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  This time was different, anyway. She was a married woman and expected to understand what happened with men and women. She wasn’t a virgin, and she hadn’t been touched in weeks.

  Orchid pressed even closer to Clint and licked his neck. The taste of salt and man flared in her head, dragging desire through her body in a fierce tide of craving. She rocked, lifting to her toes until she was completely, indecently, molded to Clint’s chest, torso and the swift-rising bulge between his legs.

  “Orchid—”

  “I’ve missed you so much.” She stroked her hand down his chest, not giving him the opportunity to deny her. She yanked at his belt buckle. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

  “Hold on, darlin’. You’re a married woman.”

  “In name only. He doesn’t want me.”

  “I know that ain’t true.” But Clint’s voice was strangled and strained as Orchid rubbed her hand over his dick. His trousers rasped her palm until even that sensation fed into her need.

  She lifted her mouth to his and claimed his lips. She gave him the kiss she’d always wished he’d given her—a kiss that Lowell had taught her long ago. She licked the closed seam of his mouth until Clint opened for her, then boldly entered with a slick thrust that made her pussy clench in anticipation.

  He resisted for just a moment, then surprise loosened his lips. He jerked when she took advantage but he groaned and kissed her back, taking control with a force that left Orchid’s knees watery. Clint’s arm hardened at her back, holding her up, pressing her to his chest until her rigid nipples pulsed with pleasure.

  Since she was relying on his strength already, Orchid let go of Clint’s shoulders and used both hands to wrestle open his belt and pants. Buttons releasing, the material sagged enough to let her push beneath. She caught his hard dick in her fingers, losing her breath at the feel of him—finally—and eager to bring all that thick, velvet flesh into her body, where he would fill her until there was no room left for any pain.

  With that thought driving her, Orchid nearly climbed Clint’s body. She returned one hand to his shoulder, gripping with a strength that surprised even her and hauled herself upward. Impatiently letting go of his cock, she wrenched at her skirts until she could wrap her legs around Clint’s waist.

  They both paused, gasping, when her bare pussy met his naked cock. Her wet folds pressed to his shaft and spread open in confirmation that he belonged there. Beneath her flesh, his pulsed, and his heart beat a subtle caress that made her clit tingle with need.

  Clint breathed over her mouth. His lashes lifted and fell, his chest swelled as if he would deny her but he didn’t. He turned and dropped to his knees, then lowered her to the ground. Once he was no longer supporting her weight, he tugged at the buttons of her bodice, then ripped at her chemise until her swollen breasts were bared to the evening air. Her nipples drew taut.

  He covered one with his mouth and Orchid cried out, writhing beneath him, slicking her cunt over his dick as her pussy leaked.

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  Lowell held his breath so the trembling leaves wouldn’t give him away. Orchid had fled—leaving him embarrassed in the middle of the road—but he also knew how hurt she was. There was only one place she would go when she was in such pain. With the sun sinking below the horizon, there were enough shadows to make him more cautious on the slope than usual.

  They hadn’t heard him approach.

  He’d watched as his wife threw herself at a man Lowell himself would have liked to embrace. He was more than happy to see his old friend, relieved and excited.

  Very excited. As Orchid captured Clint’s mouth, Lowell’s cock jerked. His balls pulsed while he saw her race her hands over their friend’s body. Suddenly, his dungarees seemed too confining, and, as Orchid released Clint’s buttons, so, too, did Lowell release his own.

  Clint bore Orchid to the ground and wrestled with her bodice until her breasts sprang free. She had beautiful breasts, small enough to fit in a man’s palm—or his mouth, which her lover did almost immediately. Lowell gritted his teeth against a groan as his friend’s lips closed around his wife’s nipple, cheeks moving with the force of his suction.

  Raw lust pounded through Lowell’s cock as his wife writhed. He couldn’t see what was happening under her skirt and too much material was in the way to get a decent idea, but he imagined Clint’s big cock running over Orchid’s folds, sliding in the honey pouring from her body. He knew how hot she was, how tight and eager and sensitive—and he’d neglected her needs because of his own pride. He’d wanted his wife to want him, without the burden of being compared to a man she hadn’t even had.

