Hard Luck Ranch (6 page)

“Still fine, Wes?”

For a response, Wes wriggled his butt against Everett’s hand. “God, yes,” he groaned.

Everett removed his fingers and got up to stand behind Wes, pushing him slightly forward over his wife’s back so that he could have clear access to his ass. It was a beautiful ass, high and well-muscled. He gave the cheeks a loving squeeze as he placed the tip of his shaft into the crease.

Wes cried out and reared forward, impaling his wife, who in turn moaned loudly. Both sounds were like music to Everett.

He pressed forward another inch. Then another. He moved slowly just like he had done with his fingers, giving Wes plenty of space to move and fuck Emma’s delicious pussy. But when he drew back, it was onto Everett’s waiting dick.

Truly, Wes was caught between a cock and a soft place.

Sweat broke out over Everett’s chest as he forced himself to take it slowly and allow Wes the full enjoyment of the new experience. It was new to Everett too. Despite all of his sexual escapades he’d never fucked a man and a woman together before.

He eased his shaft fully into Wes’ ass, marveling as he had done that first time long ago in the muscular flex and tightness of it. When he was fully imbedded, he kept his hips ground close to Wes’ buttocks, reveling in the connection. Wes, in turn, was buried to the balls in his wife’s cunt.

Everett reached one hand in the middle of their tightly clasped bodies to feel where Wes’ penis entered Emma’s pussy. Like his dick in Wes’ ass, it too was a perfect fit. He stroked the place where they fused together, stopping to tease Wes’ dangling scrotum with his fingertips before reaching forward and latching onto Emma’s tight nub. She gave a little scream when he rubbed it roughly, abrading the sensitive nerves with the pad of his fingers.

Then he started to move, pulling back and pushing into Wes’ ass with an age-old rhythm, forcing Wes to do the same to Emma’s cunny. Their combined force pounded her exposed pussy while his fingers plied her core. In moments, she came to climax, her nub trembling her juices leaking out onto his hand and Wes’ rigid thighs.

“Oh, God, Emma!” Wes shouted when her cunt spasmed around him. “I love you!”

Everett shut his eyes to a momentary pain that clenched around his heart. Love. That was the one ingredient missing from their little mix. The one thing that Emma possessed that he still hungered after. Wes’ love.

“Don’t stop,” Emma sobbed while Wes’ hips held hard against her buttocks.

Wes reached forward and pushed the damp hair from her face. “Don’t worry, darlin’, I won’t ever stop.”

The tender note in his voice made Everett’s constricted heart hurt even more but he forced himself to go on as if he hadn’t heard. But this time he didn’t hold back. Patience and gentleness went out the door, along with any desire to go easy on Wes’ barely broken in ass.

He rode Wes hard, leveraging his position behind him into long deep strokes that pushed further and further inside him, until he knew that the grunts Wes was giving were mingled pleasure and pain.

Sweat poured off Wes’ bare back and down their bodies, causing their skin to become slick and shiny. The wetness helped to ease the friction, allowing Everett to set an agonizingly fierce pace.

Wes was shouting his name over and over and Everett’s face flushed with pride. Even if it was Emma he loved, it was Everett who was able to give Wes this incredible sensation. It was Everett who was fucking him like he deserved to be fucked.

Everett nearly jumped when a soft hand landed on his sweating flank. It was Emma, forgotten for the moment, until she reminded him of her presence with a short squeeze of encouragement. She at least wanted him. Even if she were practically a stranger, he knew that she cared.

That small motion drained him of some of his violence, leaving him to push his cock into Wes’ tightly clenched ass for a few final strokes before his climax caused him to spill his seed deep within his friend’s hot hole. A moment later Wes’ body shuddered as he came. Instead of collapsing forward, Wes twisted his head backwards, blindly seeking Everett’s mouth.

Leaning down, his heartbeats racing again, Everett met Wes’ lips with his own. Their kiss unfurled, dark and delicious, with a thread of the same violence that had overtaken him before. They laved each other tenderly and Everett’s cheeks hollowed as he tried to swallow Wes’ tongue again and again, drawing a low moan from Wes’ throat.

