Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Ford stood over Dylan as he turned on the tub’s faucet in his bathroom. “Did she say when she’d get here?”
His boss straightened from testing the water’s temperature with his hand. “I told her seven-thirty.” He wiped his damp hand along his denim-covered thigh, drawing Ford’s gaze there.
For a second, it took him back to last week when Dylan had him strapped down to the spanking bench and was railing him hard. Surprisingly, that memory woke up his cock. While he didn’t like to bottom, he wasn’t mad about it.
He might even consider letting Dylan fuck him again.
But not tonight.
Tonight, they had other plans. They ran into each other two days ago in the event hall while he was fixing a light. Even though they hadn’t been exactly avoiding each other, they also hadn’t been actively searching each other out.
But it had been the perfect time, since no one else was around, to have a discussion about Dylan fucking Erin in the tack room and where they would go from there.
Ford had stopped in at her place after he caught a glimpse of her driving off the ranch the other day. If she hadn’t been there looking for Ford, he had to assume she’d been looking for Dylan.
His guess had been correct.
She had shared with him everything that happened, including Dylan coming inside her. Instead of inciting jealousy, that confession made him instantly hard.
Unfortunately, she had already soaked in a warm tub and most of what Dylan left inside her had been washed away. However, the evidence of a crop striking her flesh was still visible.
He made her plant her hands on her kitchen counter and bend over so he could inspect those fresh marks. How much he got turned on over someone else whipping her ass and fucking her surprised him.
He chalked it up to that someone being Dylan.
It also made him wish he’d been there.
When asked, she admitted her ex had made her come twice during their time in the barn. Ford had been determined to match that number, if not beat it. By the time he left her that night, she was out cold from exhaustion. Though, thoroughly satisfied.
If she was okay with having sex with them both, nothing was stopping them from doing her at the same time. And while they were at it, doing each other, as well.
Ford asked, “Does she know I’ll be here?”
“No. I wanted it to be a surprise.” Dylan grabbed a container of bath salts from the bathroom counter and sprinkled some into the rising water.
“Are we really doing this?” His nostrils flared as he picked up a pleasant floral scent coming from the tub.
Dylan’s eyebrows shot up. “Second thoughts? We discussed this the other day in the hall.” He went over to the light switches and dimmed the recessed lighting.
Dimmable bathroom lights had been a must when Ford helped build Dylan’s addition. Now he saw why. It gave the large bathroom a more spa-like atmosphere.
Their plan was to pamper Erin. Make tonight an “experience” and all about her. “I know. It’s not her I’m worried about. She’s clearly shown she wants us both.”
Dylan screwed the cap back on the bath salt container and put it away under the sink. “But you’re concerned about the two of us.”
“Of course. We’re both dominant. That alone could cause issues.”
“Only if we let it.”
Right. Dylan was making it out to be simpler than it was. He needed to factor in human emotions, including jealousy and possessiveness.
“You said you’ve never been exclusive, so it shouldn’t be an issue, correct?” Dylan asked.
“Yes, and you already know that. Not only did we tell you, but I certainly wasn’t bent out of shape when you cropped her ass and came inside her the other day.”
Hazel eyes met his. “It turned you on.”
Ford wasn’t ashamed to admit it. “Enough to fuck her right after you did. I only wished she had left you inside her when I did. I got there a little too late.”
Dylan tipped his blond head and groaned out a, “Fuck.”
One side of Ford’s mouth pulled up at his boss’s unexpected reaction. “Apparently, I’m not the only one?”
Dylan lifted his head. “We’ll see what tonight brings.”
“Hopefully lots of pleasure. For all three of us.”
“I have no doubt we can team up to achieve that. But…”
Ford scrunched his brow. “But?”
“I’m sure you already understand why I struggle with my jealousy?—”
“She was your first love,” Ford finished for him, then added with a shrug, “Mine, too.” When Dylan raised his eyebrows at that confession, he explained, “Just because we’re not exclusive doesn’t mean I can’t care deeply about her.”
“I figured as much. Now what?”
Ford shrugged. “Tonight, we make the best of the situation.”
