Chapter 19
Joelle
One rugged, sexy cowboy is overwhelming enough, but two?
I don’t know where to look or who to touch.
Shirts are stripped and jeans unbuttoned, and suddenly I’m surrounded by heat and muscle and men who want me with a focus that steals the air right out of my chest and makes the walls around us draw closer.
Wade’s at my back, solid and warm, his hands braced on my hips, anchoring me to him. Caleb stands in front of me, all soft eyes and restrained strength, his smile gentle enough to undo me even before he reaches for my face.
My pulse skitters and my breath shakes. I’m caught between them, anchored by their desire and my own.
“What do you need, Jo?” Caleb murmurs, voice low and coaxing. “Tell us.”
I swallow hard, feeling Wade’s breath at my neck, his lips against my spine, and Caleb’s thumb brushing my cheek. Two men waiting on my answer. Two men willing to stop, move, or change everything based on one word from me.
The power of that makes me giddy.
“I need…” My voice trembles. “I need you to show me what it’ll take to be the woman you need.”
Wade’s breath rumbles like a growl against my ear. Caleb’s eyes are warm, deep, and molten.
“You already are the woman we need, Jo,” Wade says, his hand sliding up to rest over my heart.
My breath leaves me in a rush of relief.
Caleb smiles, kissing my lips, then murmuring, “But we can show you what it’ll be like to be ours.”
“Yes,” I gasp, as Wade’s hand cups my breast. “That’s what I want.”
“Okay, sweetheart.” Caleb rubs the tip of my nose with his, a gesture so gentle, that any fear I had about what this might be like evaporates.
“Lie on the bed, Joelle,” Wade says, tapping my ass with the flat palm of his hand, making me jump. As I climb on, the mattress shifts around me. Wade settles next to me, his fingers teasing my sensitive nipples to aching points.
Caleb parts my thighs, sighing as he drags my damp panties down and exposes my most private place.
“You’re so wet, sweetheart,” he says, dragging a finger through all that slickness.
When he bends to lick me, Wade whispers, “Watch him,” in my ear.
I blush again, forcing my eyes open so I can keep my gaze fixed on his brother’s focused attention; his flicking tongue, his fingers gently parting me, the heat in his eyes as he teases me.
Wade mirrors the circling of my clit on my nipples, whispering, “Good girl. See how much he loves the way you taste… so sweet and perfect.” He latches on, gently sucking the milk left behind by Caleb.
The ache twists through me, connecting to the pleasure between my thighs, and in the shortest time, I’m falling and falling into pleasure so pure, I don’t know how to keep myself together.
“Oh god… yes… don’t stop!” I gasp, gripping handfuls of both their hair, holding on while I drown in the darkness behind my eyes, my body twitching with relief.
I’m barely conscious when Wade rolls me over onto my belly and tugs beneath my hips so I'm brought to my hands and knees.
His dick is hard against my still fluttering entrance, pushing inside me in two deep thrusts, already familiar to my body.
Caleb strokes my hair from my face and runs his thumb over my lips.
“Does that feel good?” he asks, watching his brother thrust into me in slow strokes.
“Yes,” I admit. “So good.”
He takes his cock in hand, as thick and long as Wade’s, teasing the slick head.
I reach out to take him in my hand, and he groans.
“Let me taste you,” I say, not wanting him to be left out.
I’ve never had a man in my mouth before, but Caleb has always been so good to me.
I need to show him how much I want him even though Wade is inside me, spreading me so wide, I feel like I might collapse from sensation all over again.
Caleb groans but shifts closer, trailing the slick head over my bottom lip.
He’s so hot and salty, and I duck my head, taking him as deep into my mouth as I can without gagging, hollowing my cheeks to make it tight.
His hand is in my hair, not to control but so he can see everything.
Wade curves over my back, his hand reaching to play with my nipple.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Suck my brother. Suck him deep. Damn, that looks so hot.”
His dirty words make my pussy clench around him, and he laughs. “She likes dirty talk, Caleb.”
I stare up at the man whose eyes are glazed and whose legs are trembling. “Yeah? She feels so fucking good.”
“Don’t come in her mouth. You have to feel this pussy. You have to come inside her, too. I want her dripping us everywhere.”
I groan and clench again, the image of their cum overflowing from inside me sending a bolt of forbidden pleasure up my spine.
