“Don’t give her ultimatums.” Sam sounded a bit desperate. “I thought we’d give her a taste before we forced her to make a decision. Baby, why don’t you let us play around a little? I promise you’ll want us.”
She looked up into Jack’s forest-green eyes. They were very serious as he stared at her. His hand came up to cup her face. He forced her to look at him and Abby felt his will. It should scare the crap out of her, but she found it amazingly sexy. This was a man who would always keep his promises, no matter what it cost him.
“She already wants us.” Jack brushed his thumb across her mouth. It was all she could do to not open her mouth and suck his thumb in. “She just needs to admit it. Can you tell me you haven’t spent the last few weeks thinking about this? Thinking about you and me and Sam coming together in bed?”
“No,” she said. Jack’s eyes flared, and she felt compelled to continue. “I have thought about it, but I’m scared.”
The time for honesty was here. She could run, and they would probably accept her decision. She could give in and enjoy the sex and walk away. Or she could ask for what she wanted. She could be brave and tell them what she needed and what she was scared of. If she did that and it all fell apart, then she would have to forgive herself. She’d learned that one of the great joys of maturing was learning how to forgive herself.
“What are you scared of?” A deep crease appeared in Sam’s forehead. He walked up to her and leaned forward. “Honey, we want to take care of you. We don’t want to hurt you.”
She felt tears pricking at the edge of her eyes. Everything in her was screaming for that to be true. She wanted them. She craved them.
“You could be lying to me. You could want to make me look bad.” She could hear her teenaged self in the statement. She felt every bit as vulnerable as she had then. The last month she’d spent with these two disparately different men had been one of the best of her life. Every evening they’d spent together over the last month had made her want them more. More than once, she’d fantasized about them sweeping into the diner and carrying her away. Lately, when things went wrong, her first thought was to call Jack. Now that her fantasy seemed to be coming true, she didn’t trust fate.
Jack’s hands came out and soothingly rubbed the back of her neck. He hadn’t stopped touching her once. “Sweetheart, why would you say something like that? Why would we want to make you look bad?”
“Because the Echols family wants me out of town.” Her heart soared when she saw the complete confusion on their faces. They couldn’t make that up.
“Are you talking about that crazy old biddy who runs the church socials?” Jack seemed to struggle to place a name with a face. “She always looks at me funny.”
“Ruby. That’s her name.” Sam frowned. “She’s real unpleasant to me. Why would we do anything for her? For that matter, why would she care that you’re in town?”
Hope swelled inside her. They really weren’t gay, and they really weren’t working for Ruby Echols. If that was true, then she had to assume they wanted her. It suddenly didn’t matter that they were in a bathroom in a public place. She couldn’t wait to feel their mouths pressed to hers. It wasn’t forever. The universe didn’t work that way, but she could have this moment. She could have a few weeks with them.
“It doesn’t matter. Kiss me.”
“Which one?” Sam asked.
Abby continued to smile, looking from gorgeous man to gorgeous man. “It doesn’t matter, but one of you should kiss me.”
Jack’s eyes never left her face. “Sam, take care of that door. We wouldn’t want anyone walking in.”
Sam cursed and bemoaned his fate, but he walked back and took his previous position.
Jack took Abby’s face in both his hands. “I’m completely crazy about you, Abigail Moore.” He leaned over and finally, after what seemed to Abby like a lifetime of wanting, pressed his mouth to hers.
Abby felt helpless against the onslaught of desire that rocketed through her as Jack took her mouth. He plundered it, his tongue gently forcing its way in and dancing strongly around hers. She held on to his lean waist for dear life as he slanted over her mouth again and again. He poured his will into her and everything inside her responded. She felt that kiss in her pussy and already she was slick and warm. Jack’s hands reached up and pulled at the band that held up her hair. He set it free and pulled back to look at the mane of auburn locks he’d unleashed.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Jack breathed almost reverently as he stroked her hair. In that moment, with Jack’s green eyes looking at her like she was some goddess he was worshipping, Abby felt gorgeous.
