Hard Luck Ranch Page 4

  He was here to make peace, wasn’t he? He didn’t know how intimate it would be.

  Breaking their eye contact, Everett looked around the bright airy space. The house seemed different somehow but his male gaze couldn’t exactly pinpoint the changes.

  “Where’s Dorry?” he asked, feeling his way to comfortable ground. His hand was still locked in Emma Miller’s surprisingly firm grip.

  “Gone away,” Emma said shortly. “And good riddance. I can take care of the house myself, with only some daily help.”

  “That’s good,” Everett murmured, barely conscious of what he was saying. He was starting to sweat in earnest. “Uh, where’s Wes?”

  “He’ll be down in a minute,” his hostess said airily, waving away the idea of her husband with her free hand. “I thought we could take the time to get to know each other better, Everett. May I call you Everett?”

  He didn’t want to encourage the strange intimacy that had sprung up between them. Even now her index finger was tracing a small pattern into the center of his palm and the tiny movement was driving him crazy. His cock swelled out to fill the crotch of his stiff new denims.

  Yet he had to nod in response to her question. What else could he do? She’d called him by his name before, that day she’d stopped by his office.

  Emma gestured for him to come over to a low sofa so new it still looked like it was posing for a catalog drawing. “Please sit down, Everett.”

  “Thank you, Mrs Miller.”

  “Emma,” she corrected, sitting so close to him on the sofa cushion that she was practically in his lap.

  “Emma,” he gritted out. He tried to shift his gaze to the floor, the wall, anywhere but her fashionable décolleté, but it was impossible to ignore the creamy smooth flesh so few inches from his face.

  Everett licked his lips. He wondered again what her nipples would look like.

  “Why don’t you check and see?”

  It took him only a second to realize what he’d said aloud. Fuck, what a trait for a lawman to have—to blurt out his thoughts at the exact moment that he needed most to keep them to himself.

  Everett gaped at her. He could understand why he’d said what he had but he could hardly believe what Emma Miller had said in response.

  He cleared his throat loudly. “Madam, surely you don’t mean—”

  She let go of his hand to bring both of hers up to her bodice. With a few deft motions, she undid the laces and let the material sag down in front, revealing more of her swelling breasts. Reaching up, she pulled the dress down completely.

  Her breasts were beautiful, shaped and sized for a man’s hand with straining rose-red nipples.

  Almost against his will, Everett stretched out to touch them. He grazed the pad of his thumb over the closest peak, startling a gasp from her lips. Then he squeezed the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, watching as it stiffened into a hard, tight bud. He moved his hand, repeating the motion with the other nipple until it too stood proud and taut on her naked breast.

  He couldn’t believe he was doing this. That he was touching her. Emma Miller. Wes’ wife.

  He could feel the beat of her heart beneath his hand. It grew as quick as his did.

  Everett got up from the sofa and knelt before her. He left his hand at her right breast but turning his head to her left. He leaned forward, put out his tongue and licked her nipple with the flat of his tongue. The gasp was a soft moan. So sweet, so deliciously feminine.

  He sucked the entire bud into his mouth, drawing on it intently. The buzzing in his ears was like a storm. He barely heard her moans or the sucking sounds his mouth caused. All he could think of was his erect cock imprisoned in his pants and whether or not he was making her wet.

  Everett reached his hand down to her ankle then back up her leg, beneath her flowing skirts. Her skin was hot and smooth. When he reached the place between her legs, she jerked against him.

  She was wet. Ready.

  He traced her pussy lips with his finger, coating it in her juices, before he pushed it inside her.

  So tight. Her cunny clutched and strained around his finger, hungry for more. He added a second finger, feeling her stretch and widen to accommodate the increased penetration.

  He started to shift his fingers, slowly thrusting in and out of her sopping pussy while pressing his thumb to her core. He’d forgotten how velvety soft a woman was, with that hint of muscular strength within that promised a smooth fuck.

  Emma rolled her head back onto the sofa as she pushed her mound against his hand, silently demanding more.

  Lord, she was sweet. He wanted to make her scream.

