Tangled in Divine(Divine Creek Ranch 14)(124)

Julián’s cock tingled, heralding a second wind as he watched the two of them rock together. Gwen circled her hips, grinding against Chris as he slid deeper and deeper with each thrust. Chris growled at the same time Gwen tightened the muscles in her legs and cried out with her orgasm, bathing his thrusting cock in her cream as her climax rolled on and on. Chris was evidently determined to give her more than one because he slowed a little but kept on thrusting as he kissed her. She tightened her arms around his shoulders and buried her face in his neck, coming a second time. Chris changed the angle of his cock to rub her G-spot, and Julián heard a rumble of triumph come from Chris as she arched her back, a high-pitched wail coming from her throat as more cum gushed from her pussy in a translucent wave, bathing his balls with her juices. Once Gwen got rolling, it was nearly guaranteed they could bring her to orgasm at least three or four times before she came down, and that evening was no exception.

Chris slowed and moved to a kneeling position sitting back on his heels. He lifted her hips so that her upper body rested on her shoulders and upper back. She smiled up at him as she wrapped her legs loosely around his hips and whispered, “Now you come for me, cowboy.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he growled as he fingered her clit. She panted and arched her back as he stoked her arousal once more. Chris turned his gaze to Julián, who was stroking his cock by this point, and said, “Darlin’, Julián needs you one more time. You got him all excited again.”

Gwen giggled and turned to Julián, reaching for him as Chris began to thrust harder. He teased her nipples while she sucked his cock into her mouth and hummed softly as Chris teased her clit with his thumb. The vibrations from her humming quickly had him riding the thin line of control as Chris took her higher and higher. Julián held his cock for her at the base as Chris fucked her harder, jostling her, exciting her more and more until her humming was nearly a wail as she came once more and continued sucking on him.

Chris came at the same time, thrusting in several short strokes before plunging deep as he groaned loudly. “Fuck, yes!” He stilled in his upright position but looked like he could’ve been knocked over with a feather.

“Here it comes, love!” Julián shouted, and then nearly screamed, as she sucked a little harder and his seed jetted in hot streams into the recesses of her mouth. She swallowed on his cock, milking every last drop from him until he withdrew, and then she licked her lips as she swallowed again.

Placing his hand on her abdomen, Chris peered at her. “Are you all right? That was wild. Did I hurt you?”

Gwen looked up at Chris and smiled at him as she slid her hand over his. “Of course not. I would tell you if you were hurting me or ask you to stop.”

“You’ve never told me that I was hurting you.”

“That’s right. Because you haven’t. You always take it slow, and when I ask for more, you always deliver. You both do,” she added, reaching out to Julián as well. “Thank you.”

“We should be thanking you,” Julián murmured, as Chris pulled out and the three of them lay side by side, with her in the middle, looking up at the dimming sky. The sun had set while they’d made love to her. One more day was nearly over. One less day with her. He’d told himself he wouldn’t count down the days. He’d just take what each day offered, regretting nothing, until they were over. Evidently his heart felt otherwise.





Chapter Twenty-Two




Sunday morning, Chris yawned as he poured a mug full of coffee from the pot Julián had just brewed. Gwen was still upstairs, having just climbed into the shower. Julián stood at the stove bare-chested, taking his chances in front of a cast iron skillet where bacon was sizzling.

“It’s gonna sting and I’m going to laugh, Julió, if you get popped with bacon grease because you want to show off your muscles for our woman.” His voice sounded more gravelly than usual, even for first thing in the morning.

“Naw, I just forgot to grab a T-shirt before I came downstairs. I wasn’t thinking past coffee.” Julián cleared his throat and Chris reckoned they were both a little hoarse because they’d overused their vocal cords the day before. “Besides, you’re not wearing a shirt either, Guido.”

Chuckling as he flexed, Chris said, “That’s because I know our woman likes looking at my muscles.”

Chris took a sip of his coffee as he handed Julián a full mug. He peered blearily out of the kitchen window which looked out on the front pastures and the ranch entry down by FM709. He glanced at his watch. “Who in the fuck would show up at Wilbur’s place at five thirty on a Sunday morning?”