Three to Ride

Chapter Thirteen

Rachel took a deep breath as the Bronco came to a stop in front of Stefan Talbot’s guesthouse. It was a beautifully constructed cabin with a stark view of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, but Rachel wasn’t thinking of the pretty scenery. The auction had gone poorly. She’d been sure the bidding wouldn’t go past five hundred dollars, but that’s where those assholes Stef had brought in had started.

She couldn’t tell what they were thinking. They had been almost silent since they had collected her from the podium. Max had told her it was time to go. They had waited together while Rye brought the SUV around. She had settled in the back seat before Max could protest, and the ride from the park to Stefan’s had been tense to say the least. The men seemed to be on edge.

Rye put the SUV in park and got out quickly. Max opened the passenger door, got out, and then waited on her. His hand squeezed hers as he helped her from the vehicle. She had never been as grateful for anything as she was the feel of Max’s arms around her.

“I love you, Rachel,” he whispered. He looked at her as though searching for something. “Are you sure, baby? Be sure, because this is forever.”

Rachel felt tears threatening. “I love you, Max, but I love Rye, too. Are you all right with that?”

Max’s smile held all the warmth of the sun. “Nothing could make me happier.”

He held her close, and Rachel felt something deep inside her relax. She wasn’t hurting Max.

“But, Rach, you should know, I’m the soft one when it comes to sex. Rye can be demanding.”

Rachel felt her eyes widen at that statement. Max was pretty damn demanding himself. Even as she worried a bit about that statement, Rye was proving it to be true.

“Are the two of you done cuddling?” Rye asked in a voice that reeked of authority. “I’d like to go inside and get our evening started.”

Rachel nodded and began to walk toward the door. Rye stopped her.

“We need to get a few things straight, Rachel.” Rye pulled her close to him. His blue eyes were fierce as he looked down at her. “I want you, Rachel. I love you every bit as much as Max does. If you walk through that door, you will belong to the two of us. Do you understand?”

“I understand that Max wants to marry me.” Rachel felt a perverse need to challenge him. He wanted some form of authority over her, but she wasn’t giving it to him without some assurances.

Rye’s sensual lips turned up as his hands ran down her shoulders. She shivered at the touch. “That’s one of the things that attracted me to you, Rachel. You don’t sell yourself cheaply. I want commitment from you, too. You’ll be legally married to Max because he won the coin toss, but never doubt that you’re my wife, too. Do not test me on this, Rachel. If you think Max is a possessive asshole, I have no idea what you’ll call me.”

She smiled and let her hands find his waist. She let the coin toss statement go. It didn’t matter who she legally married. “I’ll call you my possessive asshole husband.”

He leaned over and, for the first time, pressed his lips to hers. It was short and very, very sweet. “No birth control, Rachel. I want children.”

She nodded. She wanted them, too. She had never thought of it before, but now she couldn’t imagine her life without their children. They would have curly hair, with red and gold in the brown. They would run rampant across Bliss, Colorado. They would learn how to ride and live in this amazing wilderness that would be their birthright. They would have the best dads in the world.

“Will you marry me, Rachel?” Rye asked plainly.

She nodded, because her heart was far too full for speech.

“Will you marry me, Rachel? Will you be the center of our world and the mother to our children?” Max asked, coming up behind her.

She wrapped one hand behind her around Max’s waist, and she was enveloped in them. She was surrounded by the Harper twins. Their warmth and love soothed her soul like nothing had before. Rachel stilled for a moment because she knew she had finally found home.

“Yes,” she said simply.

Max kissed her cheek. Rye leaned forward and pressed his lips against her forehead.

Rye was very serious as he spoke to her. Rachel knew he had gotten the formalities out of the way. Now he was ready to get to the sex. “Rachel, do you understand what you agreed to when you put yourself up for auction?”

Her smile was all about seduction now. “Yes, Rye. I did it to tempt you and Max. I wanted to force the situation. I wanted you both.”

Max groaned behind her. “And it never occurred to you that saying ‘I want you both’ might work? We had to give Stef three thousand dollars to get us here.”

“I’m so sorry,” Rachel said, biting her bottom lip.

Rye backed up. “We’ll have the full story later, Rachel. We’ll have every story later. Now, I want you to walk through that door. Once you’re inside, you’ll be our slave. You will follow every order we give you. You will be obedient. Stef said you spent some time with Lana earlier today?”

