“You get out of town, you whore!”
She sighed and touched the screen to hang up as she maneuvered Jack’s enormous black truck onto the street across from Christa’s house. The thing drove like a tank. Those phone calls were becoming more and more frequent. She would have to change her number soon.
Ruby Echols enjoyed calling her far too much.
She couldn’t help but think about Adam every time she got one of those calls. It was odd how it all seemed like a dream at times, like something that had happened to another person. At other times the memory was so fresh she could hear his voice, see the way his dark hair had curled around his ears.
She couldn’t help but remember how they’d parted. He’d gotten jealous and she’d been sick of having to justify herself over and over again. Their fight had been loud and public. Adam had driven off, swearing they were over. Then he’d gotten drunk and wrapped his car around a tree.
Damn, but she’d been young then. Now she had to wonder if they would have made it. Could they have actually had something long term? Or had she gotten swept up in young love and passion and drama?
Was she getting swept up in the same thing all over again?
She parked Jack’s truck and tried not to think about what he’d done to her last night. It was impossible. Her whole body hummed happily, reminding her how well the men had used her. She had needed it. She was single and no longer had an impressionable teenager under her roof. She was free to play around.
Except last night hadn’t felt like playing. It felt serious and that worried her. The way they talked to her and held her made her think they were guys she could fall for.
She rested her head down on the steering wheel with a groan. Not going there. She wasn’t seventeen and naïve. She was thirty-seven years old. Jack and Sam were younger than she was. She had a certain reputation, and those men required the goodwill of the community to do business here. If the Echols family chose to, they could probably cut off Sam and Jack from vital resources. They could stop their feed supply or screw with their financing at the bank. They would do it, too, just to spite her. Even if she was brave enough to have a crazy relationship with two men, it would hurt them in the end.
She opened the door and jumped down. Jack would ease out of the seat, but she practically needed to pole vault out of the thing. She’d felt so petite when she stood between Jack and Sam. It was their fault. She was a perfectly normal-sized woman, but they were practically giants.
Giants who had taken such sweet care of her last night.
She would have to resist them next time, though. It was for their own good. The night before she hadn’t been thinking about anything but her own wants and needs. She owed it to them to protect them. They didn’t understand how this town worked. Her friends could accept her all they liked, but without Ruby Echols’s support, she was a pariah.
She was getting ready to text Jack and let him know he could pick up his truck at Mike’s when she turned the corner onto Christa’s street. She would leave the keys with Mike and maybe he and Christa would even drive it back out to them.
Maybe a flirty thank you text would be a good way to leave things between the three of them. After all, men often backed off once they had what they wanted. It would make things far easier on all of them if they did.
Then she got a look at her car. “Damn it.”
The plan to take her car to work was blown to hell because someone had spray-painted WHORE across the hood and slashed her tires. Luckily, the car was in the carport, and no one could see the vandalism from the street. Abby took a deep breath and banished the tears that threatened. She had promised Christa she could have Sunday mornings to spend with her family, and she meant to keep that promise. She wouldn’t wilt away because some jerk thought it was funny to humiliate her.
She could go to the sheriff, but it wouldn’t do any good. He would make an obligatory report and then nothing would be done about it. She would ask Mike for advice later. In the meantime, she would be driving the tank. It served Jack right since he was the one who had insisted on leaving her car behind. If he’d let her drive her own car, it wouldn’t have been defaced.
God, she wanted to call Jack. She wanted to call him and cry and throw the whole thing in his lap. He would take care of it and Sam would cuddle her and coddle her until she felt better.
She hopped back into Jack’s monster truck and tried to pull away from the street. She closed her eyes when she heard the door scrape against Mike’s trailer as she tried to make a too tight U-turn.
Jack was gonna kill her.
Maybe he’d just spank her. It might make her day.
Maybe, she thought as she pulled away from the scene of her crime, it wouldn’t hurt to see them one more time.
If they wanted to see her again. No one had to know. If they kept it very, very quiet, she might even manage a couple of nights with them.
She could remember her time with them for the rest of her life. It would be a shield against all the lonely nights to come.
Well, if Jack didn’t kill her for wrecking his car.
Two hours later, she smoothed down the skirt of her uniform. It was a pale pink waitress uniform that Christa had all of her waitstaff wear. It was unforgiving, but she wore it anyway. Luckily, Christa also kept a few around in case a waitress spilled something. Abby had been able to change into a fresh one.
The short-order cook shouted out that her order was up, and Abby grabbed the plates of scrambled eggs and pancakes and moved toward Kyle Morgan’s table. He sat with his two young boys. Abby had gone to school with Kyle and had heard he’d gone through a divorce a couple of years back. He’d kept custody and seemed to have survived with very little bitterness. He was a regular customer, and she liked talking to him. He smiled at her as she set down his breakfast.
“Thank you, Abby,” he said, and both his kids thanked her as well.
“Do you need some more coffee? I think they made a fresh pot.”
“I would love some.” Kyle’s hand covered hers as she turned to grab the coffeepot from the counter. He was handsome, but she’d never thought of him in a man-woman way. He was a friend she hadn’t seen in a very long time. “I was wondering. I thought maybe you could come by the house tonight for supper. I was going to grill some steaks. I thought it would be a good way to catch up.”
“I’m afraid Abby has plans for tonight,” a low voice growled behind her.
