Not able to sleep, Paige pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a matching hoodie, before sticking her feet into her slip-on sneakers. During the last three weeks working at the Red River Ranch, she’d had numerous nights where slumber just wouldn’t come easily. Tonight, it was due to her phone conversation with Quinn earlier. He hadn’t wanted her to hear it from anyone else, but someone had vandalized the house she and Myles had lived in—windows had been smashed and vile words had been spray painted on the front door, vinyl siding, and driveway. Since the security company her husband had contracted was no longer monitoring the property, the surveillance cameras had been off and there were no known suspects at the time. Since the house would be sold, along with everything in it that Paige hadn’t been allowed to take—she’d been able to keep her clothes and other personal items—the only way she was affected was emotionally. Knowing that the home she’d meticulously decorated, inside and out, had been desecrated hurt her, but there was nothing she could do about it. Hell, she didn’t even own it anymore.

It was just after 9:30 p.m., and she hadn’t heard Shane get home yet. He’d left for a town commerce meeting after dinner, while Tucker had disappeared into the master bedroom suite after tucking Arianna into bed. Grabbing her phone and Kindle, Paige shuffled her way to the backdoor, and went outside. It was a beautiful evening—cool and crisp—and the moon was out. Instead of sitting on one of the rockers like she’d done on a few nights when she hadn’t been able to sleep, she took the steps down and walked around for a bit, trying to clear her mind. Minutes later, she found herself outside the horse barn and took a deep breath. The scent of fresh hay and the musky equines drew her in. It reminded her of summer days hanging out with her high-school girlfriends at the ranches a few of them had grown up on. There had been many happy times spent lounging around in the loft of one barn or another, talking about boys, gossiping, and confessing their dreams.

Opening the pedestrian door, Paige inhaled deeply again. A few horses shifted in their stalls at the sound of someone entering their home. Some nickered, others snorted. Dim, overhead fluorescent lamps gave her enough light to see by, without flooding the expanse. She walked up and down the row of stalls, saying hello to the animals and scratching a few noses. A gray cat ran past her, giving her a wide berth, and Paige wondered if it had a name. She knew cats were used in barns to keep the mice away. The ranch also had two Australian shepherd/border collie mixes, Waylon and Willie, which slept in one of the two bunk houses—they were working dogs, not pets, that helped to move and keep an eye on the herds.

Paige stopped at the bottom of a ladder that led to the loft. After sticking her phone in her pocket and her Kindle in the back of her waistband, she climbed up the rungs. Yup. Just like the barns of her youth, there were dozens of hay bales up there. A loading door that faced the house was wide open, letting in the comfortable night air. Several bales made a chaise lounge of sorts, and she laid down, pulling out her e-reader. From that position, she could only see the roof of the house and the sky filled with stars above. Within seconds, she was lost in one of her favorite authors’ latest release—ironically, it was another ménage. Who would’ve thought she’d end up working for people who’d actually lived like the characters in the books she liked to read?

After she’d read a few pages, the pedestrian door opened below, and Shane’s voice floated up to her. “C’mon, babe. It’s been a while since we made love in here.”

Paige froze.

“Shane . . .”

“What, Tuck? I want you somewhere other than our bedroom tonight. With Paige here, now, screwing in the kitchen or family room, after Ari goes to bed, is off limits again.”

Paige’s eyes widened. Holy shit! Should she make her presence known? They’d know she’d overheard them and would probably be embarrassed. They couldn’t have known she was there. In fact, she hadn’t heard Shane’s truck arrive and park on the other side of the house. Maybe if she was quiet, they’d never figure out she was above them. After they were gone, she’d sneak back into the house and pretend like nothing had happened.

Something was happening, though. Definitely happening. She tried to ignore the moans and soft murmurs coming from below. The shuffling of boots on the wood floor. The whisper of clothes being removed. The sounds of the two men kissing . . . the two drop-dead gorgeous men kissing. It was impossible—there was no way she could ignore any of it.

Biting her lip, Paige rolled to her side as quietly as she could. She set her Kindle on the hay, then turned the volume off on her phone before putting it down as well. It was doubtful anyone would be calling her at this hour, but she did have the notification settings on for several apps.

Just a peek. She wouldn’t watch them. She’d just take a quick peek. It wasn’t as if she’d never seen two men kiss before—she’d lived in California after all, and people were very comfortable with their public displays of affection there, gay or straight—but she’d never seen these two men kiss.