A softer moan reminded him that Emma was still wedged on top of the sofa and stuck beneath them.

Reaching under their bodies, Everett once again found her moist pussy, sticky now with the juices of her second climax. She gave a very unladylike grunt when he delicately rolled her swollen nub in his fingers but she didn’t bid him to stop.

Wes shifted restively and Everett turned back, reluctantly withdrawing his still partly erect cock from Wes’ dripping asshole. That allowed Wes to get off his wife and stretch his cramped limbs.

Only Emma remained in the same position like she was stuck there, her hands clamped onto the back of the sofa, her naked ass still in the air. Wes’ juices slicked her backside and his final fucking had left her ass cheeks flushed and pink.

When Wes collapsed onto the sofa beside her, Everett grasped her waist. She tiredly jerked away, causing his heart to fill with a sudden rush of tenderness for this lovely lady.

“Easy, darlin’,” Everett soothed.

The words calmed her, letting him try again to reposition her into a more comfortable spot. He flipped her over and set her up on the sofa next to her husband. Their two heads lolled together in a comical exaggeration of fatigue but he suspected that they were ready for more. He certainly was.

Kneeling between Emma’s legs, Everett lowered his head to her exposed breasts, nuzzling each perfect mound in turn. He didn’t even open his mouth, just rubbed his lips into the silky flesh and brushed them lightly over her lax nipples. After only a few passes of his mouth, the tips began to harden noticeably. This time when she shifted, it wasn’t to dislodge him but to press her breasts closer to his lips.

Beside them, Wes turned his head to watch the two of them together. His hand drifted down to his stiffening cock and he played with it, tugging it lightly with his fingers.

Emma was starting to moan again now when Everett circled her nipples with his puckered lips. With each pass, she pushed her flesh toward him but he ignored the temptation for as long as he could. Finally, when he could take no more, he parted his lips and accepted her taut nipple into the heat of his mouth, sucking it strongly.

Wes made a surprised sound beside them before he lowered his own head and captured Emma’s other nipple in his open mouth.

Together they sucked her nipples for long time, bonding over the shared gasps they wrung from her and glorying over their own reawakening desires.

Everett reached across to dislodge Wes’ hand, replacing it with his hand on Wes’ hard dick. After a brief hesitation, Wes followed suit, reaching across to explore Everett’s swaying cock and stroking it into full erection. Both men were now gasping out their own pleasure between sucks of Emma’s sweet nipples and she caressed their heads, holding them close to her. Soon they were all ready again for another round.

This time it was Wes who directed the show, telling Everett to sit down on the sofa while he shifted Emma to sit on his friend’s lap. Everett took over from there, holding Emma’s hips above him as he guided her cunny onto his erect shaft.

Emma moaned when she slid down his dick and Everett joined her, reveling in the velvet stretch of her cunt. He hadn’t realized that he’d missed this sensation until Emma walked into their lives.

Their lives.

Everett spared a glance for Wes, who was seated next to him, running his fingers through Everett’s tousled fair hair. The look on Wes’ face melted Everett. He shifted his gaze from Wes’ tender expression to Emma’s rapt one and he found himself wishing with all his being that he could stay with these two incredible people and never have to leave.

He shut his eyes while Emma start to raise herself up on his lap then bring her pussy back down fully on his cock. His head went back. She was riding him like a wild mustang and he was loving it.

“Ev.”

The quiet call made him open his eyes. It was Wes, closer now, their faces almost touching.

Everett read the love in that look—and the acceptance.

As Emma rode him, Wes leaned forward to kiss Everett’s mouth, first softly then with growing fervor. The two men kissed with opened mouths and hot probing tongues, devouring each other greedily.

But it wasn’t enough.

“Give me your dick,” Everett commanded, once again shifting into the leadership role.

Wes scrambled to obey, lifting himself up on the sofa until he was almost standing, steadying himself with an outstretched hand along the back.

His cock was beautiful, stiff and hot, and Everett’s mouth watered for it. How long he’d waited for this, for Wes to give himself fully to him.

