her. Damn was she delusional.
Spring managed to tiptoe out of the bedroom and suite undetected. She smiled to herself as she walked casually to the elevator. She knew she had that just-fucked look going on. Hell, she had on a man’s shirt, her damn near ruined leather pants, heels, and leather tote in her hand, and her hair was a frizzy mess. Bo had pulled it out of its ponytail during the night. He had explained that he wanted her hair in both his hands when he fucked her mouth. The way he had talked to her burned her body. She had never met a man like him. What she wouldn’t give for another night with him. She had never had so many orgasms in one night in her entire adult life. Yet he pulled them from her like it was nothing.
Spring couldn’t stop grinning when she stepped onto the empty elevator. Her body was aching. Good aches. She had never been fucked so well in her life. Would she be able to keep this stupid grin off of her face once her sisters arrived? Didn’t matter, her Las Vegas trip was turning out to be one to remember.
* * * *
“Hurry up, Spring, the elevator doors are opening!”
“Yeah, yeah, keep your panties on, girl. I’m coming!” Spring and her sisters were headed to breakfast, and she had taken too long to get dressed. She tried to find something that would cover up her passion mark, but finally decided against it. She would wear it like a battle scar.
Nothing had slipped by her sisters once they arrived. But they also realized Spring was beyond tight-lipped about who sucked her neck into oblivion and plastered that silly grin on her face. Eventually they gave up. They settled for teasing her instead. She knew her sisters would play their famous sit-and-wait game. And eventually, she would spill. She trotted down to the bank of elevators just as she heard her sister, Summer.
“There. Is. A. God. Come on, Spring. There are three hot cowboys holding the elevator for you!”
What in the world had gotten into her sister? She acted as if she had never seen men before. Hell, the men probably weren’t real cowboys anyway. Spring smiled and immediately shrugged. It was Vegas. Why the hell her sister was yelling down the hall so early in the morning was lost on Spring. But then again, nobody really slept in Vegas. They were there to have a good time, so she yelled back as she approached the elevator. “I’m coming, Summer. I can’t run in this dress…” Every word in the English dictionary was lost to Spring when she reached the elevator her sisters were waiting in.
She instantly knew why her three sisters had the dumbest grins on their faces. The three cowboys were hot. Their mutual overpowering and imposing presences filled the elevator to damn near capacity. Her eyes lingered a moment too long to go undetected by her detective-like sisters. Damn! Her body tingled like it knew who it belonged to when she caught Bo’s gaze.
There he stood with his Stetson on, snug T-shirt, low-rider faded jeans, and well-worn cowboy boots. The men flanking him were dressed in similar clothing. But Spring couldn’t take her eyes off of Bo. The man who had fucked the living daylights out of her only hours earlier. The sight of him made her nipples hard, and her pussy instantly flooded with her juices. What the hell?
Bo was flanked on either side by what had to be his brothers, the same men she had seen the night before. They stood against the back wall of the elevator. Cowboy hats low on their heads, but not low enough that she couldn’t see the identical pale sky-blue eyes. Her sisters stood in front of them. And all eyes were on Spring. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Could things be any more uncomfortable? The three men donned knowing smirks before their facial features were serious again. It took her sisters only moments to pick up on the obvious point that something was going on.
“Spring, get on the elevator. I’m hungry,” her baby sister, April, whined.
Spring thought that
Spring managed to tiptoe out of the bedroom and suite undetected. She smiled to herself as she walked casually to the elevator. She knew she had that just-fucked look going on. Hell, she had on a man’s shirt, her damn near ruined leather pants, heels, and leather tote in her hand, and her hair was a frizzy mess. Bo had pulled it out of its ponytail during the night. He had explained that he wanted her hair in both his hands when he fucked her mouth. The way he had talked to her burned her body. She had never met a man like him. What she wouldn’t give for another night with him. She had never had so many orgasms in one night in her entire adult life. Yet he pulled them from her like it was nothing.
Spring couldn’t stop grinning when she stepped onto the empty elevator. Her body was aching. Good aches. She had never been fucked so well in her life. Would she be able to keep this stupid grin off of her face once her sisters arrived? Didn’t matter, her Las Vegas trip was turning out to be one to remember.
* * * *
“Hurry up, Spring, the elevator doors are opening!”
“Yeah, yeah, keep your panties on, girl. I’m coming!” Spring and her sisters were headed to breakfast, and she had taken too long to get dressed. She tried to find something that would cover up her passion mark, but finally decided against it. She would wear it like a battle scar.
Nothing had slipped by her sisters once they arrived. But they also realized Spring was beyond tight-lipped about who sucked her neck into oblivion and plastered that silly grin on her face. Eventually they gave up. They settled for teasing her instead. She knew her sisters would play their famous sit-and-wait game. And eventually, she would spill. She trotted down to the bank of elevators just as she heard her sister, Summer.
“There. Is. A. God. Come on, Spring. There are three hot cowboys holding the elevator for you!”
What in the world had gotten into her sister? She acted as if she had never seen men before. Hell, the men probably weren’t real cowboys anyway. Spring smiled and immediately shrugged. It was Vegas. Why the hell her sister was yelling down the hall so early in the morning was lost on Spring. But then again, nobody really slept in Vegas. They were there to have a good time, so she yelled back as she approached the elevator. “I’m coming, Summer. I can’t run in this dress…” Every word in the English dictionary was lost to Spring when she reached the elevator her sisters were waiting in.
She instantly knew why her three sisters had the dumbest grins on their faces. The three cowboys were hot. Their mutual overpowering and imposing presences filled the elevator to damn near capacity. Her eyes lingered a moment too long to go undetected by her detective-like sisters. Damn! Her body tingled like it knew who it belonged to when she caught Bo’s gaze.
There he stood with his Stetson on, snug T-shirt, low-rider faded jeans, and well-worn cowboy boots. The men flanking him were dressed in similar clothing. But Spring couldn’t take her eyes off of Bo. The man who had fucked the living daylights out of her only hours earlier. The sight of him made her nipples hard, and her pussy instantly flooded with her juices. What the hell?
Bo was flanked on either side by what had to be his brothers, the same men she had seen the night before. They stood against the back wall of the elevator. Cowboy hats low on their heads, but not low enough that she couldn’t see the identical pale sky-blue eyes. Her sisters stood in front of them. And all eyes were on Spring. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Could things be any more uncomfortable? The three men donned knowing smirks before their facial features were serious again. It took her sisters only moments to pick up on the obvious point that something was going on.
“Spring, get on the elevator. I’m hungry,” her baby sister, April, whined.
Spring thought that
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