Chapter 11
ELEVEN
KAYLA
The sight of my boss peeling himself out of his clothes in his gigantic bathroom after just eating me out like his life depended on it was definitely not on my bingo card for this year.
And yet, as my eyes take in every inch of him, I have no complaints.
But it’s Collin who voices my thoughts. “Jesus. Why is there so much muscle? Aren’t you, like… ancient?”
I wince.
Not how I would have phrased the compliment.
Miles turns his head toward Collin with a look that shows a full mixture of fuck you and thanks all in one. “I’m only in my forties.”
Collin blushes and waves his hand toward Miles’ abdomen. “Yeah, but like. Muscular forties. I dunno. Is this what men in their forties are supposed to look like? Men at bars aren’t this jacked.”
I cut in before Collin can make more of an ass of himself. “He’s calling you a DILF in the most elaborate way possible.”
Miles blinks, and I swear that my mouth nearly salivates as his hands go to unbuckle his belt. God, if I don’t love anything more than a man’s hands. I hate men, but I love their hands.
“DILF?”
“Dad I’d like to fuck,” I respond.
He snorts, and seconds later, he stands completely naked in front of us. From messy, barn-sex hair—courtesy of my fingers nearly pulling it out—to ripped muscle, to his hard and heavy cock pointing right toward me.
Including the tattoo on his pelvis.
Emma.
Yup. Still depressing. But yet, still so fucking hot.
I take a step toward him and wrap my hand around his length. He hisses through his teeth, and the knowledge that I can undo him so easily makes me want to suck him off right here, right now.
I’m stopped from doing just that as Collin pulls at one of my braids. “Nuh-uh. Shower time. Your rules, beautiful.”
Miles looks between us with hazy eyes. “Rules?”
I turn to Collin with a smirk as I raise my cropped T-shirt over my head before helping him out of his own shirt.
Collin smiles as he responds, “She can get UTIs very easily. Like, bad. It’s a whole thing we’ll fill you in on.
But yeah. Bathroom and shower between anything that may count as a round—and especially when laying in fucking hay. ”
As I pull Collin out of his shirt, Miles coughs awkwardly. “I’m not supposed to say sorry, right? ‘Cause I’m not.”
Collin holds up one of my waterproof bonnets, and I blink in surprise.
How the fuck did he get that from our bedroom without me seeing?
He twirls his finger around in a circular motion, indicating for me to turn back toward Miles, and pulls my braids up in a twisting motion before tying the bonnet around them.
I have to stop myself from melting.
He knows how to take care of me.
A part of me questions if Miles will take care of me like this too.
Way too early for that, I remind myself.
I meet Miles with a wicked smile. “If I wanted you to say sorry, I would’ve made you say sorry by now, cowboy.”
One of his eyebrows perks up. “Is that right?”
“Mhhhmmm,” I hum before walking right into his shower. He had already started the water before we walked in here, and the heat of it settles any stress I could have possibly had. Collin joins me, reaching for Miles’ soap and a washrag.
Before we can even suds ourselves, I find myself falling back.
I gasp as my wet back slides against Mile’s front, his cock poking me mid-back at our height difference.
My wide eyes meet Collin’s as Miles speaks directly in my ear.
“I may call you Mistress with your boyfriend, but don’t forget who ripped those pretty panties and made you squirt all over some hay just a few minutes ago.
You’re not always gonna be the one in charge here now. ”
My legs instantly squeeze together.
Oh… my god.
I’ve always been the dominant one. In every single relationship. In every single sexual encounter. It got to the point I simply assumed it was what I was meant to do. So, how the fuck is the older cowboy making my body ready all over again, just from some dominating words?
Miles’ quiet laugh against my ear sends a shiver racing down my spine. “What? No more scary words?”
I merely shake my head.
English? Don’t know her.
And then I gasp when one of his hands comes up to wrap around my throat, which forces Collin’s mouth to drop open too.
Miles’ tone is darker. “What if I told you to say something? Would you then? Or are you a brat, just like this one over here?”
Collin’s throat bobs. He’s in as much shock as I am. His voice is hoarse as he says, “Well, this is new.”
I moan when Miles’ other hand comes up to twist at one of my nipples. His teeth scrape at my earlobe next, forcing shivers down my spine—regardless of the steamy temperatures. His next words are directed at Collin. “You said you can’t fuck, yeah?”