He licked the moist head of Wes’ dick but he could hardly wait before he took the entire length into his mouth, sucking on it with hard hungry swallows. Wes’ grunts of exertion filled the air as he fucked Everett’s mouth in long thrusts. After a moment, Emma leaned over to take Wes’ swaying balls into her mouth and Wes’ hand moved around to support her head while she fed on his salty warm sac. At the same time, she bounced more vigorously on Everett’s shaft, bringing them both to the edge of release.

Wes’ hot spunk spurted into Everett’s mouth when he came inside Wes’ wife, his body helplessly tensing and relaxing, tensing and relaxing, his cock draining itself of its juices.

Emma reached her climax few seconds later, her cunny squeezing the last few creamy drops from Everett’s dick as he sucked the final droplets from Wes’ member

Then, satiated, they all fell together onto the sofa, Wes’ head pillowed on one of Everett’s broad shoulders and Emma’s head snuggled against the other. Everett rubbed his hands across both their backs in long strokes, soothing them tenderly after the wonderful experience they’d just shared but also holding them to him lightly, knowing that they may both draw away at any moment.

“Ev.” Wes spoke into his ear. “We need to talk.”

Everett stilled his hands. Here it came. The heave ho.

He was good enough for fucking, apparently, but not for anything more. Suddenly he understood the true depth of torture he’d put Kenneth through and he regretted it. It would have been better to have never known this exquisite bliss, this pure communion of woman, man, and man, rather than taste its wonder then have to relinquish it forever.

“I’m listening,” he said, glad to hear that his voice was steady.

Emma cupped his cheek. “Oh, Wesley,” she murmured, “don’t start off like that. He will expect the worst. Everett, darling, please hear him out.”

Everett, darling.
It had a nice ring to it. Sweet-like.

He relaxed slightly. “Go on, Wes, and make it quick.”

“We want you to come live here,” Wesley blurted out. “At the ranch. Like before.”

Everett narrowed his eyes as he tried to peer at the other man’s face but they were too close for him to discern Wes’ expression.

“Why?” he asked.

Wesley lifted his head. “After what just happened, do you have to ask?”

Everett’s head started to buzz. Could this be real? Was he truly receiving an invitation to come back to Hard Luck Ranch?

“Tell him why,” Emma spoke up, her tone firmer than he’d ever heard it before. “Tell him what we talked about earlier, Wesley.”

Wesley drew back so that brown eyes clashed with gray. What he saw in those eyes made Everett’s heart pound. They were so warm, so welcoming. It was everything he’d woken up wanting so many years ago, only to find anger and rejection.

“We love you, Everett.” Wes’ mouth curved up into a smile so tender that Everett could not help smiling back. “I love you, Ev. I reckon it will take me the rest of my life to show you just how much.”

Everett shut his eyes for a moment, blocking out the wave of emotion that threatened to crush him. His joy was so great that he thought he might drown in it.

“Ev?” It was Wes’ voice, deep and concerned, trying to draw him back out of himself.

“Darling, are you all right?” Emma—her soft city tones making the simple question sound like music.

In a moment he would open his eyes and look at his loves, both old and new. He would tell them how much he loved them both. He would let them know how happy he was that his luck had changed for good.

But for now Everett could only revel in the thought that, after all these years, he had finally come home.

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Excerpt

Chapter One

Isabel stood, hands on her hips, and looked over her empty apartment.

From the hall, a deep voice asked, “You ready?”

She had to swallow hard before she could answer. “Just give me a minute. Please.”

Isabel heard his footsteps clattering back down the stairs and after that, she was alone with her memories.

For four years, she’d laughed and cried within these thin walls, listening to her neighbours laugh over their joys and cry over their frustrations. Lately all they must have heard from her unit were tears. Angry, bitter sobs over the man who had recently moved out. He was moving on, Jason had told her, as if she was an accident scene that had momentarily snarled up the smooth traffic of his life.

Damn him.

They’d only lived together for the past eight months, but already his personality had sunk itself into the furniture she’d packed away for shipping on to his mother’s. He hadn’t even wanted to give her his new address. Probably because it was
her
address, too. The other woman. His new woman. Which probably made Isabel the other woman now.