47. Audrey
AUDREY
I let him lead me to the stock pool, my heart beating like a caged bird in my chest, not out of fear but out of desire.
Holden and Graham were right behind us, Graham already pulling off his shirt, Holden unbuttoning his jeans.
“Come on, wildcat.” Ridge tugged off his shirt. “Let’s get naked.”
“I wore a suit.”
Holden laughed. “Well, you won’t be needing that, doc.”
I hesitated, then pulled off my shirt and shorts, my pulse quickening as I watched their bodies come into view as they stripped.
The peaks of Ridge’s mountain tattoos flexed as he pushed off his pants, and it was impossible not to look at the perfection of his dick, already hard, the skin smooth and taut, stretch over his thick head.
Holden’s ink was drawn in thick black and gray lines on his defined arms, motorcycles undulating on open roads as he pulled off his jeans, flowers wound through the sleeves like delicate thread.
And Graham was already naked, easing into the pool, giving me just a glimpse of his still-hard body, lean and muscular, the years he worked on the ranch etched like a story on his skin.
The oak tree inked on his chest had more meaning for me now. It made me think of the big tree that stood like a guardian in front of the ranch, of the wide open fields and the horses and the way the sun set behind the trees.
It made me think of legacy.
Of tradition.
Of family.
I stared so long and hard I was surprised to realize they were all in the water, looking up at me in my bathing suit like wolves watching a rabbit they were about to tear apart with their teeth.
I untied my bikini top and pulled it over my head, then pushed off the bottoms and tossed them aside.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Holden said.
“How do I get in?” The pool was large and round, made from the kind of galvanized tub that might be used to water horses.
There was no deep end, but I had no sense of whether there were stairs or anywhere else to get in.
Ridge rose out of the water and offered me his hand. “There’s a bench.”
I took his hand and stepped onto a bench, then saw that it was like a jacuzzi bench except it only covered a few feet. The rest of the pool was open, and Graham and Holden stood in the water, abut four feet deep, their beers on the deck.
It took a minute to get my bearings. The pool looked almost like a hot tub, but there were no bubbles, and while the water was warm, it wasn’t hot.
I dipped below the water line to wet my head.
"This feels nice,” I said, my hair slicked back from my head.
“Looks nice too,” Ridge said.
All three of the Bulls were starting at my tits, water beading on my bare skin, my nipples hard both from the cooler air outside the pool and the hunger beginning to thrum between my thighs.
“Come here, doc.” Holden’s blue eyes were liquid in the faint light from the pool.
I waded over to him, but not just because this was what I was here for.
I went to him because it was what I wanted.
They were what I wanted.
He pulled me against him and lust roared to life in my body as my tits were pressed against the heat of his smooth skin.
His dick was hard against my stomach as he took my face in his hands. “Can’t have Ridge keeping you all to himself.”
He lowered his mouth to mine and nibbled at my lower lip before licking the seam of my mouth. I met his tongue with mine and he dove deep, plunging into my mouth with hungry strokes.
My pussy throbbed, wet heat sliding between my thighs as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, molding my body to his.
I was past the point of pretending I was only here because I’d lost the Hunt. My desire for this men — for all of these men — was like a fever I couldn’t cool.
Holden’s hands roamed my body, mapping my skin while our tongues tangled. The heat of his palms seared my tits and stomach, and he grabbed my hips and tugged me tight against him, making me gasp into his mouth when the shaft of his dick hit my throbbing clit.
I wasn’t even aware that Ridge had crossed the pool to join us until I felt the heat of his body against my back.
He nuzzled my neck, and goose bumps scattered across the surface of my skin like stars. “The only thing I love more than watching Holden light you up is lighting you up myself, wildcat.”
He cupped my tits from behind while he dropped healing kisses on my neck, still tender from Dean’s assault in my apartment, and I shivered with pleasure when he tugged at my ear with his teeth while Holden’s tongue occupied my mouth.
I’d almost forgotten Graham was there until I heard his voice, low and hoarse, behind us.
“Get her on the edge of the pool. I want to watch you eat her pussy.”
“Sounds like a good idea to me,” Ridge said against my neck.
“A stellar fucking idea,” Holden said, breaking our kiss.
Ridge made some room between our bodies, then guided me to the edge of the pool. He put his big hands around my waist, lifted me onto the deck, then stepped between my thighs to kiss me.
His kiss was different from Holden’s — long and slow where Holden’s was urgent and feverish — but I couldn’t have said which one I enjoyed more.
They both lit me on fire, awakening desire in my body I’d thought was long dead.
Ridge dropped his hands to stroke my neck, then pulled back to look in my eyes. “I’ll kill any man who hurts you.”
The fever in his eyes said it was a promise, but instead of being repelled by the idea of violence, a fresh swell of lust rolled through my body.
He pushed my thighs open and stood back so Holden and Graham could watch him run his fingers through my pussy.
I braced myself on the deck with a moan, closing my eyes as I sank into the pleasure.
“Fuck yes,” Holden said. “You see that, old man. See this sweet little pussy you’re missing?”
“I fucking see it.” The words seemed torn from Graham’s mouth by force.
“Now you’re going to watch me eat it,” Holden said.
He picked up his beer bottle and brought it over, and Ridge moved out of the way, sidling up to me in the pool, his body warm again my outer thigh.
Holden tipped the bottle, and I gasped as cold beer trickled over my throbbing cunt. Then he bent over to lick the cold beer from my throbbing folds.
I moaned, tangling one of my hands in his hair.
“She loves having a face in her pussy,” Ridge said, playing with my tits. “Isn’t that right, wildcat?”
“Yes!”
Holden dove between my thighs, his tongue pushing through my channel, and I arched my back, an orgasm already blossoming in my belly.
Ridge bent his head to one of my tits and took my nipple in his mouth, sucking hard enough to make me cry out while Holden’s tongue traveled from my channel to my clit.
He made circles around it, then lapped at it like a thirsty animal, and I tipped my head back to the night sky, the stars glittering above us while a wildfire swept through my body.
Holden slid his fingers inside me and drew my clit into his mouth, sucking until I rocked on his face, desperate for the release promised by the pulsating hunger at my center.
I was on the verge of coming when Grahams’ voice broke through my lust-filled stupor.
“Don’t let her come. Not until you’re fucking her.”
Holden withdrew his mouth. “Sorry, doc. Graham’s wants us to edge you.”
Ridge lifted his head from my tit, his eyes glazed with hunger.
I stared at Graham across the pool. “You have a lot of opinions for a man sitting on the sidelines.”
His eyes flashed. “My prerogative.”
“My prerogative to come when I want.” I slipped my hand between my thighs, but didn’t dare touch myself for fear I would come. I was that close. “And if you don’t get over here, I’m going to do it myself.”
His jaw ticked.
Holden laughed, squeezing my thighs with his hands. “Sounds like your wildcat has some demands. What’ll it be, old man?”
I held my breath, hating how badly I wanted Graham.
Hating how badly I wanted to break him.
How badly I wanted him to want me like I wanted him.
He pushed off the edge of the pool and waded over to us, then stood on the bench next to me, on the other side of my body from Ridge.
Holden was still between my thighs, but now I was between Ridge and Graham, and I could see that Graham did want me, his dick thick and hard and inches from my face.
Need barreled through my body like a flash flood.
“You want me to join, you’re going to suck my dick like a good girl.” Graham stared down at me, his steely eyes glittering. “And you’re going to take it all, wildcat.”