“Why don’t we take this home, people?” Sam’s voice was tight. Abby looked back at Sam, and his blue eyes were dark with passion.
He wanted to go home so he could join in. He wanted to have his turn. The thought should have turned her off, but all it did was get her hotter.
Jack’s lips turned up in a lazy smile. “You’ll have to forgive Sam, darlin’. He’s always so impatient. Always has been.” Jack suddenly lifted her up and set her on the counter. He looked back at his friend with great affection. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve told him that anticipation is the best part?”
Jack’s hands pushed up the skirt of her uniform.
“Anticipation is damn frustrating, Jack. And I’ve been anticipating for weeks,” Sam complained.
Even from her vantage point, she could see the erection tenting Sam’s jeans.
“Jack? Maybe Sam’s right. People will know something’s going on in here.”
“Hush,” Jack ordered. His tongue traced the shell of her ear. Abby sighed and let her head fall forward against his shoulder. It felt so good she suddenly didn’t care if the whole town knew as long as Jack didn’t stop. His long fingers teased their way into her panties, and she heard a low chuckle come from deep within his chest.
“Oh, Sam is going to love you, darling,” he whispered wickedly in her ear. He gently parted her pussy. His middle finger began to circle her clit.
“Oh, god, Jack,” Abby panted. She couldn’t help it. She pushed back against his hand, wanting to force it lower. She wanted his fingers deep inside her.
“You want to come, Abigail?” Jack’s voice was hard and sexy against her ear.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Should I let her come, Sam?”
“I don’t know, Jack,” Sam replied, his voice husky. “She did think we were gay.”
Jack’s fingers moved down and dipped into her soaking wet pussy. Abby cried out. He pushed in one and then two fingers. “I think we’ll have to forgive her for that. Let’s make it plain from here on out exactly how much we want her.”
He moved suddenly and with power. Jack lifted her up. Her back was against the wall, and he moved between her thighs.
“Wrap your legs around me. Follow my lead. This part is all about you. This part is lovely and sweet and it’s for you.” Jack pushed against her, placing the hard ridge of his erection right against her clit. “Can you follow my instructions?”
“Yes.” She squirmed against his jean-clad erection. There was only his jeans and her cotton panties between them now. He felt so good against her.
“Yes, Jack,” he corrected. “You say my name when I’m fucking you.”
Sam’s face was taut. She could see him plainly over Jack’s shoulder. “Damn it, Jack, you’re killing me here. Finish her off. I want to watch her come.”
“Please, Jack.” Her need was so urgent. She was ready to explode. She could do it if he would rub her clit once. That was all she needed. She was so close. “Please, it’s been so long.”
“Then ride me, baby.” He pushed up against her.
She was caught between the hard wall and an even harder Jack. He kissed her deeply while he stroked her up and down his cock.
“How long has it been, baby?” He never broke the rhythm of his thrusting hips.
Jack had been right. There wa
s something sweet about this. They could have been teenagers stealing pleasure. “Four years,” Abby practically cried.
She heard Sam and Jack’s shock, but she wasn’t concerned with that right then. She tightened her legs around Jack. She was so close. It was right there. “Please.”
“Hush now.” Jack gently nipped her ear, sending electricity through her. “I’ll take care of you.”
His palms wrapped around the globes of her ass, and he pushed up one last time. His big erection slid over her clit.
Abby sobbed when she came.
She was shaking lightly as she came down from the high. Jack transferred her back to the counter. He kissed her gently. His hands pushed back inside her panties.
“You are so wet, darlin’.” Jack continued to lightly caress her pussy, sending her into spasms as he hit her still-sensitive clit. She was boneless against him, and he seemed to revel in it.
“I got the first kiss.” Jack pulled his hand out of her, and she protested the loss. He wasn’t listening. He held his wet fingers out. “You want the first taste?”
Sam’s eyes glazed over. Without hesitation, he left his post to join them. He looked at Jack’s callused fingers coated in her cream.
