I lift Cheyenne against my chest and carry her across the yard and field. She wraps her arms around my neck and nuzzles her face into my shoulder.

My throat gets tighter with each step. My gut aches like it’s been punched.

Seeing Emily pointing that gun at Cheyenne made something in me snap. For the first time in my life I understood the true meaning of the word fury. I saw every shade of red possible.

The thought of someone hurting mine and Clay’s woman makes my fingers tighten around Cheyenne. It almost happened. We got dangerously close… Horribly close to losing her.

I’ll never let danger get near her again.

Clay opens the front door and goes to make Cheyenne some tea. I go to gently set her on the couch but her hands won’t loosen from my neck. I forget about setting her down and lean back into the cushions to keep her in my lap.

We don’t say anything, instead just sit there, her nestled into my chest. Clinks come from the kitchen and the kettle whistles.

Clay arrives and puts a steaming mug of tea down on the coffee table. He takes the seat next to us and rubs his eyes.

“We’re sorry,” I say.

Cheyenne stirs and climbs from my lap. She settles down between Clay and me. “Thank you, but you don’t have to feel bad about it.”

Clay pushes hair back from her neck. “We’ll never let anyone hurt you.”

She makes a whimpering noise and closes her eyes. I turn her face to mine and drop my forehead against hers.

Her lips part the slightest bit. I kiss her softly and she falls against me. Clay’s arms wrap around her torso. He lifts her from the couch and carries her across the hall and into the downstairs bedroom.

Soft lighting from the side lamp coats the bed. Clay lays Cheyenne against the blankets. Her hair fans out around her, making a halo. She looks up at us with big, trusting eyes. The need to take her, to claim her, and protect her roars through me.

Clay starts to undress her, first taking off her shorts and then her shirt. Nipples poke at the thin fabric of her lacy bra. I curl my fingers into my palms to stop myself from ripping the bra apart. Clay keeps going, taking off the bra and panties. Her body rests below us, completely exposed.

Clay and I settle on the bed next to her. I ease down on my side and prop my head up on one hand. My other one runs across her pert nipples. Cheyenne’s eyelashes flutter and her cheeks grow pink.

Clay’s hand dips between her legs. Her thighs part eagerly.

We stroke each inch of her body, warming her up and making her wet and ready. Her nipples grow engorged. I massage them delicately, giving them both equal amounts of attention.

My dick swells and presses against my pants. I stand up and take off my clothes. Clay does the same. Cheyenne watches us, her eyes glazed over in lust.

Clay climbs back onto the mattress and begins kissing her. I drop at the edge of the bed and kiss the inside of her thighs. Her sweet, musty scent welcomes me. I languidly run my tongue over her hard nub.

Her slick pussy lips open up to me. They throb against my tongue, begging me for more.

Cheyenne groans and writhes from my attention. I lick her faster and suck her flesh gently between my teeth. A muffled cry leaves her and she shudders against me.

I take my tongue lower and run it around her tight ass. It pulsates under my touch.

The bed creaks. Clay lays down with his head on the pillows and holds his arms out for Cheyenne. I lift her up and pass her over to him. Her back presses into his chest. He sucks on her earlobe and her head rolls back against the pillow.

Cheyenne’s breasts rapidly rise and fall. I climb onto the bed in front of her and stroke my length. Clay runs his fingers against her ass. He works it, stretching it out. Taking his dick, he pushes slightly against her hole.

I edge forward on my knees and press my cock against her pussy. Both Clay and I are poised, ready to enter her. Clay pushes her legs further open with his knee, spreading her wide open like a flower.

He pushes his dick slowly into her ass. Her teeth clink together and she groans through them. I run my thumb across her clit, pleasuring her and encouraging her to accept Clay’s girth.

He slides in until he’s buried halfway inside. I push my dick between Cheyenne’s wet folds and enter her tight channel. She squeezes against me and cries out. She’s stuffed completely, with Clay under her and me on top.

I take hold of her knees and push into her. I make each stroke deliberately slow and watch her face for reactions. Her mouth falls open wide and guttural sounds leave her.

Clay drives up into her and I match his rhythm. With each thrust we make her ours all over again.

I push her legs against her stomach and drive the end of my dick against the ridged spot deep inside of her. She cries out, her pussy clamping down on me as she orgasms.

Clay wraps his arm around her and locks her tight against his chest. He drives rapidly up, hammering into her at a frantic speed. Cheyenne moans on and on. The sounds of her pleasure make my head go foggy. My balls tighten up and I bury my cock all the way in her. Ecstasy hits me and I withdraw and spurt my hot pleasure on the blanket.

Clay groans loudly and clenches Cheyenne against him. He releases into her with a heavy grunt.

I lower myself onto the other side of the bed and slowly pull Cheyenne off Clay. She falls into the nook between our shoulders. It’s the perfect fit.

I push my arm around her and pull her close to my chest. Her nose grazes my nipple and her breath coats my skin.

Clay pushes himself against her back. His fingers run across her arm and shoulder as he lightly massages her. Her breathing becomes heavier and she quickly falls asleep.

Clay’s hand falls down and he starts to snore. I keep my arm around Cheyenne and gaze at the ceiling.

Something is happening to me. Something’s changed or clicked. It started the second someone threatened our woman.

Our woman.

I like the thought of it.

Clay and I have claimed plenty of girls, but never with long term plans. We take what we came for then let them go.

Doing the same with Cheyenne doesn’t seem like an option. If we let her go something will happen to her. Someone might hurt her.

Or fuck her and make her theirs.

Anger boils in me. The thought of another man’s hands on her make me furious. Cheyenne belongs to Clay and me. She needs to be with us.

It just doesn’t make sense. I’ve never experienced such a fierce need to keep a woman around.

I look down at Cheyenne and run my fingers through her hair. We nearly lost her tonight.

It’s up to me to make sure we never lose her for real.