinner. Blaine glanced at her, before he turned back to Clint. “Sure. Sounds good.” Her pulse skipped a beat. “Great.” She looked at her husband. “If you want to put Honeysuckle in her stall, I’ll get dinner ready.” Going up on tiptoe, she gave Clint a kiss and Honeysuckle a pat on the neck, then sent a sexy smile Blaine’s way before leaving the barn. In the house, Heather quickly washed the dirt and dust from her face, hands and arms. She would have liked to take a shower, but Clint and the men were almost finished in the barn, and she wanted to have dinner ready when they came in. Since she and Clint had already decided to invite the hands to dinner, she put everything to make her Tex-Mex chili in a big crock pot before they’d left that morning. The aroma filled the house, making her stomach growl. She was setting the basket of cornbread on the table when her husband came in with Blaine and half a dozen of the hands. They washed up in the guest bathroom, then crowded around the huge dining room table. Blaine

slipped into the chair beside Heather, sandwiching her between him and Clint, which, as it turned out, was exactly where she was hoping to be later that night. Heather was extremely aware of Blaine as she ate. That probably had a little something to do with him sitting so close that his arm brushed hers almost every time he moved. She wondered again if it was his subtle way of telling her he was interested in her invitation. She almost gave in to her curiosity more than once during dinner and asked him about it outright, but restrained herself. Until all the ranch hands thanked her for the meal and got up to leave, Blaine included. As the other men stood around talking about work, she stepped closer to Blaine. “Have you thought about my offer?” she asked softly. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I did.” “And?” His grin broadened. “And I’d like to take you up on it.” Her pulse beat a wild and crazy tattoo. “I was hoping you’d say that. When the other hands leave, stay for a while.” Heather saw Clint looking at her from the corner of her eye, and she gave him a little nod. While he didn’t hurry the other men out, he nonchalantly corralled them

toward the door as they continued to talk. She waited until their voices disappeared down the hallway before wrapping her hand around the back of Blaine’s head and pulling him in for a kiss. His arms went around her, his hands cupping her ass and yanking her against him. He was already hard beneath his jeans, and she felt a fiery heat pool between her thighs at the contact. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was dimly aware of the shower turning on upstairs and it occurred to her that she and Blaine were still dusty from the cow herding they’d done. As he kissed his way along her jaw to nibble on her ear, she considered saying to heck with getting cleaned up and doing it right there on the dining room table when Clint came down. But the prospect of having sex with Blaine in the shower was too irresistible. Heather threaded her fingers in Blaine’s hair, tugging his head up. “Come with me.” She didn’t give him a chance to answer, but instead took his hand in hers and led him out of the dining room and up the stairs. She heard the shower turn off as she and Blaine walked into the master bedroom, and she led him directly to the adjoining bathroom. Clint was standing in front of the mirror, a towel low around his waist, his muscular chest gloriously bare, his dark hair still wet

from the shower. His eyes met hers in the glass, hot with anticipation. Her lips curved. “I figured Blaine and I could use a shower, too.” His mouth twitched. “Don’t let me stop you.” Heather turned back to Blaine. She wasn’t sure if Blaine would be comfortable undressing her with her husband leaning back against the counter watching, so she started on the buttons of her shirt. Blaine, however, mustn’t have been as shy as she thought because he immediately moved to help her. He undid her bra next, tenderly cupping her breasts when they spilled free of the silky fabric. Her nipples were already sensitive from being aroused all day, and she caught her breath when he gave her nipples a squeeze. Blaine grinned and slid his hands down her stomach to her belt. He gave it a tug, then undid the buttons so he could push her jeans over her hips. His hands lingered on her bare legs before he slowly took off her boots. The hands she’d placed on his shoulders to steady herself slid down the front of his shirt as he stood, and she automatically reached for the buttons on his shirt. When she had them undone, she slipped her hands inside his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and down his wellmuscled arms. She raked her gaze over his broad chest and rock-

hard abs. He was just as gorgeous as she’d remembered, and she couldn’t resist running her hands over all that manliness. Thanks to the tri mirror above the vanity, Heather could see their reflection as well as Clint’s expression. Her husband was watching intently, his dark eyes molten. She gave him a naughty smile. Turning back to Blaine, she wiggled out of her panties. Stepping out of them, she sidled past him to the walk-in shower. It was big enough for Clint to join them if he wanted to, but something told her he was just going to watch tonight. Heather turned on the water, then looked over her shoulder at Blaine to find him standing where she’d left him. “Coming?” she asked as she moved to stand beneath the spray. He took off his boots, dropping them beside hers, then stripped off his jeans and underwear. Naked, and clearly not at all uncomfortable being that way in front of Clint, he stepped into the shower with her. Heather picked up the bottle of coconut scented body wash and squeezed some onto Blaine’s hand, then did the same to hers. He lathered it between his hands until they were nice and soapy, then slowly ran them up and down her body before focusing his attention on her breasts. She sighed as he cupped them in her hands, only