  But watching the couple before him brought an inflexible truth to Lowell’s heart. Orchid needed Clint—and maybe Lowell needed him around, too. Seeing them together was beyond exciting, and he’d gripped his cock before he knew it, stroking as the pair writhed, mentally picturing all the intimate things he couldn’t see. In that moment, Lowell knew the three of them were supposed to be together—he just had no idea how to make the other two realize it.

  So he waited. Crouched behind a bush, palming his dick while his best friend took his wife, Lowell bit his lip and let the couple see what could build between them. He gasped when they did, so attuned to their bodies even at that distance that his skin rippled and flinched every time one of their hands petted a new place. His fingers tightened every time Clint licked Orchid’s nipple.

  Lowell wanted to do that. He wanted to hold his wife’s arms high above her head and feast on her breasts while the other man rammed his thick cock into her pussy. He wanted to be there with them, with a front-row seat, as Clint pushed in so deep that Orchid lost her ability to make any sound at all, until his dick filled her completely, with rivulets of cum dripping from her pussy to coat her thighs.

  Then Lowell would move between her spread legs and sink into the hot mess Clint had left behind, and he’d make his wife scream with pleasure just as she was getting her breath back.

  Through his fantasies, Lowell saw the moment that Clint finally entered Orchid’s body. She stilled for a moment—a rolling undulation halted at its peak. Her head jerked, tipping back until her crown was pressing into the dirt, and Clint lunged forward. Orchid shook.

  So did Lowell. Gripping his shaft, he rotated his thumb over the tingling head, feeling the callouses on his hand in a whole new way. He remembered how soft Orchid’s pussy was, remembered how it clenched down on a man and wrung him out, how her juices flowed so readily between them, slicking his dick so that every drive deeper into her body was effortless and smooth. Nothing but pleasure.

  Clint surged and Orchid rose. Lowell stroked faster and faster. He tried to keep their time, but his anticipation was too great, his excitement too overwhelming. Pulling and tugging his flesh, his balls hammering, gritting his teeth and swallowing his grunt of pleasure, Lowell released into the screening bushes.

  His wife and her lover were too wrapped up in their own climaxes to heed him. Struggling to find breath, fighting for the coordination to fasten his clothes, Lowell left the riverbank on shaky legs, determined to be well away from that spot when the pair came back to themselves.

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  Clint’s stomach rolled. Unfortunately, his dick was hard again, pulsing with the remembered pleasure of being buried in Orchid’s tight, hot depths. He’d felt like he’d come home—except the guilt was tearing him apart.

  He looked at the little cabin where she stayed with her husband. Lowell was waiting for them in the last rays of the dying sun, a huge smile plastered across his mouth. Behind him, a candle burned in the window and the soft glow of a fire turned the glass pane pale orange.

  “Go inside, Orchid,” he urged.

  “I’ll stay.” She lifted her chin. “I don’t know what you’re going to do.”

  “Go inside,” he repeated.

  Trembling, her face devoid of color, she did as she was told, brushing past her
husband as if they were strangers, not even looking at him when he patted her shoulder. Lowell didn’t seem to notice. His gaze was glued to Clint’s face, and though his smile was wobbly, he was transparently happy to see him.

  “Lord, I missed you,” he announced.

  Clint grimaced. “I missed you, too.” Reluctantly, his entire body shuddering beneath the onslaught of shame, he accepted Lowell’s friendly embrace. The two men pounded each other on the back before Clint stepped away and nodded toward the cabin door. “She always that upset around you?”

  “Yup. She blames me for you leaving.” Lowell shrugged, not seeming to be put out at all by his wife’s feelings. “But you’re back now, so I’m sure it’ll get better.”

  “I’m not back. I’ve got to return to my new post. I’m just here to check on…something.”

  “On us?”

  Clint swallowed heavily. The hope in Lowell’s voice threw kindling on the fire of his current emotional chaos. “No, on that guy, Swift. You wrote about him, and I testified against a man by the same name not too long before I left Creek Bend. Just worried that a family member is out here causing trouble.”

