And The Ranch Hand Makes Three by Paige TylerHeather and the new ranch hand go from knocking boots in the barn to putting on a show for her husband before finally engaging in a kinky threesome that involves bondage, spanking and some scorching hot sex for all three of them.
While he clearly has the qualifications to work on a ranch, Heather and Clint are more interested in how good he is in bed.
Clint gets turned on by watching his wife have sex with other men, and since Heather is more than happy to oblige, she doesn't waste any time seducing Blaine.
She and the new ranch hand go from knocking boots in the barn to putting on a show for her husband before finally engaging in a kinky threesome that involves bondage, spanking and some scorching hot sex for all three of them.
Sleeping with the boss isn't a prerequisite for the job, but it definitely makes it a whole lot more fun.
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And The Ranch Hand Makes Three (Sample Chapter)
Sleeping with the boss isn't a prerequisite for the job, but it definitely makes it a whole lot more fun
© Paige Tyler and Paige Tyler Publications, 2012-2013
Maybe the next few weeks weren't going to be as boring as she thought. Not if the new ranch hand turned out to be as good in bed as he looked sitting in that chair. Heather Collins took in Blaine Saunders' ruggedly chiseled jaw, penetrating eyes and killer body, her gaze running over all six-foot-four inches of him as if he were one of her prized horses. Dang, he was put together. Holden and Mav might come back from visiting Karleigh in New York City to find they had some competition. Then again, the two cowboys might be too tired from pleasuring her friend to care—at least for a week or so.
From where she sat perched on the edge of the desk, Heather listened with half an ear as her husband Clint discussed Blaine's qualifications for the job. She knew she should be asking questions, but she couldn't quite figure out how to work the topic of favorite sex positions into the conversation. Besides, she was too caught up in those mesmerizing blue eyes of his to form a coherent sentence.
"Anything to add, hun?"
Heather gave herself a mental shake at her husband's smooth, Texas drawl and gave both men a smile. "I think you covered everything."
Except whether their new ranch hand liked to put a woman over his knee and spank her, of course. With those big, strong hands it would be a crime if he didn't.
"Then I think we're done," Clint said to Blaine. "You can start tomorrow."
Her husband stood. Blaine did the same, extending his hand first to Clint, then to her. His palm was slightly calloused from days spent riding horses and roping cattle, and a delicious, little shiver went through her at his touch. That hand would feel so good warming her ass.
"Ma'am," he said.
She smiled. "We're not formal around here. Call me Heather."
He flashed her a grin. "Heather then."
Blaine's hand lingered on hers for just a little longer than might have been wise considering her husband was standing right there, but Clint's sensuous mouth only twitched in amusement.
"I'll show you out," Clint told their new ranch hand.
Blaine gave her a nod, then turned and followed Clint out of the office. Heather's eyes automatically went to his ass. Damn, he looked good in a pair of jeans. Probably even better out of them. She shook her head. Thirty minutes with the man and she was already undressing him. Her husband had positively corrupted her. Speaking of her better half, where was he?
Heather was just wondering if Clint decided to give Blaine a tour of the ranch now instead of waiting until tomorrow when her handsome, dark-haired husband walked in.
"What do you think of Blaine?" he asked as he closed the door.
"I think he's very nice."
"That doesn't answer my question."
She leaned back on one hand and absently twirled her long, red hair around a finger of the other. "I can't really say until I see him without a shirt."
Clint's mouth quirked. "You should have told me. I would have asked him to take it off for the interview."
"Don't you think he would have found that a little odd?"
"I'd just tell him your main criteria for hiring a ranch hand is a nice set of pecs."
She laughed. That wasn't really a lie. "Don't forget muscular biceps. And a big, hard cock."
Her husband wrapped his arms around her, pulling her upright. "I don't think you have to worry about that. He's definitely packing some heat."
Heather looped her arms around his neck. "He did have quite the sizeable bulge in his jeans, didn't he?"
Clint chuckled. "Thanks to this obscenely short skirt you're wearing. He couldn't take his eyes off you or your sexy legs the entire time he was here."
She felt her face color despite herself. After all the kinky things she and Clint had done since they got married, she couldn't believe she still knew how to blush.
"Now that I think about it, you seemed pretty distracted yourself." Her husband slipped his fingers under her chin, tilting her face up. "You were thinking about having sex with Blaine the whole time I was talking to him, weren't you?"
Her color deepened. "Maybe just a little bit."
"I bet you wanted to unbutton his jeans and give him a blowjob right in the middle of interviewing him for the job, didn't you?"
She looked at Clint from beneath her lashes. "You caught me. But I'd only do it because it would turn you on like crazy."
He bent to nuzzle her neck, one of his hands cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her tank top. "I'm hard just thinking about it."
Heather ran her hand down the front of his shirt and over his big belt buckle to the huge erection straining against his jeans. "Mmm, you are hard."
He kissed his way up to her ear. "Imagining you wrapping those beautiful lips of yours around another man's cock does it to me every time."
That wasn't something a wife heard every day. Luckily for her husband, she got just as aroused by the thought as he did.
She gave him a firm squeeze through his jeans. "Just think how excited you would have gotten if I'd actually kneeled down between Blaine's legs and took him in my mouth."
