throat.
She grabbed his buttocks and held him as he came, his seed filling her mouth.
James rammed into her from behind, his body tensing, his thrusts harder and faster as he neared his own peak.
Dalton’s tongue flicked and stroked her clit to the same rhythm, Rosalyn’s body writhing and twisting in the sheets.
When her fingers dug into his hair, he knew she’d reached her climax, and he didn’t slow his assault until she cried out.
James slammed once more into her and held her hips in a grip so tight his knuckles turned white, then he pulled free, his seed spilling over her ass and onto the sheets.
The three of then lay in the bed, limp, their muscles and nerves raw and useless.
“What just happened?” James asked into the silence.
“I think I died and went to heaven,” Rosalyn said.
Something rumbled in Dalton’s chest, and before he knew it he was laughing out loud.
Rosalyn and James both frowned at first and then joined him.
She must have fallen asleep. When Rosalyn woke, the sun had risen and set again, and both James and Dalton had left her room. She lay naked, the scent of sex in the air, surprised she’d slept an entire day away.
Stretching across the bed, she smiled, her stomach rumbling. Making love with the two men had never been better. As her hands connected with the iron headboard, her breasts pebbled and her knees fell wide. She wanted more, but she knew she couldn’t play the men against each other. It wasn’t fair. They both wanted her, of that she was certain. James for keeps. Dalton? He’d once proposed to her. Did she dare to dream that he really meant it? And if he did, which man should she choose?
Her heart ached. James loved her enough to try to please her, making love to her rough the way she liked it. Even as he’d spanked her, Rosalyn knew James hated hurting her. It was against his nature to hurt a woman.
Dalton, on the other hand, had no qualms about spanking her. And he knew what was hurtful and what was play. Never in all the times they’d made love had he purposely injured her. He understood the limits and never crossed the line. Except when he’d broken her heart.
Rosalyn let go of the iron headboard and let her hands run down over her body, revisiting the places both James and Dalton had touched earlier. Her breasts were sensitive, the nipples beading immediately upon contact. Fingers sliding lower, she stroked herself where Dalton’s tongue had licked her clit. The little nubbin was still swollen, her pussy raw and deliciously aching. She wanted more.
Where had the men gone?
She sat up in the bed and looked around.
All evidence of their presence had been removed. Their clothing was gone, their hats and boots with them. Only the twisted sheets remained with the traces of their sex on them.
Rosalyn flopped back. What was she going to do? How could she choose? Did she want to?
Her hand rested on her belly, reminding her of Honor Braun high in the Colorado Rockies giving birth to a baby girl. She’d held the child in her arms and ached to hold one of her own.
Was that enough of a reason to choose James or Dalton? Would either of them make a good father?
Or should she leave now and find a more worthy man?
She shook her head. James would make a wonderful father. He was a kind, caring, man’s man, willing to fight for what was right and good. And he was gentle and treated her like a lady, even knowing her background.
Dalton, on the other hand, was a gambler. What kind of life would it be for a child to grow up with a gambler for a father? Would he continue his gambling ways and be a drifter on the river, or would he settle down and be happy doing an honest day’s work and rearing a passel of children with her?
Dare she risk her life and the future lives of their children on such a man as Dalton?
Rosalyn threw the sheets aside and stood. Who was she fooling? Dalton hadn’t come looking for her. She’d come looking for him. She shouldn’t entertain
She grabbed his buttocks and held him as he came, his seed filling her mouth.
James rammed into her from behind, his body tensing, his thrusts harder and faster as he neared his own peak.
Dalton’s tongue flicked and stroked her clit to the same rhythm, Rosalyn’s body writhing and twisting in the sheets.
When her fingers dug into his hair, he knew she’d reached her climax, and he didn’t slow his assault until she cried out.
James slammed once more into her and held her hips in a grip so tight his knuckles turned white, then he pulled free, his seed spilling over her ass and onto the sheets.
The three of then lay in the bed, limp, their muscles and nerves raw and useless.
“What just happened?” James asked into the silence.
“I think I died and went to heaven,” Rosalyn said.
Something rumbled in Dalton’s chest, and before he knew it he was laughing out loud.
Rosalyn and James both frowned at first and then joined him.
She must have fallen asleep. When Rosalyn woke, the sun had risen and set again, and both James and Dalton had left her room. She lay naked, the scent of sex in the air, surprised she’d slept an entire day away.
Stretching across the bed, she smiled, her stomach rumbling. Making love with the two men had never been better. As her hands connected with the iron headboard, her breasts pebbled and her knees fell wide. She wanted more, but she knew she couldn’t play the men against each other. It wasn’t fair. They both wanted her, of that she was certain. James for keeps. Dalton? He’d once proposed to her. Did she dare to dream that he really meant it? And if he did, which man should she choose?
Her heart ached. James loved her enough to try to please her, making love to her rough the way she liked it. Even as he’d spanked her, Rosalyn knew James hated hurting her. It was against his nature to hurt a woman.
Dalton, on the other hand, had no qualms about spanking her. And he knew what was hurtful and what was play. Never in all the times they’d made love had he purposely injured her. He understood the limits and never crossed the line. Except when he’d broken her heart.
Rosalyn let go of the iron headboard and let her hands run down over her body, revisiting the places both James and Dalton had touched earlier. Her breasts were sensitive, the nipples beading immediately upon contact. Fingers sliding lower, she stroked herself where Dalton’s tongue had licked her clit. The little nubbin was still swollen, her pussy raw and deliciously aching. She wanted more.
Where had the men gone?
She sat up in the bed and looked around.
All evidence of their presence had been removed. Their clothing was gone, their hats and boots with them. Only the twisted sheets remained with the traces of their sex on them.
Rosalyn flopped back. What was she going to do? How could she choose? Did she want to?
Her hand rested on her belly, reminding her of Honor Braun high in the Colorado Rockies giving birth to a baby girl. She’d held the child in her arms and ached to hold one of her own.
Was that enough of a reason to choose James or Dalton? Would either of them make a good father?
Or should she leave now and find a more worthy man?
She shook her head. James would make a wonderful father. He was a kind, caring, man’s man, willing to fight for what was right and good. And he was gentle and treated her like a lady, even knowing her background.
Dalton, on the other hand, was a gambler. What kind of life would it be for a child to grow up with a gambler for a father? Would he continue his gambling ways and be a drifter on the river, or would he settle down and be happy doing an honest day’s work and rearing a passel of children with her?
Dare she risk her life and the future lives of their children on such a man as Dalton?
Rosalyn threw the sheets aside and stood. Who was she fooling? Dalton hadn’t come looking for her. She’d come looking for him. She shouldn’t entertain
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