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  Could Hope be another talisman? Bringing Wyatt back to him after their disastrous affair with Boone? Maybe enhancing what they’d had before, though the concept seemed surreal.

  “I don’t have a lot of willpower when it comes to this man.” Wyatt shook his head. “I can never say no for long.”

  “It feels like forever,” Clay whispered.

  As if he were a snake lying in the meadow—coiled yet motionless—Wyatt sprang to action, striking before Clay could react. Wy barreled into him, knocking him from his side to his back, covering him completely. Damn, Clay had missed this.

  “He practically drools when I pin his arms over his head.” Wyatt glanced at Hope. The flicker made it clear he intended to put on a hell of a performance for their filly. Maybe he thought he could shoo her with his intensity. Clay knew that was a pointless endeavor. But he didn’t mind letting Wyatt herd him. Enjoying the hell out of the experience would be more like it.

  Too bad he’d left his bullwhip and riding crops out in the barn.

  Eh, maybe they should ease Hope into that.

  Before he could spend much more time debating the merits of Wyatt’s expert leather handling, the man returned his focus to the here and now by grinding his hard cock over Clay’s. The feel of their shafts rubbing together through their thin pants had him gritting his teeth on a groan.

  No shame. No inhibitions. No dignity.

  When Wyatt claimed his mate, Clay surrendered completely.

  “Oh God, you’re so hot.” Hope inched closer. She trailed her finger from his imprisoned wrist to his shoulder, detouring on the way to test the firmness of his biceps. Being petted had never gotten him so horny before. His cock jerked, rising to tuck closer to Wyatt’s body.

  “You are awfully ready, aren’t you?” Wyatt’s eyes darkened, embodying that intoxicating storminess Clay adored. “Hope, take his bottoms off.”

  Whether because Wy didn’t dare release his ultra-willing victim or because his fingers still hadn’t recovered full motor skill, Clay wasn’t about to object.

  The feel of their girl’s hand slipping between him and Wy—as he’d dreamed of for a week, no, longer—only fired Clay up more. He wished she’d move just a little toward his center. No such luck. No one was letting him off easy today. She eased the waistband over his cock, which felt ten times more swollen than usual. Heavy and hot, the bulk of it on his abs had him smiling. He could give as good as he got if Wyatt was in the mood.

  The rare times his lover bent over for him were special. Wy wouldn’t let anyone else have that much power. Except maybe one sassy cowgirl.

  Clay lifted his ass a fraction of an inch to allow Hope room to work the material down his thighs then off his legs entirely. She combed the light hair dusting his shins and quads before boldly reaching between his legs to fondle his balls.

  “Jesus, you two are going to kill me.” He thrashed, or tried to, but Wyatt kept him immobile. The bigger man indulged their guest, allowing her to test the heft of Clay’s nuts and coax them into drawing tighter to his core.

  “More like drain you dry, but I promise you’ll love being milked by us.” Wyatt leaned in and gnawed on Clay’s neck, just below his ear, in the spot that made his insides quiver like jelly.

  The implication that he’d let Hope play along a bit had Clayton chomping at the bit. What a treat she made. Delicious. Sweet. Pure temptation.

  Her pink-painted nail tapped Wyatt on the shoulder. “Kiss him. I loved watching you two make out the other night. It was like you were wrestling with your mouths. Talking without words. Show me again. More.”

  She didn’t have to ask twice.

  Wyatt held himself in an eternal push-up to avoid crushing Clayton. If his hand was still sore, he didn’t give any indication. The strength he took for granted impressed Clay all over again. It always did. He wished he could run his hands along the length of the powerful form hovering over him. But he gladly settled for the taste of his partner’s lips and the pressure of that sinfully seductive mouth bruising his in its urgency.

  He’d always believed this was where Wyatt was most honest. Though the guy never uttered the phrase Clay would have liked to hear, he had no doubt about Wy’s commitment and passion when the other man devoured him like this. How could he?

  Together they succumbed, whirling around each other like straw in a dust storm.

  Hope didn’t let their intensity scare her. Instead, she nudged Wyatt’s pants down his hips, then tapped his knee until he accommodated the removal of his clothes.