Clint made a sound that was half groan, half growl. "You're a bad girl for teasing me like this. And you know what happens to bad girls."
She knew exactly what happened to bad girls, but she blinked up at him innocently anyway. "I have no idea. What happens?"
"They get spanked on their sexy little ass."
Heather opened her mouth to come back with a witty reply, but Clint tugged her to her feet and spun her around before she could catch her breath.
"Hard," he added as he bent her over the desk and flipped up her skirt.
From his sharp intake of breath, she concluded he was surprised to find she wasn't wearing panties. She smiled. Good to know she could still catch him off guard.
"You really are a bad girl," he drawled. "I thought you were just being fidgety when you kept crossing and uncrossing your legs while we were talking, but you were giving the new ranch hand a show."
She gave him a coy look over her shoulder. "I thought you liked when I flirted."
His mouth curved in a crooked smile as he ran his hand over the curve of her ass. "I do like it. But that doesn't mean I'm not going to tan your pretty ass good for doing it."
Heather considered pointing out that wasn't fair, but decided against it. A hard spanking was exactly what she wanted.
Clint didn't keep her waiting. Instead, he delivered a sharp smack to her right cheek. Even though she'd been anticipating it, she gasped all the same. Sometimes, she forgot how strong his hands were. And how hard he could spank. Not that she was complaining.
She arched her back, pushing her derriere higher, her way of telling him she wanted more. Her husband indulged her, bringing his hand down on one cheek then the other with an intensity that quickly had her dancing in her cowboy boots.
Unable to resist, she slipped one hand underneath her skirt and ran her finger over her pussy. Dang. She knew she was aroused, but she didn't realize how much. She was soaking wet.
"Maybe I should have spanked you while Blaine watched," Clint said, his hand coming down on her bottom again. "Stopped right in the middle of the interview, bent your over the desk and reddened your ass. Of course, then he'd have a perfect view of your wet pussy, too. But you wouldn't mind that, would you, because you're such a bad girl."
Heat had spread across her ass to engulf her cheeks, and Heather could only moan in reply. She found her clit nestled between the slick folds and made slow circles on it as Clint continued to spank her. She had to go slow or she would go off like a rocket.
"Blaine would be sitting there watching you touch yourself while I smacked your ass." Clint gave her cheeks a squeeze in between each smack, sending tingles through her. "He'd probably get so hard he'd have to pull out his cock and take care of himself."
She closed her eyes, imagining their handsome new ranch hand wrapping his hand around his erection and pumping it up and down. In her fantasy, Blaine wouldn't let himself come until she came, wanting to time his orgasm perfectly with hers. Bad girl that she was, she'd make him wait. She could only hope that would earn her a trip over his knee so he could redden her bottom, too. Her pussy spasmed at the thought.
Heather was so caught up in the daydream she didn't realize Clint had stopped spanking her until he grabbed her ass in both hands and gave it a rough squeeze. The feel of his calloused palms on her freshly spanked skin made her gasp, but he had already released her to yank open his belt and unbutton his jeans. When he grabbed her ass again, it was to rub the head of his perfect cock up and down the folds of her pussy. She caught her lower lip between her teeth, resisting the urge to move her finger faster on her clit. Now she was sure he was going to slide in her pussy, she wanted to hold off so they could come together.
Waiting to climax was going to be difficult since she was already on the edge. By the time he finally stopped teasing and plunged into her, she'd climax within seconds.
When he slowly slid his length into her wetness, she moaned long and low, but otherwise somehow managed to control herself. Until he began to move inside her. Then all bets were off.
She moved her finger faster on her clit, imagining Blaine pumping his shaft with his hand, matching his rhythm to Clint's as her husband fucked her.
"Harder," she demanded. "Fuck me harder!"
Clint tightened his hold on her hips, plunging into her hard and fast, pushing her closer to the brink with every thrust.
"Just like that," she panted, her finger vibrating on her clit. "Don't stop!"
She'd always considered herself good at multi-tasking, but keeping her finger on her clit while Clint drove his cock deep into her was more difficult than usual. Maybe because picturing Blaine masturbate was doing all sorts of distracting things to her. She could only imagine what it would be like if they actually included their new ranch hand in a threesome.
The thought of being sandwiched between Clint and Blaine—combined with her husband's fierce thrusts—was enough to send Heather over the precipice into orgasm. As she cried out with the pleasure of it, Clint surged deep into her and held himself there, his groans of release hoarse as he came.
Heather could have stayed bent over the desk with her husband's cock in her pussy for the rest of the afternoon, and she let out a whimper as he slid out. She stayed where she was, too spent to do more than lay draped across the desk. Behind her, Clint's heavy metal buckle clanked as he pulled up his jeans and fastened his belt. A moment later, he took her arm and gently pulled her to her feet. Spinning her around, he pulled her against him and kissed her long and slow on the mouth. She melted into him, her hands sliding up the hard wall of his chest to grasp his shoulders as his tongue two-stepped with hers.
"So," he said when he finally lifted his head, "are you going to make a move on our new ranch hand?"
She wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm considering it."
Clint chuckled. "Well, just make sure you don't tire him out too much. We need him to do some work around here, too, you know. Especially with Holden and Mav on vacation."