Collin pouts. “Unfortunately. Truly shit timing on my end.”
Miles twists at my nipple even harder as he responds, “That’s alright. Not the last time we’ll be in a shower together. But if you can’t fuck, then you’re still gonna be put to work. Got it?”
I watch as Collin’s eyes go hazy in a blink.
Seems like someone else likes when the man is dominant too.
He nods.
I hear a smirk in Miles’ voice. “Good boy. Now, on your knees. Show me how you wash her.”
I blanch.
What?
Collin voices what I feel. “You… you want me to wash her?”
The response is immediate. “Mhm. You said it was a health concern. So, on your knees. Show me.”
I go to protest. “No, no. Why? That’s so intim—”
Miles squeezes at my throat, effectively cutting me off. “I take care of my women. And now, my men. But the women are always first. I need to learn how to take care of you, don’t I?”
Collin’s face morphs into a wicked smile, and seconds later, he’s on his knees while dragging a soapy washcloth up and down my legs. With Miles’ hand still on my throat, applying just enough pressure to make me near stupid, the sensations feel like I’m being electrocuted.
Collin grunts as he reaches my upper thighs. “She’s so wet, Sir.”
Miles hums in approval. The hand on my breast moves down to one of my legs, and he forcibly separates them. “Show us how wet you are then, Mistress.”
Fucking hell.
A desperate moan leaves my throat when I feel a finger slide against my entrance. Miles speaks down to Collin just as a finger slides inside me and shakes me to my core. “No soap here, right? Makes it worse.”
One of my hands snaps out to grip at Miles’ forearm as he slowly pumps a digit in and out of me.
Collin groans. “Nope. Not there.”
Miles chuckles. “I know. I know exactly how to take care of a woman, actually. I just needed an excuse to make her brainless one more time.”
My eyebrows pinch together and eyelids fall shut as a fire lights in my lower stomach.
There’s no way I’m going to come this quick.
What the fuck?
A low rumble escapes Collin, and I watch as he drops the washcloth entirely before spreading my legs as far as they can comfortably go while standing. “I figured as much. That’s why I was confused. I like this plan though, sir.”
“Yeah?” Miles answers. “We don’t need your pierced cock for this one either. You can help a different way. Finger her with me.”
Collin doesn’t hesitate. In seconds, I feel myself being stretched by another finger. My eyes snap open, and Miles relinquishes his hold on my throat enough for me to look down.
I watch as both Miles and Collin finger me, each moving in slow, curled motions.
The sight undoes me before I can even think about it.
“Fuck,” I mumble. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Right there!”
Miles groans in my ear. “Guess what, Kayla?”
“Huh?” I barely manage.
“One day, it’s going to be both of our cocks inside your cunt. Doing this exact same thing.”
Holy shit.
That sentence is all I need.
Miles’ movements grow rougher as he feels my pussy clenching down on him, and Collin immediately follows suit. They both finger-fuck my cunt as hard as they can, and I hardly recognize the sounds falling out of my mouth as my orgasm shoots down my spine.
No.
Not just an orgasm.
As I squirt all over both of their hands.
Again.
Holy shit.
Miles groans. “Good thing we’re in the shower this time. That’s it, Mistress. Come all over our hands. Squirt on us some more. C’mon.”
My mouth drops open, and almost as if I’m a puppet and they’re holding the strings, I do just that.
Seconds pass.
Finally, both men slow their movements, and my eyes open just in time to see them slowly pull out of me. Resting my head against Miles’ shoulder, my words come out in a whisper. “What the fuck was that?”
I feel Miles’ smile against my face when he goes to kiss my cheek. “That was a dominant man showing you how good it can be—even when you’re still called Mistress. Shall I give you another lesson?”
Collin humphs. “Fuck this fucking piercing, dude.”
I laugh, nearly delirious. “Don’t blame yourself, baby. Don’t think any of us expected the night to end up like this.”
Collin pouts. “No. I was gonna let her peg me. Wore a plug and everything.”
At that, my eyes snap wide open.
Collin nearly gulps. “Uh-oh.”
I don’t hesitate.
I pull at Collin’s hair, forcing him to stand. Placing a quick kiss on his mouth, I move to leave.
Collin stops me. “What’s going on?”
I smile adoringly at him, and then at Miles. “I’m clean enough. Now, I want to see my men get dirty. C’mon.”