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  Luke was fucking her hard and deep now, his thick cock filling her completely. Justin pulled his cock out of her mouth and lay down beside her, leaning over to suck a nipple between his lips. Lathing the nipple with his tongue, he pinched and twisted her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sending hot currents of electricity straight to her pussy. She could feel the energy of her building orgasm spreading in a spiraling heat that grew brighter and brighter. Luke suddenly pulled completely out of her pussy and she whimpered in desperation. Then his tongue was sliding through her creamy folds and she sighed, feeling her pleasure once again rising in her core.

  ****

  Jake moved to the edge of the bed, leaning in to whisper to Amanda. “How do you feel, Amanda? Do you like what Luke and Justin are doing to you?”

  “Yes!” Amanda’s eyes were closed, one hand wrapped around Justin’s erection, while the other twisted the sheet into a tight knot. “It’s good. Oh God, it’s so good!”

  Jake could see Luke’s tongue sliding into her wet slit and then out again to lick up her pussy lips and flick rapidly over her clitoris. From the way her body was writhing, Luke’s lips were setting her on fire.

  Jake could sense the depth of her passion. “You do like it, don’t you, Amanda? Do you want to come? Let go, Amanda. Let yourself come.”

  She turned her head to look at Jake’s face, just inches from her own. Her eyes held a glazed, helpless look. Suddenly, Luke’s probing tongue had her at the edge, then forced her over it. Jake smiled as he watched her eyes roll back and close tightly as she climaxed. As her head arched back against the mattress, twisting from side to side, she cried out, half moan and half scream. Both of her hands gripped Luke’s head, pulling him tight against the wet flesh of her pussy as her hips bucked and jerked in orgasm.

  When her cries reached a crescendo and began to fade to a breathless, contented sigh, Jake moved close to whisper in her ear again. “I love watching you come, watching you enjoy the pleasure sex can give you. You are an incredibly erotic woman. Did you enjoy your climax Amanda? Do you want more?”

  She looked at him through half lidded eyes. “I don’t think I can take any more.”

  Jake chuckled. “You’ll be surprised at the body’s capacity for pleasure.”

  ****

  “Come here sugar,” Justin said. “I think you need to take this pony for a ride.”

  Amanda turned over to see Justin lying in the middle of the bed, his cock angled up like a bowsprit. She glanced back at Jake, who was sitting back down in his chair. Justin reached for her and she swung one leg over his waist, straddling his hips. She smiled down at him and rubbed her pussy up and down the length of his straining cock. She was wet from her climax with Luke and her pussy lips slid easily along his shaft. After a moment, she rose up on her knees and held his cock upright, guiding it into her needy slit. As Amanda slowly lowered her pussy over his dick, she rotated her pelvis back and forth, fucking him as she worked his cock deeper and deeper.

  She slid up and down on his cock, exhaling in short breaths on each down-stroke. Justin gripped her ass in his hands, guiding her movements as she rocked up and down on his cock. After several minutes of thrusting, Justin held her waist and rolled without removing his cock from her pussy. Now on her back with Justin between her legs, she lifted her pelvis to meet his thrusts. Glancing at Jake, Amanda could see he was watching her intently.

  Luke discarded his condom and knelt next to her face, the velvet smooth head of his cock stroking her cheek. She looked up as the corona caressed her lips to see him smiling down at her. She opened her mouth and extended her tongue. Luke slid his cock over her tongue and into her mouth.

  Once again, she felt filled with cock, filled with arousal, desire, need, pleasure. Justin was fucking her hard and fast, his cock a piston driving her to the brink of ecstasy. She looked up at him, saw his muscular chest and forehead covered with a sheen of perspiration, his eyes scrunched tight, obviously ready to come. She let Luke’s cock slip out of her mouth for a moment to encourage him. “Yes, Justin. Do it. Let me feel you come.”

