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Later that night… mistakes were made.

Visiting the mountain had been a waste of time. People had avoided her at the bar the moment she pulled out her parents’ photograph. When her disappointment had distilled into an aphrodisiac, she’d let a pair of good old boys talk her into leaving with them. Desperate for a good memory to take home, Kennedy found herself deep in the north Georgia woods between two hillbillies. A small fire crackled, warming her legs and sending sparks up into the crisp night air.

Under a fingernail moon, they moved to the thin sound of the radio. Red’s moonshine had left her mind a pleasant fuzzing blank. His sturdy younger cousin, Jeremiah, faced her. He had spoken of his job when they were at the bar. The evening was a blur, but he had mentioned fixing engines. His solid shoulders radiated heat into her palms through the worn fabric of his gray cotton work shirt. When she relaxed into him, Jeremiah settled his muscular thigh between her legs. Heavy hands fell to her hips. A Blood on the Harp tune spooled from the cab of the crookedly parked Chevy.

Taller than the younger mechanic, Red had wiry, powerful arms and unruly hair. With his fingertips, he swept her auburn curls to the side and gooseflesh rose on her arms, prickling and electric. They liked her farm girl pretty up in these hills.

As cool air and their warm bodies formed an elixir, frustration from the wasted trip melted. Jeremiah could dance. The music found a home in his body, surprising for a big man. His calloused hands were reverently shaped to her rib cage. When Jeremiah bent to kiss her mouth, she cupped his square face in her hands and kissed him back, relishing the flavor, encouraging him. He tasted of apples and his dark beard was soft as velvet.

Red behind her gathered her tangled hair in his hands and placed a fire line of small bites along the back of her shoulder. Insistent, his erection pressed against the curve of her ass through her jeans. As he pushed her more into his cousin, she rocked her hips against him, increasing her pleasure. Strong hands explored her back and her thighs. As languid heat spread through her body, she lifted her arms and drew back from Jeremiah’s kiss. He smiled, looked at his cousin behind her, and eased her t-shirt up and off her body to expose her bare breasts. While the cool air licked across her skin, Jeremiah took her in, dark eyes dilated. Tenderly, he touched the scar under her clavicle with the back of his fingertip. The delicate touch skittered electricity across her skin.

Red cupped her jaw in his calloused hand and turned her face toward him, bending her back enough to take his own kiss. Cigarettes and whiskey. Unlike his cousin, he was insistent, impatient. His kiss pushed deeper and asked for more. His long fingers curved around her neck and held her back against him. His bare chest pressed to her shoulder blades. She could feel her pulse against his palm. Jolting heat and wetness encircled the tip of her right breast as Jeremiah took her nipple into his mouth. Shared between them, she gave over into the raw animal pleasure. Jeremiah cupped her breasts and pressed his lips to the curve of her shoulder. Young and unattached, Kennedy arched her back and offered her body without guilt.

“You are a ripe peach,” Red spoke just behind her ear. Wickedly, his breath hot and damp against her neck, he asked, “You sure you got it in you to take on two riders?”

Amused, she nodded. Kennedy snaked a hand around behind her and cupped Red’s hard dick through his jeans. “I’m positive I can handle what you offer.”

“Are you greedy for it?” He rubbed his trapped cock against her hand. Even though they had been drinking, he was nice and hard. A shiver moved through her body like a promise, and her skin tingled with anticipation.

Resting her head back against his shoulder, she asked, “What are you waiting for?”

At her prompting, his hands came hungrily around her and fumbled with the button on her jeans. An aching need lifted her as if the moonshine had turned her body weightless. Her spirit pulled toward the sky. Only pleasure tethered her to the earth. Jeremiah’s wide, rough hands cradled her hips. She whispered, “Have you boys done this before?”

Smiling, Red answered, “Yes, Mam.” Hooking his thumbs into the sides of her jeans, he caught her panties for good measure. The cheap rayon slid easily down her legs. As the scruffy side of his face scraped along the outside of her thigh, she stepped out of her flip-flops and crumpled clothing. Standing naked in the night, with strange hands sliding all over her skin, she flushed with adrenaline. As if he was at an altar, Jeremiah dropped to his knees and kissed her belly. He nuzzled his face into the bit of trimmed fuzz on her mound. With a greedy tongue, he snaked across the seam of her sex where desire pooled. She tilted her hips into the pleasure of his hot mouth.

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As she leaned back into Red’s chest, he supported her. Her hips greedily rocked into his cousin’s mouth, against his hot, wet, eager tongue. Red gently bit her shoulder and said, “Part your legs, city girl. Have you ever had yourself two riders?”

Stepping her feet apart without hesitation, Kennedy tangled her hand into Jeremiah’s hair and tilted his face. When she pulled his mouth more tightly against her, he eagerly centered his attention on her needy clit. Lying, she said, “I might have.” If a toy and a stoned boyfriend in her body at the same time counted. She gasped as the younger found the right rhythm. Pleased, she purred encouragement. “Don’t stop.”

