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  As Blake rubbed her, Mac cupped her face and rocked his hips, his growl of pleasure scaring a flock of birds in a nearby tree and sending them into flight.

  Ignoring the squawks around her, she stayed between Mac’s legs, running her tongue along the length of him, wanting to give him the same pleasure he’d given her. She sucked at the tangy fluid dripping from the slit, eager to taste more of him. He pumped into her mouth, his thumbs gently brushing her cheeks. She grew slicker between her thighs, needing desperately to be filled.

  “You are so fucking hot,” Blake said, as he dipped his fingers into her, helping to remedy the bone-deep longing pulling at her. She moaned around a mouthful of cock and caught another silent exchange between Mac and his friend. Before she realized what was happening, she heard Blake release his zipper. Mac pulled his cock from her mouth, and a moment later, he gripped her shoulders and pulled her up.

  “I want to be inside you when I come,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her mouth. She licked her lips and nodded, eager to feel his huge cock inside her. Mac gestured beyond her shoulder to Blake, who was still kneeling. “Now get back down on your knees and take Blake into your mouth while I fuck you properly.”

  She let loose a breathy moan, lust stealing almost every ounce of her strength as she thought about Mac fucking her while she sucked Blake.

  “I take it you like that idea?” Mac asked, grinning as he brushed his thumbs over her nipples.

  Before she could answer, Blake dragged her down, turning her until she faced him. He flattened himself out on his back and pulled her over him until her breasts were pressed against his chest. He pushed on her shoulders, and she slid down, until her mouth was aligned with his cock. Mac gripped her hips, positioning her onto all fours.

  “Jesus Christ,” Mac said as she opened her body to him.

  Mac rubbed his hand over her body, and after she listened to him sheathe himself, she wiggled until she could feel him breach her opening. She stole a glance at Blake before she took him into her mouth. He growled and powered his hips upward at the same time Mac drove into her. Three bodies came together as one, each giving and taking, sharing openly and honestly as they rocked her vanilla world. Good God, she’d never experienced anything quite so hedonistic, so incredibly passionate and real, in her entire life.

  Even though she swore she wasn’t going to get emotionally involved, her heart squeezed, knowing Mac had purposely set this scenario up for her. Truthfully, even though there had always been another side of her, one that wanted to explore numerous fantasies, she couldn’t quite believe how far she’d come since stepping foot off the plane. But knowing she was under Mac’s care, that he was there to watch over her as he guided her on her journey of self-discovery, filled her with a new kind of freedom.

  She licked Blake’s cock and cried Mac’s name as he pounded into her with hot, hard strokes that stole the air from her lungs. He slowed long enough for her to catch her breath, easy, measured strokes that soothed as well as excited, then suddenly pulled back to the tip and sank balls-deep. Tension grew in her body as Mac and Blake fulfilled one of her deepest, darkest desires, but she didn’t want to climax, didn’t want this moment to ever end.

  “I’m right there,” Blake said, his voice like a rough caress as he gripped her hair. His cock thickened in her mouth, and she pulled back, letting him release on her breasts.

  Mac growled, his fingers tightening on her hips. She knew he was close, nearing the breaking point but purposefully holding back. He was waiting for her.

  He pumped harder, and heat suffused her body. As he drove her higher and higher, he angled his hips for deeper thrusts. Mac’s hand slipped between their bodies, the rough pad of his fingers rubbing her clit.

  “Oh, my God! Yessss…” Her breath grew shallow, and she leaned forward, pressing Blake’s cock between her breasts as she tumbled over the edge of ecstasy. Blinding pleasure raced through her, and Blake wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as she rode out the pulsating waves.

  “Son of a bitch!” Mac’s forehead fell between her shoulders, his breath hot against her sweat-slicked flesh.

  Her muscles continued to clench around Mac’s cock and she exhaled a whimper of relief as her body trembled in bliss. He slid his palm over her, spread his fingers, and rubbed them over the lips of her pussy, wringing one last spasm from her aching core and another cry of pleasure from her lips. He stilled inside her. A moan of pleasure erupted from deep within his chest, filling her as he let go.