  Justin grabbed her ass, clutching her almost desperately as he lifted her hips, pushing into her as deep as he could. Holding her by the waist, he pulled her tight against his pelvis, his cock as deep in her pussy as possible. His body grew rigid and, for a moment, he held perfectly still. Then with a deep guttural moan, he surrendered to his orgasm.

  As Justin came in heated spurts, she opened her mouth to take Luke’s cock once again. The thick bulbous head had barely slipped between her lips when Luke’s cock spasmed in her mouth, the splash of his cum salty on her tongue as he climaxed.

  “Ahhhh God! Yes! Yes!” Luke growled as she tried to swallow spurt after spurt of his creamy ejaculate.

  Luke’s and Justin’s orgasms sparked her own and her moans became a keening wail, blending with the grunts and groans of the men fucking her.

  It took the trio several long moments before they could move and extract themselves from the connections of cocks in pussy and mouth. It took even longer for their post-orgasmic bliss to finally fade. They lay quietly next to each other, each trying to catch their breath and regain some semblance of consciousness.

  ****

  Jake got up and walked over to the bed. He stood looking down at Amanda, smiling and waiting for her to open her eyes. She was coated in sweat, her thick dark curls a matted mess, her lips and breasts and labia swollen and rosy from the kisses and caresses of her two lovers. When she finally opened her eyes, she looked up and gave him a wan smile.

  “Did you enjoy that, Amanda? Was it everything you wanted?”

  She stared up at him. Her lips moved but no words came out. Finally, she nodded and lifted her arm toward him. He took her hand, cradling it in his. As he held her hand, she sighed and closed her eyes.

  Luke and Justin lay on the bed, unmoving, their eyes closed as well. “That was fucking incredible,” Justin said.

  “Totally fucking amazing,” Luke added.

  “It was damn sure incredible to watch,” Jake said. “But I think this woman has had enough of you two stallions for one night.” He reached down and picked her up, cradling her in his arms. Her eyes still closed, she lazily wound her arms around his neck. He pushed the balcony door open with his foot and stepped outside. Unlike the night before, this time he carried her to her own room.

  Laying her on her bed, Jake got a damp cloth and gently washed her face, brushing stray locks of hair away from her cheeks, then tucked her under the top sheet and pulled the quilted comforter over her. Only then did she open her eyes.

  “Thank you, Jake,” she whispered. “It was…it was everything I fantasized about, and more.”

  He smiled and leaned close. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. You were amazing to watch.”

  He leaned closer and kissed her, a gentle sweet kiss goodnight. She sighed and closed her eyes again. He knew by the time he got in his own bed, she would be sleeping peacefully.

  In his own room, Jake lay in bed thinking about how intensely arousing it had been to watch Amanda spread her sexual wings and soar. It had taken all his will power to keep from joining in as Justin and Luke took her on that erotic ride. Even now, he was rigidly erect, his cock still as hard as Texas granite.

  When he fucked her again—if he ever got the chance—he wanted it to be just him and her. Not that he couldn’t share a woman with Luke or Justin, or even with both men at the same time. It had certainly been no problem with Julie. But there was something special about Amanda, something that made him feel there could be more to their relationship than pure sex. It was a feeling that caught him by surprise and was simultaneously exhilarating and disquieting. He wasn’t sure he liked the feeling, but didn’t know how to do a damn thing about it.

  As he drifted to sleep, he knew he could never get in Amanda’s way as she continued her journey of sexual awakening. Trying to keep her corralled would be a big mistake. But he couldn’t help wondering what it mig
ht be like to have a special relationship with her that involved more than sex.

  Forget it, Jake, he finally said to himself. In a couple of days, the woman will be out of your life forever.

  Chapter Ten

  Amanda awoke slowly. Dawn was just breaking and, somewhere in the distance, a rooster crowed, welcoming the day. She opened one eye and glanced at the clock on the nightstand—six a.m. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been in bed. At least in this bed. She had spent several hours in Justin’s bed being fucked. Kissed and sucked and fucked and fondled and fucked some more, in more ways than she’d thought possible.

