17. Not Done With You
Not Done With You
Quinn
A ttempting to make out on the beach wasn’t the brightest idea. There was a complete lack of privacy, and on top of that, Tater Tot attracted a lot of attention. The last thing I needed was to go viral for too much PDA.
Reid stayed behind us as we headed back to the ranch. The trail was dark, besides the light from the moon, and I clung to the saddle horn as if something was about to jump out and scare the horse.
When we crested the last rise before the ranch, I breathed a sigh of relief and Kellan laughed from behind me. “You aren’t scared of the dark, are you?”
I turned my head enough so he could hear me. “I’m scared of what’s hiding there. There’s probably some man lurking in the shadows.”
“Or bears.”
I stiffened. “What do you mean, bears?”
“I know it’s not like the Sierra Nevada, but we’re along a mountain range. There was a bear the other day in downtown Pismo. Don’t worry though; they’re black bears.”
“Black bears? I’m pretty sure the color doesn’t matter when something is mauling you to death.” My voice pitched higher with each word.
Kellan’s chest rumbled against my back. “Black bears are pretty timid. They’re more likely to run away than attack.”
“Well, that’s reassuring. I’ll remember to tell it that while it’s snacking on my femur.”
His arm tightened around my waist, and I felt his breath against my ear. “I’d heroically sacrifice myself so you could get away.”
“How noble.”
I glanced over my shoulder, hoping to spot Reid’s silhouette again.
The moonlight caught him perfectly. He was close enough that I could make out his steady presence on horseback but maintained enough distance to give us space.
Something about knowing he was there, watching, made tingles dance across my skin.
The lights of the ranch appeared ahead, a warm glow punctuating the darkness. As we approached the stables, my anxiety about bears vanished, replaced by a different kind of nervous energy.
We were actually going to do this. Yes, Reid had watched before, but this time was different. This time I knew what their intentions were. This time I wanted them both.
Kellan dismounted first, his boots hitting the ground with a soft thud. He reached up to help me, his hands strong and sure at my waist even though I didn’t need his help. I slid down against his body, my hands braced on his shoulders.
“You two enjoy your sunset?” Reid’s voice was low as he dismounted his horse in one fluid motion.
I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “It was beautiful. Though Kellan tried to convince me we’re in bear country.”
“We are.” Reid led his horse toward the stable doors.
“See?” Kellan nudged me with his elbow. “I wasn’t trying to scare you into my arms.”
“Though it worked,” I muttered, following them into the hay-scented interior of the stables.
The familiar sounds of horses shuffling in their stalls surrounded us, oddly comforting after the vast darkness of the trail. I stood to the side, not entirely sure what to do with myself as the men began unbuckling saddles and removing bridles.
The way their muscles moved under their shirts as they lifted the heavy gear made my mouth go dry.
“Think you could give us a hand?” Kellan glanced over his shoulder at me with a mischievous smile. “Or are you too tired from our adventure?”
I crossed my arms. “I’m not tired. What do you need me to do?”
Reid nodded toward the tack room. “Saddles need wiping down after being near the salt air.”
“I can handle that.” I’d helped Enzo wipe down saddles a few days ago.
Inside the tack room, the walls were lined with hooks holding bridles and other leather equipment I couldn’t name. Several saddles rested on wooden stands, and the air smelled like leather.
Kellan brought in the first saddle and placed it on an empty stand. “Get all the sand off, then give it a light coat of this.” He held up a bottle of leather conditioner.
I nodded, taking the bottle and a clean rag from him. “I think I can manage not to destroy a very expensive saddle.”
His eyes raked over me. “That’s my girl.”
My heart fluttered at the possessive term. I wasn’t his girl. Was I? I wasn’t anyone’s, technically. But the way my pulse quickened suggested my body had other ideas.
Reid brought in the second saddle, setting it on another stand without a word, his eyes meeting mine briefly before he returned to the horses.
I set to work, carefully wiping down the first saddle, making sure to get into all the crevices. The leather was smooth under my fingers, worn in places from years of use. I admired the craftsmanship, the detailed stitching, and the way it was both functional and beautiful.
I was so focused on my task that I didn’t hear the footsteps behind me until I felt the warmth of a body at my back. Strong arms wrapped around my waist, and hot lips pressed against the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder.
“Look at you, taking such good care of my saddle.” Kellan’s voice was a low rumble against my skin.
