Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
“Why don’t we go and sit by the lake to share it, then,” Dylan suggested, taking the cooler from her fingers.
Ford agreed. “That’s a good idea.”
That short walk and getting away from the bunkhouse might help blow out the rest of the clinging bad memories of her husband falling off a roof and breaking his neck.
While it had been quick and she was assured he didn’t suffer, everyone he left behind sure did.
Dylan offered Erin his empty hand and when she took it, he intertwined their fingers. Ford stepped up to her other side, took that hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
Then she walked hand in hand with her two men over to the beautiful lake to share their delicious lunch and soak in some of the warm sunshine. They spent their lunch talking about the future and ignoring the past.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Ford was normally a heavy sleeper, but to think he wouldn’t wake up with what was happening next to him was laughable.
Or maybe they did it on purpose.
Either way, the bed rocking, along with Erin’s moans, groans and gasps, as well as Dylan’s grunts as he pounded his cock into her, was enough to wake the dead.
He glanced over at the clock to see it was still a couple of hours away from sunrise. Since all three of them had the day off, they had a private trail ride scheduled for later that morning.
Only, someone decided to go for a ride earlier than planned.
After sliding up the heavy-duty headboard into a seated position, Ford shoved the covers off his lap, circled his erection with a tight grip and milked his cock from root to tip.
Erin, flat on her back, was being fucked missionary style. With her legs wrapped around Dylan’s hips, she met him thrust for thrust. Her nails raking down his back left behind scratches deep enough to see in the faint light. At the same time, Dylan had his lips latched around her nipple, pulling it deep.
Erin threw her head back and gasped when Dylan’s jaw shifted. Ford easily figured out what he was doing since Ford had done it plenty of times himself. His teeth were scissoring the tip of her nipple. Erin loved it when it was done with the right amount of pressure. Based on the ecstasy filling her face, Dylan must have figured out what that perfect amount was.
Ford should join in, but he was actually enjoying the show. What was happening in the early hours of the morning wasn’t atypical. They had sex with each other individually, as well as when all three were involved, and it could happen any time of the day or night. If one of their triad was in the mood, they could always find at least one other, if not both, eager to play.
The openness and variety within their budding relationship made Ford pleased with the arrangement.
Sometimes one watched as two of them fucked. Like right now. And sometimes two of them watched the third masturbating.
For a couple of nights, they went as far as finding a resort guest willing to join them. They only let one man fuck Erin—wearing a condom, of course—before they decided that neither could tolerate it. Ford and Dylan quickly discovered they had a limit to sharing her, even though she didn’t seem to have any issue when it came to sharing her men.
On another night, they invited a male guest to play with them in their favorite playroom, the impact room. Dylan and Ford took turns turning that man’s ass so red that the next morning during breakfast service, he still couldn’t sit down.
That was a fun night. Ford had used a tawse on the man and didn’t have to hold back as much as he normally did when he used it on Erin. When Ford got around to finally fucking the guest, the man’s ass was on fire. Amazingly enough, he still begged for more.
Unfortunately, at the time, Ford had been at his own breaking point. Especially since in the same room, Erin was bound to the St. Andrew’s cross, facing away from them. Dylan was using a braided loop cable slapper on her, a new toy—and soon to be in his top ten favorites—that packed a punch. The leather was braided in a loop around a metal cable and, with the right touch, left such delicious marks on the person receiving the strikes.
At the time, watching Dylan work her and hearing her ecstatic reaction to each blow almost made him lose it. Add in the fact, once she was quivering and dripping down her own thighs, Dylan removed the plug from her ass and replaced it with his cock.
This all resulted in a memory Ford wouldn’t soon forget.
He doubted the resort guest would forget it, either.
His grip tightened on his erection as he continued to tug. Cupping his balls with his free hand, he squeezed them to the edge of pain.