Adams, Eve - Trio [Gideon's Ring 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Eve Adams

in the same movement before burying his face against her neck.
    She slanted her chin to grant him full access and rested her head on his shoulder as she moaned. Just having his calloused, gentle hands caressing her instead of the carrot sent spikes of violent need coursing through her, slickening her pussy.
    “Touch me,” she pleaded, unable to hide the desperation in her voice. “That’s what I want. ”
    “ Who do you want to touch you, baby? ” Barrett asked.
    “ Both of you. ”
    “Like this?” He pinched her nipple, and she arched her back, biting her bottom lip to stop from crying out. She was frantic, fraught with need that had every nerve ending on high alert.
    “Or do you want a little more attention here?” Chris ’s hand disappeared, only to reappear between her legs, covering her dripping cunt. Damn jeans. She barely felt him with the thick barrier between them.
    “Barrett,” she whimpered in a weak voice when he reached up and unfastened her pants. “What if someone walks in?”
    Chris lifted her up off the stool. With him still behind her she couldn’t see his face, but somehow she knew he smiled at her question. “Let them.”
    With that said, Barrett lowered her jeans down her legs and left the material right above her boots. When he stopped and studied her panties, she closed her eyes and muttered a curse as mortification washed over her.
    “Are those new, too?” His amusement only embarrassed her further.
    She thought by wearing her least sexy panties it would stop her from taking it this far, if by chance he came after her. And come after her he did. And now here they were, her practically naked except for her boots and granny panties.
    “Oh, damn it.” She reached down to grab her pants and pull them up, but Barrett stopped her. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him, the humiliation too much. “I’m sorry.”
    “Don’t be.” He then undid his pants and pulled them to his knees, revealing the kind of boxers only men married or otherwise not looking to get laid wore. “What do you think? Sexy, right?”
    She laughed and looked up at him. “I thought by wearing these that I’d stop before I let it get this far.”
    “And I thought by wearing my grampy boxers I’d definitely not be stripping down tonight.”
    “Grampy boxers?”
    Chris pulled his pants down to reveal a similar pair of baggy boxers. “Grampy boxers. We all got them from GG every year for Christmas. Don’t knock the name.”
    She hid her smile. Sort of. “Oh, I wouldn’t think of it.”
    They all stood there with their pants around their knees, and stared at each other for several seconds before bursting out in a fit of giggles that had them almost in tears. “Sit, ” Chris ordered. “ Let me get those wafflestompers off.”
    Sarah did and lifted her leg for him to start on her left boot. He unlaced her boots and slipped them off, never bothering to pull his pants back up. Her gaze flicked down to the rigid cock between his legs, hidden behind his ugly boxers, and she quickly looked away.
    Dear God. He was huge. That thing would never fit in anything of hers. She then glanced over at Barrett and almost swallowed her tongue. He ’ d already removed everything but his socks and hat, and had his rigid cock in his hand. As he stroked it slowly, his smoldering gaze never left her face.
    “ See anything you like? ” Barrett wiggled his brow.
    “ Most definitely, ” she purred, wiggling her brow in return.
    Chris brought her attention back to him as he slid her jeans all the way off. He left the granny panties on, and she looked down at them and giggled.
    He kicked his boots off and sent the jeans and boxers with them. He then pulled off his hat, removed his shirt, and replaced the hat.
    Holy and shit. She’d never seen anything so damn erotic and sexy in her entire life—two cowboys in nothing but a hat and socks. She lost her smile and stared at them, licking her lips and fighting the urge to lose