Page 7 of Lasso Lovebirds (Rainbow Ranch #4)

“Usually,” I said. “In the summer, we’ll do more than one a week. Especially if we have guests. There are times we’ll host retreats or have picnics, like the Y’all Pride Picnic coming up. People like to visit this place.”

“Of course they do,” Sky said. “I’ve only ever heard good things.”

The marshmallows started to bubble on the outside as they heated. I always liked mine a little burnt and crispy.

“I think most of us only have good things to say,” I said. “And of course, sometimes we end up keeping people. Plenty of room to have people live here full-time . . .”

What on earth am I doing? I was basically telling Sky they could stay.

And they could, of course. But normally, that wasn’t something I ever brought up.

But maybe . . .

Maybe I liked the idea of them staying.

“That’s good to know,” they said.

I swallowed hard as Sky pulled their marshmallow back.

They stood up, and we carried our now charred fluff to where Boone waited.

Wylie chuckled at his boyfriend as he clasped my marshmallow between two graham crackers, and a wedge of chocolate.

It started to melt, smashing together in a delicious little sandwich.

“Look at that,” Boone said. “Perfection.”

I pulled it off the skewer, watching as Sky did the same thing.

More than anything else, I wanted to see their face as they took the first bite.

I waited, smiling as they bit into it.

And of course, their expression was the biggest reward. Maybe even better than the marshmallow concoction itself. I bit into mine, letting out a hum of satisfaction.

“Oh my god,” Sky groaned. “These are amazing. What's your secret, Boone?”

Boone grinned from ear to ear. “Oh, you know. Fresh graham crackers are always easy to make. I make the best ones. Mama's recipe, of course. And then the chocolate is a secret.”

“I know what they are,” Wylie said. “He tells me all of his secrets. They’re?—”

Boone clasped his hand over Wylie’s mouth. “Not so fast there, cowboy,” he said. “Can't just go handing out my secret secrets like that.”

Wylie smirked, and we all knew that he wasn't actually going to tell us the secret. But it was still funny, and I shook my head at the two of them, amused by their cuteness.

Sky and I retreated back to the camp chairs and sat down next to each other. I looked over at them, unable to keep myself from drinking in the way they glowed in the firelight. A bit of chocolate sat on the corner of their mouth and I leaned over.

“You’ve got a little . . .”

They looked at me, blushing as I swiped the chocolate away with my thumb.

“Thanks,” they whispered.

I licked it away, my heart pounding. I felt eyes on the two of us and glanced up.

Beau was watching us, his expression unreadable.

Sky cleared their throat, Beau looked away, and I felt like I was going to faint from the tension in the air. I wasn’t sure anyone else felt it like we did, though. What is happening here?

I decided to try to be normal. “How are you feeling?” I asked.

“Oh, good,” they said. “A little sore. Certainly doing what we did today is different than me being hunched over in a car. Or having the posture of a shrimp over my laptop.”

I snorted. “Definitely a lot different.”

“I was just thinking, though . . . I kind of want to take pictures of the farm. Pictures of people in action, in your daily lives. It's different than storm chasing, that's for sure. But I have the camera here, and they could always be used for the website.”

“That's not a bad idea,” I said. “I’m sure it would be appreciated. You just have to make sure you get my good side.”

“Pris, you don't have a bad side.”

I laughed and took another bite of my s'more. Everything felt a little bit brighter right now. Between the sound of the fire crackling, people chattering, and the occasional stray howl or snort from a horse . . .

Everything was perfect.

I had to admit it—there was something that felt right about sitting next to Sky. I couldn't let myself think that way though. They'd be leaving soon enough.

Nevermind having them sit on my lap at the tractor was one of the hottest things I've ever done.

On that thought, it was time to go to bed. Not to sleep—it was time to get my vibrator and work out some of the sexual frustration I felt from today. I licked the leftover chocolate and marshmallow off my fingers, and then stood up.

“I’m hittin’ the hay,” I said. “Need any help getting back to your room?”

Oh god, that sounded like an invitation. Sky shook their head, though, taking it the way I had meant it.

“I think I should be able to find my way. Thank you for today, Pris. Especially for that tractor ride.”

That tractor ride would be exactly what I was thinking about as I pleased myself. I winked at them, and then turned on my boots, waving my hand.

“Good night, everyone,” I called.

Everyone wished me good night and I made my way back to the house, stepping into the quiet. I breathed out slowly, savoring the moment. It was rare to be the only person in the house. The wood creaked underfoot down the hall to my bedroom. I slipped inside and shut the door.

Everyone else would be up for a while, which meant I could have the bathroom to myself for just a little bit. I quickly gathered up my things, and then carried them back down the hall to the shower.

Locking myself in, I flipped on the hot water and stripped. I gathered my curls and slid on my shower cap. There was no need for a washday today and I was glad, because the deep conditioning alone took forever.

It felt good to be out of my clothes and away from everyone. I stepped into the shower, tugging the curtain closed. Steam swirled around my body as I ran my hands up and down.

Already, my thoughts turned back to Sky.

It was just a fantasy—one I had no business having. But I didn't stop myself. Because it was just that, a fantasy .

A fantasy, never hurt anyone, did it?

The hot water relaxed my muscles as my fingertips slid down to my pussy. I sucked in a breath, stifling a moan as I circled my clit, dipping further down and realizing just how wet I was.

Damn that tractor ride. Having them sit on my lap had been the best worst idea of the century. Their sweet scent and the softness of them lingered in my mind.

I could still feel the sunshine on my skin and blazing heat creeping up my spine. I covered my mouth to stifle any sounds I might make as I circled faster.

A soft groan left me, and I thought about what it would be like to be with both Sky and Beau.

“Damn it,” I rasped.

I had no business thinking about the two of them together, but I’d seen how Beau looked at them. I’d seen it, and it’d sparked something in me.

I knew both of them would take direction well.

The idea of having two submissives at the same time . . . Or even making Beau do things to Sky, instructing him on how to touch them . . .

That would be the perfect situation.

“Fuck,” I mumbled.

Not to mention, all the kinky things we could do together.

The saying that three was a crowd got it all wrong when it came to kink and love. Not that I was in love with either one of them . . .

I circled my clit faster, pleasure rushing through my body. My heart pounded as I got closer and closer, all of my thoughts and fantasies building up until I felt the pressure rolling down my spine.

I was so close. So damn close.

My imagination was far too vivid for my own good. I thought about Beau—our strong, stubborn, sweet cowboy. And then I thought about Sky—our charming, brave, shy storm chaser.

I needed them.

The very thought of being with those two together sent me over the edge, my toes curling as my orgasm rushed through me. Shock waves sparked across my skin, and I rode out the high of it until I collapsed against the wall, breathing hard.

I needed that relief.

I stayed like that for a few seconds, catching my breath. Letting myself enjoy the euphoric cloud that followed after coming so hard.

“Just a fantasy,” I whispered to myself.

But it would be a dream come true if it were real.