  Their lightly perspiring skin conducted the electricity they generated when they collided like this. Raw power illuminated every corner of Clayton’s soul. Wyatt’s growl rolled over them like a clap of thunder when he settled himself between Clay’s legs.

  Wy’s hips began the subconscious rocking that drove Clayton insane, particularly when the other man had already penetrated the tight rings of Clay’s ass and filled him impossibly full.

  Before they could make it to that irresistible stage of their lovemaking, Hope helped prolong the exchange. Or maybe exactly the opposite.

  She insinuated her fine-boned hand between their damp abdomens. Seeking. Finding. Her fingers closed around Clay’s shaft, inspiring a groan. He fed the desperate sound to Wyatt, pleading wordlessly for relief. Of whatever variety they chose to impart.

  Only neither of the cowboys had the driver’s seat.

  An innocent young woman rendered them both incapable of denying her when she increased the ring of her thumb and palm to include Wyatt’s steely length in her grip. Damn! With the two shafts combined into one overflowing fistful of wild Wyoming male, Hope began to work their erections in unison.

  The gentleness of her supple palm contrasted with the hardness of Wyatt’s cock and the stare the slightly older man drilled him with. Her infusion into their intense yet seductive mix had Clay ready to burst in a hurry. Not a record he would like to hold.

  “Don’t you dare.” Wyatt nibbled on Clay’s lip, not helping the situation in the least.

  “What?” He played dumb.

  “You think I can’t feel how defined your head is where it’s rubbing me? How much your cock is leaking as she spreads the wetness over us?” Wy’s curt laugh held no malice. In fact, he seemed to tense at the idea of Clayton’s desperation.

  “You like it,” Hope murmured, soft enough to slice through the guys’ roughening arousal.

  “Hell fucking yes, I do.” Wyatt crushed his mouth over hers and let her taste the longing he had to have harbored in the moment. “More because you’re touching me. Jerking me. Us.”

  Clay seized, all of him tightening in response to the gruff man above him and the tender woman bonding them. She patted Wyatt’s flank as he propelled his dick through the tunnel of her hand, rubbing his erection along the full evidence of Clayton’s similar hunger.

  “Wy, I need you in me. Don’t make me come like this. Empty.” Clay hated that he cracked. But another orgasm—even if by her hand rather than his own—without that reassurance of their link might destroy him.

  “It’s been too long. You need a toy first. Something less…”

  “Bulky,” Hope supplied when Wy stalled, distracted by the squeeze of her fingers.

  “Not going to last.” Clayton gritted his teeth to keep from painting his come across the two observers right then and there. “Ride me. Please.”

  “He’s cute when he begs.” Unexpected shades of dominance highlighted Hope’s allure. Damn, she really was a Compton after all.

  Clayton reared up far enough to sink his teeth into Wyatt’s shoulder, then uttered, “Now. Right now.”

  He regretted that his roommate would have to abandon their nest to grab the lube from their nightstand. Until Hope surprised him by dropping flat on her stomach on the mattress.

  “What?” He didn’t have long to wonder at her intentions.

  She lunged forward, focusing on Wyatt’s cock and angling the fully erect flesh toward her part
ed lips.

  Both Clayton and Wyatt stared as she lowered her head and proceeded to demonstrate her proficiency at the lessons they’d taught her by laving Wyatt with sloppy kisses and licks that left him saturated. Slick. Good enough.

  Rough and raw, this fuck would check all Clayton’s boxes for a hell of a fun time.

  If it hurt some, he’d only enjoy it more.

  Wy knew. He didn’t object. Muscles in his jaw ticked as Hope treated him to torturous slurps that left him thoroughly soaked. After far too long and yet not nearly enough pleasure, Hope lifted her head and smiled at Clayton.

  “Thanks.” He grunted when Wyatt wasted no time aligning the fat head of his cock with the puckered entrance to Clay’s ass.

  “Looking out for you.” She winked. “Now show me how much you like it when he makes love to you. At least I’ll know what I’m missing out on.”

  Clay whimpered. Not from the pain caused by the constantly increasing pressure the blunt cap of Wy’s dick administered. But because of the flicker of rejection he caught in Hope’s stare. Slighted, insecure and devastated, she mirrored his own painful cocktail of emotions. At least the ones he’d sometimes endured when she wasn’t there to guide Wyatt, tease him into complying with her wishes and his own desires.

