They’re relentless. They don’t stop. Not even after my second orgasm engulfs me like a tidal wave, or the third one leaves me boneless and shaking.
I’m drenched in sweat, lips swollen, thighs quaking, but I’m not finished. They’re not finished.
Sawyer withdraws slowly, gently, his lips pressing softly to the curve of my back. “You’re okay?”
I nod weakly, shattered. “Uh-huh.”
“On your knees,” Reid commands, guiding me down to the rug. He’s calm, but his voice holds that quiet authority I’ve come to crave. “Hands behind your back.”
I comply without hesitation, kneeling, palms pressed together behind me, chest heaving as I stare up at the three of them.
They look… dangerous. Magnificent. Ravenous. My core clenches involuntarily, aching for more.
My heart thunders.
I can’t believe this is happening. This is wild, insane, crazy—but in the best way possible.
I never want it to end.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Reid
The ranch feels different today.A bit off. Maybe it’s the way the sky’s hanging on to that gray, overcast weight.
Or maybe it’s just me trying to focus on anything other than what happened last night.
Because I don’t know if Clint and Sawyer are ready to discuss it yet. Much as I’m desperate to get it all off my chest.
Clint’s voice cuts through my thoughts.
“Fire?” I stare at Clint in shock. “Did you just sayfire?”
“Call the fire department.”
Shit.
I pull out my phone, hands shaky as I run after Clint along the edge of the north pasture, my boots pounding against the earth in a race to beat my heart.
I can barely see the damn numbers through the panic setting in. I press the call button anyway.
“Yeah, it’s Reid Stone,” I say quickly. “We’ve got a barn fire at High Ridge Ranch. It’s bad. Get here now.”
The dispatcher reassures me they’re on their way, but I don’t trust anything right now.
The smoke hits me before we even reach the barn, and when it does, my lungs tighten with a mix of fear and frustration.
The once-proud red barn—hell, the heart of the place—has flames licking around the bottom of it. The stench of burning wood and hay stabs into my nose, and I’m already thinking of everything in there that’s going to be lost.
I don’t even register the heat at first. My mind’s already screaming at me about the damage, about how we’re already stretched too thin to deal with this shit.
“Who the hell would do something like this?” Clint breaks into my thoughts as he pushes through the gate to the barn, his movements sharp.
I catch up to him, wiping the sweat that’s forming on my forehead. “This is bad, Clint.”
“We need to get the horses somewhere safe.”
My brain goes into overdrive as I scan the area. The flames are climbing higher, curling around the wood like a beast coming to devour everything we’ve worked for.
