breath tortured the whorls of her ear. Slade’s fingers lifted her dress further and found the edge of her panties, then slid inside them. Jenna braced her hands against Mustang’s chest for support as Slade hit the spot she needed him to and her knees went weak.
Mustang broke the kiss. Breathing as fast as she was, he reached down and grabbed the bottom of her dress, already held up around her hips by Slade.
Mustang raised the garment slowly, up and over her head. “This needs to come off. I wanna see you, darlin’.”
She drew in a shaky breath as, somewhere past the haze of pleasure Slade was causing with just the tip of one finger on her clit, the typical female thoughts assaulted her. What would they think when they saw her naked? The little pooch that had recently appeared on her formerly flat belly drove her crazy. And would her breasts measure up to the perky eighteen year-olds’ she’d seen in the audience eyeing her two cowboys all night?
In spite of all that, Jenna didn’t protest Mustang’s undressing of her. She’d envisioned this moment, though the reality was way more intense than the fantasy had been back in the hotel room, when she’d chosen her nicest bra and underwear to wear tonight just in case.
Mustang let out a long, slow breath. “Damn. You are a sight.”
Jenna was sure that was true, in nothing but black cowboy boots, a black lace bra, and a pair of matching panties, which currently had Slade’s hand inside the front of them.
He’d taken a step back while Mustang slipped the dress over her head, but Slade had gone immediately back to work, in earnest now. He zeroed right back in and with incredible precision, Slade found the spot guaranteed to make her knees buckle with one sure stroke.
Jenna let out a gasp when his finger connected with her clit again. She leaned back against the hard wall of chest behind her, reaching one hand up to hold Slade’s head in place. She wanted to keep him from ever leaving that oh so sensitive spot on her neck his lips now tantalized while his hand tortured her down below.
As the roughened fingers of his one hand rolled the tip of her breast through the lace of her bra, Slade’s touch between her legs sped faster, harder, and Jenna’s heartbeat and breathing kept pace. She let her head loll back against him.
In front of her, Mustang trailed one finger tenderly down her cheek. She opened her eyes and saw him smile. “I’m going to enjoy watching you come, darlin’.”
Jenna didn’t have the opportunity or the wits to respond to that before he bent and pulled her panties down over her boots, all the way to her ankles. She somehow managed to step out of them without toppling over.
Aching to be filled, Jenna purposely left her legs further apart than they had been. As if he could sense what she needed, Mustang slid one finger into her quivering insides. He hit upon a spot that made Jenna’s breath catch in her throat, eliciting a feral groan on his part.
Mustang worked that spot relentlessly while at the same time her clit swelled in response to Slade’s ministrations. The combination of sensations nearly took her off her feet.
Slade’s free arm abandoned her breast and wrapped tightly around her just in time before she was in real danger of collapsing.
“Don’t worry. I’ve got you.” Slade’s voice close to her ear, so deep and gentle, sent her that one last step over the edge. He did have her. They both did. Inexplicably she trusted Slade, just as she trusted Mustang, so she let herself go, totally, for the first time in a long time.
As she struggled to keep her eyes open she noticed Mustang’s gaze never left her face. Slade’s mouth still roamed her neck as the spasms began deep inside her. Overwhelmed, she erupted.
Unable to control any part of her body any longer, her eyelids squeezed uncontrollably shut and she came, long, hard and loud, pressed between the two cowboys she’d met a mere twenty-four hours before.
Mustang broke the kiss. Breathing as fast as she was, he reached down and grabbed the bottom of her dress, already held up around her hips by Slade.
Mustang raised the garment slowly, up and over her head. “This needs to come off. I wanna see you, darlin’.”
She drew in a shaky breath as, somewhere past the haze of pleasure Slade was causing with just the tip of one finger on her clit, the typical female thoughts assaulted her. What would they think when they saw her naked? The little pooch that had recently appeared on her formerly flat belly drove her crazy. And would her breasts measure up to the perky eighteen year-olds’ she’d seen in the audience eyeing her two cowboys all night?
In spite of all that, Jenna didn’t protest Mustang’s undressing of her. She’d envisioned this moment, though the reality was way more intense than the fantasy had been back in the hotel room, when she’d chosen her nicest bra and underwear to wear tonight just in case.
Mustang let out a long, slow breath. “Damn. You are a sight.”
Jenna was sure that was true, in nothing but black cowboy boots, a black lace bra, and a pair of matching panties, which currently had Slade’s hand inside the front of them.
He’d taken a step back while Mustang slipped the dress over her head, but Slade had gone immediately back to work, in earnest now. He zeroed right back in and with incredible precision, Slade found the spot guaranteed to make her knees buckle with one sure stroke.
Jenna let out a gasp when his finger connected with her clit again. She leaned back against the hard wall of chest behind her, reaching one hand up to hold Slade’s head in place. She wanted to keep him from ever leaving that oh so sensitive spot on her neck his lips now tantalized while his hand tortured her down below.
As the roughened fingers of his one hand rolled the tip of her breast through the lace of her bra, Slade’s touch between her legs sped faster, harder, and Jenna’s heartbeat and breathing kept pace. She let her head loll back against him.
In front of her, Mustang trailed one finger tenderly down her cheek. She opened her eyes and saw him smile. “I’m going to enjoy watching you come, darlin’.”
Jenna didn’t have the opportunity or the wits to respond to that before he bent and pulled her panties down over her boots, all the way to her ankles. She somehow managed to step out of them without toppling over.
Aching to be filled, Jenna purposely left her legs further apart than they had been. As if he could sense what she needed, Mustang slid one finger into her quivering insides. He hit upon a spot that made Jenna’s breath catch in her throat, eliciting a feral groan on his part.
Mustang worked that spot relentlessly while at the same time her clit swelled in response to Slade’s ministrations. The combination of sensations nearly took her off her feet.
Slade’s free arm abandoned her breast and wrapped tightly around her just in time before she was in real danger of collapsing.
“Don’t worry. I’ve got you.” Slade’s voice close to her ear, so deep and gentle, sent her that one last step over the edge. He did have her. They both did. Inexplicably she trusted Slade, just as she trusted Mustang, so she let herself go, totally, for the first time in a long time.
As she struggled to keep her eyes open she noticed Mustang’s gaze never left her face. Slade’s mouth still roamed her neck as the spasms began deep inside her. Overwhelmed, she erupted.
Unable to control any part of her body any longer, her eyelids squeezed uncontrollably shut and she came, long, hard and loud, pressed between the two cowboys she’d met a mere twenty-four hours before.
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