“When you said you were with Stella?” Max asked.

There was nothing to do but nod.

“She can take her punishment,” Rye said in a voice that made Rachel’s pussy clench. She wondered exactly what he meant. “Do you understand your role, Rachel?”

“Yes, Rye.” She remembered that Lana had said she should use his name or “sir” when she spoke to him.

“Excellent,” Rye said, sounding pleased. “Go inside, take off your clothes, and assume the proper position. Max and I will be with you in a moment.”

Rachel used the key Lana had given her and practically skipped into the guesthouse. She had no real idea what they were going to do to her, but she knew she would love it. They were hers. The one thing Lana had made clear to her was that that the submissive was really the one in charge. It was her choice to play this role for them. She was more than willing to cede a little sexual power to the two men she loved more than anything. They let her run the show most of the time. She could compromise.

She tossed off her clothes because she had no idea how long they would take to follow her inside. She didn’t care if the T-shirt and jeans got wrinkled. She shoved them to the side, then walked to the center of the room. She got on her knees and settled back onto her ankles the way Lana had taught her. She placed her hands palms up on her thighs and waited patiently. It wasn’t more than a minute before the door opened, and Max and Rye walked in.

“Very nice,” Rye remarked.

She kept her eyes lowered submissively. This wasn’t something she would want to do every time they made love, but she could play the role if it made them happy.

“You’re beautiful, Rachel,” Rye said. She heard the satisfied smile in his voice.

She kept quiet, remembering Lana’s training.

“Tell me something, sweetheart,” Rye said suspicion plain in his voice. “How long have you known that you wanted the both of us? It occurs to me that you’ve been very manipulative the last week.”

“Hey—” Max attempted to defend her.

“No, Max. Think about it. She’s done everything she can to get in between us. She’s teased me for a solid seven days. I suspect she knew the effect it was having on me. I want an honest answer, Rachel.”

“I knew after Max got shot.” If they wanted the story, she would give it to them. “I’ve been planning this evening for a week. I planned the auction with Stefan.”

She heard Rye sigh. “Did he bring in the idiot brothers?”

She bit her lips and went for honesty. “Yes, the older one is an artist. I never meant for it to get so expensive.”

Max growled. “He better buy them a one-way ticket out of town, or those boys are in for the ass-kicking of a lifetime.”

Through her lashes, she saw they were efficiently getting undressed. Rye shoved his jeans off his hips. Her mouth watered as she took in the sight of Rye Harper’s enormous cock. It shot straight up his abdomen, easily reaching his navel. His cock was hard and ready. Max was ready, too, Rachel noted as he tossed his shirt aside and handily rid himself of his denims. Max’s eyes gleamed down at her as he sat back in a chair. He lounged, heedless of his nudity. His big hand stroked his cock slowly. He was just warming up. He could stroke himself for a long time.

Suddenly Rye was standing before her.

“Look up, Rachel.” His blunt tone told her everything she needed to know. He was on edge. Rachel knew she was going to have to take that edge off if she wanted the evening to go well. She’d pushed Rye hard this week, and he seemed to be feeling the effects.

Rachel obediently turned her eyes up. “Yes, Rye?”

“I like this game, Rach.” He touched her chin with his index finger. He tipped her head up so she faced him. “I learned from the best.”

“Stef?”

His finger covered her lips. “I’ll let you know when you can talk.”

That rankled, but she kept quiet.

Rye chuckled. “I’ll pay for this later, baby. I know that. You’re not exactly a submissive girl. Play my games, and I’ll play yours. How about that?”

Rachel kept silent, but let her smile show through her eyes. Rye seemed satisfied with that.

“Now, Max, you’ve been fucking this sweet woman of ours for weeks now,” Rye started.

“Not nearly as often as I’d like,” Max replied smoothly. He looked content, to Rachel’s relief. He looked happy to be here. Any fears she had that Max didn’t want to share were gone now.

Rye just looked hungry. Rye’s entire body was coiled and ready to pounce. “How’s her mouth?”

Max groaned. The head of his cock was weeping now. “She gives amazing head. She can suck you dry. I’d fuck that mouth of hers if I were you.”