Hungrily, Red’s hands eased up the front of her body to cradle her breasts. The tugging ache of his practiced fingers on her nipples sent electric fire through her body as she pressed more into his cousin’s mouth. Greedy, she took what she liked. When her orgasm hit her and she bucked between them, her fingers tangled hard in Jeremiah’s hair. As wave after wave rippled through her, wetness seeped down her thighs. Strong arms held her in place as she went limp, body shuddering. With a glistening face, Jeremiah smiled up at her. Because her body was full of stars, she couldn’t hold her thoughts together. Red told his cousin to lie on the ground.

Jeremiah rolled onto his back and with sticky fingers unbuttoned his shirt. Hot with need, he opened his jeans, shoved them to his thighs, and tugged free a nice thick cock. Approvingly, she smiled down at him.

Red let her slide through his arms. Now that she was liquid and hot, Kennedy wanted Jeremiah’s solid body under her. As her knees sank into the soft forest floor on either side of him, the scent of rich earth encircled them. Jeremiah growled with pleasure. When the heat of her pressed to his cooler belly, his rigid cock jumped. The electricity of wanting rolled between them. His wide palms slid up her rounded thighs and his hips lifted.

Red whispered. “You want it?”

Hands spreading open on Jeremiah’s wide chest, she said, “Yes. I do.” The density of him was delicious. Groaning, she swiveled her hips, smearing her wetness on his hard cock.

Hungrily, his hips shifted in that seeking way. Spreading her thighs wider, she relished the sensation of his cock pressed against her, denying them both a breath longer.

Jeremiah’s paw-like hands slid across her body. Full of need, he said, “I want to be in you.”

Slick from her orgasm, she eased against Jeremiah while Red stripped off his jeans and boots. Red’s wiry body was less wide than his cousin’s, but not bad. With a nice back and tapered hips, he was handsome in a backwoods, hard-working way. Arching her hips, she slid Jeremiah’s cock into herself. The fullness and ache made her tingle.

Pressing upward with a groan, Jeremiah tilted his head back, large hands gripping her hips. “Oh, nice. Feels so good.”

Rougher in how he touched her, Red settled to his knees behind her and pushed Kennedy forward over his cousin. With his hot breath washing against her back, his fingers gripped and parted her cheeks. He smeared wetness across her ass in slick, eager sweeps. Spit. Her own arousal. She heard the familiar rustle of a prophylactic wrapper. Red bit her back as he rolled on the lubricated condom.

As Jeremiah pressed up into her, pleasure lit bright fireworks in her body. Good. Rolling her hips, she vibrated, anticipating what his cousin would do. First time for everything, right? She’d always enjoyed anal. The Redhead’s lubricated fingers slid into her ass, easing and stretching her in counterpoint to his cousin’s slow, careful stroke. When she felt the rigid tip of his cock press against her, she stilled. Red panted. “Jeremiah, hold still. Give me a second to ease into her. She is tight as fuck.”

Pressing her against his cousin, the tall man’s arm tightened, wiry as steel around her. Gruffly, he said, “Push out.” He groaned against her shoulder as she did as he asked, and the head of his cock eased into her. As he pushed forward, the pressure took her to her limit. Every time she spasmed around them, she had to work to relax. Kennedy blew out a slow breath, trembling, pinned between their rugged bodies. Bit by bit, the Redhead eased into her. While one man pushed into her from behind, the other pushed up from below. They held her pinned in place between them. Flooded with sensation, she was as drunk from the sex as from the moonshine.

As she swayed and moved, rocking with them, their hands roamed everywhere. Oh, they had definitely done this other times. They knew how to move together. Leaning into Jeremiah, she ground down against him for perfect pressure against her clit. When her body tightened, both men moaned. Every sensation took her higher and her next orgasm raced toward her. Grit dug into her knees. With heat expanding her senses, she was going to fucking blow off toward the moon. Jeremiah jerked under her and that sent her into her own perfectly delicious orgasm. Pleasure waved through them in golden ripples. Kennedy stretched out into her skin. So good. Grunting with every thrust and close to coming, Red gripped her right ankle too hard. His nails tore into her skin and intense pain shattered the last slow ripple of her orgasm, cutting into the bright, beautiful pleasure. She jammed her elbow hard into his ribs and knocked him backward off her.

“What the fuck?” Red cried out, eyes wide with confusion.

Gingerly, she reached for her ankle. A trickle of blood wet her fingers. She rolled off Jeremiah, and his still-hard dick slapped against his belly. She was pissed. “Look at my God damn ankle. What did you do?” Clearly, he had scratched her. Blood smeared across her tattoo. “What the fuck?” Unsteadily, she got to her feet.