Unridden: A Studs in Spurs novel by Cat Johnson

heat. She was so aroused at this point if he even touched her she would come right there on the spot. This cowboy ten years her junior, most likely a player who had a different girl in his bed each night, knew more about not just sex but sensuality than she did.
    She glanced over to where Slade still silently watched them, glass in hand, a tempting erection clearly outlined in his jeans. Jenna swallowed hard and looked back at Mustang as he spoke to her again.
    “Now your turn, darlin’. Close your eyes.”
    Jenna frowned. “You were allowed to keep your eyes open.”
    Mustang grinned down at her from so close his impressive erection pressed into her hip. Judging by the physical evidence, it seemed the arousal was equally spread all around among the three of them.
    As she fought the urge to reach down and touch Mustang and feel what had inspired his name for herself, he nodded his head. “Yes, I did keep my eyes open, but I’m better at this than you are. You need all the help you can get. You can skip the sight part and just do the other senses. Now, eyes closed.”
    With a scowl, Jenna let her lids shut. Mustang’s hand moved from her arm for a moment, then returned, right before a second hard body pressed close against her back and another pair of arms slid around to envelop her from behind.
    Slade. He laid two large hands firmly upon her body, pressing one very low over her quivering stomach, and the other slightly higher, just below her breast.
    “What do you feel, darlin’?” Mustang whispered, his breath warming her throat where it touched even as a shiver ran through her.
    Heart pounding, Jenna took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I can feel your breath, warm against my skin, tickling my throat.”
    Jenna sensed Mustang smile. “Good. What else?”
    “I can feel Slade’s heart beating against my back. He smells like a mix of whisky and something else, something fresh and clean. It’s either soap or deodorant, maybe, but it’s nice. And I feel him…his…you know…pressing into me.”
    Slade drew in a sharp breath. She’d give anything to reach back and touch him. All of him. Jenna satisfied herself with laying her one hand over his and, making the boldest move she’d ever taken, guided it up and over her breast. He released a shaky burst of air, then Mustang’s voice interrupted her thoughts.
    “What else, darlin’?” Mustang continued.
    This is it. Now or never. Jenna took the plunge and let one hand stray down between them, pausing in the vicinity of his erection.
    “I can feel you against my hip. You’re hard…” she swallowed, then continued, “and big.” Not circus freak big, which is kind of what she had been afraid of when contemplating this threesome, but definitely bigger than the average man.
    Mustang’s deep laugh vibrated through her, as did his voice, low and husky as his mouth hovered near her face. “Ah, darlin’, you are right about that. I am both. Very. You think you can handle it?”
    “Please. I’m not one of your eighteen-year-olds. I’ve got toys under my bed bigger than you.” Jenna put on an exaggerated scowl, playing with him.
    Mustang’s deep chuckle reverberated through them both. “Good to hear, darlin’.”
    Torn between leaning into Mustang or back against Slade, she let out a satisfied groan when they both pressed closer to her.
    She opened her eyes again just as Mustang’s mouth was upon hers, his tongue taking no time to breach her lips. Jenna welcomed the kiss, then let her hand roam where it had wanted to go before, all the way down to trace the tempting outline of him within his jeans while he pressed hard against her.
    Behind her, Slade’s hands set in motion. While the one that cupped her breast began to work the now hardened nipple through the fabric of her dress, the other headed in the opposite direction, down to lift the hem of her dress and stroke the bare skin of her thigh.
    As Mustang’s mouth consumed hers, Slade’s warm