to gasp as he tweaked her slippery nipples. He grinned roguishly and gave them another squeeze. Deciding two could play at that game, Heather ran her soapy hands over his shoulders and down his chest to tease his nipples like he was teasing hers. His didn’t seem nearly as sensitive, much to her consternation. Unable to get a rise out of him that way, she moved down his abs until she came to his hard cock, then she wrapped her hand around it. He inhaled sharply. She laughed, rubbing her thumb over the head as she went up on her toes to kiss him. He slid his hands down her back to grab hold of her ass. Then, before she could take a breath, he spun her around so that her back was to him. It put her behind the spray from the shower, and water cascaded down her back. She placed her hands on the wall and turned her head to glance over her shoulder at Blaine, but found herself locking eyes with her husband instead. The lust she saw there made her pussy quiver, and she caught her lower lip between her teeth. “That’s it, baby,” Clint urged. “Let him see how much you like putting on a show for me.” Heather moaned. It was like being in her own porn movie with her husband as director and her as the star. The only thing missing was the camera. Behind her, Blaine lathered her ass with sensual

circular motions that had her arching her back. He must have thought it was her way of saying she was hankering for a spanking because he gave her a sharp smack on the right cheek that echoed in the shower and sent soap bubbles flying everywhere. He brought his hand down on the opposite cheek, this time a little harder. Heather let out a little squeal. He probably didn’t know it, but spanks stung a whole lot more on wet skin. She looked at him over her shoulder. “For a guy who’s never spanked a woman until yesterday, you sure know what you’re doing.” He flashed her a sexy grin. “I had a good teacher. And you have an ass that makes a man want to spank it.” Over by the vanity, Clint chuckled. “That she does.” She looked from Blaine to Clint and back again. “Then go ahead and spank me some more, sugar.” Giving him a saucy smile, Heather turned around and arched her back again, pushing out her ass in invitation. Blaine wrapped one arm around her waist and ran his soap-covered hand over her ass once, then twice, before bringing it down on her right cheek. Half a dozen more quick spanks followed the first, leaving her derriere stinging like crazy and her pussy dripping. Heather was about to reach down and touch herself when Blaine slipped his hand between her legs.

“Let’s see how wet you are,” he said huskily. He glided his finger teasingly along the folds of her pussy, then pushed it into her depths in one smooth motion. “Mmm, you’re very wet.” Her lips curved. “We are in the shower.” He laughed, the sound soft and silky in her ear. “I don’t think that’s why you’re wet. I think it’s from getting spanked while your husband watches.” She cooed. He slid his finger out of her pussy and held it to her lips. “What do you think?” She moaned as the scent of her arousal filled her nose. Her juices smelled sweet and musky, and she obediently parted her lips to suck them from his finger. “You taste good, don’t you?” he asked softly. Heather could only let out another moan. “My turn to see just how good,” he rasped in her ear. She expected him to dip his finger in her pussy again so he could lick her juices from it like she’d done, but he surprised her by spinning her around and dropping to his knees in front of her. Heather caught her breath at the hunger in his eyes. Nothing made her feel more beautiful than when a man looked at her like that. Catching one of her legs in his hand, he lifted it until

her foot was on his shoulder. Heather grabbed the showerhead to steady herself. With all the times she and Clint had made love in the shower, they’d never done it in this position. She definitely liked Blaine’s creativity. From the glint in her husband’s eyes, so did he. Eyes locked with hers, Blaine leaned forward to press his lips to the inside of her upraised thigh. His mouth was hot on her skin, and she found herself holding her breath as he trailed a path of scorching kisses down her thigh to the neatly trimmed red curls between her legs. Using his thumbs to spread her pussy lips, he slowly ran his tongue up one side of her folds almost all the way to her clit but not quite, then glided down the other side. He lifted his head with a groan. “You taste as delicious as I thought you would,” he said. Heather opened her mouth to thank him, but all that came out was a sigh as he bent his head to put his tongue back on her. He repeated the same motion as before, getting closer and closer to the sensitive nub so many times she was sure she’d go insane if he didn’t lick her clit. She was about to chance taking one hand off the showerhead so she could grab him by the hair and put his mouth where she wanted it when she felt Blaine’s