  The rooster crowed again and she thought of cocks. Good God, she’d had cocks! In her hands and mouth and pussy over and over again. More cock in one night than she’d had in the ten years since her senior prom, when she’d given up her virginity to a boy she could barely remember. As a result, her pussy was sore, even her jaw ached. But it was a good ache. A delicious, amazingly pleasant ache that reminded her of just how much she had enjoyed the hours with Justin and Luke. And Jake.

  She lay still, wondering how she would feel when she woke up completely. Would she feel guilty? She smiled. No. Not at all. She felt absolutely no guilt about her night with Luke and Justin. She had fantasized about a threesome for years, had wanted it, and she had enjoyed it immensely. So much that she knew if an opportunity arose, she would do it again in a heartbeat.

  Amanda stretched and slid her hands down over her breasts. Jesus, even her nipples were sore. They had been playthings for Justin and Luke, receiving an extraordinary amount of attention during her introduction to sex with multiple partners. She reached down and slid a finger between her pussy lips. Not surprisingly, she was still wet. Even though she was physically sated, the memories of how well she’d been fucked stimulated her arousal. If Justin or Luke or especially Jake walked into her room at that moment, she would welcome any one of them with open arms. Or any two of them for that matter.

  She still wasn’t sure why Jake had set her up with Justin and Luke and not joined in. He had apparently been content to just watch while the two cowboys fucked her, first with sensitive sweetness and then with a balls-to-the-wall ferocity that had her screaming through her orgasms.

  What, she wondered, did Jake think of her? Was she simply a woman exploring a newly found freedom from her inhibitions? Or did he think she was an insatiable nympho? He had assured her that last night had been about sex and sex only. But that kiss when she’d told him she would stay…It was definitely a kiss with more meaning than she had expected. Or asked for. Did she really want to deal with any emotional involvement, especially with Jake?

  Amanda put those confusing thoughts and questions aside and concentrated on the Randell painting. At that thought, she smiled. She was already thinking of the work as “the Randell painting.”

  Sunlight was spreading like golden butter over the tops of the hills and across the valley to the west when she got up and took a quick shower. As she was toweling herself dry, a knock sounded at the door. Wrapping the big towel around her body, she answered hesitantly. She was surprised to find Rosita standing in the hallway. The housekeeper was holding up a beautiful Mexican-style dress.

  “Senorita,” Rosita held the dress out toward Amanda. “This is a present for you from all of us at the ranch. I’m afraid I was not able to get the blood spots from your blouse, and we know you are staying longer than you planned. So please, this dress is a token of our thanks to you. We would be so pleased if you would wear it. It was handmade by my cousin in San Antonio.”

  “Oh no, Rosita. It’s too much. I can’t take this.”

  “But you must. You will make us all very happy if you wear it. I think it should fit you perfectly.” Rosita smiled and turned away, walking back down the hallway to the stairs.

  Amanda closed the door and held the dress up at arm’s length. It was fine cotton in a rich turquoise with an elastic off-the-shoulder neckline and short gathered sleeves. The dress was trimmed with a beautiful row of flowers embroidered in silver and gold all around the bodice.

  Another row of flowers was embroidered around the bottom of the full skirt, which came a few inches above her knees.

  She laid the dress across the bed and finished drying off. The garment was beautiful and she actually had worn her last change of clothes the day before. She had intended to ask Rosita to wash her white blouse or one of her tank tops, but in all the night’s excitement she had completely forgotten. Her choice for the day had been to wear a pair of jeans and a tank top for a second time.

  She slipped on a white thong but decided against a bra. With the off the shoulder bodice, her bra straps would show. She stepped into the dress and pulled it up over her hips. As she slipped her arms through the sleeves and pulled up the elastic waist, she saw that the dress fit perfectly. She studied herself in the mirror, delightfully surprised and pleased at how well the dress fit and how much the turquoise color complimented her dark brown hair and eyes. The color also worked well with the new cowboy boots she had bought for the trip. The boots, a rich chocolate brown almost the same color as her hair, had an eagle with uplifted wings hand-stitched in gold thread across the front and sides.