  “Howdy, Ev.”

  There were few ways a man wanted to be caught alone with a woman, but being caught out with your hand inside a man’s wife had to be worst, by Everett’s reckoning.

  Wes’ voice affected him like a fall from a big horse. The impact went straight through his body.

  Wes was going to kill him. Hell, he had every fucking right.

  Chapter Five

  Everett took his time removing his fingers from Emma’s slick cunny. She popped her eyes open, bluer than ever. Instead of the panic he’d expected, they were dreamy and calm. Only her cheeks were flushed pinkly, though he had the strange thought that that was more because of what he’d just been doing to her than the fact that her husband had just walked into the room.

  He got to his feet with slow deliberation, giving Wes all the time in the world to clobber him one. Hell, he fully deserved it. No matter how sweet and sexy his wife was, there was no excuse for what Everett had just been doing with her.

  But when he turned to face the other man, Wes was smiling. Everett’s stomach lurched with an old sick familiarity. It was that smile that he’d always loved. That smile that had haunted his dreams for years. That smile that he pictured when he rubbed and tugged at his own cock, seeking oblivion.

  Wes walked toward him. “I’m glad you came, Ev.”

  Everett glanced back at Emma, whose head still lolled against the back of the sofa, then at Wes again. It was impossible that his friend couldn’t have seen what they’d just done.

  “Oh, but darling,” Emma called softly, “he hasn’t come yet. You interrupted us.”

  Everett’s eyes widened as Wes’ expression changed to one of chagrin.

  “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” said Wes. “I meant to give you some time alone to get to know each other but I reckon we have plenty of time yet for that. Don’t we, Ev?”

  Slowly but surely, Everett had worked out the set up he’d walked into, and incredulous joy flooded his body as he realized the truth. Wes…and Emma…and him. Together. All together.

  After the torment of loving and wanting Wes for so long, it was too good to be true.

  Everett narrowed his eyes at his best friend. “I thought—you said you didn’t want this.”

  Wes took another step closer to him. “That, maybe. Back then. It was a long time ago, Ev. I was young and scared and stupid. I couldn’t accept the truth about you and me. It took Emma’s coming to change my mind.”

  Everett turned back to look Emma again. Her smile was soft but wide.

  “You did this?” he asked, his voice choking him.

  She nodded. “I knew almost from the beginning that you loved Wes too and when I heard about everything you two shared together over your lives, I started to love you too.”

  Everett had to close his eyes as his emotions threatened to unman him with stupid tears.

  “Everett, are you okay?” Emma’s lovely voice called his name.

  Then he felt Wes’ arm wind around his waist, holding him. Supporting him.

  Everett shook his head, unable to speak. This woman’s generosity and kindness had brought him to this point. To where Wes could touch him without shame. To where they could all be together.

  “He’s all right, darlin’,” he heard Wes say. “Just give him a minute.”

  “Wes,” he groaned, moving his head towa
rd the other man, half-afraid that he would once again turn away.

  Instead, Wesley met him in the middle and they touched their mouths together, first tentatively then with increasing fervor as a lifetime of frustrated need came to the fore.

  Without words, they turned into each other’s arms, meeting fully. Their bodies strained together, muscle against muscle, fused in their desire. Everett opened his lips and shoved his tongue into Wes’ eager mouth. He tasted rich and dark, like coffee laced with liquor. It was everything Everett loved and wanted.

  It was Wes who finally drew away, leaving both men panting for breath.

  “No, not like this,” Wes told him as he held out a hand to his wife. “Come, Emma. We need you for this.”

  Emma stood then walked the few steps to close the distance.

  Everett expected to feel frustration at the delay and the fact that Wesley insisted on putting the woman at the forefront, but the way she slipped between their bodies felt natural. Her softness triggered an instinctive protectiveness in him and when he saw the love shining in Wes’ face, he knew that this small woman was exactly what they had needed all along.

  Wes lowered his head to brush his lips against his wife’s mouth. When he lifted it swiftly, Everett knew that it was now his turn. He touched his lips, still tingling from Wes’ kiss, to Emma’s mouth. Her kiss was warm and her lips trembled ever so slightly.

