Page 35 of Stud Ranch

He wanted him. In his mouth, in his ass. He wanted to see his cock buried in Sloane.

She flipped onto her stomach. “My zipper!”

He yanked it down in one quick flick. In another, he had her dress on the floor. Shaw sidled up next to him. His shoulders shifted in a display of muscular beauty as he pulled his shirt over his head and let it drop.

Sloane lay on the bed, eyes wide, the pulse in her throat racing double time.

Passion and confusion blended in her expression.

“It’s all right, baby. Dylan and I are good with each other. As long as you’re good with what’s about to happen.”

She held out her hands to them. Dylan enfolded one in his own and gazed down at her beautiful face. She drove him crazy, and made him want to please her over and over again. To introduce her to the joy that he could bring with his tongue and cock. He’d only begun doing this work, but she was already opening like a flower.

Shaw took her other hand, chafing his thumb across her knuckles. “We both want you,” he stated simply.

“And you’re willing to…share me?” Her voice wavered in uncertainty.

He gave a nod. “If you want that.”

Her breasts jiggled with her quick inhalation. “Together?”

They nodded.

“At the same time?”

They gave simultaneous nods again, and her gaze bounced between them.

She dashed her tongue across her full lips. “Have you…done this before?”

In the past, Dylan never had a problem admitting what he did for a living, involved other women, but something about Sloane made him wish things were different.

“One time.”

Her stare darted to Shaw. Dylan could practically hear her unspoken questions.

He squeezed her fingers, drawing her attention back to him. With their fingers linked, he reached for his fly. One-handedly, he popped it open. His stiff cock bulged in his red boxer briefs.

Her lips formed an O.

Slowly, he reached into his briefs and withdrew his cock. The length was thick and straining with need, the veins bulging up the shaft. He squeezed, bringing more blood to the tip.

“You want my cock inside you, beautiful?” His voice was all grit and gravel.

She threw Shaw a look.

“Go on, baby. Take what you need. Show us what you want from us.” Shaw’s low words penetrated deep in Dylan as well.

Sloane tugged on Dylan’s hand, pulling him closer until he tumbled into bed with her. His arms around her, he tucked her against his chest and captured her lips.

Knowing that Shaw looked on only made his pulse pound harder. His libido shot up to a new height.

Breaking the kiss, he looked to his fellow Boot Knocker, holding his stare while he guided her hand to his cock.

With a sharp intake of air, she curled her fingers around his erection and gave it a slow jack. He grunted, and Shaw closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his stare latched on to her hand pumping him.

In a quick move, Shaw stripped off the rest of his clothes and whipped out his cock. Sloane issued a soft coo, and Dylan couldn’t resist pulling more from her by taking her nipple between his lips.

She arched into his touch, but her focus was on Shaw. The man’s physique was perfection, the carved muscles of his chest and abs a display that many a lady enjoyed.

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