Rye took himself in hand. Suddenly that big cock of his was requesting entrance. “Open up, sweetheart.” He didn’t wait for her to comply. He teased her lips with the bulbous head of his cock.

Rachel opened and let her tongue find the little V on the underside of his dick. She lathed it with the tip of her tongue.

“Lick the head,” Rye growled.

Rachel swirled her tongue around the purple head of his cock. She could already taste the pre-cum leaking from the slit. She lapped it up and let it coat her tongue, reveling in the taste of him. She sucked just the head of him into her mouth and tugged lightly.

“Fuck this, I can’t wait.” Rye groaned as he pulled back. He wound a hand through her hair. “I’m going to fuck your mouth, sweetheart, and when you’re done sucking me dry, you’re going to crawl over to Max on your hands and knees. You’re going to suck him dry, too. We’re both going to use that pretty mouth of yours, and you won’t lose a drop of what we give you. Do you understand?”

Rachel nodded. Then Rye was slowly, steadily feeding her his hard length. She struggled to open her jaw up.

“Relax, Rachel,” he ordered as he filled her mouth. Rachel concentrated on breathing through her nose. “Use your hands to cup my balls. I like having my balls played with. Remember that.”

She reached up and gently cupped his heavy, tight sac. He groaned with pleasure and shoved another inch in. Rachel could feel him hitting the back of her throat with each little thrust. She managed to run her tongue along the underside of his dick, causing him to hiss.

“Fuck, that feels good, Rach.” The hand in her hair tightened as he picked up the pace. “Your mouth feels like heaven. Suck me hard. I’m going to come. I can’t last.”

Rachel hollowed out her cheeks and sucked his dick rhythmically. He seemed to lose control. He started to fuck her mouth hard. He pushed his dick in as he tugged on her hair, pulling her forward. She was filled with him, and Rachel gave up control, letting him use her mouth. She relaxed. He fucked his way to the back of her throat. When she felt his head bump as far as he could go, she swallowed around him. She squeezed his balls gently.

“Fuck,” Rye shouted as he started to come. Rachel felt him tense, and then she thought of nothing but swallowing the cum shooting out of his cock. She swallowed furiously, not letting an ounce go.

As he softened in her mouth, Rye continued to hold her on his dick. “Lick it all up, baby.” His voice was ragged. His hands loosened in her hair, smoothing it lovingly. When he seemed satisfied she’d taken everything he’d given her, he pulled out of her mouth with an audible pop. He tugged on her hair, forcing her to look up at him.

Rachel could tell he wasn’t anywhere close to complete satisfaction. He would want more.

“Now, before you go over there and run that hot little tongue all over Max’s cock, I want to see my pussy.”

“What?” Rachel asked. She breathed deeply, forcing the air into her lungs.

“I said I want to see my pussy. Lay back, spread your legs, and let me look at my pussy.”

“He’s not kidding, baby,” Max said with a husky laugh. “He really wants to just look at it. He’ll make you spread your legs for him at least once a day so he can look at you.”

Rye stared at her. Nothing in his gorgeous face gave her a hint that he was joking. “I’m waiting.”

Rachel nodded and got up off her knees. She sat down on the carpeted floor and slowly spread her legs. She knew she should be terribly self-conscious, but the lust and love in their eyes made her feel utterly wanton. She felt beautiful, and she wanted to share that with them.

Max leaned forward, his eyes wide. “When did you shave?” He was breathless. He focused on her plump, ripe, completely hairless mound.

“I waxed this morning.” It had been part of the ritual Lana had put her through. She’d screamed a little during the actual process, but was pleased with how soft and sensitive she was down there.

“It’s gorgeous,” Max breathed.

“Spread the lips.” Rye’s cock was growing already. It was pulsing with need again as he watched her. “Use your fingers and spread your lips. I want to see your little clit. I want to know if you’re creamy and ripe.”

She was. She’d had to change underwear twice before the picnic just thinking of what would happen. Now that she was here and they were naked, she couldn’t stop her pussy from creaming. She ran her fingers between her labial lips and parted them as Rye requested. Her fingers were slick as they became coated in her arousal. She nearly cried out as she brushed the pink pearl of her clitoris. She was close. All it would take was a few strokes of her finger to send her over the edge.