  This was new territory for all of them, but for her, born and raised so far away in the great city, it was also a whole new world. He would have to remember that.

  Emma’s soft mouth was different from Wes’ yet also familiar, like the coffee brewed on a stove resembled the kind that was boiled over a wood camp fire. His already hard member swelled more as Wes moved his hand over Everett’s ass, grabbing and squeezing it through the thick denim.

  He broke off the kiss with Emma to find Wes’ mouth again. This time he clutched onto both of their waists while he and Wes kissed hungrily, occasionally sliding his hands down to find and grip both Wes’ and Emma’s asses. He wanted them both. Right now.

  Wes finally broke away, his eyes dark and flashing with need, then he turned to his lovely wife.

  “Lay your hands on the back of the sofa and kneel upon it,” he told her. When she did as directed, Wes moved behind her and stretched for her breasts, kneading them in his palms.

  Seeing the two of them together excited Everett far more than he’d anticipated. Without waiting for any further invitation, he undid his pants and took his cock into his hand. It weighed heavily in his palm, thicker and more swollen than he’d ever seen it before.

  Wes pushed up his wife’s skirts, exposing her damp pussy to both men’s gazes. When he knelt down and started to lick her cunny, Everett’s dick twitched in his hand. He didn’t know how much more of this he could watch.

  Moving silently, he knelt on the floor behind Wes and reached around him as he had done to his wife. Except Everett’s goal wasn’t any bubbies but the thick shaft between Wes’ legs. A few quick movements released it from his trousers into Everett’s ready hand and he grasped it experimentally while he continued to stroke his own member.

  Wes groaned against his wife’s pussy, his mouth leaving her soaking lips with an audible suck. He let his head fall back onto Everett’s shoulder, surrendering himself to the tug and constriction of the other man’s strong hand.

  “Fuck, Ev, that feels good!”

  The words were like raindrops across Everett’s parched soul. He’d waited so long to hear them.

  When he looked over Wes’ shoulder to his wife, she was staring back over her own shoulder and he could see the satisfaction in her eyes. An important silent communication passed between them in that glance. She understood how he felt because she knew what it was to love Wesley. And in that moment he knew that he could love her too, not just because they both loved Wes, but because she was a warm and generous and sensuous woman who could give him something Wes could not—sympathy and innate understanding.

  Wes’ dick started to jerk between Everett’s fingers and Wes pulled away. Once again, he was calling the shots.

  “No, I want you to be first,” he said, sliding across the floor and away from Emma. “I want you to take her, Ev.”

  Everett swallowed hard. It had been a long time since he’d been with a woman. For a moment he was afraid of shaming himself. Then he remembered that sweet stretch of her pussy around his fingers and he wanted it badly. He wanted to be inside her. Now.

  He stood, his cock dangling free. Before he could move his hand to guide it into Emma’s glistening cunny, Wes’ fingers closed over his dick. So it was that the husband guided him into the wife’s pussy.

  She was so tight and hot. She moaned softly when he entered her. He was no thicker than Wes but his shaft was longer and it took her a minute or two to take the full length of him before he withdrew again. He went slowly, pushing his dick inside inch by inch and watching it be swallowed up by her sweet cunt. Increasing his pleasure was the hand Wes snaked between his legs, cupping Everett’s balls and tenderly massaging them.

  Everett turned back and caught Wes’ mouth, their tongues tangling wildly while he started to fuck Emma’s pussy in earnest.

  Little gasps escaped her wide opened mouth. He could see her panting for breath when she turned her face back to look at them. Her eyes widened as she watched the men kissing roughly then she lowered her hand to her sensitive core and played with the nub there while Everett fucked her cunny deeply. Her gasps lengthened into throaty moans.

  “My turn,” Wes whispered hoarsely.

  Everett reluctantly withdrew from Emma’s sopping pussy and Wes took his place, feeding his shaft into her with great care.

