opening her slowly and carefully around his cock. Her eyes flew open. Her hands fell to Greer’s
shoulders, and she held on for dear life as Taggert pushed harder.
It was more difficult than before with Greer lodged inside her pussy. There wasn’t room for Taggert and
yet he pressed relentlessly until her body surrendered and opened for him. And still it was so tight, so
agonizingly tight.
Her breaths came in shallow, rapid spurts. Her eyes glazed over, the room blurring around her.
“Just a little more, baby and I’m there. You’ll have us both.”
She barely registered Taggert’s husky words. She was falling too far, too fast.
“Lean forward,” Greer whispered. “Lean into me.”
She did, allowing him to catch her, to hold her. The position gave Taggert a better angle, and he thrust
hard, seating himself the rest of the way in.
“She’s not going to last,” Greer warned.
“Then let’s go now,” Taggert rasped out.
They began to thrust. Taggert did most of the work, his movements working her up and down Greer’s
cock. Greer arched his hips while Taggert held her in place.
No, she wasn’t going to last. She was gone the moment Taggert had entered her. Pleasure, sharp and
hazy, surrounded her. It was like being drunk or high. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak. All she could
do was feel. And feel she did.
She went a little crazy in their arms. She twisted and writhed, and through it all they held her. They
whispered their love. Kissed her and caressed her as they pounded into her, branding her body with theirs.
They possessed her. They showed her all too well who she belonged to and that they belonged to her now.
Higher and higher she soared, and now she knew what they’d meant when they’d told her she’d fly again.
In their arms she’d always have the freedom to fly. Here, she was safe. No one could touch her. The
nightmares fell away, ripped from her memory and replaced by their absolute love.
“Love you, love you, love you,” she said brokenly. It was all she could say, all she could think.
“Ahh Emmy, I love you too,” Greer said gently as he gathered her close in his arms, his body trembling
with the aftershocks of his release.
Behind her, Taggert finally went still. He leaned into her for the longest moment before brushing a kiss
across her shoulder. Then he withdrew and stepped away.
Greer rolled with her in his arms until she lay beside him. He was still buried inside her and he made no
move to separate himself from her.
“Are you all right?”
She nuzzled his chest with her lips and snuggled deeper into his embrace. “I couldn’t be more all right.”
“Come take a shower with me, Emmy,” Taggert said from the side of the bed. “As soon as we’re cleaned
up, I’ll take you back to bed, and you can sleep to your heart’s content.”
“Mmm.”
Greer chuckled and carefully slid out of her body, ignoring her murmured protest. He patted her
affectionately on the rear and then rolled away.
“Go take your shower, sweet pea. But hurry. You wore me out, and I sleep better with you in my arms.”
Chapter Fourteen
The murmur of voices woke Emily from the most wonderful dream. Before she opened her eyes, she was
content to exist in that plane between sleep and awake, enjoying for once images devoid of blood, pain
and death.
When she finally pulled herself away from the veil of sleep, she saw that the sun was already peeking
through the curtains and Taggert and Greer were hurriedly dressing a few feet from the bed.
She yawned indelicately and propped herself up on her elbow to stare at the two men who held her heart
in their firm grasp.
“I don’t suppose you’re coming back to bed.”
Taggert turned, tucking his shirt into his jeans. An expression of regret crossed his face, and he walked
over to where she lay.
“Sorry, baby. We’ve got a fence down and a few cows have already gotten out. We’re heading out with
some of the hands to do repairs.”
She yawned again, and he touched her cheek with his fingertips.
“You go on back to sleep. I’ll make sure Buck leaves you something to eat on the stove.”
With a nod, she snuggled back into the covers, keeping her eyes open only long enough to watch them go.
Heavy pressure on her back jerked her from sleep. She lifted her head up, and she tried to turn, but a hand
slammed her face back into her pillow.
Her cry was muffled, and then a heavy body lay over her, pushing her further into the mattress.
“Not a word. You make a sound and I’ll slit your throat.”
Shock made mush of her brain. She knew that voice. Who was it? Think, Emily, think, for God’s sake.