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He cradles me to him, my legs splayed on either side of his waist, and my head tucked into the crook of his neck. I don’t notice right away, but he’s shifting underneath me as I breathe heavily into his skin. His hand bumps against my pussy just before I feel the head of his cock press gently into my spent pussy, pushing deep and pulling my body down to meet his.
With strong arms wrapped around my back, I sink onto him further and press a kiss to his neck just before he lifts his hips and drives deep.
“You don’t need to do anythin’, Country.” A kiss on my brow has a lazy smile on my face building, hidden against his skin. Laying his cheek against the top of my head, he sighs like he’s content, but his cock is so hard inside of me, I know he’s on edge.“Just let me love you.” He repeats his words from all those years ago, and a flicker of hope singes my heart.
I nod, keeping my eyes closed, enjoying the feel of him rolling his hips up into me at a slow but steady pace. Briefly, I wonder if he minds that Wilder’s cum is still filling me, but if he noticed, he doesn’t seem to care.
The easy way he’s fucking me is so different from the way he took me the first time, and different from the way Wilder fucked me moments ago. We’re pressed so closely together that my oversensitive clit keeps rubbing against the muscles just above where his cock is buried inside of me, sending little trails of electricity up my spine.
The longer we move together, the more our breathing picks up, his arm muscles clenching and unclenching around me until he lets them fall away. I lift my head to argue but stop when Remy’s hands slide up the skin on my back, starting in the sloping curve of my lower back, then up to my shoulder blades, then neck. I shiver when he squeezes me gently.
“I’m not gonna fuck you now, but I want to play with you,” Remy whispers into my ear. Clyde keeps a steady roll into me as I turn my head, tucking my chin on my shoulder to gaze back at him.
“You’ve always been my hold out, haven’t ya, Rustic?”
A flicker of sadness crosses his face, but he shuts it down with another kiss. “Never on purpose and never again.” His fingers dance back down my spine before he continues lower, slipping to just above where Clyde and I are joined. His fingers trail along my stretched skin, seemingly uncaring that it’s his friend’s cock spreading me, before moving back up slightly to run the tip of his finger over my other entrance.
I gasp and suck in a breath, only to have all of them immediately soothe me. “Just relax, baby,” Wilder murmurs from our side where he’s laid out, watching the three of us.
Gulping, I convince my body to relax again just as Remy’s fingers press harder against the ring of muscles I never thought I’d want someone touching. I don’t know if it feels good right away. It feels different and like Ishouldn’tenjoy it, but the longer he circles that area along with Clyde thrusting up into me, I decide that I really like it.
The moment Clyde bucks into me hard without warning, Remy pushes the tip of his finger inside and I jerk up, my spine going rigid as I’m shoved right to the edge of another orgasm. I thought for sure I was done for today, but this feels so different from what I expected.
Clyde sits up further, seeing that the mood has drastically changed. Keeping an eye on me, he lets his mouth fall to my nipples standing out for him, circling one nipple with the tip of his tongue just before sucking it into his mouth, hard, and he bucks again inside of me.
I start moving over him, rolling my hips, looking for more while Remy works his finger further inside. With every shift of my hips, I rock over Clyde’s cock, then back against Remy’s hand, and my eyes freaking cross from how good it feels.
“Good?” Wild asks me. I bite my lip and look up at him. He’s shifted around, up to his knees, to watch from a better vantage point. I can tell he’s ready for me again, but I’m so far gone, I can’t think of anything but what the other two are doing.
“W-Wild?” I croak out, not sure what I’m asking him. His smile is gentle, choosing to continue to encourage me instead of adding to the touches I’m receiving now.
“Let go,” he tells me, his voice far away, but I listen anyway. Clyde’s hips are driving up into me quicker now, his jaw tight as he watches me, waiting for me to come again. Remy’s lips and teeth are sliding over my shoulder to my neck, digging into the thin skin, sparks zipping down my spine to the spot he’s working a second finger into.
Leaning my head to the side, I close my eyes and twist my hips jerkily, grinding hard onto Clyde’s cock and Remy’s fingers before leaning back and crying into the room as my pussy convulses around both of them.
Moments before I sink into oblivion, I feel Clyde fill me while the other two praise me for giving them one more orgasm. Falling forward, I collapse onto Clyde and pass right the fuck out to the sound of one of them murmuring, “You did so good for us, country girl.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Clyde
“Hand me the eggs. The pan is warm enough.” Remy is standing in front of Betsy’s stove, flipping bacon around while Wilder starts a second pot of coffee. I dig them out of her fridge and hand them over. He starts cracking them open into a bowl as I sit down at the table.
We spent the afternoon napping with our girl as she slept deeply, wrung out from our attentions. She probably slept harder because of how exhausted she’s been over the past months; let alone the nightmare we starred in over the last week and a half. That girl has been asleep since noon yesterday and it’s already six thirty am and still no sign of her rousing.
“Should we be worried?” Wild asks as he spoons sugar into the mugs of coffee. When Remy and I look toward him, he shrugs. “She’s still asleep. Did we take it too far?”
My gut reaction is to deny him, but I think it over. No, I don’t think we did. She was there for every second of our attention. “I don’t think so. She’s been tired for a long time,” I tell them, frowning at the table. “I think her havin’ a chance to catch up is good for her.”
He nods once, then finishes up the coffees. Once she fell asleep and we curled around her, we spent the afternoon lazing around until dinner came around. Whispering between us, we took turns slipping from the room to complete the chores for the evening, bringing in the cattle and ensuring that everyone was fed. I even took Lucy for a walk to let her do her business and fed her dinner.
None of us have spent this much time sleeping in forever, so by the time five rolled around, we were all awake with the exception of Betsy and decided she deserved to wake up to a full breakfast.
Once everything is plated on the trays, the three of us head back up to her room, all of us excited over the prospect of waking her and starting the morning with how we intend to start every day. I have a free hand, so I turn her knob and push the door open with my hip. The moment I’m inside, I freeze when my eyes fall to the bed.
“The hell, Clyde? Would ya move?” Wilder asks from behind me, but then he falls silent when he sees what I do.
My Country is curled up on her side, crying into her pillow, knees to her chest in the fetal position.