tongue swirl around her clit. She moaned, gripping the showerhead tightly as made lazy circles on it. She desperately wanted to wiggle her hips in time with his movements so she could grind against him, but her precarious position combined with a slick floor made that impossible. Not that she was complaining. Blaine was doing an excellent job of going down on her. As he lapped at her clit, Blaine reached around with the other to cup her ass cheek. Her skin was still tingly from the spanking he’d given her, and she let out a little, “Oooh.” “Don’t stop,” she begged. He didn’t. Instead, he alternated between flicking her clit with his tongue and swirling it round and round. That alone would have been enough to drive her crazy with pleasure, but then Blaine slid his finger inside her pussy. She gasped, her grip on the showerhead tightening as he wiggled his finger back and forth. The two sensations, along with his hand on her ass, sent her spiraling out of control. On the other side of the room, Clint was still watching intently. “Are you coming, babe?” Heather thought she might have said yes, but she wasn’t sure. It might have gotten lost in the long, continuous moan she let out. Her husband grinned. “Oh yeah. That’s it. Come for

him. Come for me.” Heather tried to maintain eye contact with Clint as she came, but the orgasm that coursed through her was so powerful she could barely stand, much less keep her eyes open, and she let her head fall back to rest against the expensive imported tile. Blaine continued to lash at her clit with his tongue until she was so sensitive she couldn’t take any more. Even then, he didn’t stop, but instead moved his tongue more and more slowly, coaxing every last bit of bliss from her. When he was done, he pressed his lips to the inside of one trembling thigh before finally lifting his head to look at her. Heather gazed down at him for a long moment, her body still trembling with the aftereffects of her climax. Blaine gently lowered her foot to the floor, keeping a strong arm wrapped around her. Which was a good thing, because she wasn’t very steady. However, she was steady enough to take his face between her hands and kiss him hard on the mouth. “Why don’t you get down on your knees and thank Blaine for licking your pussy, Heather?” Clint’s softly spoken suggestion made Heather quiver all over again, and she obediently knelt down in front of Blaine. The water streamed down behind him, making him look like something out of a fantasy, and she

could barely contain her excitement as she wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft. Aware of Clint watching, she leaned forward and swirled her tongue over the head of Blaine’s penis. Even though he was slightly wet from being underneath the shower earlier, she could still taste his natural musk, and she let out a soft “Mmm,” of appreciation. Palming his balls with her other hand, she slowly ran her tongue up and down his cock. As she did, she caught movement out of the corner of her eye, and saw that Clint had dropped the towel and wrapped his hand around his erection. She’d never realized how sexy watching a man touch himself could be until she met Clint, but seeing him pumping his big hand up and down his cock was so mesmerizing she almost forgot she was supposed to be giving Blaine a blowjob. She closed her lips around the head of his penis and sucked gently. Above her, Blaine sucked in his breath. While it was tempting to let him slide all the way down her throat, she wanted to torment him like he’d tormented her. So, she continued to tease the tip of his cock, swirling her tongue round and round until he groaned in obvious frustration. Taking pity on him, she ran her tongue over the head once more before taking him deep. “Oh yeah, baby,” Clint urged. “Suck on that cock.”

Heather couldn’t help but smile at her husband’s words as she moved her mouth up and down on Blaine’s shaft. It would have been so easy to make him come right then, but she wasn’t done teasing him. And she definitely wasn’t done putting on a show for her husband. She let Blaine’s shaft slide out of her mouth and concentrated on his balls instead, running her tongue over their velvety softness as she gently continued to massage them. “Damn, you’re good at that,” Blaine said hoarsely. Heather felt a surge of pride at the compliment. She’d have to remember to thank him later. Cupping his balls more firmly in her hand, she traced a path up his penis with her tongue before taking his entire length into her mouth again. Blaine let out a ragged gasp as the tip of his cock touched the back of her throat. She held him there, reveling in how good he felt filling her mouth. Moaning, she began to move her mouth on him, sliding up to the very tip of his shaft before taking all of him deep. Blaine slid his hand into her wet hair, gently thrusting his hips in time to her movements. He went a little deeper each time until he was pushing his cock completely down her throat. Heather murmured her approval. She loved it when a guy fucked her mouth like that. Realizing he was probably close to orgasm, she

pulled her mouth away to pump him with her hand. She made a swirling motion as she did so, tightening her grip on the way up, then lightly teasing the head with her thumb before going back down. “Oh God,” he rasped. “You’re going to make me come.” She smiled up at him. “That’s right. I am going to make you come. All over my breasts. Would you like that?” Blaine’s only answer was to groan as hot jets of cum shot out to splash on her breasts. It dripped down, clinging to each nipple like glistening pearls. She pumped her hand faster, stopping only when she was sure she had milked him of every drop. By the time she was done, Blaine was the one who had to press a hand to the wall to steady himself. Heather gave him a sexy little smile and got to her feet. Then she pulled him down for a kiss. “Just to let you know. You taste good, too,” she whispered. Licking her lips, she moved beneath the spray to rinse off, then stepped out of the shower and walked over to where Clint was waiting, leaving Blaine to play voyeur this time. Clint was hot and hard and throbbing, and she dropped down in front of him. Rather than slowly run