  Everett moved behind his friend, holding his hips still with one hand while he felt along his damp ass crease with the other. The tension thrummed through the other man’s body as he explored his moist crevice and he knew that Wes wanted to move. Emma shifted restlessly beneath her husband, obviously missing the slow thrust and withdrawal of a cock inside her.

  But Everett took his time preparing Wes’ asshole. He stuck his finger into his mouth before inserting it carefully into Wes’ ass, waiting until he relaxed before sticking it further and further inside. Then, when he was satisfied with his response, Everett changed to two fingers, using the same spit polish and insertion technique that had worked for his partners in the past.

  Yet he never forgot that this was Wes standing before him. That this was Wes’ taut ass he caressed and Wes’ asshole that he entered. Knowing that this was Wes made him impatient when he needed to be patient and rough when he wanted to be gentle.

  As he changed to three fingers, he let go of Wes’ hip. Immediately, Wes began to press his dick into his wife’s pussy, wringing a shuddering sigh from her. When he pulled back, he impaled his ass deeper onto Everett’s screwed together fingers, making him come to a momentary standstill.

  Everett had to clear his throat before he could ask the necessary question. The picture of his fingers up Wes’ ass was so delightful.

  “Still fine, Wes?”

  For a response, Wes wriggled his butt against Everett’s hand. “God, yes,” he groaned.

  Everett removed his fingers and got up to stand behind Wes, pushing him slightly forward over his wife’s back so that he could have clear access to his ass. It was a beautiful ass, high and well-muscled. He gave the cheeks a loving squeeze as he placed the tip of his shaft into the crease.

  Wes cried out and reared forward, impaling his wife, who in turn moaned loudly. Both sounds were like music to Everett.

  He pressed forward another inch. Then another. He moved slowly just like he had done with his fingers, giving Wes plenty of space to move and fuck Emma’s delicious pussy. But when he drew back, it was onto Everett’s waiting dick.

  Truly, Wes was caught between a cock and a soft place.

  Sweat broke out over Everett’s chest as he forced himself to take it slowly and allow Wes the f
ull enjoyment of the new experience. It was new to Everett too. Despite all of his sexual escapades he’d never fucked a man and a woman together before.

  He eased his shaft fully into Wes’ ass, marveling as he had done that first time long ago in the muscular flex and tightness of it. When he was fully imbedded, he kept his hips ground close to Wes’ buttocks, reveling in the connection. Wes, in turn, was buried to the balls in his wife’s cunt.

  Everett reached one hand in the middle of their tightly clasped bodies to feel where Wes’ penis entered Emma’s pussy. Like his dick in Wes’ ass, it too was a perfect fit. He stroked the place where they fused together, stopping to tease Wes’ dangling scrotum with his fingertips before reaching forward and latching onto Emma’s tight nub. She gave a little scream when he rubbed it roughly, abrading the sensitive nerves with the pad of his fingers.

  Then he started to move, pulling back and pushing into Wes’ ass with an age-old rhythm, forcing Wes to do the same to Emma’s cunny. Their combined force pounded her exposed pussy while his fingers plied her core. In moments, she came to climax, her nub trembling her juices leaking out onto his hand and Wes’ rigid thighs.

  “Oh, God, Emma!” Wes shouted when her cunt spasmed around him. “I love you!”

  Everett shut his eyes to a momentary pain that clenched around his heart. Love. That was the one ingredient missing from their little mix. The one thing that Emma possessed that he still hungered after. Wes’ love.

  “Don’t stop,” Emma sobbed while Wes’ hips held hard against her buttocks.

  Wes reached forward and pushed the damp hair from her face. “Don’t worry, darlin’, I won’t ever stop.”

  The tender note in his voice made Everett’s constricted heart hurt even more but he forced himself to go on as if he hadn’t heard. But this time he didn’t hold back. Patience and gentleness went out the door, along with any desire to go easy on Wes’ barely broken in ass.

  He rode Wes hard, leveraging his position behind him into long deep strokes that pushed further and further inside him, until he knew that the grunts Wes was giving were mingled pleasure and pain.