As soon as the concert was over, I finished the last drops of my cold beer and followed Nash to the truck. Caleb was inside paying the tab. He helped me climb in and his hand immediately ran between my thighs.

“What are you doing?” I whispered. I wasn’t drunk, but tipsy enough to know my hormones were raging out of control.

“Shh,” he put his fingers to his lips. “All those people out there on the sidewalk are going to hear you if you aren’t careful when I make you sing.”

“Sing?” I gasped when his finger slipped under my shorts. It was then I realized I had cut my jeans way too short. There was no fabric hiding my enthusiasm. The thong was tight enough not to be seen, but any other underwear would have been visible.

“Sing like you did for the band.”

I looked up and saw Caleb step from the bar. I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he would say something to Nash for always being so bold.

But he opened the truck door, saw where Nash’s fingers were, and immediately licked his lips. My heart hammered in my chest. The lust in his eyes was enough to make my shorts drip with my juices. Caleb did something sinful to me.

He slammed the truck door behind him and started the engine.

My back arched, sucking Nash’s fingers deeper.

“Ohh,” I moaned.

His hand pushed my tank top down so that my bra was exposed.

“Slow down,” Caleb warned. “Is it too much, Claire?”

“I want you too,” I whimpered.

“Fuck this.” He turned down a dirt road. The tires bumped and jostled over the divots in the road.

I squeezed around Nash’s fingers with every jarring pothole we hit. He sank deeper inside my walls. Caleb threw the truck into park. He turned off the headlights. Everything happened so quickly, I didn’t know how to respond. Nash unfastened my seatbelt and lifted me from the truck.

Caleb piled several quilts in the back of his truck and laid the tailgate down just as Nash handed me to him in the bed of the truck.

I wrapped my hands around Caleb’s neck. “What are we doing out here?”

“Look up, darlin’.”

My eyes flickered open to the huge Montana sky. “Oh my God.”

He held me close to his chest. I wanted to count them. I wanted to study them. Memorize them.

“It’s breathtaking,” I whispered.

“Just like you are to us,” he replied.

Nash pulled out a cooler and opened three beers from the brewery. He handed one to me and one to Caleb.

“Cheers. To amazing three-ways.”

I almost choked on the beer. “You can’t make a toast like that.”

“I just did, city girl.”

I drank anyway, enjoying the cold beverage after a hot night of dancing and singing at the concert.

“Where exactly are we?” I asked.

“Part of our land,” Caleb explained. “It’s not on the ranch, but we own parts of town around Stonecreek. No one is going to both us out here.”

He lowered my boots to the quilt.

“Oh gosh. I should take these off. I don’t want to get your beautiful quilt dirty.”

Nash laughed. “You are not taking those off.”

“I’m not?” I squeaked.

“Not when we fuck you tonight under the big Montana sky. You want to be a real cowgirl, don’t you?”

I nodded. “Yes.” He moved behind me, unsnapping my shorts. I leaned my head against his shoulder.

“You should have seen her ride Lightning today, brother,” Nash explained. “The girl can fucking ride.”

Caleb groaned. His mouth covered mine and I inhaled the beer from his tongue. His kisses were always hard and powerful. Filled with so much passion and lust. His hand trailed over my belly until his fingers were nuzzled between my folds.

I hissed when he found what he had been looking for. He pushed his fingers inside me.

“We-we’re out in the middle of a field.”

Nash wiggled the shorts over my hips. “Doesn’t it feel free?”

I nodded. “It does.”

“Imagine what you can do with your body out here, Claire. So free. No restraints. Just a million stars lighting up the night.”

He ran his finger down the back of my neck and made a path straight to my rosebud. I tensed up when he pressed it against my ass.

I had loved it this morning. I took a breath and relaxed, letting him push it inside me.

“Oh God,” I moaned.

Both of them had their fingers inside me, working in and out from my center and my ass. It felt so damn good.

Slowly, we lowered to the bed of the truck. I unzipped Caleb’s jeans while Nash took care of his button. By the time we made it to the quilt, their jeans were in a pile in the corner of the truck and their enormous cocks were bulging in front and behind me.

