Page 18 of Lasso Lovebirds (Rainbow Ranch #4)

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Sweat drenched my shirt as I stood up, twisting side to side to stretch my back. I was gonna be so sore, I could already feel every muscle protesting.

Although maybe that was from the activities in the truck last night.

My cheeks reddened at the thought of Beau. I’d never forget last night as long as I lived.

Being sore was worth it—whether it was from gardening or . . . plowing ? Getting plowed?

There was something deeply satisfying about working in the garden, though.

I could see why Pris loved it. Working with the earth, harvesting things that we would actually eat, and knowing that Boone would turn them into something delicious.

It made it all the more fun to be here, even though I felt gross right now.

“Here,” Priscilla said.

I looked up as she handed me a water bottle, and took it eagerly. The water was cool against my lips as I took a long sip, quenching my thirst.

But there was something else entirely that I was still thirsty for.

We’d kissed a couple of times now.

I’d been with Beau.

The two of them had been together.

But what about the two of us?

What about the three of us?

Was I moving too fast? Maybe . My entire life, I’d always had a tendency to just jump right in. Sometimes you had to trust that wherever you landed, you would be okay.

For the most part, it worked out. Sure, I got some bruises along the way, but the path led me here—right?

My heart said yes to staying at Rainbow Ranch. I was going to take some more time to think about it, but I could always leave if I wanted to . . .

I wasn't trapped here, even if I decided to stay.

And knowing that I had the freedom to leave whenever I wanted reminded me even more about why I could stay.

Everything I told the two of them was true.

I did enjoy working on the ranch, at least what I’d done so far.

I loved the horses and going to the stables.

I especially loved Dennis. Even some of the teenagers I’d met were fun.

I could see why they loved coming here—I would've loved it too when I was their age.

This place was magic. Something about the landscape kissing the crisp blue skies. Something about the acceptance and love that was so clear to see. Everyone was like a giant family, and while I knew that not everything was sunshine and rainbows, it still felt like it.

It felt good knowing that people had each other’s backs—that they had someone to rely on. That type of family was rare, and it wasn’t even about blood.

Family by the bonds of trust—the kinds of relationships that lasted forever.

It was something that I’d been missing for a long time.

Community.

When I came out as non-binary, I lost most of my family. A couple of cousins kept in touch on social media, but for the most part, I was on my own. Since college, I’d been fighting my way through life, running after whatever made me happy with everything I had.

Giving it all my best.

Life was too damn short to only go halfway.

Just like life was too damn short to give up on the chance to fall in love with two amazing people.

Pris let out a long moan. “I need a cold shower.”

“Me too,” I said.

I slowly looked up at her, and she raised a brow. There was silence for one beat, then two, then—“I have a theory that we could both fit in the shower.”

“I think we should test that theory,” I said, taking a step closer to her.

“I think we should . . .”

Pris glanced around the garden then pulled off her gloves, signaling that we were officially done with work for the day. Never mind that it was a couple hours early. Between the two of us, we’d gotten a lot done, so I wasn’t worried if she wasn’t.

Besides, I definitely needed a cold shower with a hot woman, no matter the time of day.

My eyes drifted over Pris as I followed her back to the house. We slipped inside without drawing any attention, which was a damn miracle in this house.

The moment we hit the hallway, Pris turned and grabbed me by the shirt, pulling me into a kiss. I wound my arms around her neck as she backed me against the wall, the two of us groaning together. We backed up into her room and she broke away with a gasp.

“We need towels and clothes to change into,” she said quickly.

“I’ll grab my stuff,” I said.

We were on a damn mission. I rushed to my room and grabbed my towel, a T-shirt, and loose sweats, meeting her in the hallway. We both stared for a second, and then she grinned, the two of us bursting into laughter.

“We’re a mess,” she said.

“We’re about to be even messier.”

“ Sky .”

I smirked as I followed her down the hall to the bathroom. The moment the door was locked behind us, we set our things down on the vanity and she pinned me against the wall.

I’d never get tired of kissing her. I whimpered as her teeth tugged my bottom lip, our tongues swiping against each other. Her fingers worked the buttons of my shirt until cool air rushed against my bare skin. Our clothes drifted to a pile on the floor piece by piece, until we were both naked.

My eyes widened as I took her in. She was stunning. I reached up and slid my hand behind her neck, kissing down her neck, down her chest to her breasts. Her nipples hardened as I cupped and teased them, enjoying the sound she made.

“Sky,” she moaned. “I’ve been wanting this since the moment I saw you.”

“Me too,” I rasped.

Her fingers gripped the back of my head and I grunted as she turned my gaze up to hers. Just the tug on my hair sent a shiver down my spine, already edging me toward a submissive headspace.

“I want to please you,” I whimpered.