her tongue up and down his shaft like she’d done to Blaine, she took him in her hand, then closed her lips around the head and took his entire length completely in her mouth. Her husband let out a throaty groan and slid his hands in her long hair, guiding her as she moved up and down on him. Heather sucked on him greedily, sliding all the way up to the tip of his cock and swirling her tongue over the head before taking him deep again. She repeated the move over and over, following along with her hand and squeezing his shaft as she went. She cupped his heavy balls in her other hand, lightly caressing them with her fingers as she sucked him off, something she knew always drove him wild. “That’s it, baby,” The words were soft and husky, urging her on. She took him deeper and deeper with every bob of her head until he was as deep down her throat as he could go. Then she slid her mouth up his length and did it all over again. “Oh yeah,” he said. “Make me come.” Heather quickened her pace, bobbing up and down on his erection while she massaged his balls. He thrust his hips, plunging his cock down her throat every time she took him deep. She moved her mouth faster and faster until he groaned his release. His cum was hot and

sweet as it filled her mouth, and she moaned at the taste, swallowing all of it. Heather slowed her movements, gently gliding up and down on him until his fingers tightened in her hair. Taking her hand, he pulled her upright to cover her mouth with his. She was so caught up in the erotic dance his tongue was doing with hers that she almost forgot Blaine. She reluctantly tore herself away from Clint to turn her gaze on Blaine. He was regarding them with a mix of awe and lust in his blue eyes. “That was damn hot,” he said. Heather exchanged looks with her husband, then grinned at the ranch hand. “Just wait until next time.”

Chapter Four Heather was all ready to show Blaine exactly what she meant by those words the next night, but the storm that rolled through in the early morning hours brought heavy rains and gusting winds, which meant there was a lot of work to be done around the ranch afterward. Besides mending fences that had gotten knocked down and cleaning out watering holes that were littered with sticks and tree branches, they had to rustle up cattle which had wandered off. As if that weren’t enough, one of the mares had decided to have her foal right in the middle of everything. Blaine had helped birth the colt alongside her and Clint, and Heather noticed not only how skilled he was, but also how caring. When she remarked on it to him later, however, he shrugged and said it was what any good ranch hand would do. Dang. Not only was he great with women and horses, but he was modest, too. She got to see Blaine’s skill as a ranch hand again the next day when Clint asked him to help break in Ginger, a new horse they’d recently picked up. Ginger was already comfortable being around her husband, and she was glad to see the mare took to Blaine just as quickly. If Ginger hadn’t, the ranch hand would never have been

able to break her in. Just because Ginger was okay with Blaine, that didn’t mean getting the bridle on her the first time was any easier. But Blaine was patient with the mare, gently coaxing the bit between her teeth, then slipping the bridle over her head. He and Clint let Ginger get used to wearing it before introducing her to a saddle. Clint held the reins while Blaine put on the saddle. Or tried to, anyway. Ginger clearly wasn’t too sure about having something on her back, no matter how comfortable she was with the men. Once again, Blaine didn’t rush her. Instead he sweet-talked her into letting him put it on her using soft words and a gentle hand. As Heather perched on the fence watching, she couldn’t help but be impressed. Not to mention ridiculously turned on by what probably shouldn’t have been arousing at all. But Clint and Blaine had taken off their shirts. Seeing two buff bare-chested cowboys, their muscles glistening with sweat, did that to a girl. Luckily for her, they still had a lot of work to do. After giving Ginger a chance to get used to the saddle, Clint held the mare steady while Blaine attempted to mount her. She got a little skittish at first, but after thirty minutes or so, the ranch hand was finally able to sit astride her. Blaine reached down and patted the mare’s neck reassuringly. When it came to breaking in a horse, though, getting her used to a rider sitting on

her back was just half of it, and Blaine had to mount and dismount several times until Ginger was completely accepting of him. Then the real work began—riding her. Heather held her breath as Blaine urged the mare to walk forward. A lot of horses instinctively bucked, and Ginger was no different. She took a few steps, then kicked her back legs up. Heather gasped, her nails digging into the wood fence as Blaine gained control of the horse. She had to admit she didn’t mind watching his gorgeous muscles flex while he did it, but she was terrified he was going to fall off. Somehow, though, he managed to rein Ginger in and calm her down before she could toss him, and soon the mare was walking around the corral again. Blaine grinned at Heather as Ginger trotted by. Heather smiled back, amazed at how relaxed the mare seemed now. Their new ranch hand definitely had a way with the female persuasion, that was for sure. Blaine rode Ginger around the corral half a dozen or so more times before he and Clint agreed that was enough for the mare’s first day. Heather jumped down from the fence and hurried over to them. “Ginger looked great out there.” She resisted the urge to run her hand down Blaine’s sweat-soaked chest and settled for glancing at him as she patted the mare’s neck. “You’re very good with horses.”