“You know I do.” Sam’s voice was almost guttural. He leaned over with no self-consciousness and sucked those creamy fingers into his mouth. He licked her arousal off Jack’s fingers. She felt herself getting wet all over again. “Oh, god, she’s so sweet.”
Jack looked at her. He leaned over and kissed her briefly. “No more games, Abigail. We want you to come home with us tonight. We want you with us. Think about it. That was a small taste of what we can do for you, but understand, we want you for more than sex. We’re serious about you. If you can’t say the same, then stay here. We’ll be waiting in the truck.”
He dropped one last kiss on her mouth and then the damn man strode out the door. She watched him go with great regret.
Sam shrugged. “He’s serious. He really won’t bother you again if you don’t come with us. Don’t worry, Abby. I’m not like Jack. I’ll bother you until you’re so sick of me you give in.” Sam took her head in his hands and pressed his lips to hers in an almost innocent kiss. “Make it easy on me. Come home with us.”
Sam left, too. She had to think about it.
For roughly two seconds.
She was out the door, running to catch up. There was no way she was letting them go now.
There was a knowing smile on Jack’s lips as he paid the tab. He winked up at Christa. “Abby’s shift is ending early tonight.”
“It is?” Christa looked at her, her brows rising.
“It is.” Jack sounded sure of himself now. He took her hand and Abby followed him.
And felt herself blushing as she walked out to the truck.
The ride back to the Barnes-Fleetwood Ranch seemed to take forever. Abby sat between Jack and Sam in Jack’s enormous black truck. Her hands were folded in her lap. She was sure she looked very prim and proper and not at all like a woman who had recently ridden a man to orgasm in a bathroom. She felt a smile curl her lips up. It was good to feel naughty.
Jack made it easy on her. He talked about everyday things, calming her and making her feel like this was all normal.
“There it is.” Pride was plain in Sam’s voice as he pointed out the ranch house. It was big, with a wide porch and bay windows. In the distance, Abby could see a big barn and a smaller house. Despite the fact that she’d grown up in Willow Fork, she’d never been out to the Jones spread. Mr. Jones hadn’t been particularly sociable, and his son had been a few years behind her in school.
“It’s huge.” She studied the big ranch house. It looked to be in excellent shape, with a large wraparound porch and neatly kept yard. The driveway had been upgraded to smooth concrete, but she could see where a gravel road led back toward the barn.
“It’s a good house. It has great bones. It was one of the reasons we decided to settle here.” Jack brought the truck to a stop.
She was still dazed when Sam hopped out of the truck. He reached back in to help her out.
“I’m so happy you’re here, Abby.” There was a satisfied smile on Sam’s face.
Jack got out and went to unlock the front door.
“I am, too.” Though now certain problems were popping up. She’d run out of the diner awfully fast. “I probably should have grabbed my bag from Christa’s place. And gotten my car. My car is at Christa’s, too. I could go get it and come back.”
“I’ll take care of everything in the morning.” Jack opened the door. “Trust me to take care of you.”
Sam took her hand and led her swiftly through a long hallway. She got a vague impression of a house that needed a woman’s touch. The house was older, but Jack was right. It had good bones. Sam opened the door to the bedroom. Jack turned on the light behind them while Sam picked her up and then set her gently on the king-sized bed. Sam pulled his clothes off, throwing them in a pile on the floor by the bed. Jack stood over her, looking down with a smile playing on his sensual lips. It was the happiest she could remember seeing Jack since the first time she met him. Her heart filled when she realized she had put that smile on his face.
“I’m going to watch for a while, darlin’.” Jack leaned over to kiss her. He played lightly with her mouth before stepping back with a rueful grin. “I think Sam has some things he would really like to do to you.”
“Damn straight,” Sam said, and Abby’s eyes widened as she got her first good look at him. He was beautiful. His body was rock hard. He had long legs and strong arms. His chest was cut and tapered perfectly to his lean waist and then there was…
“Wow.” Her words came out as a breathy giggle. She looked at Sam’s enormous cock. Long and thick, he was beautiful everywhere.