My eyes locked on Caleb. His lips covered mine as our tongues twined. I clenched when I felt Nash press his cock to my hole. His fingers were gone and this was much more massive. So much more pressure and he was just trying to push inside.

“I want you too, Caleb.”

He shook his head. “One at a time,” he argued. “It’s too much for your body. I know it is.”

I refused to accept his answer. My hand explored between us until it was fisted around his steel-like rod. I guided it over my clit and to my entrance.

“Both,” I repeated. “Together.”

Nash pulled me tighter to his chest. “I think we need to move things around a bit, baby.”

He pulled me from Caleb, yanking my ass in the air. “Ride him,” he whispered in my ear.

I looked down as I sank onto Caleb’s wide cock.

“Oh shit.” I threw my head back as a gust of Montana wind lifted the hair from my shoulders. He filled me so fully.

I didn’t have long to adjust before, Nash pushed me forward, exposing my asshole to the same air. He licked and lapped at my rosebud as I cried out with pleasure.

“Oh God,” I cried. “I want you inside me too, Nash. Please.”

Caleb held my face between my hands. He was watching Nash over his shoulder. I stilled for only a second when I felt both their cocks at my entrances. I thought I would explode with sensation. Then suddenly they were both pushing inside me.

My nails dug into Caleb’s chest. I didn’t know if I could take it. The pressure was extreme. The stretching was unreal. My ass had only just been christened. My body wasn’t prepared for something so overwhelming.

“Caleb,” I moaned. “It’s too much.”

He held my wrists to his chest. “Just another second, baby. Let us fill you. Please.”

I nodded as a tear slipped along my cheek and landed on his abs.

Nash reached for my ponytails, yanking them back as he made his final descent into my backside. I thrashed between them, and then all at once the bliss ran through my veins like glittery pleasure, falling from the diamond sky. I was in fucking heaven.

“Oh yes,” I purred. “Oh God. Yes. Yes.”

I realized just how gentle they had been, until I gave them the green light. Then neither one of them held back. Nash surged in and out of my precious rosebud while Caleb pumped up and down, filling my inner walls with friction and heat. I ricocheted with bursts of white-hot erotica. They kissed me. They licked me. Their hands explored every part of my skin. I didn’t want it to end. It was one big bubble of hot sex I never wanted to leave.

“You look so fucking hot riding me with your boots on, Claire,” Caleb growled.

I had almost forgotten they were still on, until I realized what a sex vixen I had become.

“Wider,” Nash howled from behind. “I want to go deeper.”

I blinked, looking at Caleb. He nodded. “I’ve never felt this connected to any woman. I want to be deeper in your pussy too.”

My heart melted. I’d give them anything. I looked over my shoulder at Nash. My knees spread to the side and I saw the satisfaction on his face when I let him slide him even farther.

“Oomph!” I squealed when his balls hit my cheeks.

“That’s it,” he coaxed. “You’re so tight. But you feel amazing. You have no idea.”

I panted at the thought of taking control of my sexual life the way I was. I had never done things like this when I worked for the magazine or freelanced. I stayed buttoned up. I stayed professional. But as Nash penetrated my ass, I wondered why. Why had I denied myself this kind of pleasure. I looked again in Caleb’s eyes. They were hooded with lust.

“You’re so beautiful. You know that?”

For the first time in my life when I had sex, I did something I never had. I agreed.

“Yes,” I answered.

He grinned. “Good.”

I started to ride him harder and faster. Nash picked up the pace too.

“You have to slow down, Claire,” Caleb warned. “I’m going to come like this and I don’t have a condom on.”

“Fill me,” I whispered.

His eyes locked on mine. “You don’t mean that.”

I nodded. “I do. Fill me,” I stated again.

“Oh fuck, I can’t stop it.” He grabbed my hips as he slammed into me.

I screamed when I felt Nash plunge to the deepest part of my small hole. They were both buried inside me. Hilted until their balls were slapped against my sensitive skin. I was holding back, and I realized I had to stop. I had to be free. Our release came as one monstrous orgasm vibrating between our bodies until we collapsed in a heap in the back of Caleb’s truck.