His mouth quirked. “I’m good with anything I can ride.” Heather heard Clint chuckle. She gave Blaine a smile as they walked toward the barn. “How about a further demonstration then? Tonight at the house, around say—” She looked questioningly at Clint. “Eight?” “Fine by me,” her husband agreed. She lifted a brow in Blaine’s direction. He grinned. “I’ll be there.” “I look forward to it,” she said. “And while I’d much rather stay and watch you two studs flex your muscles for the rest of the afternoon, I need to start dinner.” She gave Clint a quick kiss, then flashed both men a smile and a wink before reluctantly turning and heading for the house. Heather was just putting the casserole in the oven when Blaine came out of the barn. His bare chest still had a light sheen of sweat, thanks to the hour he’d spent cooling Ginger down before putting the mare in her stall, no doubt. Eager for a better view of their new employee, Heather shut the oven door and moved to stand in front of the window above the sink. Outside, Blaine walked over to the spigot and turned it on. She watched as he washed his hands and forearms, enjoying the show he was unwittingly putting on for her when he doused his

head and let the water run down his chest. The image made her think of the sex they’d had in the shower the other night, and her promise to him afterward that next time they did it, things would be even hotter. Her lips curved at all the ways she could accomplish that, but she kept coming back to one in particular. It was hot, it was kinky and it was guaranteed to knock off his cowboy boots.

***** Blaine showed up promptly at eight that night. Having spent the rest of the afternoon and most of the evening thinking about what she had planned, Heather was already turned on as hell and only barely restrained herself from jumping him the minute Clint let him in. But the anticipation only made what all three of them were about to do that much sexier. Heather greeted him with a long, slow kiss, then smiled pulled away to smile up at him. “Ready to demonstrate some more of those talents I witnessed today, sugar?” He grinned. “Yes, ma’am.” Pulse quickening, she took Blaine’s hand and led him down the hallway, stopping in front of a door at the far end. Clint followed, his dark eyes glinting with

excitement. Giving the men a sultry look, she opened the door and led the way down the steps to the part of the house she and Clint affectionately called the “playroom.” The comfortable couch, plasma TV and king-size bed wouldn’t have looked out of place in any finished basement. The spanking implements and bondage gear, on the other hand, most assuredly would. As would the expensive leather saddle sitting on a stand to one side of the room. Heather turned to see Blaine’s reaction to the sex toys, and found him regarding them with a mix of surprise and intrigue. There was a small smile playing around the corners of his lips, too. As if he was already thinking about which of those toys he’d like to try out. Her pulse quickened. Unlike last night, Clint was going to participate instead of simply watching, so Heather wasn’t surprised when he took the lead. Coming over to her, he circled behind to wrap his arms around her waist. His erection pressed up against her ass, hard and throbbing inside his jeans, and she felt her pussy spasm in response. Pushing her long hair to one side, he pressed a kiss to the curve of her neck. His free hand found the knot on the sash of her short robe, deftly untying it. She was naked underneath the garment and when it fell open, he ran his hand up her midriff to cup her breast. On the other side of the room, Blaine devoured them

with his eyes as Clint teased her nipple with one hand while cupping her sex with the other. Heather licked her lips, turned on as much from Blaine watching them as she was from Clint touching her. Her husband brushed her ear with his lips, his breath blowing shivers across her. “Time to mount up, babe.” At the command, Heather slipped her robe off her shoulders and walked over to the saddle. Putting one foot in the stirrup, she gracefully swung her other leg over the side. But instead of sitting down on the saddle like she would if she were riding a horse, though, she leaned forward so that the upper half of her body was on the seat. The position forced her to arch her back, which put her bare ass up in the air and her pussy on display for the men. It also put her clit in perfect contact with on the cantle, and she couldn’t help grinding against the leather as she made herself comfortable. Then she wrapped her hands around the saddle horn and gave the two men a come-and-get-me look over her shoulder. Clint walked past her and over to the shelf with the bondage gear. Well, one of the shelves, anyway. She already knew what he was getting, but her heart still beat wildly when she saw him pick up the rubber bit gag. Not only did the horse-style bit go hand-in-hand with the equine theme, but it always got her aroused as hell. When Clint offered the gag to her, Heather