  She studied herself in the mirror, pleased with her appearance. She headed for the door, hesitated, then looked at herself in the mirror once more. On a whim, she took her new cowboy hat off the bedpost and set it on her head. What the hell, she thought. I’ve ridden a horse and three different cowboys. I deserve to wear my hat. Posing with her hands on her hips, Amanda decided her outfit needed one more adjustment. Grasping the elastic top she pulled the bodice down another two inches, leaving the sloping tops of her breasts exposed almost to her nipples.

  Considering how much Jake seemed to admire her breasts, this look would certainly capture his attention. She grinned mischievously and started down the stairs to breakfast.

  Rosita was in the kitchen busy preparing huevos rancheros for breakfast. When she saw Amanda she stopped, her face breaking into a broad smile. “Oh señorita, it is muy bonita! Es very beautiful on you.”

  “It’s a beautiful dress, Rosita. And beautifully made. Your cousin is a real artist.”

  Two simultaneous wolf whistles made her turn around. Luke and Justin had come in through the back door and were looking at her with big grins.

  “That’s one damn pretty dress, don’t you think, Justin.” Luke looked at Amanda as if she were a confection ready to be gobbled up.

  “And sexy, too,” Justin agreed.

  She smiled and blushed, even though it had been the reaction she had hoped for. The embroidered flowers around the bodice looked like they had been custom sewn to encircle and emphasize each breast, leaving just enough unembroidered fabric to highlight her nipples as they pressed against the thin cotton. The sight held the cowboys totally entranced.

  “Hope you had a good night sleep, Miss Sloane.” Luke grinned at her.

  She blushed again and glanced at Rosita. The housekeeper, who seemed to know everything, rolled her eyes and winked.

  “I slept like a baby.” Amanda quipped.

  Just then, Jake walked in and looked at the grinning faces. When he saw Amanda, he did a double take. “Nice dress,” he said, staring at the significant amount of bare bosom she was revealing. His gaze lingered on the peaks of her barely covered nipples. “I like your hat and boots, too.” He managed to pull his eyes away from her cleavage and up to her face.

  She tried to read the expression behind his emerald eyes. They held each other’s gaze for a moment, and then Rosita was chasing everyone from the kitchen to the dining table.

  During breakfast, Justin and Luke joked and laughed good-naturedly without making any remarks about sharing her through most of the night. Jake acted as if nothing had happened. Remaining his silent, taciturn self, he made polite conversation. She still couldn’t figure the man out, although she was pleased to see him sneaking admiring glances at her several times during the meal.


  After breakfast, Jake excused himself to go to his office just off the lodge’s main room. Justin and Julie were driving to Austin to pick up some supplies, while Luke headed toward the stables to take care of various ranch chores. Amanda took the painting and her laptop back out onto the porch for further study. She had taken her hat off during breakfast, but now put it on again.

  Less than an hour into her examination, she came across something in the painting that gave her a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Ten minutes later, she discovered another problem, one that twisted the feeling in her tummy into a tight, hard knot.

  “Fuck.” She murmured softly, studying the painting. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” She re-read her Internet research, then read it a third time just to make sure. Finally she sighed, wondering how in the world she was going to tell Jake. First, she decided, she would get confirmation of what she had found from Richard. Her discovery was too important to rely on her suspicions alone. There was too much at stake, from her reputation to saving the ranch.

  She picked up her phone and called Richard. He answered with a cheerful, “Howdy Mandy. How’s Texas? And the Randell?”

  “I’m not so sure it is a Randell, Richard. I’ve found a couple of things that bother me.”

  “That’s not what I had hoped to hear. Have you said anything to the Morgans?”

  “No, nothing yet. And I won’t until I’m absolutely sure. I need you to confirm what I’ve found, all right?”

  “Of course. Just tell me what I need to be looking for.”

  She told Richard what worried her and he said he would get back to her as soon as he had any information—good or bad. “I’m keeping my fingers crossed that it will be good.”