“Have you had a threesome before?”
“Yes. You?”
“No.” Dylan frowned. “Has she?”
Good question. “Not with me, she hasn’t.” Usually, the guys he hooked up with were only into guys. Not that he had a deep and meaningful conversation with them about their sexuality. And he couldn’t imagine asking around for a third in Fisher Falls since Ford and Erin pretended to only be “friends.”
“Then that’s our answer. She told me she hasn’t had sex with anyone but you since Hart died.”
Holy shit. He had assumed she had since she never told him otherwise. He also never asked, as it was her business and hers alone. Just like he didn’t talk about any of his own sexual encounters. Or the fact it was only with men and that she was the only woman he was intimate with. “I… had no idea.”
“Now you do. We have to assume this will be her first time, so we need to be careful.”
“She might not like you treating her with kid gloves.”
“I didn’t say we should treat her like she’s breakable. I said be careful. We’ll give her whatever she wants and maybe even what she doesn’t realize she wants.” Dylan glanced at his cell phone. “She should be here shortly. We should finish getting ready and set the trap.”
Ford’s eyebrows pinched together. “Trap?”
Dylan grinned. “Follow my lead.”
Erin stopped at the entrance to Dylan’s wing of the farmhouse. She pursed her lips as she read the hand-written sign taped to the door.
Door’s unlocked. Follow the trail of rose petals to find me.
“What in the world?” she whispered, then softly snort-laughed at the last sentence. Eat this note so my nosy siblings don’t see it.
She ripped the sign down and balled it within her fist. She was not eating it. She hadn’t eaten paper since she about two years old.
But what was all this? Was Dylan trying to woo her? Steal her away from Ford?
While she liked a little romance, she already told him that she and Ford came as a package deal.
With a sigh, she opened the door, and the sound of soft rock filled her ears at the same time she saw a path of vibrant red petals scattered on the wood floor. Dropping the balled-up note on the small table next to the door, she called out, “Dylan?”
Of course he didn’t answer. He expected her to follow his orders, not question them. Since she had worn sandals with shorts and a tank top, she kicked them off and placed them neatly by the front door.
She hoped he hadn’t planned anything too fancy since she was casually dressed. The trail of rose petals leading to the closed bathroom door on the opposite side of the living area might say otherwise. It most likely wouldn’t matter how she was dressed since she could pretty much guess she wouldn’t be wearing clothes for too long.
She did what the note said and followed the petals to the bathroom. With her hand gripping the doorknob, she leaned closer and listened carefully.
Nothing but the music could be heard.
When she opened it, she poked her head in and whispered, “Dylan?”
No sign of him.
As soon as she walked in, her nose immediately picked up the light scent of lavender. The lights were dimmed low and candles flickered softly on the long quartz counter. A few larger pedestal candles on the floor circled the large standalone, jetted tub.
After shutting the door, she approached it and noticed more petals floating on top of the steaming water.
Oh yes , it seemed like he wanted her to join him in a romantic interlude. He went above and beyond to make it all so inviting.
She pinched her forearm to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. No one had ever done anything like this for her before. Certainly not Kyle. Or Ford. Or even Dylan.
“Get in the tub,” Dylan’s order came from who knew where.
“Are you joining me?”
“In a minute. Do as I order, Erin.”
Fine. If she had to.
She smiled. “Yes, Sir.” Soaking in a warm lavender-scented tub surrounded by candles would certainly not be a hardship.
After quickly stripping off her clothes, she folded them neatly and placed them on the corner of the counter. When she went back to the tub, she drew a finger through the water to make sure it wasn’t too hot or cold before climbing in with a sigh.
She loved taking baths. Besides having sex with Ford, she considered soaking in a warm bath as self-care. Especially when it was scented with bath salts, bath bombs or even bubble bath.
Slipping farther down into the silky water, until only her shoulders and head were exposed, she turned the jets on low and waited for Dylan to come through the door. He had to be hiding in his bedroom.
Why was he being so mysterious?
It wasn’t like she didn’t know he invited her over for sex. It had been quite obvious when his text simply asked, “Repeat?”