  He completely collapsed on top of her, his hands circling her waist to hold on tight. She reveled in the feel of his weight holding her down, and thought about how nice it felt to be held by him.

  “Sweetheart,” Mac murmured into her ear. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

  Her heart took that moment to tighten, because being with him like this was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. It was true—Mac was the kind of guy every girl wanted, and she was no exception, which had her realizing that when he got bored and this sexual adventure was over, walking away was going to be harder than she ever anticipated.

  Chapter Seven

  When Mac finally got his breathing under control, he inched back, gripped Jess by the waist, and eased his cock out of her. He lifted her to her feet, the intimacy in what they’d just done creating a deeper bond between them. One he had a feeling she understood every bit as much as he did.

  He offered her an apologetic grin and said, “Ah, sorry about interrupting your stretches.”

  She nibbled her bottom lip, a sexy grin on her mouth. “I’m pretty sure what we did here was better than any workout.”

  “Still,” he said as he brushed his thumb over her flushed cheeks, soaking in her beauty. “If you want to finish, I’d love to join you.”

  She tucked her hair behind her ears. “I think I had enough of a workout,” she murmured.

  He looked past Jess’s shoulder to see Blake climb back into his pants. Mac gave a curt nod to his friend, and when he returned it, Jess spun to face the other man. Mac pulled her closer against him as Blake finished dressing. The other man fastened his belt, and then put his hands on Jess’s shoulders. Even though they’d just shared her, possession raced through Mac and he tried not to flinch as Blake dropped a kiss onto her forehead.

  He glanced at Mac. “I can see why you’d never want to let this one get away,” he said. “She’s special.” He cocked his head, a warm smile on his face when he continued with, “And the pleasure was all mine.” He drove a blade of grass between his lips and walked away, leaving Mac alone with Jess.

  A frown pulled at her lips when she turned back to him, and he nudged her chin. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

  “You told Blake I was special?”

  “Sure. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

  Surprise moved over her face. “Oh.”

  “Come on.” He grabbed her hand.

  “Where we going now?”

  “To shower,” he said. He cast her a devious glance. “Then we have lots of time to play before I have to attend to my ranch duties.”

  She arched a questioning brow, but he didn’t bother to explain that later, he’d be teaching a crowd how to make a lasso and hog-tie cattle and that he planned to use her as his student. Since she wasn’t one for loud crowds, he felt it was best to keep his plan under wraps for the time being. No need in scaring her off.

  A warm, comfortable silence fell over them as Mac captured her hand and walked her back to her room for a shower. They stepped inside her suite, and after washing each other under the warm spray, he wrapped her in a towel and said, “How would you like to grab some climbing gear and take a different way up the mountain?

  “I would love that.”

  “We can have breakfast at the top.”

  Her towel dropped an inch to expose her cleavage. “How is it you always seem to know what I’m thinking?”

  Instead of answering, his glance moved over the lus
h swell of her breasts. He tamped down his swelling cock and slapped her bare ass. “Ahh, you’d better get dressed or we’ll never get out of here.”

  She yelped and hurried into a fresh set of clothes. Thirty minutes later, after arranging for another picnic breakfast and gathering his climbing gear, Mac guided her toward the smallest, safest mountain. Since she’d never rock climbed before, Mac hooked her to the safety gear and gave her a run-through. He took the lead, and she followed from behind. He glanced over his shoulder, keeping a close eye on her progress, pleased to see her lovely face in concentration as she followed his instructions to a T. They made better progress than he expected, and before he knew it, they were standing at the peak. His chest swelled when he took in the smile on her face. He loved seeing her so happy.

  “Thank you for bringing me here.” She breathed in the air and looked at the ranch in the distance. “It’s so beautiful.”

  “So are you,” Mac said, coming up behind her. He slipped his arm around her waist, and she exhaled slowly.