obediently opened her mouth so he could put it between her teeth. A quiver went through her as he buckled the gag behind her neck, and she let out a little whimper. When he was done, he ran his hand down her back and over the curve of her derriere to tease her exposed pussy with his fingers. She lifted her bottom higher, silently begging for more, only to be rewarded with a hard smack on the ass. Startled, she squealed against the gag. Her husband chuckled wickedly. “Your pussy will get plenty of attention after Blaine and I tan this gorgeous ass of yours.” Blaine. She’d been so caught up in what Clint was doing she forgot the ranch hand was there. She turned her head to glance at him, and caught her breath. Dang, if he didn’t look like he’d just like to eat her right up. And dang, if she didn’t want him to. After her spanking, of course. Heather held her breath as Clint surveyed the spanking implements hanging on the wall. There were paddles of every shape, size and thickness, as well as straps, floggers and riding crops, so he had a lot to choose from. He must have wanted to keep with the equine theme because he picked the black riding crop with the loop on the end. She trembled just from the thought of him using it on her.

Clint glanced at Blaine, then jerked his head at the remaining spanking implements on the wall. “Take your pick.” Blaine’s eyes locked with Heather’s for a moment before he walked over to browse the selection. He spent a long time considering the paddles, even taking a few of the wood ones off their hooks to smack them experimentally against his hand, but in the end, he decided on a strap. Two inches wide and made of supple leather, it was one of her favorite things to get spanked with. Clint crossed the room to stand beside her, where he flicked the slapper at the tip of the crop against his jeanclad leg. Heather blinked up at him expectantly. “Ready for your spanking, babe?” She nodded, mumbling around the gag as she presented her ass even higher in the air. Clint circled around behind her, still slapping the crop against his jeans. The sound only increased her anticipation, and she waited desperately for him to flick it across her derriere. But he didn’t. Instead, he ran the crop along her very sensitive, very wet slit. Heather sighed against the bit in her mouth. Dang, he knew how to drive her wild. “Mmm,” he breathed. “You’re already wet.” She moaned.

“Let’s see if I can get you even wetter,” he said. Heather didn’t think he’d have a problem accomplishing that. She would have said as much, but the gag made it impossible, so she let out another moan. That must have been enough for Clint because he smacked her ass with the riding crop. It whistled through the air, falling with a distinctive thwap. She bucked in the saddle at the sting it left, barely having time to catch her breath before her husband flicked her bottom with the crop again. She squealed, wiggling in the saddle. Which made her clit rub against the leather. Which got her even more aroused. When Clint slapped her ass with the crop a third time, she let out a whimper. Her husband went back and forth from one cheek to the other, flicking the crop slowly and methodically until her entire ass stung from it. When he stopped, it was only so Blaine could take over. Heather eyed the ranch hand excitedly as he approached. With her ass already stinging from the crop, the strap would feel that much more intense, and she slid back on the saddle, offering her ass to him. His eyes seemed to burn with an intensity she hadn’t seen before. He’d been waiting for this as much as she had. Even though she’d been anticipating it, when he finally brought the strap down on her ass, she still let out

a muffled yelp. Not only did the strap feel completely different than the riding crop, but it was louder, too, echoing in the room as Blaine smacked her other cheek. Whereas the crop delivered a precise sting to a specific area, the strap engulfed her bottom in fire that had her whimpering around the gag in her mouth every time the leather connected. And Blaine was exceptionally good at wielding the implement. In between alternating from one cheek to the other, he concentrated on the sensitive areas of her sit spots. That really made her squeal. Not to mention got her hot as hell. Heather undulated her hips, grinding her clit against the saddle. She was so caught up in the pleasure spiraling through her body she almost didn’t realize that Clint and Blaine were now taking turns spanking her. They went back and forth between the crop and the strap so fast she could barely keep track. The combination of sensations was dizzying, and she writhed wildly against the saddle, moaning loudly around the gag as she made herself come over and over again. When she was done, she lay limply over the saddle, her bottom red-hot and stinging, and her body trembling. Hands cupped her freshly spanked cheeks. She wondered if it was Clint or Blaine touching her, then realized it was both. She moaned as they caressed her ass, only to inhale sharply around the bit gag when one

