The Private Stable [Iron Spur Ranch 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Stacey Espino Page B

dangerous information. It made her feel reliant on these two men to bring her the same satisfaction over and over again. One sample and she was addicted. How could she return to a life of celibacy now?
    Still, she was certain this one a one-time deal, whether she liked it or not. Men of Ethan’s and Wyatt’s caliber didn’t settle for anything less than perfection. So it was best to forget about orgasms and dreamy men and focus on why she’d come to the ranch in the first place. She had to start over, reinvent herself. To contemplate jumping back into something with little stability was a stupid move on her part, fuelled by insecurities and a desperate need for love and attention. The cowboys cast some sort of spell on her, making the world disappear, along with its consequences.
    Wyatt leaned down and tongued the shell of her ear, the echo of his breath soothing her as it canceled out all other sound. “You need to stop hiding yourself from me, sweet thing. If I say I want to see it all, you need to obey.”
    Obey? Why did the word turn her on rather than aggravate her? Comparing him to Jason was like apples to oranges. Wyatt attempted to peel her arms away from her chest and succeeded. Once she was exposed, he lowered his weight over her, keeping the majority propped on his forearms. He continued to kiss and nip her ear and the side of her neck, the intimacy making her spineless. Somehow Wyatt hit every erogenous zone, including ones she never knew existed. The pleasure lulled her back into submission, her tense muscles starting to unfold.
    “Good girl,” he praised. His words fueled her, as if they had the power to sustain her longer than food and water. “But too shy.”
    She glanced to the side of the bed. Ethan had completely undressed and now stood stroking his cock. It was huge and thick, a hard length of darkened flesh. He was so much larger than Jason, and the sight both intimidated and fascinated her. Did she dare to let him fuck her? Both of them?
    “I think it’s cute,” said Ethan, joining them on the bed. “I’m tired of loud-mouthed cowgirls.” She briefly felt his erection graze the side of her leg. Her pussy instantly flooded with warmth, the liquid heat leaking down the inside of her leg. How many times could she become aroused in one night? Her energy was returning as if she hadn’t just had the orgasm of a lifetime.
    “I’ll rid you of this shyness soon enough. But not tonight,” said Wyatt. He kissed her temple one time and then pulled off her body, the mattress rocking as he moved. “Let her have the blanket.”
    Ethan looked as confused as she felt. She was certain Wyatt was only after one thing, so why back down in the heat of the moment? Rachel hadn’t said no. Was she that repulsive that he couldn’t even go through with fucking her? She felt like a prized heifer under an array of spotlights. All Rachel wanted to do was coil into herself and become invisible. This is my fault.
    The cool descent of a sheet snapped her out of her dark thoughts. Ethan had covered her, and she was alone on the bed. “You best get some sleep. Work starts at first light around here.”
    Yeah, like I’ll be able to sleep with the two of you feet away.
    She’d just have to suck up her pride. She was used to men looking the other way and not paying her notice, so why did she care so much now? This was the first time she’d had a sexual experience outside of her long-term relationship with Jason, plus she was sinfully attracted to the two cowboys. It made perfect sense that she’d feel disappointed they were no longer interested. Or had she actually fallen for their charms and believed they were both genuinely attracted to her? For a twenty-eight-year-old woman she was more delusional than a psych-ward patient. Love took years to evolve, not hours or days.
    The lights went out. Rachel rolled to her side and secured the cool sheet around her body. It smelled masculine, like rich, spicy cologne. The