My cleaning cloth stilled on the leather. “I’m trying to be thorough.”
His hands slid up my sides, then back down to my hips. “I’ve been thinking about you bent over my saddle since we left the beach.”
My breath caught. “Oh?”
Kellan plucked the rag from my hands and then guided them to the horn of the saddle. “Put your hands here.” His voice dropped even lower. “And don’t move them.”
Heat pooled between my legs at his commanding tone. I gripped the saddle horn, knuckles whitening.
Kellan stepped back slightly, his hands going to my waistband, unbuttoning my jeans and smoothly tugging them down along with my underwear, far enough to expose me. The cool air of the tack room hit my skin, making me gasp.
“Spread your legs a little wider.” He tapped the inside of my ankle with his boot. “Now lean forward.”
I did as instructed, bending at the waist, my upper body now angled over the saddle. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and impossibly turned on.
Kellan’s hand slid between my legs, fingers tracing my folds. “Already so wet for me.”
I closed my eyes, focusing on the feeling of his fingers exploring me. “It’s been building all night.”
“Has it now?” His finger circled my clit before pushing inside me, making me moan. “Tell me what you’ve been thinking about.”
Before I could answer, I sensed a change in the air. Opening my eyes, I saw Reid standing in the doorway, his intense gaze locked on us. I should have been embarrassed about being caught with my pants down, bent over a saddle. Instead, it only intensified the heat inside me.
Kellan must have noticed my reaction and the way my pussy gripped his fingers. “Look who’s come to join us.”
Reid stepped into the room and moved to stand where I could see him clearly but not close enough to reach.
“How wet is she?” Reid’s question was directed at Kellan, but his eyes remained fixed on my face.
Kellan added another finger, pushing deeper. “Dripping. Feel for yourself.”
Reid shook his head slowly. “Not yet. I want to watch first.”
My cheeks burned at being discussed this way, but my body responded with a rush of wetness that contradicted any objection.
Kellan’s free hand stroked my back. “She looks incredible like this, doesn’t she? Bent over the saddle, waiting to be taken.”
Reid nodded, his eyes darkening. “What do you think, Quinn? Do you like being on display for us?”
“Yes,” I whispered, not trusting my voice to remain steady.
“Do you know what I’ve been thinking about?” Kellan leaned over me, as he continued to work his fingers inside me. “How good you’d look with my cock inside you while Reid watches from this close.”
My knuckles whitened on the saddle horn. “Please.”
Reid moved closer, still not touching me. “Please what, Quinn?”
Kellan’s fingers withdrew, leaving me empty and aching. I heard his belt unbuckle and the rustle of fabric. “Tell us what you want, sweetheart.”
The words were stuck in my throat, but only for a moment. “I want to be fucked.” My cheeks flamed as the word left my tongue, but there really was no other word for what was about to happen.
Reid’s lips curved into a smile. “Good girl.” The approval in those two simple words echoed through me, making my fingers tremble against the saddle horn.
His eyes never left mine, holding me captive in that gaze that seemed to see every desire I’d been trying to hide, every fantasy I’d kept locked away.
The heat of his attention was almost as tangible as Kellan’s touch.
Kellan positioned himself, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. “So fucking perfect.” With one powerful thrust, he filled me completely as I cried out.
“Look at how well she takes it.” Reid’s voice was thick with desire as he watched Kellan move inside me. “Like she was made for your cock.”
Kellan’s hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as he set a punishing rhythm. “She’s so tight and so fucking wet.”
Each thrust pushed me forward against the saddle, and I struggled to maintain my grip on the horn. Reid moved closer, close enough now that I saw the prominent bulge straining against his jeans. He unbuckled his belt, lowering his zipper with deliberate slowness.
“Do you want this too, Quinn?” He freed himself, stroking his length as he watched me being taken from behind.
My mouth watered at the sight. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” His hand stilled.
I licked my lips, eyes locked on his cock. “I want you in my mouth.”
Reid stepped forward until he was standing directly in front of me. “Ask nicely.”
With Kellan still pounding into me from behind, I struggled to form coherent thoughts. “Please, Reid. Please let me taste you.”
He brushed the head of his cock against my lips. “Since you asked so sweetly.”
I opened my mouth, taking him in as far as I could. The angle was challenging with Kellan’s thrusts rocking me forward, but that only added to the intensity of the moment.
Reid’s hand tangled in my hair. “Your mouth feels even better than I imagined.”