“I know you do,” she said.

My knees slowly sank to the floor and I knelt in front of her, feeling a sense of awe rush over me as it hit me how much I already cared for her. Somehow, I’d found two people in the world that were perfect for me.

“Mm,” she hummed. “I like to see you on your knees.”

“I love being here.”

Her fingertips raked through my hair and I moaned, my eyes shutting as she teased me. I ran my hands up her calves, her skin soft against mine.

She took a step back and flipped on the shower. I stayed put as she grabbed her shower cap and pulled it over her curls, tucking any strays away. My eyes widened as she stepped beneath the shower head and then crooked a finger.

“Come on,” she said. “Let’s cool off.”

I could be in an ice bath, and I’d still be anything but cool. I joined her in the stall and gasped as the water hit me, the momentary shock of cold drowned by the heat of her body pressing against mine.

“Fuck,” she moaned.

Our hands roamed over each other, the chill of the water spreading goosebumps across my skin. My nipples hardened, a groan leaving me as she kissed down my neck and sucked one of them gently, teasing me until I was completely undone.

“I want to please you,” I whimpered.

She drew back and reached for the body wash. “We’re going to wash off and go back to my room, and I promise you’ll get all the pleasing in you desire.”

I wrinkled my nose at her, which made her laugh. She shoved the bottle into my hands and raised a brow, swapping spots with me so I was under the water.

“Get to washing me,” she said.

Oh. Of course. I swallowed hard as I poured a dime sized amount into my palms and put the wash back on the shelf.

I paused to turn the water just a little warmer, making it tepid as I lathered up the soap and reached for her.

She let out a long moan as I ran my hands down her body, bubbles sliding over her nipples as I took my time to massage her breasts, and then moving them down her waist to her hips.

I took my time to cherish every part of her until she grabbed my wrist, and spun us again.

Water rinsed down my back, and she poured more soap in her hands, returning the favor. My head fell back as she touched me, my breath hitching.

“Fuck,” I moaned. “That feels good. Too good.”

“There’s no such thing as too good,” she said, tugging me close.

The shower rinsed the soap off our bodies, leaving us wet and in need of more. She flipped off the shower and we got out. She tugged her shower cap free and put it away, the two of us drying off quickly.

“Do you think we can sneak down the hall in our towels?” I asked.

She tightened hers around her and then cracked the door, peeking out. “Hmm. Maybe. Let’s go.”

“Fuck,” I laughed, scooping up my clothes as the door swung open and Pris ran down the hallway.

I followed after her, the two of us tumbling into her bedroom and slamming the door shut in a cloud of giggles. She flipped the lock and then turned to face me with a grin, letting her towel drop.

“God,” I groaned. “You’re gorgeous, Pris.”

She smiled softly and then pointed to the bed. “Go wait there for me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, dropping my towel and clothes.

I went to her bed and crawled onto the mattress, turning to watch as she went to her closet and opened the door. I was curious as to what she was pulling out, and my mouth dropped as she drew out what I knew to be a sex saddle.

“Oh my god,” I said. “Those things are pricey.”

“They are. Damn worth the money, though. Everything is clean and maintained, and the toy I’ll attach is new and unused. But if you have a toy of your own you’d rather try, we can attach it . . .”

My cheeks warmed as I watched her spread a waterproof blanket out on the floor before placing the mound on top.

“Did Beau tell you I squirt?” I mumbled.

Pris brows shot up and she smirked. “He did not. Oh, I can’t wait to watch your face while that happens. That’s hot, Sky.”

Oh god. Now my cheeks were flaming as she set everything up.

“Did you want to grab your own?”

I shook my head. “I didn’t bring any with me . . .”

“Oh boy. No toys?!”

“I mean, there are other ways . . .”

Pris sat the dildo on top. It was about five inches long and in shades of pink, orange, and white.

Pris planted her hands on her hips and then turned to face me. “You know, I didn’t even ask if you wanted to try this. Do you want to?”

“I definitely do,” I said enthusiastically. “I want to do everything with you.”

She smiled. “Well. Our work day is done. And we just need to be finished by the time dinner is ready, otherwise our boyfriend’s twin will bust down the door and we’ll get in trouble.”

My laugh rang through the room as she came to the bed. My laugh whooshed into a gasp as she parted my legs.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” she whispered.

“Pris, I’m more sure of this than anything else in my entire life. Are you sure?”

“I am.” She dragged me to the edge of the bed. “Red means stop.”

I nodded eagerly. “Yellow means slow. Green means good.”

“Good,” she praised. “I like that you already know.”

“I do,” I whispered. “I’ll do whatever you want me to do, Pris.”

“So eager to please,” she hummed. “What I want you to do right now is crawl to the saddle, lube it up, and show me how pretty your face looks while you come for me.”