finger, then another slid into her pussy. “You’re so hot,” Clint said. “And so tight,” Blaine added. “It makes me want to fuck you,” her husband said. “Blaine?” “Most definitely,” the ranch hand agreed. “What do you think, babe?” Clint asked. “Do you want us to fuck you?” She mumbled her answer around the gag in her mouth, hoping the men would take the muffled sound as a yes. Her husband chuckled softly. “I reckoned as much. But first you’re going to show us how much you liked the spanking we gave you.” Heather was pretty sure she knew what her husband had in mind, so she wasn’t surprised when he came around to take the bit from her mouth and help her down from the saddle. However, she was surprised when he tossed Blaine some cotton bondage rope. “Why don’t you put your calf roping skills to good use and tie up my wife.” Heather didn’t know which was hotter, the idea of being roped by the hunky ranch hand or that it was her husband who suggested it. Blaine uncoiled the length of rope, a gleam coming

into his eye. Heather’s heart raced. She didn’t know how he planned to tie her up exactly, but something told her it was going to enjoy it. “Get on your knees,” he ordered. She did as he commanded, following his with her gaze as he circled around her. “Put your hands behind your back.” She obeyed. A moment later, she felt Blaine wrap the soft rope around her wrists a few times, then pull it snug and tie a knot. Assuming he was done, she was about to give it an experimental tug, but the she felt him loop the rest of the rope around her ankles. Bound both hand and feet, she knew she couldn’t possibly wiggle free—not that she would want to—but she couldn’t resist tugging at the restraints anyway. Her struggling only pulled the ropes tighter and made her even more of their captive, which made her predicament more exciting. A smile tugged at the corner of her husband’s mouth as Blaine tied one more knot in the rope for good measure. “You have no idea how hot you look tied up like that,” Clint said to her. From the sizeable bulge in both men’s jeans, she was pretty sure she did. She gave him a saucy look. “I’ll look even better with a cock in my mouth.” Clint’s answer was a husky groan. Tugging his shirt

from the waistband of his jeans, he hurriedly undid the buttons and shrugged out of it. Beside him, Blaine did the same. The rest of their clothes quickly followed, leaving both of them gloriously naked before her. Both tall and muscular, they were a beautiful sight to behold. And being on her knees in front of them, naked and bound hand and foot, was too hot for words. Once again, her husband took the lead. Wrapping his hand around the base of his cock, he slid the other in her hair and tilted her head back to he could rub the head of his cock against her lips. She parted her lips, eager for more, but he wouldn’t let her have it. Instead, he teased her mercilessly for what seemed like hours before he allowed her to wrap her lips around him. If she had her way, she would have swallowed him completely, but tonight he was in charge, which meant she must play the part of his obedient slave. So, she swirled her tongue around the tip of his shaft until he gave her permission to do more. When he finally slid his hard length all the way into her mouth, she moaned. “That’s it,” he said. “Swallow my cock.” She did as he told her, letting him slide all the way down her throat. It was always a huge turn on for her as much as she knew it was for him, but doing it while she was tied up and helpless made it ten times more erotic. Heather would gladly have sucked on his cock until

she made him come, but after fucking her mouth until she had him on the edge, Clint pulled out. He bent to kiss her long and hard on the mouth. “Time to show Blaine your appreciation.” When Clint stepped back, the other man immediately moved forward, spreading his legs and offering his cock to her. Unlike her husband, Blaine didn’t want her to teasing him. Instead, he slowly fucked her mouth, going deep, then pulling back out before repeating the move over and over again. She was sure the rhythmic motion would have made him climax, but he slid out before he let himself come. Heather was amazed at the men’s control. If she were on the brink of orgasm, she wasn’t so sure she would have been able to hold back. But both Clint and Blaine must have wanted more foreplay because they took turns letting her suck on their cocks. She happily moved back and forth from one to the other, swirling her tongue over the head of Clint’s shaft, then swallowing him deep before wrapping her mouth around Blaine’s erection and doing the same thing to him. Licking two men while they were standing side by side was always a huge turn-on for her, and her pussy throbbed with excitement. If her hands hadn’t been tied behind her back, she’d be touching herself for sure. After she deep-throated each man yet again, Clint let

out a ragged groan. “I need to be inside you.” Heather’s breathing quickened as Blaine moved around to untie her. The minute she was free, Clint took her hand and pulled her to her feet, tugging her against him for a kiss that left her breathless. Still holding onto her hands, Clint backed toward the big bed, taking her with him. When he lay back on it, Heather automatically straddled him. Finding the head of his cock, she rubbed against it before sheathing him inside her wetness inch by rock-hard inch. Moaning, she leaned forward to cover his mouth with hers. He murmured something against her mouth, cupping her ass in his big hands and urging her up and down on his shaft. She obeyed, her fingers finding their way into his dark hair as her tongue tangled with his. She was so into what they were doing she all but forgot about Blaine again until she felt his finger tease the opening of her anus. Heather dragged her mouth away from Clint’s to look over her shoulder and saw Blaine kneeling on the bed behind her, a hopeful look in his eye and a condom on his cock. “Would you like me in your ass?” he asked huskily. Surprised, but also pleased he was waiting for her to give him the okay before he went any further, she smiled and nodded. “I’d love it.”