“That’s what all the girls say. Take off her clothes, Sam.” Jack watched the scene with heavily-lidded eyes. Abby could see his dick straining against his jeans. He seemed to be built on the same monstrous proportions as his friend.
“Anything you say, boss,” Sam drawled. He hauled her into an upright position. His hands moved quickly as he unbuttoned the front of her uniform, pushing it aside and exposing her breasts. He whistled as he stared down at her breasts, barely held in place by a lace demi-cup bra. “Damn, now that is perfect.”
Abby knew she should be feeling self-conscious, but she was still a bit drunk from the first real man-given orgasm she’d had in four years. It gave her a confidence she hadn’t felt in forever. She pulled her arms out of the sleeves and eased out of the uniform. She reached around the back of her bra and quickly twisted the clasp loose. She tossed the bra away, wanting more than anything to feel Sam’s hands on her. She lay back on the big bed.
It was hard to feel self-conscious when Sam looked like he was going to drool. Abby smiled at him. His hands came out to cup her breasts.
“See, these pretty things are begging for me to suck on them.” Sam looked utterly fascinated.
“Get the rest of her clothes off first, Sam,” Jack said quietly, but it was a tone that brooked no disobedience.
Sam nodded, obviously used to following orders. Jack pulled up a chair and sank gracefully down. He unfastened his fly, but he didn’t pull out his cock. A lazy predator who knew he’d get his fill.
“You are beautiful, Abigail.” Sam looked at her with lust in his eyes.
“Right back at ya, Sam,” she managed with a husky laugh. Her hands were still shaking a tiny bit, and she wondered if it was the cold or the fact that she was finally playing out her deepest fantasy. She wasn’t sure why she was so stuck on the idea of being loved by two men. Perhaps it was because both the men in her life that she’d cared about had died and the thought of loving and then being alone again left her hollow. Or perhaps it was simply the way the writers she read made it sound—being surrounded by warmth and pleasure, two men who put her first, who needed her so much they were willing to share…it was a fantasy, but for tonight she
intended to revel in it.
Sam’s warm hands ran up her legs to her hips, where he hooked his thumbs under her bikini panties and dragged them down and off. He swore as he revealed her pussy.
“I told you,” Jack said with a knowing grin. He looked at her, and she began to get the idea that this was where Jack felt comfortable. He was in control. Despite the fact that he wasn’t the one on the bed with her, he was still calling the shots, and that did something for her. Utterly self-assured and confident, Jack watched Sam salivating over her naked body. Jack’s eyes lit up as he looked her over. He leaned forward and palmed her breast, sending a flash of heat through her. “Sam has a thing about pretty, naked pussies. I think he’s finally found his heart’s desire.”
“Ohhh,” Abby moaned as Sam’s fingers ran up the slit of her pussy. It made her very happy she’d kept up her grooming routine during her long dry spell.
“It’s perfect. It looks like a hot, ripe peach, and I love peaches.” Sam climbed onto the bed and settled between her legs.
She couldn’t breathe. He was so close. It had been forever since she’d been this turned on, her every nerve alight with desire. She wanted them, wanted them in a way she hadn’t wanted anything in a long while. It was like someone had flipped a switch and her black and white world had suddenly shifted to vibrant color. Sam hooked her knees over his shoulders, and she felt the heat of his mouth hovering over her, teasing and tempting her.
“Jack?”
She heard Sam ask the question, a plea in his voice.
“Go on, Samuel.” Jack gave the order. “Eat that sweet pussy.”
“With pleasure.”
She bit back a scream as Sam ran his tongue through the full length of her pussy. She felt herself cream as he settled in to torment her. He kissed, licked, and loved her with his tongue and lips.
“Oh, god, Sam,” she ground out as she wound her hands in his curly hair. Sam responded by parting her with his fingers and fucking her with his tongue.
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