  Clayton flung out his hand, latching onto hers and holding her tight.

  A warm smile crossed her bee-stung lips. “You can take him. He’s opening you. You’re yielding. That’s so hot.”

  As if her commentary drove Wy as nuts as it did Clayton, the bigger man breached his resistance. The first thrust of Wyatt’s cock as it drilled into Clay’s body stole his ability to correct her misconception. His grip had more to do with her tugging his heartstrings than Wy plowing his ass, though that was pretty spectacular too. Pleasure and a healthy heaping of pain twined into the perfect sensation as impulses ran up his spine, straight to his brain.

  Endorphins more powerful than the drugs he’d tried as a teen rushed through his system. No matter how much he’d attempted to love that chemical high, which had enthralled his mother, it’d never held a candle to the rush inspired by sex with Wyatt. He’d grown out of that phase fast. Or should he say he’d been screwed out of it. Wyatt had saved his life, kept him from crashing down the same path as his mother.

  Before the stale memories could cloud his relief and enjoyment, Hope returned him to the perfect present. She trailed her fingers along the rigid flesh twitching on his abdomen. Eventually she traced Wyatt’s circumference, thrilling both men simultaneously.

  When Wy began to pick up steam—his rhythm sure and as familiar as if they’d done this just yesterday—Hope took advantage of the slight gap between the men’s torsos, necessitated by the upright position Wyatt drew himself into as he dug deeper, fucked harder.

  She nestled Clayton’s erection in her cupped hand, matching the shuttling of her fist with the hammering of Wy’s hips. She kept time well enough that Clay imagined what it might be like to bury himself in her over and over while his roommate pleasured them all from behind.

  “Oh, shit.” He gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut against the enticement of his vision. Still, he didn’t act fast enough. Their joint efforts triggered the initial stages of his orgasm.

  “That’s right. Show her how hard you’re going to come for us.” Wyatt’s flushed cheeks and the droplets of sweat trickling down his chest proved he would join Clayton. Considering how recently he’d been ill, the quick session could have been a blessing in disguise. Maybe Hope would believe him if he professed to have shot faster than a rookie’s ride on a bucking bronco out of concern for his partner.

  Not likely.

  She surprised and delighted him again when she leaned in close and flicked the tip of her tongue over his tight nipple. The bite of her small teeth, which teased the nub, sealed his fate. He threw his head back, burrowing into the feather pillow. Wyatt scooped his legs up, supporting the backs of his knees with those big, healing hands.

  The position opened him, allowing Wy deeper inside. Right where Clayton wanted the man. At the same time, Hope redoubled her efforts. Her fingers flew over his straining cock, the sides of her hand knocking into the ridge made by his engorged head.

  She lifted her mouth from his chest to smile at him.

  That simple lending of encouragement tipped him into rapture. Pulses rippled through the base of his cock. His balls gathered, then pumped his release from their depths.

  Hope kissed first the raised tendons in his neck then his mouth lightly before the first stream of scalding come jetted onto his chest. Wyatt couldn’t resist the stranglehold Clay’s ass had on his embedded cock. By the time the third slash of pearlescent fluid left a trail across Clay’s body, the bigger man joined him. Liquid heat flooded Clayton, rejuvenating his pleasure.

  Through it all, Hope continued to stroke him, drawing out every last drop of semen he had to spend.

  When Clay supposed he’d never experience something as satisfying in all his life, Wyatt surprised him. The man he adored reached down and massaged the puddles of slickness into his taut muscles. He dropped lower when his fading orgasm stole his stamina. The glistening surface of Clay’s chest seemed to make a satisfactory pillow.

  Wyatt relaxed for an atypical second. He let his head loll in the crook of Clayton’s neck while Hope petted them both, smoothing back their sweat-dampened locks. The gentle caresses impacted Wy more than his impassive eyes and slack muscles would lead an outside observer to believe.

  “You’re still hard,” Clay whispered to his best friend.

  “So?” Wy acted like the inhuman feat was no big deal.