“Don’t you dare touch that again.” Rye reached down and took her hand. He pulled her up and into his arms. His erection pressed into the soft flesh of her abdomen. She wanted it somewhere else. “That pussy is mine, Rachel. It belongs to me and Max. You leave it alone until I tell you to touch it. Do you understand?”

She nodded. Later on, she’d call him on his hypocrisy, but saucy answers had no place in the here and now. She’d agreed to play the submissive and intended to stick to it. Later on, she promised herself, she and Rye would have a long discussion about his masturbatory practices. That possessiveness was going to work both ways.

Rye reached down between them and slid a strong finger through the slick folds of her pussy. Rachel panted as he played for a minute. His talented fingers danced around her clit, tantalizing her but never quite shoving her over the edge. He dipped his middle finger into her juicy cunt and then, to Rachel’s dismay, pulled his hand away. He brought his soaked fingers to his mouth and sucked the juice off his hand.

“She tastes like honey,” Max said, leaning back. He was relaxed and waiting his turn.

“She is sweet.” Rye savored her cream. “I’ll eat that pussy later, Rachel. For now, you have something to do to Max, if I recall. Hands and knees.”

Rachel dropped to the floor. She began to crawl toward Max, who watched her with hooded eyes. He sat in a comfortable overstuffed chair. Rachel heard Rye leave the room, but focused her attention on Max. He looked so scrumptious waiting for her. His strong jawline sported the five o’clock shadow he always seemed to have. She loved how masculine he was.

He spread his legs wide, giving her plenty of room to work. He stroked his long dick. His eyes were hot as she licked him from his wide base all the way to the head. She worked slowly. She knew Max got a lot of his pleasure from watching. He wanted to see his cock sinking into her. Max relaxed back in the chair. He allowed her to do the work.

She licked him like a lollipop, one hand stroking the shaft as she devoured the head. It was work she could get used to.

Rye walked back into the living room and was greeted with the gorgeous sight of Rachel’s ass swaying as she slowly, lovingly ate Max’s cock. His own cock tightened again at the thought of how hot that mouth had been. Rachel was small compared to him, but she was potent. He’d loved the fact that he almost couldn’t fit in her tight little mouth. She’d been so small that he’d felt the edge of her teeth scraping gently along his flesh. It had just made him come harder.

She was so fucking gorgeous, Rye thought as he opened the bottle of lubricant he’d found beside the bed. It wasn’t the only thing he’d found in there. Stef had left a bounty for them to play with, each toy brand new and ready for use. He looked down at the pink plug in his hand. It was small, but it would look so luscious clenched in her tight little asshole. His cock jumped. He knelt down behind her and rubbed his hands along the curves of her ass. He couldn’t help himself. He leaned over, kissing each plump, round cheek. He worshipped her. Rachel murmured softly around the cock in her mouth and wiggled her backside, inviting him to play.

That was an invitation he would never refuse. He squirted a little of the pre-warmed lubricant onto his hand and gently parted her cheeks.

“Have you fucked this tight little ass, yet, Max?” Rye asked, watching his brother. Max’s head was back and his eyes closed as he gave himself up to Rachel’s mouth. Rye knew it wouldn’t be long before Max filled her with cum for the second time tonight.

“Not yet.” Max moaned as Rachel sucked him deep. “I’ve been playing around. She likes it.”

Rachel muttered something that might have been a yes. Rye used his middle finger to slowly work the lube into her clenching anus. He massaged the pretty hole and thought about how good it would feel wrapped around his dick. He lubed up the plug and pressed it to her backside. There was a second’s hesitation.

“You press back when I tell you to, Rachel. I’m going to fuck your little ass with this plug. It will get you ready for my dick.” Every word he said was a promise he made to her, to himself. Max might have had her first, but Rye was taking her virgin ass.

He pushed forward and watched her little anus clench trying to keep him out. He pushed in, gently rotating. “Press against it, baby.”

Rachel groaned as she pressed back against him. He slipped in past the tight ring of muscles.

“She’s ready for it, Max.” Rye’s voice was guttural to his own ears. “We can fuck her together tonight.”

He eased the plug out and then back in. Rachel’s body trembled. She whimpered sweetly around Max’s cock. It made Rye think all sorts of dark things. He shuddered at the thought of reaming her ass with his cock.

“I planned on it,” Max groaned.

