Riding Double
Riding Series 1

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ADULT EXCERPT

"What's going on?" She sat back in her chair, tried to laugh but it only came out as a nervous giggle. Her clit, on fire from the nearness of two of the hottest cowboys in all of Montana, swelled and throbbed. The thrill of not knowing what these two were up to had her heart racing and her pussy gushing. If it were possible for her to burn herself from her own cream, she would have right there. The blistering juice flooding her cunt was so hot.

"You're out of control, Skye." Caleb rested his large hand on her bare knee, but he didn't pat it as she expected. He caressed it, ran the pad of his thumb up and down her skin, washing her with delicious chills. She shuddered.

Oh, God. Just the way he touched her sent her senses reeling. His hand slid up her thigh. The rough, calloused hands of a workingman, warm, deeply arousing. Her sex clenched and tingled as her clit continued to swell.

"You could have gotten us both seriously hurt last night." Trent put his broad hand on her other knee, sending quivers up her spine. Caleb's hand hinted up her thigh another inch, his fingers brushing against the bottom of her silk PJ shorts.

"What is this?" she asked breathlessly, nearly panting from the way they had her desire in gallops. They were like a fever in her blood, heating her to the point of passing out. "An intervention?"

"Something like that," Caleb slid his fingers under her silky bottoms and inched higher. She relaxed her knees open, instinctively granting him access. When he slid his hand up further, barely brushing the curls of her heated mound, she sucked in a breath. This was totally unexpected, having Caleb touch her like a lover, and while Trent watched. To her utter disbelief, instead of him protesting, Trent's eyes darkened with every inch Caleb snuck his hand toward her pussy.

"Caleb," she whimpered when his finger dipped between her slick folds and explored the inner lips of her cunt, teasing her by spreading her juices seeping from her entrance up and around her aching clit.

How long had she dreamed of him touching her like this? Could this really be happening? Frighteningly handsome, controlling Caleb. Had he finally given in to her seductions? How did her equally sexy cowboy Trent fit into all of this?

"So you crave a thrill, do you?" Caleb's voice was dark, almost angry, and sexy-as-hell as he continued to finger her pussy. Trent's hand left her knee to pull up her shirt and exposed her breasts to them. Reaching over, he cupped her breast in his hand and flicked her nipple with his thumb. She jerked and it shot her forward on the chair.

"Do you like seeing me get hurt, Skye?" Trent pinched her nipple. Hard. Instead of it hurting, the pain shot a surge of wet heat straight to her pussy. It gushed, sending juices down her shaft and flooding Caleb's hand.

"Oh yeah," Caleb groaned and fingered her entrance. "Her cunt is soaking wet. She definitely likes to see you get hurt."

"That's not true." She couldn't make sense of what they were doing to her. She'd never had two lovers at the same time. Well, never literally at the same time. The thought thrilled her, excited her, and had her so close to an orgasm one touch of her clit would shatter her.

Trent pinched her nipple again, this time harder than before. She cried out from the pain and pleasure. "You're lying."

"What is it you want?" Caleb circled her entrance with his finger. When he slowly sank his finger inside her pussy, she let out an equally slow moan. Trent's hand slid behind her head and clamped down on her hair. He brought her head back, her lips up, and dove for her neck. Nipping, licking and teasing, he feasted on her tender flesh as Caleb continued his impossibly slow finger fuck in her pussy. "Why do you torture poor Trent? Is that what turns you on? Torture?"

This, right here, was torture. Pure, unrelenting torture. She opened her legs further, granting him all the access he wanted with her, willing to give him anything he asked. Trent bit her ear and held onto her lobe between his teeth. "Yes," she admitted aloud for the first time. Rocking her hips, she tried to fuck Caleb's finger, but he kept his own rhythm.

"Why?" Caleb asked.

"I like to see how far he'll go for me. The fight excites me."

"You love the thrill, don't you? You crave love on the edge," Trent rasped against her ear. She'd never seen this side of Trent before. It frightened her, and had her so weak with her need for him she was ready to straddle him right there in the kitchen.

"Yes." She had no idea where her answers came from, only that she couldn't think straight. Her brain, her entire body focused on her need for release. She wanted to fly, to send her body into orbit in the throes of a shattering orgasm. She was so close. Caleb's finger sank in and out of her pussy. Trent feasted on her throat and jaw. The whole thing, having two men touching her at the same time, seemed so surreal. The spiral of erotic tension surrounding the walls of her pussy clamped down and started to quiver. Oh, God. They were going to make her come.

"Are you really the bad girl you pretend to be?" Caleb pulled his finger out of her slippery cunt and replaced it with two. His thumb moved over her clit and hovered there. "Tell me what you want, Skye."

"Touch me," she pleaded, whimpering against the sweet torment. She needed to break, to release the coil of sexual tension gripping her womb. Trent lowered to her breast and took a swollen nipple in his mouth. When he nipped at her hard bud, she threw her head back and cried out. "Oh, God! Please!"

"No," Caleb pulled back completely, as did Trent. Dazed, confused at how close they brought her to orgasm, just to deny her, she darted her gaze back and forth between them. They both stared at her, heat and lust in their dark gaze, but neither touched her.

"Why did you stop?"

"You said you liked the torture," Caleb explained and even so much as moved his chair back to the other side of the table. Panting, more from sexual frustration than anything else, she threw him a vicious look. This was all just a dirty, nasty trick.

"Is this in retaliation for last night?" Irritated, still swirling from how close they'd brought her to orgasm and just left her hanging, she righted her clothes and turned her glare to Trent as he moved his chair back to his side of the table.

"Yes," Trent answered with that shit-eating grin she loved. Well, right now she hated it. "And no."

"If it's torture you crave," Caleb's voice was hard, demanding, and the clouded lust in his eyes scared her, yet excited her beyond all reason, "I know of much more pleasurable ways to torture you."