  “You haven’t gotten your fill yet.” Hope traced his spine to his tight ass, then slapped him. “What are you waiting for?”

  Wy shook his head. “Clay’s had enough. He’s going to be sore tomorrow.”

  As much as he’d like to disagree, Clayton detected a low-level burning he didn’t dare aggravate with another round. “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be a dumbass.” Wyatt retreated gently, slipping from Clayton’s body and leaving him bereft. “You have nothing to apologize for. That was—”

  Hope cleared her throat. “It was fucking sexy and so damn beautiful. Now it’s my turn.”

  “What?” Wyatt waved her off with a slice through the air. “No way. Your first time shouldn’t be like this. Not with us either. You’ve saved yourself this long. Wait for the right guy.”

  “You are the right man. Men.” Hope didn’t blink as she uttered the truth.

  “No.” He refused to listen. “That guy would treat you to flowers and candlelight. Romance. Forever. The best I can do is a rough fuck.”

  He glanced at the wreckage they’d left on Clay’s chest.

  “I didn’t hear any complaints.” Hope chuckled, monitoring Clay’s recovery.

  “No, but Clay can take care of himself with the ranch hands. What will you do when they corner you and ask if the rumors are true? Someone always finds out around here. Some idiot will blab what they know. And you’ll be facing unwanted attention every time you wander across some creep’s path.”

  “You think my dads would keep those kinds of guys on the ranch?” She dismissed his concerns. “Quit making excuses, Wyatt.”

  Hope’s eyes began to mist over and Clayton wanted nothing more than to hold her, rock her and take some of that pain away. Instead of coddling her, Wyatt grew harsh. He went for the throat. “What makes you think I want you anyway?”

  “I may be a virgin, but I’m not a moron.” She stared at the guy’s stiff cock.

  Clayton felt his dick stirring as they argued.

  “Go ahead. Sit there and watch. Tell me you don’t want me.” Hope surprised him when she shoved Wyatt toward the mound of pillows against the headboard. He arranged them to provide himself the best vantage for viewing her display.

  “If you weren’t such a chicken, you could have had me already.” This time she included Clayton in the beam of
her laser glare.

  He cleared his throat. “If that’s what you really want, Hope. I’ll give you anything you ask for.”

  “You will not.” Wyatt whipped his gaze to Clay.

  “You’re not my boss.” He huffed. “Well, shit, you kind of are. But not here. Not today. Never like this.”

  “No.” Hope crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m not putting you in the middle of this bullshit. I don’t need two guys. Or even one. Hell, I’ve handled myself just fine until now.”

  She melted his ability to object or even to swallow to keep from choking on his tongue when she collapsed onto her back, propped up by her elbows. From this angle, the guys had a clear view of her assets.

  Hope shoved the soft T-shirt she’d borrowed from Clay over her breasts. The modest yet firm mounds of her chest had him ready to howl. Wy too, from the pinched set of his mouth. Especially when she cupped them in her pretty, pink-tipped fingers.

  Wyatt reached out to help, but she wouldn’t have it. Hope smacked his wrist, careful even in her ire—and through the haze of her arousal—to avoid his injuries.

  “Get your hands off me. How do you like it? Being able to watch but not touch?” She rubbed the ache in her breasts, down her stomach to her mound. “I can be selfish too. Neither of you can have me. I’ll take care of myself.”

  Wyatt shook his head like a dog emerging from a pond and encroached on Hope’s territory. She put one foot on Wy’s shoulder and shoved until he tumbled backward, taking up the spot next to Clayton.

  “If you touch her, she’ll stop.” Clay’s vehemence had Hope’s pupils dilating. Made her wetter. Her fingers glided faster. “At least let me have this much.”

  “Fuck.” Wyatt collapsed, drawing Clayton to his heaving chest. “Fine. Torture yourself. See if I care.”

  “Close your eyes if you don’t want to see,” Clay snapped at Wy.

  “Sure.” He groaned. “You’d have to superglue them shut to keep me from peeking.”

  Hope’s self-caresses grew bolder. She demonstrated how she liked to be touched, rougher than Clay would have guessed. Then again, nothing about her had turned out to be like the spoiled, clueless princess of Compton Pass they’d unfortunately assumed her to be at first.