HER STOMACH TURNED OVER. On the one hand, it did funny things to her, the idea of three sexy as hell men claiming her as their woman, but on the other hand, it could be awkward as hell.
"You'll get used to it," he said.
She felt her cheek warming again as another thought struck her. One she hadn't considered, but in light of their very different relationship, she wasn't sure.
She cleared her throat, wondering how to present such an awkward question.
Jimin sighed. "Just say it, Jennie. Whatever's on your mind. I don't bite."
She stared up at him, sure she was growing redder by the minute. "It's just that I wondered, that is I wasn't sure..." She took another steadying breath. "You won't want there to be others, right?"
His eyes darkened and a scowl twisted his features. "I'll kill any other man who touches you."
Her breath eased from her in relief.
He scrubbed a hand over his chin. "Jennie, just because we have a different situation, in that all three of us are fucking the same woman, it doesn't mean we're going to be sharing you with every man who crosses our path. You're ours. You belong to us, heart and soul, and if another man so much as looks at you, we'll rip off his dick and cram it down his throat."
She couldn't help it. She laughed. Then she sobered. "I hope you all aren't making a mistake," she said quietly.
He tipped up his Stetson to get a better look at her. "Are we making a mistake, Jennie?"
She flinched under his frank appraisal. "I don't want you to be making a mistake," she whispered. "I don't want any of this to be a mistake."
"Maybe you're rushing things," he said. "There's no hurry. We've got all the time in the world."
She drew comfort from his words. And maybe she had felt rushed. As if she should immediately feel right with the situation she found herself-no, that she chose to be-in. Relationships took time, even if she had a habit of hurling herself into them. It sounded as though they were more than willing to grant her time, and for that she was grateful.
She was surprised to see they were nearing the cabin again. She hadn't even paid attention to their ride, so deep in her thoughts she'd been.
They rode around to the back and stopped outside the barn. Jimin slid from his horse then held up a hand to help her down. She landed inches from him, his body heat reaching out and enveloping her. He smelled so damn sexy. Just like a man should. Of wood, leather and a hint of wildness.
She placed her hand on his hard chest, unable to resist the temptation. His heat seared her palm. He growled low in his throat.
"Let's get the horses in before I fuck you right here in the snow," he said.
Goose bumps assaulted every inch of her body. Her nipples tightened and streaks of pleasure burned between her legs at his explicit words.
Her hands shaking, she followed him into the barn. She watched as he groomed the horses. She imagined it was her his hands roamed over instead of the horse. Sweat beaded on her brow. She wanted him. Right here. Right now. And if she could gain the courage, what was to stop her from taking what she wanted?
Jennie's courage deserted her halfway to Jimin. As if sensing her approach, he turned around after locking the stall. He studied her for a moment.
"Did you want something?"
What a question. She swallowed. Then swallowed again.
"I want you," she said simply, it all coming out in a quick rush.
He flashed her a sexy, arrogant grin.
"Then come get me," he said, spreading his arms out in a gesture or surrender.
She trembled with nervousness, but she walked slowly toward him. Her gaze focused on the bulge in his jeans, the bulge that had grown larger with her announcement. She knew precisely what she wanted to do with it. She wanted to taste it again. Like she had done before.
With shaking hands, she reached out for the button of his jeans. She heard his quick intake of breath when she worked it free. She pulled the zipper down until she could see the band of his underwear.
"Take it out," she whispered. "I want to see you pull it out."
Somehow the image of him pulling his cock out of his pants excited her wildly. She wanted that image to come to life.
"Get on your knees," he rasped.
She hastily complied, and he reached into his pants and pulled out his erection. She reached up, wanting to touch it. She curled her hands around it. It was inches from her lips, straining, hard as a rock.
She flicked her tongue out and delicately swirled it around the broad head. He flinched and groaned then moved forward, seeking more of her mouth.
She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and guided him toward her lips. She let him rest on her lips for the merest of seconds before sucking him gently into her mouth.
"Ah damn, sweetheart. That's it. Take it all."
His hand tangled in her hair as he gripped the back of her neck. His hips surged forward as he thrust into her mouth.