Rye noted that Max was giving up on his previous “lay back and enjoy” state of mind. His jaw was tense, and his hips thrust up as he fucked into Rachel’s mouth. Rye knew his brother was going to blow soon. He remembered all too well how good it felt to bump the back of her throat as she swallowed him down. She was a tremendously giving lover.

Rye fucked her with the plug. His dick pulsed as he watched the pink plastic toy disappear into her hole. The puckered ring of muscles tightened and relaxed over and over as he worked her. She was tentative at first, but after a minute or two she was pushing her ass back on the plug. She was practically begging for it.

“You like this,” Rye heard himself saying. “You like having your ass fucked. How much better is it going to be when it’s my cock, Rach? Are you going to love it when my cock is up your ass and Max is fucking your pussy?”

She was moaning, shoving her ass against the plug. Rye couldn’t wait a minute longer. He pushed the plug in, fitting it tightly in her ass. He left it there. It was so pretty. His cock was going to explode if he didn’t fuck her soon.

Her thighs were covered in her arousal. She’d loved having her ass used. Before the night was over, she’d take way more than the little plug, but now Rye wanted to know what it was like to sink into her cunt.

“Spread your legs, gorgeous,” he ordered. He lined his dick up to her slit.

Rachel moaned as she tried to force her pussy onto his cock.

Rye smacked her pretty ass. Rye liked the way her skin pinkened. A gush of fresh cream coated him. “Don’t lose Max, or I’ll have to punish you, baby.”

“Yes,” Max said. He sounded a little desperate. “Don’t lose Max. Suck me, baby. I’m so close.” He drew her head back down. Rye soon heard the sweet sound of her slurping and sucking.

“Get Max to give you his cum, and I’ll ride you.” Rye ran his hands along her curves. He let his dick sink in just a touch to give her something to think about. It was so tempting to just shove his way in. Rachel was so wet, he would slide right in.

“Oh, Rachel,” Max moaned. His face flushed, and he gritted his teeth. His hands tightened around her hair, and his hips pumped. “Baby, that feels so good. Swallow me.”

Rachel sucked deeply, and Max’s face flushed and contorted as he filled their woman’s mouth with his cum.

When Max laid back, utterly spent, Rye went to work. He pulled Rachel back onto his cock. He pushed in all the way to his balls. Her slick pussy walls sucked at him, pulling him in and tightening all around him. The plug in her ass made her cunt ridiculously tight. He groaned at the exquisite feel of her pussy. He pulled out, guiding her with his hands. When he pulled back, he could see the pink plug peeking out from between the cheeks of her ass, and he lost it. He plunged in hard and fast. He couldn’t help it. He’d waited weeks for this. Hell, he’d waited all of his life to find her.

“Oh, Rye, please fuck me.” She was on her hands and knees thrusting back against him. He loved the way she moved and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. He moved his hands from her hips to her breasts. They swayed in time to the rhythm of their fucking. He plucked at the nipples, pinching and twisting them just enough to let her feel it. “It feels so good. Fuck me hard, Rye.”

He smiled, because that was not the plea of a submissive woman. It was a woman demanding her pleasure, and he was a man who would give it to her. Rye liked to play games, but he wanted Rachel just the way she was. He wanted her fighting Max and telling him what to do and where to stick it when she got pissed. He needed her passion and strength. As he gave her what she wanted, Rye knew he would love her forever.

He pulled his hands back up to grip her thighs. He pounded her pussy, pulling and pushing her whichever way he wanted. She was his. The friction and the heat of her cunt were pushing him over the edge far too soon. Rye felt a little shiver at the base of his spine, and his balls drew up painfully. He groaned because there was no way he could hold off any longer. She was too tight and too wet. Her pussy sucked at his cock, milking him. Rye reached around and his hand slid through her juice. He found that little button that was sure to set Rachel off. He firmly pressed his finger against her clit as he ground his cock into her one last time. Rachel shuddered, and he felt her come. She said his name over and over. She spasmed around him, her little muscles clenching at him. He practically saw stars as he poured himself into her.

He was shaking as he slumped forward onto Rachel’s back. She fell into Max’s lap. Max immediately began stroking her hair. His brother told their woman how beautiful she was and how happy they were to have her. He was glad Max had the words to express how they felt because they failed Rye. Rye lay against her, breathing in her scent and listening to the sound of her thundering heart.