Easing up onto her knees, she stayed close to the hay bale that was hiding her from view and peeked around it and down. Shane’s back was to her. He had Tucker pinned to the door of a closed stall, their hands clasped together above Tucker’s head as they made out. Both men’s shirts were off and tossed onto a nearby barrel. Releasing his husband’s hands, Shane took a small step backward. He made quick work of his belt and fly, before pushing his jeans down just enough to give Paige a gander at his glorious ass. With his jeans around his mid-thighs, he switched places with Tucker, giving her a second stunning view. The man was hung. “Get on your knees and blow me.”

Paige’s panties dampened at the throaty command as she watched Tucker drop to his knees and take the thick cock into his mouth without hesitation. Shane’s eyes slammed shut, and he leaned back against the door. “Fuck, yeah. Take it all.” His hand delved into his husband’s longer, brown hair and guided him to the pace he wanted. One of Tucker’s hands gripped Shane’s hip, while the other toyed with the heavy balls hanging below the cock he was enjoying.

“God, babe, I’ll never get tired of your mouth. Yeah . . . shit, yeah, do that again. Suck harder. I could fuck your mouth all night.”

Clearly, Shane was very vocal during sex. He grabbed the hand at his hip and brought it to his mouth, spitting on the fingers. “Fuck my ass. Let me feel what it’s going to be like having your cock balls-deep inside me.”

Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! This was the hottest thing Paige had ever seen in her life. She knew she should sit back down behind the bale and let them have their private moment, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away. Her heart pounded as her nipples hardened. Her clit throbbed as Tucker’s hand disappeared between Shane’s legs. Letting her own hand drop, she rubbed herself through her sweatpants. She bit her bottom lip, trying not to gasp, moan, or pant.

“Oh, yeah. More . . . fuck me, Tuck. Fuck me hard. Make me cum. I want you to swallow every drop I give you.”

Tucker’s head bobbed up and down while his hands and mouth gave his husband pleasure.

“Oh, shit! Yeah, that’s it! Shiiiiiiii—” Shane’s body went rigid as the orgasm hit him. As instructed, Tucker swallowed it all. His head slowed as Shane’s fell forward. Holding out his hand, Shane helped the other man stand, then clutching his jeans to keep them from falling past his knees, he took a few steps before bending over two stacked bales of hay. Positioning himself behind Shane, Tucker shoved his sweatpants down to his knees. He spit on his fingers and then worked them into Shane’s ass again.

“I don’t want your fingers. Give me your cock. Fuck me like you mean it, babe.”

For the first time since he’d spoken Shane’s name after they’d first come into the barn, Tucker growled then said, “I always fuck you like I mean it. I love you.”

“Love you too. Now show me. Fuck me with that beautiful cock I love having up my ass.”

Pulling his fingers back, Tucker lined his shaft up with Shane’s asshole and eased forward, as he used more spit for lubrication. Shane reached for the other side of the bale and stabilized himself as Tucker fucked him. Paige’s gaze was glued to where the two men were joined. It was mesmerizing watching Tucker’s cock plunge in and out. Unable to help herself, Paige shoved her hand down her sweatpants, where she was soaking wet. Running her fingers over her labia, she curved them inward.

“Yeah, babe. Harder. Fuck me harder. Damn!”

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, combining with the two men’s moans and gasps.

“So tight. Fuck, Shane!”

“That’s right. Only for you to fuck. Tight only for you. Give it to me, babe. I want your thick cock. I want it all.”

Tucker’s hips rocked faster, and Paige’s fingers set the same pace as she finger fucked herself. She felt an orgasm building. Her gaze never left the scene below her.

“Oh, shit! Shane, I’m—”

“Cum in my ass! Now!”

Tucker roared as he plunged in deep, then held himself there. Paige silently slapped her hand over her mouth to keep her own climax to herself. Her release coated her fingers as her legs shook. She forced her lungs to draw in air through her nose. Her brain fogged over. Slowly and as quietly as she could, she lay down in her hiding spot, reveling in the afterglow. Below, Shane and Tucker were both recovering, gulping for air and murmuring to each other. Moments later, she listened as they got dressed, then shuffling feet crossed the floor to the door. It opened, then closed again. Silence returned to the barn, interrupted only by soft noises coming from the horses.

For the first time since the two men had walked in, Paige took several deep, cleansing breaths. “Damn, that was hot,” she whispered to herself.

Picking up her Kindle and phone, she rolled to a sitting position and froze. The door below opened again, and someone took two boot-covered steps inside then stopped. Paige’s heart thumped in her chest. Who was down there now?

Shane’s voice was loud and clear. “Have a good night, Paige.”

Two footsteps, and then the door clicked shut. Holy shit!