She’d had anal sex before, of course, but something told her it was going to be even more amazing with a hunk like Blaine. She opened her mouth to tell him there was lube in the bedside table, but closed it again when he ran his finger along her slick pussy and realized she was wet enough to provide her own. Her pulse racing with anticipation, Heather turned back around to see Clint gazing up at her, his dark eyes smoldering. She bent to kiss him again, taking full and total possession of his mouth. Behind her, Blaine carefully slid his finger in her anus. Little tingles of pleasure flowed through her as he tenderly moved his finger in and out. She whimpered against Clint’s mouth, hoping Blaine would take that as a hint to finger-fuck her a little harder, but instead, he pulled his finger out. A moment, later she felt the head of his penis against the puckered opening. Clint gripped her ass cheeks, spreading them for the other man even as Blaine grasped her waist. “That’s it, baby. Take his cock in your ass.” Having her husband spread her wide so another man could fuck her in the ass was unbelievably erotic, and Heather moaned as Blaine slowly slid in her ass. He was thick and hot inside her, and she automatically clenched around him. He hadn’t even started thrusting and she already felt like she was having an orgasm.

Unable to help herself, she rotated her hips, grinding against both Clint and Blaine. The men began to thrust in unison, their movements slow and hypnotic, and she lost herself in the rhythm. Being fucked by two men at once was one of the most amazing experiences in the world, and she didn’t want to rush it. And yet, she couldn’t resist undulating her hips faster. “Take me hard,” she demanded against her husband’s mouth. “You want me to fuck you harder?” he asked. “Or Blaine?” She moaned. “Both of you!” They obeyed, pumping into her more and more forcefully until she thought she might pass out. But she mustn’t have because she felt every glorious sensation as it rippled through her in wave after wave. Heather dug her nails into Clint’s shoulders and she buried her face in his neck, muffling her screams of ecstasy. It was difficult to tell which part of her body had the stronger orgasm, her pussy or her ass, but as she came over and over again, she decided it didn’t matter. It felt incredible, and that was all she needed to know. Clint and Blaine came with her, their climaxes as in synch as their thrusts had been their groans of release hoarse in her ear. Still high on pleasure, Heather was only vaguely

aware of Blaine sliding out of her ass and collapsing on the bed beside them. Beneath her, Clint’s cock still throbbed in her pussy, and she slowly clenched her muscles, drawing out the last few quivers of orgasm before she fell into a blissful sleep with her two hunky cowboys.

***** Heather was still thinking about how incredible their first threesome with Blaine had been over her morning cup of coffee the next day. She’d woken up a few hours earlier to find herself sandwiched between them with her head on Clint’s chest and her ass pressed up against Blaine as he spooned her. After kissing each of them good morning, she’d given each of them a nice, long blowjob, which both men thanked her for with some mind-blowing oral sex. Of course, that meant they all needed a shower, which they’d taken together, so it was no wonder that it was almost ten before Blaine had left. Thankfully, it was Sunday, so she and Clint usually slept in anyway. Across the table from Heather, her husband grinned. “Looks like the new ranch hand is fitting in even better than we thought. It’s going to be interesting when Holden and Mav get back, though.” Her brow furrowed. The other two ranch hands knew

better than to be jealous. “What do you mean?” Clint shrugged. “Just wondering if you can handle four men at once.” The image of Clint, Holden, Mav and Blaine making love to her at the same time made her pussy quiver. She smiled. “I don’t think that’s going to be a problem. In fact, I’m looking forward to it.”

About the Author Paige Tyler is a full-time, multi-published, awardwinning writer of erotic romance. She and her research assistant (otherwise known as her husband!) live on the beautiful Florida coast with their easygoing dog and their lazy, I-refuse-to-get-off-the-couch-for-anything-butfood cat. When not working on her latest book, Paige enjoys reading, jogging, doing Pilates, yoga and P90X, going to the beach, watching Pro football and vacationing with her husband at Disney. She loves writing about strong, sexy alpha males and the feisty, independent women who fall for them. From verbal foreplay to sexual heat, her wickedly hot stories of romance, adventure, passion and true love will bring a blush to your cheeks and leave you breathlessly panting for more! www.paigetylertheauthor.com