She delighted in the contrast of soft, smooth skin and iron hardness. He tasted exotic, all male, like he smelled. Silky fluid spilled on her tongue as he surged to the back of her throat. She wanted more. She wanted to make him come. Make him as wild for her as she felt in his arms.
Soft sucking noises filled the barn. They sounded erotic to her ears and spurred her excitement. She drew him in then slid her mouth back down the length of him until the tip rested against her tongue.
"You're a temptress," he said hoarsely.
She smiled. She felt like a temptress. Gloried in it. She let his cock fall from her mouth and ran her tongue down the underside, following the thick vein down to his balls. She sucked one in her mouth, loving the way his entire body tightened. She lavished attention on the other, sucking and laving with her tongue.
"You have to stop," he choked out. "Or I'm gonna come."
She sat back on her heels and flashed him a wicked smile. "That's the point."
He hauled her up against him and slammed his mouth down over hers. Their tongues dueled. Their lips met in breathless gasps.
"Get your damn pants off," he demanded.
She wasted no time shucking first her boots and then her jeans. He reached down and ripped her underwear, the slight material tearing easily from her body. Before she could register what he was doing, he hoisted her up in his arms, spreading her legs around his waist.
In one hard plunge, he thrust deeply into her wetness. She cried out, the noise echoing over the barn. Her pussy convulsed around his cock, milking him, inviting him further.
He held her tightly with one arm and began yanking her coat off with the other. As soon as she was free, he wrapped both arms around her waist and began thrusting into her. She felt the denim of his jeans scratch at her ass as he worked his way further into her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and threw her head back in abandon.
"You are so fucking beautiful," he said tightly.
Buried deeply within her, he moved her back until she was firmly against the wall of the barn. Then he began to fuck her in earnest.
He kissed and sucked his way over her shoulder to her neck, and when he reached the delicate skin just below her ear, he sank his teeth in.
Her hands fisted in his hair. She wasn't gentle. But neither was he. She yanked his head from her neck and fused their lips together. She was hungry. Hungry for him and she couldn't get enough.
He fucked harder and harder, her back slamming against the wall. She didn't care. She wanted him deeper.
His hands crept downward, over the globes of her ass until he cupped both in his palms. He spread her wider to meet his thrusts. She felt his fingers feather across the tight entrance to her ass, and she tightened.
"Relax," he whispered against her ear.
Before she could react, he thrust one finger inside. She bucked against him, the tight pinch of pain nearly sending her over the edge into a mind-blowing orgasm.
Then another finger joined the first. His cock was wedged tight in her pussy, his fingers pressing into her ass. It was more than she could stand. He pulled back, and then slammed into her at the same time he pushed his fingers further into her tight opening.
She exploded at the seams.
"Oh God, don't stop now!" she wailed.
He held her up, supporting her in his strong arms as he fucked long, hard strokes. Thank God, because she would have completely wilted. Her body went flying into a million directions as her orgasm consumed her. She saw bright flashes of color then she squeezed her eyes shut, no longer able to bear the sensations.
"Oh God, baby, I'm coming," he shouted hoarsely in her ear.
She slumped forward onto his chest, her arms wrapping weakly around him as he flooded into her pussy. His hips bucked underneath her ass, his zipper pressing into the soft flesh of her backside.
She rested her face in his neck, her breath coming in gasps. His arms wrapped around her, holding her close, his cock still buried deep inside her. They stood that way for several long moments until finally he pulled her face from his neck and kissed her gently.
"Can you stand?" he asked huskily as he lifted her slightly so that his cock fell free.
She nodded, though she was altogether unsure she could. He let her slide carefully down his body, holding onto her until he was sure she could support her weight.
He tucked his cock back into his pants and buttoned the fly back up. Then he reached for her, holding her against his chest. He rested his chin on top of her head, and they stood in silence.
As her body calmed, the chilly air blew across her exposed bottom half. She shivered in his arms and he pulled away. He hurried over to where her jeans lay in a heap on the ground and retrieved them.
She pulled them on then found herself just as quickly back in his arms. He bent his head and kissed her.
Thoroughly, leisurely. Slower than his usual hot as hell pace.
She sighed against his lips and sagged against his chest. She was as weak as a kitten, but completely sated.
"Let's get you back to the house," he said, his deep voice rumbling his chest against her cheek.