“I used to play “Country Roads” for Cara. The John Denver song. Do you know that?” she asked, clearly reading the tension between Jacques and Billy.
Billy chuckled. “Of course, li’l lady. It’s a favorite of ours.”
“Then sure, I’ll give it a go. If I murder it, it’ll be all over social media so I never forget it.”
We watched her follow the band onto the stage, and she picked up the fiddler’s instrument, getting familiar with it. When she smiled and nodded at something he said, I sucked in a breath and waited.
The others were already in place, and their guitarist started playing, followed by Lana, Billy’s sister, on the drums. Carina closed her eyes and played, the notes of the violin quieting the whole of the bar before it broke out in cheers and whistles. When Billy started singing, the entire crowd joined in.
I did too.
She was crying by the end, a smile as big as Texas on her face. Jacques, Rusty, and I screamed the loudest as she handed over the violin, accepted a quick hug from Billy, and grasped Jacques’s hand as she hopped off the stage.
“Let’s all hear it for Carina Gauthier,” he said, and we cheered louder.
Jacques wrapped his arms around her and kissed her hard. Rusty leaned in close and gripped my hip.
“Let’s head home,” he said, his voice rough.
I knew exactly what he had in mind. I groaned. “Bring the truck around,” I ordered and handed him my keys.
Ten minutes later and we were pulling into our meandering drive. I expected Rusty to stop at the homestead, but he kept going, pulling into the grassy field that Zeus loved to run around in. Jacques hopped out from the back seat, Carina following him closely.
“Get the lube, Travis,” Rusty reminded me. “We’re going to show you exactly who you belong to.”
I shivered. I didn’t need any persuading.
He tugged the blanket out and spread it out on the grass. The sun had set long ago, the stars and full moon now bright in the sky.
I wrapped my arm around Carina’s waist and speared my fingers into her luscious hair. I nudged my nose against hers, then kissed her, my tongue teasing hers as she moaned against my lips. Listening to her play was like a jolt of adrenaline in my veins. My dick was hard, and my heart was pounding. “Get naked, darlin’,” I instructed.
She gasped and flicked her gaze to Rusty. “Remember our first time at the stream when you told me how freeing it was to be outside. Naked. Fucking.” She moaned again and pressed close to me.
“Jacques and Rusty are gonna remind me who I belong to. I want to be buried in you when they do.”
“God, yes,” she moaned.
twenty-one
Carina
Iwasridingahigh.First the dance, then playing violin, and now being out here in the paddock with three men who I was about to get naked with, the stars winking above us. My heart was hammering in my chest, and my panties were wet.
“Unzip me,” I breathed, already sounding like I was winded.
I curled my hands into Trav’s belt loops and hauled him closer. Jacques stepped in behind me and brushed my hair over my shoulder, exposing my throat to him. He pressed a line of kisses down to my shoulder, his heated breath setting my blood aflame. I shivered, already desperate. My nipples hardened, and I sucked in a breath, my breasts pressing against Trav’s chest.
Linc slid his hands between us and unbuttoned Trav’s shirt, tugging it off his shoulders when it was open. I slid my hands up over his six-pack, his warm skin smooth and tanned. I brushed his nipples, eliciting a moan that was low and rumbly. I felt it all the way down to my toes.
Cool air hit my shoulders when Jacques dragged the dress down my body. My bra-and-panties set was my favorite—pale pink with little flowers on them—and I couldn’t care less that the guys weren’t even seeing them because of the darkness.
I stepped out of my dress, kicking it aside before I lowered myself to my knees. Jacques followed me, kneeling behind me and trapping his cock between us.
I unbuttoned Trav’s jeans, and Jacques tugged them down. Trav’s loose boxer shorts did nothing to hide the erection he was sporting. I wanted to rub myself all over him like a cat, purring as I touched every inch of him.
Linc slid his hands into the front of Trav’s boxers, gripping his hips as he moved against him. They were gorgeous together. Linc was clearly the one in charge even though Trav was so much taller and broader than him. Seeing the big guy submit to Linc was as hot as Hades.
I gave into temptation and rubbed my face against his dark boxers, nuzzling his hard cock with my cheek. I breathed him in, his musk and sex a heady combination. Then I mouthed the base of his dick. He groaned, and Jacques hooked his fingers under those sexy boxers and drew them down his strong legs.