  “I love it here,” she whispered, pointing to the ground. “Right here, this very spot. I never want to leave.”

  He spun her around to face him. “Maybe you’d like to stay longer.”

  When she frowned and looked down, his stomach tightened. He put his hand under her chin and lifted it. “What is it? What aren’t you telling me?”

  “I just…I don’t want to talk about it.”

  “Hey, it’s me. You can tell me anything.”

  Her lashes fluttered rapidly. “I know.”

  “So tell me.”

  “It’s just… the thoughts of going back…to my studio.”

  “You’re not happy there?”

  “No, just the opposite. I love it there, but my business is failing. I don’t have the marketing skill you do, and if I can’t figure out how to bring in more clients, I’ll have to close the doors.”

  “Let me help.”

  She shook her head quickly. “No, I didn’t mean… I’m not telling you this because… Please don’t think…”

  “You know what I think?” he whispered. “Maybe the food can wait a little longer.”

  “I like the way you think,” she murmured as his mouth closed over hers.

  After another round of lovemaking and breakfast on the hilltop, Jess found herself standing outside a dusty sheep pen alongside other guests at the ranch while Mac walked the outer edge with a rope, teaching all the onlookers how to make a lasso. As she watched him loop the rope, a shiver moved through her, her thoughts traveling back to earlier that morning. She couldn’t help but wonder if that was the same rope he’d used to tie her up.

  As she reminisced about all the naughty things he and Blake had done to her, he proceeded to spin the rope in the air, enthralling the crowd with his cowboy tricks as the sheep grazed at the far end of the pen. A noise sounded from behind her, and she looked over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of Jag, his powerful legs wrapped around a huge black stallion. Behind him, she spotted Alix, one of the other girls who boarded the small plane with her and Julia, and a few other ranch guests. Jess could only assume Jag’s afternoon chore was to give horseback riding lessons. Even though she’d never been on a horse, she’d love to try it out. Perhaps she’d ask Mac to give her a private lesson later on in the week.

  She turned her attention back to Mac. As she watched him look over the crowd, it became glaringly apparent that people were drawn to him because of his honesty, openness, and enthusiastic personality. Even though he was currently putting on a show, he seemed genuine, like he really cared about the people under his charge. His sincerity came out in his actions, the way he spoke and the way he listened. Her thoughts turned to her business, and she knew she could definitely learn a thing or two about engaging clients enough to come back to the studio simply from watching him. But their time was ending soon…

  Beside her, the two women who’d been with Blake earlier started giggling and talking quietly about Mac as he walked around the roping pen to showcase his lasso skills. Jess tried to concentrate, but the women beside her continued to chat quietly, making remarks about Mac’s hard body and how they’d like to be the ones roped and tied by the sexy ranch owner.

  A knot tightened in Jess’s stomach, and she felt an unwise pang of jealousy. She and Mac might have been indulging in each other sexually, but the vivacious women in the short shorts and low-cut halter-tops were probably the types he’d usually gone for in the past. He’d said he kept up with her, but she’d seen him in some of the newspapers and on television at various charity events. He always had a supermodel-pretty woman on his arm. A wild guy like him could resist that kind of temptation for only so long. And when he did, she’d be a thing of the past. She swallowed the knot in her throat and reminded herself that she didn’t want more, anyway.

  Keep telling yourself that; you might believe it in a year or so. No. The last thing she wanted was to end up alone and lonely like her mother. This week was simply about freeing herself sexually.

  I’ve certainly done that.

  Her thoughts were interrupted when Mac asked for a volunteer. The women beside her both started jumping up and down. Jess worked to shrink back into the crowd, but Mac would have none of that. He pointed to her, and before she knew what was happening, Blake had her by the elbow and was guiding her inside the pen.

  His smile was slow. “Looks like it’s your lucky day.”

  Butterflies swarmed in her stomach, but the second she looked into Mac’s eyes and he gave her a warm, reassuring smile, she found herself relaxing.

