Chapter 18
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
True to their word, I’m bundled into a horse-drawn sleigh with Reid on one side, holding the reins, while Henri sits on the other.
I have a toy in my ass, and even though the sensation was a little strange at first… now? That oddly full feeling keeps morphing into wave after wave of subtle pleasure with the gentle motion and jostling of the padded wooden bench beneath us.
The guys agreed earlier that I wouldn’t wear it all day long. A very surreal Christmas morning conversation involved standing around their kitchen discussing the safety of wearing butt plugs for extended periods of time as a newbie.
“This lookout is special during summer.” Reid’s weight leans against me, his arm pressed along my own, his thigh wedged tightly against mine. “But over winter, when the morning sunlight hits just right, it’s even more magical.”
“Do you come up here a lot?” I ask, watching the snowy trail up ahead framed by furry-tipped ears flicking around and elegant long necks.
His chin dips as he expertly maneuvers the two horses pulling our sleigh.
Over the jangle of their harnesses and rhythmic thud of hooves against the packed snow lining the trail, they chuff and snort into the crisp winter air.
There’s only a small group of us for this particular time of the morning, with five teams of horses in total.
From what I overheard as we were getting ready to leave back at the ranch, there will be trips made out here throughout the day, and then by lantern at night as a special Christmas event.
“Boone and I will be up on this ridge regularly during the warmer months, checking on the cattle and moving them around the ranch. On the days hot enough to fry an egg on the rocks out here, there’s a nice shady spot in the creek to dip into.”
“Are these the horses you ride?”
This time, he shakes his head. “We have our quarter horses for regular ranch work; my girl Frida is the one I usually saddle up.” With his chin, he gestures at the two pulling us along.
“Crystal and Bessie here, they’re draft horses, more suited to lazy days, eating their bodyweight in hay.
But they’re strong as hell, so they get to show off that muscle for events like this. ”
“Sneaky that you could conveniently offer to handle the horses for us.” I poke his side.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about, sugar.” The corner of his stubbled mouth twitches.
“You’re also even more sneaky knowing that they picked this particular time for a sleigh ride.” I bite my lip, knowing that my ex is right behind us.
Henri leisurely extends his arm around my shoulders, looking the picture of relaxation. “Tanner can be useful. A little bribery and he let some details slip.”
“A helpful neighbor, hmm?”
“Very much so.” Henri laughs, and a puff of white billows in front of him. There’s something in the way he says it that I can’t quite put my finger on.
“We had to make sure to really ruin their day right from the very first opportunity. Tanner made sure this was the only available time for them, so we could show him just how much he did us a favor by letting you go.”
I squirm a little. A part of me still feels responsible for what happened. A silly sense of guilt for the part I played lingers, something that I struggle to shake off even now.
“You’re tense.” Henri removes his arm from around my shoulders, pulls one glove off with his teeth, then snakes his arm beneath the blanket covering our laps.
“Such a good girl wearing this skirt and those tights for us. Makes it so easy for me to help you relax and enjoy the view.” The wicked, captivating man he is, those strong fingers seek out the hem and shove beneath my skirt.
Before I can react, he slips inside my tights, wedging inside to play with my pussy beneath the blanket.
“Oh god… You can’t… You can’t just do that.” My lips are saying one thing, but my body betrays me. In an instant, I’m lifting my hips, giving him easier access to fondle me however he pleases.
The fact that it does seem to please him—the two of them—is the single most important thing in my world at this moment.
“Does it feel good, knowing you have my fingers right out in the open?” A thick finger glides over my clit.
My lips part on a silent moan, a shakily exhale gusts a stream of white in front of me.
“Look at how very pretty that mouth is,” Henri says to Reid. “I bet she would look oh so gorgeous sucking you. Now that would be a sleigh ride to remember. That would give road head a whole different twist… sled head?”
Reid grunts something inaudible, sounding turned on. All I can do is pant as Henri continues his slow assault on my throbbing clit.
“Would you let me do more than this? What if I bounce you in my lap? Sit you on my cock, and no one would know how tightly you grip me.” He tempts me into thinking of possibilities I’d never have dared to before.
“You’re squeezing those delicious thighs together.
