Free Tying One On by Wendi Zwaduk Page A

earlobe. “Do you want to come?”
    “Christ, you know I do.”
    Ronan grasped his lover’s hips. Each time he drove them together, he grunted. So fucking close. The scent of sweet hay and the earthy tang of the horses flew through the air.
    “I—I can’t hold on.” Steve held onto the board with white-knuckled hands.
    “Come for me.” With one arm encircling Steve, Ronan curled his fingers around Steve’s dick. “Let go with me.”
    “Oh, Christ.” Steve tensed beneath Ronan’s grasp. He shivered and moaned. Cum shot across the wall in a streak.
    At the same time, Ronan spilled his seed deep in Steve’s ass. He shuddered and clasped Steve close. “Holy shit.”
    The sound of their heavy breathing filled the stall. Ronan collapsed on Steve’s back. He held him and basked in the afterglow of sex. “I love you, Steve.”
    “Love you, too. Always.” Steve placed his hand on top of Ronan’s on his dick. “If things don’t happen with Trista, my feelings for you won’t change.”
    “Good to know.” Ronan’s wilting erection slipped from Steve’s ass. He rubbed his forehead on Steve’s shoulder. “Let’s saddle up the horses. She’ll be here in a few and I can’t wait for what we’ve got planned. She’ll love it.”
    Steve turned around in Ronan’s arms. “I know I will.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Trista pulled to a stop in the driveway at the Circle B Ranch. Her best friends owned the seventy acre plot of land. Most of the time when she came to visit them, she looked forward to seeing Steve and Ronan. Not today. She picked up the apple she’d left on the front seat of the car. She’d paste a smile on her face and pretend nothing was bothering her.
    Except a lot of things wrestled for attention in her mind. Her current boyfriend had become her ex that week. He couldn’t handle her being so close to a pair of gay men. It wasn’t like she’d ever cheat with Steve and Ronan. They weren’t interested in her. She knew them too well. Steve and Ronan were definitely gay, even if they’d both dated her before finding each other. She held onto the apple and walked across the driveway to the barn. At least she’d be able to see her horse, Melody.
    Thinking about the horse didn’t settle the myriad of thoughts in her head. Part of her had never quite got over Steve and Ronan. She’d dated them individually, but had fallen for them both. She remembered the feel of Steve’s strong arms around her and the rasp of Ronan’s voice in her ear. She sighed. Memories wouldn’t warm her on the cold nights.
    “There’s our girl.” Steve leaned on the main door to the barn. “Thought you’d forgotten about us.”
    “Never.” She bit back her sad thoughts. Being lonely would have to do for now. Every time she roved her gaze over Steve, her pussy creamed.
    Steve’s long hours in the barn mucking out stalls showed in his muscled frame. The T-shirt pulled and tugged on his upper body. A lock of his blond hair slipped over his forehead. When he grinned, the dimple in his left cheek deepened. The stubble on his face extended down his neck. She wiped her hands on her jeans legs. She longed to feel that scruff abrading her skin one more time.
    The clomp of hooves on dirt grabbed her attention. Roman led two horses out of the barn. Ronan stood a little taller than Steve. His body wasn’t as muscled as his lover, but Ronan was still a powerful man. His black T-shirt clung to his lanky torso. He’d cut his black hair and wore it closer to his head than when they were dating. She could almost feel the strength in his arms and the warmth of his breath on her skin.
    Her horse, Melody, shook her head, her white mane shimmering in the bright sunlight. Trista flipped her hair over her shoulder. Trust the boys to know what she needed—a long, hard ride. She patted the Appaloosa’s rump, rubbing the smattering of white amongst the black hairs. “Where are we going?”
    “A ride.” Ronan handed her the reins to her