  “Ah, you think he’s looking for you? Revenge?”

  “And I’m worried Orchid is caught up in it.”

  “Hmm.” Lowell tapped his chin. “Is that why you can hardly look at me? You think I’ll be angry at you for this? It’s not your fault if someone is seeking you out, Clint. You did your job as a US Marshal.”

  Clint’s stomach contracted into a tighter ball. “That’s not my worry right now.”

  “What’s wrong, then?”

  Breathing became much too difficult. Clint was a man who prided himself on doing the right thing and owning up to his mistakes. He supposed taking Orchid had been a mistake, though it hadn’t felt like it. He knew he had to tell Lowell—his best friend and her husband—what had happened, but damned if the words didn’t elude him.

  He turned and sat on the doorstep, then lowered his face into his hands. A moment later, Lowell gripped his shoulder, clutching in solidarity, offering a comfort Clint didn’t think he deserved.

  “Let me help you out,” Lowell said. “You fucked my wife.”

  “Jesus, my God,” Clint blurted. “I don’t know what’s come over me. I don’t how I could have done such a thing to you.”

  “You love her and she loves you. I understand.” His next words were low, some dark emotion thrumming through the whispered syllables. “I saw you.”

  The ragged edges of Clint’s guilt tore deeper into his conscience. He shook his head, still buried in his palms. “And still you smiled in welcome. Good God, you’re a better man than I am.”

  “Maybe not. I want to see you two again.”

  Slowly, Clint lifted his head and stared at Lowell. The man’s face was flushed. Excitement sparkled in his eyes. His lips were parted and his breathing seemed a touch too rapid.

  “What do you mean, Lowell?”

  “Remember that time that card sharp was in town and the saloon closed early for his private card game?”

  Clint nodded. “They asked me to sit in and watch for cheats.”

  “And I stayed with you.” Lowell’s face grew a bit redder. “Remember when those two men took after Dolly?”

  “You mean they took her. Together.” Clint sat up a bit straighter as the memory surged forth. The two travelers had fucked the whore right there on the table, both at the same time, in front of all and sundry.

  “I always wondered”—Lowell cleared his throat—“wondered what it would be like to share her.”

  “Her.” Clint looked toward the door, then studied Lowell’s face. “Orchid?”

  “Yeah. I love her. She loves you. I think we should…see what can happen between three people.”

  “You want to share your wife with me?” Incredulous, but hopeful, Clint felt lightheaded as his guilt morphed into relief—and a lust so raw and hot it burned him down to his soul.

  Lowell’s jaw hardened. “I want you to fuck her again. I want to watch. I want to suck her titties while you pound into her pussy and, after you come all over her, I want slide into her wet cunt and fill her again.”

  Clint’s cock, hardly deflated since his stolen moment with Orchid a short time ago, immediately lengthened. Full to bursting, his pants entirely too confining, he barely made it to his feet. “Well, if you’re sure…”

  Lowell grinned. “Let’s go put it to Orchid.”

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  Orchid looked between the two men. She ignored the glint in her husband’s eye, unsure if it meant he was angry or not. Lately, it had been hard to tell the difference. Instead, she focused on Clint’s expression, unsurprised to see that the guilt that had put strained lines around his mouth were gone.

  It was what she feared. All the way home from the riverbank, she’d been afraid that Clint would confess to Lowell, and when they’d arrived to find her husband waiting outside, Orchid had known what would happen. She’d tried to stop it, but Clint had sent her into the house.

  The only thing for her to do was lift her chin and take responsibility for her actions. Either Lowell wouldn’t care or he’d forgive her, as he’d done every time she’d acted out in the past few months, though she did worry she’d gone too far on this occasion.

  Lowell walked around her to stand at her back. She didn’t bother to turn. She simply held Clint’s gaze, watching carefully for any clue to her husband’s mood. There was little to glean from the other man, though his eyes looked brighter than she’d ever seen.