I bet you’d be so snug around me, taking everything.
I wouldn’t even have to move, would I? You’d probably get off just knowing how naughty you were being. ”
“Jesus. Henri.” Reid coughs and briefly transfers the reins to one hand in order to adjust himself.
“Oh, but of course. You have your cowboy to put on a show for. If only he could hear how wet you are. This sweet little cunt is oh, so very drenched, baby. I think our girl likes the idea of being a little reckless.”
“Holy fuck.” I gasp. The way he taunts with those sinful words and equally naughty circles of his fingers trapped beneath my tights, leaves me disoriented.
“You really have the prettiest pussy. She likes being stroked and played with. She deserves so much attention. She’s so very soft and ready to be given more.”
I grip both their thighs for purchase. If there was a magical button to have me forgetting myself and doing as he asks, that’s the spot he’s homed in on, right there.
“Mmm. The way you’re already so swollen.
Is that the thought of me or him inside you this morning that has you so tightly wound?
His fat cock spilling inside you? I bet he’s still leaking out of you.
Even after cleaning you up, your cowboy made sure you were still going to be full of him all day, didn’t he? ”
I whimper softly, and he keeps on teasing.
“Or did he fuck you again when I wasn’t looking?” His voice drops into a more seductive tone, at the same time as he shoves his hand lower, seeking out my entrance.
Blood pounds in my ears. My clit has a heartbeat of its own.
“Ohhh… I see how it is.” From the corner of my eye, I notice him stealing a look at Reid.
“You woulda done the same thing in my position,” he grumbles.
Henri lets out a low whistle. “Naughty fucking girl. I turn my back and offer to make us all coffee, but now I know what took you so long in the bathroom drying your hair after all. He stuffed you full of his cock and left you slick with his cum, didn’t he?”
His fingers dip inside me, confirming everything he just said is true.
“Henri…” I’m going to pass out, he’s spinning me into such a frenzy. The two of them do. It’s like I’ve gone years of my life without needing regular sex, and now they’ve opened the floodgates and I’m insatiable.
“Did he take one look at that cute little toy in your ass and feed you every inch?”
That was exactly what happened. Reid walked in just as I was bending over to pull a bra and sweater out of my bag.
The next minute, my palms and bare tits were pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window, with his cock buried so deep inside my pussy I could almost feel him in the back of my throat.
Nothing but his heavy masculine grunts and my whimpers set against a backdrop of mountains draped in deep snow.
A quick, hard fuck against the glass, with my skirt shoved up around my waist.
Hot. As. Hell.
Henri presses me farther than I thought possible, digging into my fantasies and teasing them to the surface as effortlessly as his command over my body. “Did our boy do the job properly? Did he make sure to leave every drop deep inside? Did he breed you like the perfect little temptation you are?”
Everything turns to static, white noise fills my ears, and I clamp down on his fingers. As my hand fumbles to find his, I curl my desperate grip around his wrist, locking him in place.
I hump his hand and lose my ever-loving mind.
“That’s it. There she is. You sound so beautiful when you come. Let go for us. There’s no one who can hear you, be as loud as you like.”
The noises coming out of me are borderline obscene. He just floored the gas and blew past the speed limit. A voice inside my head chants that I want them to use me like that, I’m desperate to agree, to outright beg for exactly that.
Breeding.
One word unspools my hold on reason.
Yes. Breed me. Fill me. Mark me up so that I can feel that sticky evidence coating my inner thighs.
“I think she likes her sweet little ass being full. That toy must be feeling particularly good; our girl keeps moaning. Are you going to come again, beautiful?”
It’s so much, too much, I’m oversexed and overstimulated, and I keep riding his hand, demanding the next orgasm that hangs over my head. He smirks at me, as if reading my thoughts.
Leaning close, his lips are hot and hungry at my ear. “Do you want me to fill your tight little ass? Do you want me to breed you in every hole?”
Another climax, one already waiting in the wings, flies at me. With talons, it pins me down as I shake and tremble and beg. “Yes. Exactly that. I want that.”
Don’t deny me. Don’t hold back. I’ll be your perfect slut.
I hardly have time to recollect my sanity, as the sleighs up ahead reach our destination.