Along Came Merrie by Beth D. Carter Page B

all hard muscles over smooth skin, Leo maneuvered his jutting cock between her thighs. She reached behind her to grasp it, tracing the lines and contours, learning how it responded to her touch. She captured some of his pre-cum on a finger and brought it to her lips. She loved how he tasted.
    He reached over to the nightstand and opened the drawer to pull out a condom. Next, he guided her to kneel forward so he could slip it over his cock. Then he lowered her over his shaft.
    Excitement gripped her stomach as she sank on him, her pussy practically grabbing and pulling him inside her. He held her still for a moment to allow her to adjust to his girth, before he propelled her hips—back and forth, very tenderly and slowly.
    Needing to move, she rolled her hips. Leo let out a moaning-hissing noise that she took as a good sign. She leaned over to gently bite his earlobe and that was all it took to break the slow and easy façade. He pumped her up and down on his cock—in and out, in and out—until Merrie wasn’t sure if it was him out of control or her. All she did know was how incredible it felt to be with him. She gripped her inner walls around him so tightly a squelching sound occurred with each thrust.
    “Ah, Leo,” she breathed just as her climax hit. It coursed through her, bringing exquisite pleasure.
    “Merrie!” He gasped just as he surged against her, shuddering his release.
    After a moment, he relaxed and tucked her sweaty body against him. She could feel both their hearts beating frantically. He took off the used condom and tossed it in the wastebasket next to his bed.
    “Will you sleep with me?”
    “Of course,” she answered drowsily. “I wish Braden was here too.”
    Leo didn’t answer as she drifted off to sleep.
     

Chapter Thirteen
     
     
     
    Braden left the house before dawn, wanting to get as far away from Merrie and Leo as possible. Damn if he hadn’t been right about her being fickle, and even though he should have felt a small amount of vindication, hurt battered his heart. He’d had to listen to them last night and the memories of how Merrie had come apart in his arms, how tight her pussy had been around his dick, had crashed over him painfully.
    To know that she’d gotten over him so quickly, that she’d turned her back so easily on him, cut him to the core and he tried to shake that off. He had no reason to feel such betrayal because he was the one who’d backed off. He was the one who’d given Leo the go-ahead.
    He drove to the barn and parked, wishing it was as easy to turn off his thoughts. He planned to ride all day so he wouldn’t bump into either of them. Braden greeted his ranch hand, who had just begun to clean the stalls. Usually he’d help, but today he couldn’t. He needed to be out on the range, away from everyone.
    He saddled his horse and mounted, then galloped off toward the eastern fields so he could check on the other horses. Crisp morning air filled his lungs and it helped settle his mind. How was he going to live with Merrie and Leo, who were now together? He felt sure he’d be able to bury his emotions deep but that didn’t mean he wanted to be slapped upside the head each time he saw her—or saw them together.
    Of course, it was just a matter of time before Merrie headed to Cheyenne, back to the life that she really wanted. Friends, parties, men her own age—how could she not want all that? She was only twenty-three with her whole life in front of her. Once she got bored of ranch life, she’d be gone.
    Just like Samantha.
    Through the day, he checked his horses, ate a power bar at lunch and enjoyed the solitude that only wide-open spaces could allow. And he almost forgot about what had driven him out here to begin with. When twilight began to fall, he reined in toward the barn. He dismounted about half a mile away and walked his mount to cool him down. He spent a couple more hours finding odd jobs to do—anything to keep him from going back to the house.