The afternoon sun beat down hard on the ranch, turning the air thick and shimmering. Lila rode between Cole and Ryder on a gentle mare they’d saddled for her. The leather creaked under her as the horse moved, and every shift of her hips reminded her of the morning — how both men had filled her, stretched her, made her come until her voice went hoarse.
She wore tight jeans, a simple tank top, and one of Ryder’s old cowboy hats. No bra. The rough fabric rubbed her sensitive n*****s with every step the horse took. Between her legs, she was already damp again, the seam of her jeans pressing right against her swollen c**t.
Cole rode on her left, tall and easy in the saddle, dark eyes flicking over to her every few minutes. Ryder stayed on her right, that lazy grin never far from his lips, hat