  Despite that, she whispered, “You’re so going to pay for this.”

  He grinned and exchanged a private look with her. “That’s what I’m counting on.”

  Returning to professional mode, he said in a sexy twang, “Okay, darlin’, you take the rope in your hand, swing ever so easy like this, then release it.” He tossed the rope, and it slipped around the neck of a sheep. He walked toward the animal, gathering the rope in a loop. He released it from the sheep’s neck and said, “And before you know it, you’ll be roping yourself some cattle.”

  Jess planted her feet in the dirt and followed his instruction, twirling the rope in the air, but when she let it go, it fell short of her target, catching nothing but a circle of dry soil. With stubborn determination, she tried again…and then again, dragging the rope through the dirt and soiling her hands and clothes as she collected it to try yet again. On her fifth turn, Mac tucked in behind her. He pressed his hard body to hers, making any sort of concentration impossible.

  “Like this, darlin’,” he murmured into her ear as he closed his hand over hers, showing her how to hold the rope. Was it actually necessary that he spoon up to her like this? She didn’t think so. Well, two could play that game. She wiggled her ass, a slight movement that only he’d be able to detect, and a low growl crawled out of his throat.

  “Cut it out,” he warned.

  “Or what?”

  Before he could answer, Blake called out to the crowd, inviting everyone into the pen to try their hands at roping. Mac inched back, and when the two girls who were whispering about him earlier stepped up and asked for his help, he turned his attention to them. She pushed down another twinge of jealousy. This was part of his chores. And she had no ownership of him.

  Jess took that time to slip from the arena, leaving him to his duties. As he entertained guests and worked to make their ranch experiences memorable, she remembered what Mac had said about extreme situations. As she mulled that over, thinking about the extreme measures he’d taken with her, she couldn’t help but wonder if he was still taking them with other guests. If Blake asked Mac to participate in something like they did on the mountain, would he? Oh boy, she was in trouble, because she didn’t like how that made her feel.

  Mac cast her a questioning glance; she smiled and made a motion indicating she was going for a drink, a half truth. While she was thirsty, what she really needed was a moment of reprieve
to get herself together and tamp down the jealousy eating at her. She needed to put some distance between them, think about what was happening to her, what she was feeling.

  Deciding to go on a self-directed tour, she walked around the saloon, enjoying a moment of quiet as she strolled past the pool toward the lake at the far end of the ranch. She took a moment of reflection, working to get her head on straight where Mac was concerned. She made her way inside the saloon and ordered an iced tea. Taking a seat by the window, she sipped on it and watched Mac twirl and toss a rope off in the distance. Laughter rose from the corral as Blake worked his magic, amusing the crowd. Jess’s thoughts drifted back to what happened among the three of them earlier that morning and how the two gorgeous men had thoroughly entertained her.

  But that’s all it was—entertainment.

  She sat there for a long time thinking, and eventually the door swung open again, but she didn’t need to turn to know it was Mac. Sexual energy arced between them like a pair of Tesla coils, alerting her to his presence long before she saw him. Her heart thundered, her body warming all over as he stepped up to her.

  The sexy grin he gave her when his eyes latched onto hers made her forget everything except this man and his ability to turn her inside out with a smile.

  Her glance moved over his clothes, which were also soiled from grass and dirt, and he reached out and brushed his thumb over her cheek, his look playful, sexy.

  “Hey, cowgirl,” he murmured, his slow, lazy grin like a seductive caress. “Why don’t you help me rustle up a bar of soap?”

  She tamped down her emotions and gave herself a hard lecture, reminding herself this was temporary. Right now was the time to make the most of every second she had left here, not dwell on how it was going to end.

  She climbed to her feet and followed him to the lodge. Instead of heading toward her suite, he led her in another direction. A few minutes later, she found herself inside his bedroom.

  He ushered her in, and a shiver moved down her spine when the lock clicked into place behind her. A strong hand slipped around her waist, and her body warmed as he pulled her close.