When she texted back her acceptance to his invitation, he gave her the time and place but no other details.
Even so, why was he hiding? Was he about to jump out in some crazy leather bodysuit with a whip in his hand?
She giggled softly at the thought of Dylan wearing a leather onesie.
After a few more minutes of waiting, she leaned her head back against the little waterproof pillow and closed her eyes. She might as well enjoy the wait. However, if he didn’t make an appearance before the water turned cold, she was drying off, getting dressed and heading out.
She must’ve drifted off to sleep because when she finally opened her eyes, it wasn’t only Dylan in the bathroom with her. Ford was there, too. Both stood by the tub, wearing only boxer briefs.
She blinked. Was she still asleep? Was this a dream?
It had to be. How lucky could a woman get? She had two hot, handsome men, with the impressive outlines of erections pushing through their cotton-blend underwear at her fingertips.
She had to assume their hard-ons were over her. Not each other.
Wait. “Is this real?”
Ford answered first. “I hope so.”
“But… what is all this? Dylan never said you’d be here.”
Dylan answered next. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”
“Well, color me surprised,” she said.
Dylan continued. “We came to an agreement and decided that there’s no reason for us to be jealous of each other when the three of us can all have what we want.”
“And what do we all want?” she asked.
“Each other.”
“At once?” She wanted to make sure they were all in agreement.
“Of course.” Ford looked pleased about the whole situation. As he should.
“On this ranch, you can have anything you desire, as long as it’s legal and consensual, remember?” Dylan asked.
This was what she and Ford had wanted. Dylan to join them. She just never expected for him to agree. So, this was a new twist. One she wouldn’t complain about.
“I never thought you’d agree,” she murmured.
“You like us both. We both like you. We both like each other. It makes perfect sense,” Dylan explained.
As long as it didn’t cause issues between them. That was her only worry.
Or would it start off in a honeymoon stage and in the end, someone—if not all three—would get hurt or become bitter, ruining the relationships?
Did she want to risk losing Ford? Absolutely not.
Did she want to continue to explore a sexual relationship with Dylan? Yes.
So, this could end up being the perfect situation. Tonight could be the first step in seeing if it would all work.
“Did you two have sex together before I got here?”
The two men glanced at each other before they both answered, “No,” at the same time.
She fought a smile. “Were you tempted?”
“We wanted to wait for you,” Dylan said.
“Of course we were,” Ford answered truthfully.
“So, no kissing or touching? Those hard-ons are caused from anticipation of what will come next now that I’m here?”
Ford winked at her playfully while Dylan stumbled over his answer. “I… We…”
Erin lifted a hand out of the water. “That sounds like a yes. I’m sorry I missed it.”
“We could give you a replay,” Ford suggested.
Below the water, her pussy clenched. “Yes, please,” she practically breathed.
The men again looked at each other for a few seconds, communicating silently.
That was a good sign.
When they both took a step toward each other, Erin held her breath in anticipation.
Suddenly, their mouths were smashed together, Dylan’s hand gripped the back of Ford’s head while Ford gripped Dylan’s waist as their lips moved, and their tongues tangled.
One of them groaned as they ground their cocks together and kissed each other with desperation.
Wow. She’d never seen anything quite so hot. She wanted to see more but also wanted in on it.
When they finally broke the kiss, both men were panting and staring into each other’s eyes.
Now that might be even hotter than the kiss. Desire was apparent in their eyes as both sets lowered toward her in the tub.
Her nipples were so tight, they ached. Her pussy was getting wet, and it wasn’t from the bath water. “Should I get out?”
“Not yet,” Dylan’s voice was thicker than normal.
“But you two are out there and I’m in here. Unfortunately, the tub isn’t big enough for the three of us.”
“Tonight, we want this to be all about you. We want to take care of you.”
“I’m not here to have sex?” she asked Dylan.
Once the men stepped apart, he responded with, “Neither of us said that.”
“Good, because after seeing that kiss, I’m ready.”
“You’re going to have to have some patience,” Ford informed her, then followed with, “So are we.”