  Suddenly, Lowell grabbed her wrists. Orchid gasped as he yanked her arms behind her back and secured both of her hands in one of his. She tugged against his hold, but Lowell was too strong—all those years of working with horses, handling their reins as they bucked and jumped for freedom.

  Orchid’s back arched slightly with the pull on her arms. Worried, she stared at Clint, but his gaze was tracking over her body. God help her, she felt the slide of his eyes like a physical touch, trailing prickly heat lower down her body, then back up to pluck at her nipples. Her breathing turned shallow and she bit her lips, hoping her husband didn’t notice her response.

  “You’re thinking about him, Orchid?” Lowell not only noticed her reaction, but taunted her for it. Dragging her skirt up her legs with one hand, he bit her earlobe and whispered, “Can’t wait to feel his cock sliding into your hot pussy one more time, huh?”

  “Lowell, please.” She hated how shaky her voice was, but it was so hard to make it firm while guilt was beginning to squeeze her heart and lust was snatching at her clit. Her husband tracking his finger up her inner thigh didn’t help.

  “Please, what?” he asked.

  “Why are you doing this? You want to punish me?”

  He tightened his hand on her wrists. “I want to pleasure you. I only want you to be happy, Orchid.”

  Something in his tone made her nervous. “What do you think will make me happy?”

  “Fucking Clint.” Again, Lowell bit her ear. “But what will make me happy is seeing you two, then taking my turn.”

  She stilled under a nervousness that was all but paralyzing. Is he mocking me? Has he guessed my most secret desire?

  “You don’t want me,” Orchid gasped. “You haven’t touched me since—”

  Her husband found her clit and the sensation penetrated deeper than it should have for such a simple touch, rocketing high enough to still her words. Lowell circled and tugged the peak, his fingers catching slightly in the residue left over from just a little while ago when Clint had pulled out of her body and spewed his pleasure over her skin. The memory, along with Lowell’s caress, had Orchid jerking in need, writhing up to her toes in a vain attempt to make her husband rub her harder.

  “I haven’t been with you since you made it clear that you missed Clint too much to be comfortable in my bed,” he whispered. “That problem is now fixed, isn’t it? He’s here—and at your service.”


  The man in question stood before her boldly, legs spread and hands on his hips. She couldn’t help but glance down to where Clint’s erection strained the fastenings of his trousers. Peeking up at his face, she noted that he watched Lowell’s fingers, though they were hidden by the fabric of her skirt.

  As if he knew what she was thinking, Clint reached for the material and hiked it up, revealing exactly what her husband’s hand was doing. Clint made a rough noise and licked his lower lip. Lowell flicked Orchid’s clit.

  “I want to see your fingers disappear into her pussy,” Clint muttered.

  Lowell immediately did as requested. Part of Orchid’s mind boggled at the very idea of both these men looking at her, orchestrating her pleasure and theirs simultaneously. Another part of her thrilled to the concept, which was both novel and necessary. These men, these men, together, at the same time.

  It seemed so right.

  Clint unfastened his pants. His big dick sprang free and he caught it, stroking while he saw Lowell thrust deeper, then retreat. Her husband pulled all the way back and spread his fingers between her wet folds so that she was wholly exposed. Clint stepped forward and notched his cock’s head right at her entrance.

  “Is this what you want?” he asked her. “Both of us?”

  She didn’t hesitate. She tipped her head back to rest on her husband’s shoulder and lifted her leg to her lover’s thigh. “Yes.”

  “The bed,” Lowell groaned. “I want to watch.”

  The cabin was just a single large room. The bed was tucked into the corner, no more than ten steps away. Halfway there, Clint toed off his boots and shucked his pants and shirt, showing off the ropes of heavy muscle banding his abdomen. Orchid’s knees trembled.

  Lowell held her up. Carefully, using more strength than she even realized he had, he supported her weight and stripped off her dress. His hands caressed every inch of her skin while she saw Clint disrobe, her husband’s touch adding to her excitement, stoking the heat rising within her with every dip into her slick folds and every tweak of her rigid nipples.