Page 8 of Healing Her Cowboys (Silver Creek Ranch #6)

Chapter Eight

T he ride back was tense and awkward. The three of them rode in silence, and Reese had never wanted the radio to play more in her life.

Music. Podcasts. Anything would do if it filled the quiet.

She sat between both men again, unable to look at either one of them, but with both of their bodies pressed up against hers, they were hard to ignore.

The tension between them was palpable, simmering just beneath the surface, and as they drove back to the ranch, she couldn’t help but wonder what they were thinking.

Reese felt almost like what happened was her fault, but that didn’t make sense. She was trying to have fun and let loose like Nina suggested and Atlas had promised. She’d only had the one beer when her favorite song came on, so she wasn’t drunk.

Reese had closed her eyes and danced all by herself in her seat. She hadn’t asked for anyone to join her. Besides, it was only one dance, and it wasn’t like she was grinding up on the stranger. The cowboy had been nothing but respectful.

Everything happened so fast. A night at the fall festival had turned into Brik being angry all over again. It absolutely wasn’t her fault, so why did she feel like a child awaiting punishment?

Even with the quiet tension, the warmth of them soothed her, and she felt protected in a way that she hadn’t felt in a long time. It was weird to feel like she had known these men for longer than a few days, but her emotions had been all over the place since meeting them.

Her strong rule of not getting romantically involved with her patients was hanging by a thin tether and ready to snap at any moment.

A breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding came out when the ranch slid into view. When Atlas got out of the truck, he held his hand out to her. She didn’t hesitate to take it as he lifted her out like she weighed nothing.

After he sat her down on the ground, he hesitated before moving his hands off her hips, as if contemplating something deep and important.

“Atlas,” she whispered. She wasn’t sure if she was asking him for something or just saying his name to steady herself.

He finally grabbed her hand and led her back into the ranch house. She could feel Brik not far behind them. The sound of the front door closed, and Atlas immediately had her pinned up against the wall with her hands above her head.

“Listen to me closely, Reese,” Atlas whispered. “You’re driving us crazy.”

His warm breath tickled her neck and felt like little fingers running across her skin. The sensation made her dizzy, and she had to focus hard on what he was saying.

“I don’t understand,” she said.

“We both want you. Can’t you feel that? We’ve wanted you since the moment we saw you. Damn, Reese. You’re so beautiful.” He nuzzled his nose against her neck and inhaled deep. “You even smell good enough to eat.”

Reese had a hard time focusing on his words, with his body pressed so close against hers.

The feel of him was unlike the sensation any man had ever given her before, and they still had clothes on.

She wondered if she could even stand her naked body being close to his or Brik’s.

She couldn’t forget the feel of him, even if she tried.

Her eyes darted to Brik, and she knew she’d made a mistake. His eyes bore into her with such a smolder that she couldn’t help but moan out loud. He wasn’t even the one touching her, and yet he brought out such a response from her.

“We won’t touch you unless you let us,” Atlas said. “If you tell us to back off, we will. We’ll go on as if nothing ever happened here tonight. It’ll be fucking hard, but we’ll do it.”

“Or?” she asked. She feared his next words, but she also anticipated each one.

“Brik and I will take you and make sure the only names you ever call will be ours.” His lips finally touched her neck, and it left a scorching trail that radiated through her skin and settled into her core.

“But you must give us your permission. We won’t touch you otherwise.

That’s the rule here. What do you want, Reese? ”

“I... I want...” Reese couldn’t figure out how to form words.

Right and wrong didn’t have a place in her head.

All she could think about was the two men before her, and all reasoning slipped away into the autumn night.

She could have blamed it on the beer or a night of conflicting emotions, but none of those were the truth.

Even through her heated moments with Brik and calm times with Atlas, she knew she wanted them too. “I want both of you.”

That was all it took for Atlas to crash his mouth onto hers. There was no prelude or warning, only hard desire and need. His mouth was a fierce force that pulled her desire from her with a desperate command.

He lifted her hands higher over her head and explored her with his mouth. Atlas made a path from her lips to her neck and down to the mounds of her covered breasts.

Even through her shirt, she could feel the heat of his breath as he hovered there. He found her nipple through the material and sucked.

“Oh, God,” Reese groaned as her eyes found Brik again. He watched with patience as Atlas moved over her, kissing and suckling her, but she could tell something wild slid under the surface of his stillness.

“My bedroom,” Brik said and turned without looking back as he made his way upstairs.

Atlas immediately stopped kissing her breasts and lifted her into his arms. No words were spoken as he followed Brik upstairs.

Reese realized why Brik had said to go to his room. His bed was bigger than the one in Atlas’s room and took up most of the bedroom’s space. It was a bed made for a king or two.

Atlas sat her down on her feet and took his time undressing her as if she were a special present he didn’t want to destroy.

In the corner, she watched as Brik slowly undressed and carefully folded each piece to hang off his desk chair.

Atlas kissed every inch of her skin as he slowly slid her bra off her shoulders. He nuzzled her neck as he unhooked the clasps of the bra from behind her. He made a kissing trail down her belly all the way down to her panties. His fingers slipped through the side and slid them down her legs.

She stood there bare before them, but instead of feeling exposed and embarrassed, she felt bold and sure.

She threaded her hands through Atlas’s hair until he stood in front of her again.

This time, it was her turn to kiss him and explore the way he tasted.

He had a strong and musky taste that reminded her of the way he worked the ranch, the way he took care of everything and everyone on it.

His hands kneaded into her hips until they slipped back to grab her ass with a gentle squeeze.

Reese filled up with raw need. Everywhere he touched her left a trail of heat. She needed him. Needed them both until she was sated.

Atlas pulled away, but he never broke eye contact with her as he unbuttoned his shirt. Each button opened slowly with every flick of his fingers.

She couldn’t stop her hands from exploring the broad expanse of his tanned chest as finished and moved on to unbuckle his belt next.

Brik was just as tempting shirtless but out of reach. She held her hand out to him, but he shook his head. “Not yet, Reese,” he said. “Not yet.”

Atlas eased her onto the bed until she was completely exposed to him.

“So beautiful,” he said. “I need to taste you.” He kissed between her breasts and over her belly. He went even lower until he hovered right above her pussy.

His breath over her was more than enough to ignite her. Her body was nothing but a living flame.

He looked right up at her, making sure she watched him before he made his attack right on her. Kissing was too gentle of a word for what he did to her.

Atlas explored her like a man who’d been starving and needed more than one taste to fill him up.

Reese had never had a man consume her the way Atlas did. She had never felt a rush as addictive as his touch, as high and all-consuming as his mouth.

His tongue flicked her clit, and her back arched off the bed and closer to him. Her fingers grabbed for him to hold on.

Desire rolled through her and sent shivers over her skin. Her mind was a haze. All of her focus centered on him and the pleasure he provided.

That’s when she felt Brik move in next to her. His hands roamed over her body, making her senses extra sensitive.

“So fucking perfect,” Brik said before leaning over and taking her nipple into his mouth. The feel of both men on her was enough to drive her to madness, but she held on to both of them in order to find her grounding.

Her muscles tightened with every lick from Atlas and every suck from Brik.

They worked together in stride to pull the first orgasm from her body.

It rocked through her core until she became undone.

Even through her convulsions, they wouldn’t let up.

It was all too much and not enough at the same time.

When a second explosion burst through, Brik claimed her mouth. His kiss was more demanding than Atlas’s. Where Atlas gave, Brik took unapologetically. He tasted like roasted nuts on a warm hearth, filling her up with every demanding part of him.

If the night went on like this, she wasn’t sure if she could survive it, but she was going to damn well try.