It’s too easy to slide into pleasure with them, too easy to forget how wrong this is in the eyes of about everyone else in the world.
What would the town think of me? Single mom getting fucked by twin cowboys, letting them claim her at both ends.
Men who are her stepbrothers. They’d be disgusted.
They’d call me a whore. A tramp. A slut.
I know I should care. I have a son to worry about, and my reputation should be an important consideration.
But when Wade kisses down my spine, and Caleb cups my cheek and tells me I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, I can’t bring myself to worry.
How can something that feels so totally right be wrong?
These men are what I need, and they think I can be enough for them.
I can try my hardest. We can be happy together and what we do behind closed doors doesn’t have to be anyone else’s concern.
When I’m between them, anything seems possible.
Wade groans, his thrusts becoming irregular, his hands gripping hard enough to make me gasp as his cock throbs inside me. “Yeah, fuck, Joelle. I’m coming,” he groans, and it feels like a victory to make him feel so good his voice doesn’t even sound like his own.
Caleb eases himself from between my lips and bends to kiss me, sliding his tongue deep into my mouth, over and over.
When Wade pulls out from inside me, I’m only empty for a few seconds before Caleb rolls me to my back and climbs over me.
“You ready for this?” he asks, his cock resting hot, heavy, and insistent on my belly.
“Yes,” I whisper, running my hands over his tattoos, beautiful art of horses and sunsets that wrap around his arm; this ranch engraved on his skin for life. “I want to feel you.”
His grin is lopsided. “Pretty sure I’ll feel the same as my identical twin.”
He’s right about his size. When he pushes into me, inch by slow inch, the stretch is the same as with Wade. But when he moves, the difference is stark. Where Wade thrusts hard and deep, Caleb’s movements are more liquid, grazing my clit over and over with the undulation of his hips.
“Fuck, Joelle. You feel like silk around me.”
I cup his cheek. “You feel good, Caleb. So good.”
Wade, who’s recovered from his release, leans in to kiss my mouth. “See, pretty girl. See how perfect this is. See how good we can make you feel.”
“Yeah,” I breathe, my eyes moving from brother to brother, mesmerized by their similarity, their handsomeness, and the devotion clear in the eyes.
Wade latches onto my breast, moaning when my milk lets down. Caleb moans too, at the sight of his brother feeding. His cock thickens, and his hips jerk, and our bodies seize in unison, my pussy gripping his pulsing cock over and over, our mouths open with release.
Caleb slumps to my other side, spent and sweat-slicked.
I stroke his dark hair from his brow, smiling so hard my face feels like it’ll crack in two.
He laughs, a sudden burst of happiness that I also can’t hold inside.
Wade shakes his head as we laugh, his shit-eating grin so sexy I flush with need all over again.
On instinct, I reach between my legs, finding their combined release leaking from inside me. It’s warm and sticky, coating my fingers. Both men rise onto their elbows, hands easing my knees wide, spreading me open so they can look.
“Fuck, Jo. Look at your sweet pussy, leaking and messy.”
“That’s so fucking hot,” Wade growls replacing my fingers with his, forcing the spilled fluids back inside me.
“You’re ours now,” Caleb murmurs, his lips brushing the shell of my ear in a way that makes me shiver. “Full of our seed.”
“One day…” Wade brings his slick fingers to my lips sliding them over my tongue. “One day, pretty girl, when you’ve taken that IUD out, we’re gonna fuck you and breed you until you’re full and round with our child.”
Heat floods me, but so does self-consciousness. I swallow before admitting, “I’m already full and round.”
Wade's reaction is immediate and fierce. “Hell, Joelle. All you have to do is walk past me and I’m done for. All these curves, all this sweetness… makes me lose my damned mind.”
Caleb runs his hand up my thigh. “Look at me,” he murmurs.
I do.
“You’re so soft and perfect. These curves…” He cups my hip, thumb stroking. “They make me hungry… greedy. Make me want to keep you right here in this bed, naked and ready.”
Wade turns my face, gripping my chin. “Not a damn thing about you is too much, Joelle. Not your curves. Not your strength. Not your sweetness. You reckon we want some small, fragile thing we could break with a breath?” He shakes his head, eyes dark and firm. “Hell no. We want you. All of you.”
“Sweetheart,” Caleb murmurs. “Don’t ever doubt that you’re the best thing to ever happen to us and this ranch.”
And with that sweet declaration, the last of my worries fall away.