Page 183 of Dusty Spur Ranch Cowboys

The pressure builds until it’s almost unbearable, leaving me dizzy with how good it feels. Red takes his time, holding only the head of his cock against me as he stretches me and keeps me balanced on the edge until I’m writhing with the need for more.

Emmett keeps moving beneath me, working me with short, relentless thrusts that tease every raw nerve while Red’s hand stays around my throat, his grip shifting with every breath I take as though he’s measuring exactly how much more I can handle.

“Please,” I gasp, my words breaking apart. “Fuck… just… please.”

I don’t even know who I’m begging anymore. Maybe Emmett. Maybe Red. Maybe all three of them while Willy watches from the headboard, still breathing hard and streaked with sweat.

Red spits into his palm, slicks himself once more, and then pushes forward in one firm, measured stroke until he’s fully inside me. Heat flashes behind my closed eyes, bright enough to erase everything except the feeling of Red behind me and Emmett beneath me.

Every thought disappears beneath the force of it as Red drives into me from one side while Emmett fills me from the other, their bodies locking me between them until every inch of me feels stretched, held, and completely claimed.

I claw at Emmett’s shoulders, but my nails barely leave a mark. His skin is hot beneath my hands, damp with sweat, every muscle in his neck drawn tight as he looks up at me wearing that hungry grin that always appears when he watches me fall apart.

Red keeps moving with patient control, each inch of him working deeper while the hand at my throat holds me exactly where he wants me. He draws me back against him until the burn softens into overwhelming pleasure that I can only survive one ragged breath at a time.

The cry that tears out of me barely sounds human anymore. Red never loosens his hold, keeping me balanced between breathless anticipation and dizzy pleasure while Emmett’s hands grip my hips and pull me down onto him again and again until every muscle in my body trembles and the edges of my vision begin to blur.

I lose track of everything except the feeling of them. Time disappears until all that’s left is being filled, being taken, and the overwhelming force of it.

Emmett’s cock stays buried so deep inside me that I can’t imagine ever feeling empty again, while Red’s hips roll until the hard line of his pelvis presses into the curve of my ass.

A rough, wordless growl vibrates against my neck, and somewhere beneath it I hear myself begging them to keep going even though my body already feels stretched to its limit.

Emmett’s breathing turns uneven as his hands soften, leaving my hips to cradle my jaw instead. His thumbs sweep across my cheeks while he studies my face as though he doesn’t want to miss a single reaction.

“You’re perfect,” he grits.

The words hit me almost as hard as his cock pulsing inside me.

He brushes his mouth over my face, kissing away the tears before whispering, “Come for us, babe. I wanna feel you lose it.”

He drives into me harder, each thrust forcing another broken breath from my lungs while Red answers from behind with the same relentless pace, never giving me room to recover. The pressure keeps building until every muscle in my body locks tight, and then I break apart around them.

Pleasure tears through me in blinding waves so powerful they pull a sob from my throat as everything inside me clenches and releases at once.

The instant I come, Red sinks his teeth into the side of my neck hard enough to leave the skin throbbing beneath his mouth, and his body follows with long, powerful pulses that spill thick warmth through me and down my thighs onto Emmett’s lap.

He keeps coming in deep, ragged surges that match the violent peaks of my own orgasm until every ounce of strength drains from my body and I’m left shaking between them, held upright only by the way they’ve locked themselves around me.

Emmett keeps both hands on my face, his thumbs brushing tears, sweat, and spit across my skin while he watches me come apart with a wild, satisfied grin, looking every bit like a man who’s won exactly what he came for.

Then he buries his face against my neck as his rhythm finally breaks. His hips jerk once, twice, then still completely while he holds me against him, breathing hard enough that every exhale ghosts across my damp skin before he eases out with obvious reluctance.

I stay exactly where I am long after the room falls still, wrapped in their arms while our breathing gradually settles and the silence fills with the creak of the old mattress and the rain tapping against the roof.

My body is exhausted, marked, and aching in ways I’ll feel tomorrow, yet none of it matters as much as the way they hold me afterward, without hurry or hesitation, as though there’s nowhere else any of us would rather be.

That’s a feeling I might be getting used to.

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

Emmett

Tori pushes the signed agreement across the conference table before the lawyer, Linda, finishes explaining the final page.

The pen rolls toward the center of the scarred wood, and Tori reaches for her purse as though the only thing keeping her in the courthouse is the paperwork beneath Linda’s hand.

Linda checks the signature before looking up. “Once the judge approves this agreement, Emmett will have sole legal and physical custody. You’ll give up visitation, decision-making authority, and the right to receive information about Sadie’s schooling, medical care, or residence.”