She nearly jumped out of her skin. She pulled her hand quickly away from Kyle and wondered why she felt guilty. She hadn’t been doing anything wrong. Jack looked like she had, though. At least Sam looked happy to see her.
Kyle’s eyes widened. “Does she?”
Sam slapped Kyle on the back. He managed to make the gesture friendly. “She does, indeed.” Sam looked at the young boys. “How’s the team going?”
The boys smiled and chattered about their baseball games. Kyle looked a bit rueful as his gaze switched between the men. “The team really appreciated the new uniforms and the lighting system is incredible. It’s really helped those kids. They love baseball. Now they can play night games since we have the lights. As their coach, I have to say thank you. You’ve made a huge difference in those kids’ lives.”
“Glad to help, Kyle.” Jack’s eyes were still dark.
Sam chatted with the kids, and Kyle leaned forward, directing his attention to Jack. “Is that the way it is, then?”
“It is,” Jack replied firmly.
“What is?” Abby didn’t understand the masculine byplay. She had the notion that this cryptic conversation was all about her, but neither man was actually looking at her.
Kyle’s head fell back and he laughed. “Well, hell, I always did say it would take two men to tame Abigail Elizabeth Moore.”
“Kyle Morgan!” Abby looked around the café. Sure enough, people were staring.
“Remember that,” Jack said blandly as he took Abby’s hand. “I need to talk to Abby about a little thing
called grand theft auto. Sherry, take her tables for a bit, will you?”
She found herself being hustled back toward Christa’s small office as Sherry, the other waitress, leapt into action. Did everyone jump to do Jack Barnes’s bidding when he opened his mouth? Abby was willing to admit he was a strong man, but he needed to understand she wasn’t a doormat.
“Don’t you push me around.” Abby found herself being herded through the door.
She turned to face Jack and forced herself to stand her ground as he looked at her. He really could be intimidating when he wanted. Abby stepped up and went toe-to-toe with him. Unfortunately, it meant she had to crane her neck to look up at him.
She reached up and poked him straight in the chest. “You don’t scare me, Jack Barnes.”
“I can tell,” he said with a sexy smile. His mouth turned down as he got serious. “Maybe you better get a little scared, though, darlin’. Let’s go over all the ways you have insulted me today.”
“I wasn’t insulting you,” she protested.
“You left this morning without so much as a kiss good-bye. Do you how much that hurts a man? Sam didn’t even get in his cuddling time. He gets cranky without it. Were you using us for sex, Abigail?”
“That’s ridiculous.” Her hands unconsciously went to his chest and started rubbing soothingly. Now that he was close and they were alone, she was thinking about all sorts of things she’d rather do than fight with him. All the reasons she had given herself earlier seemed far away now that Jack was standing right in front of her. He was here and solid and she wanted to feel good for a few minutes. No one in her life made her feel the way Jack and Sam did. “Of course I didn’t do that.”
Jack’s face could have been carved from granite. “How am I supposed to know that? I worshipped you last night. I told you how I felt. You said nothing, and then this morning you left, stealing my truck in the process.”
“I didn’t mean to make you worry.” Jack was really upset. They had been serious about having her in their lives. Her heart seized at the thought of having them with her all the time.
“Then I walk in to try to talk to you, try to figure out what we did wrong last night…”
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” she said quickly. “You and Sam were perfect.”
“Then why were you making a date with Kyle Morgan?”
“I wasn’t making a date with Kyle Morgan.” How could he even think such a thing? Getting busy with Kyle Morgan was the furthest thing from her mind. “He wanted to catch up. We went to high school together.”
“Don’t be naïve, Abby.” Jack pulled up a chair and sat down. “He was asking you out. He wants a mama for his kids and a sweet body in his bed. He must have thought he hit the jackpot when you sashayed back into town.”
Kyle coached high school football. There was no way he could be seriously contemplating a relationship with her. Walter Echols was on the school board. He might be running for a higher office, but Adam’s younger brother would never be so absorbed with his campaign that he couldn’t crush one man’s career.
“I wasn’t going to date Kyle Morgan.”
Jack pulled her into his lap, and she steadied herself on his broad shoulders. She was already responding to him. How could she want him again so soon after last night?
“Why wouldn’t you go out with him?” Jack asked quietly, his hand tipping her face up to look at him.
“Because I don’t want anyone but you and Sam. I haven’t since I walked back into town.”
Jack’s lips curled up a bit. He leaned over and brushed his mouth lightly against hers, leaving her wanting more. His hand played on her knees and threatened to go straight up her skirt.
“Jack, we can’t,” she whispered. “People might be able to hear.”
“Then you’ll have to be quiet, won’t you, darlin’? I know that will be hard for you. You make a lot of noise, and I love it.” Jack had a devilish look on his face. “We still need to figure out how you can make up for stealing my truck.”
She had a wicked idea. Jack and Sam made her forget her inhibitions. The truth was no one would come back here. And very few people were in the café to have even seen her walk off with Jack. And hell, half the town still called her a whore under their breaths. Why shouldn’t she at least earn their scorn?
But that wasn’t what this was about. For a while, she could go wild again. Just for a few more weeks—if she was careful—she could feel young and free again.
She slid off his lap and got to her knees in front of him. Jack’s cock immediately responded. She touched the denim of his jeans and felt the long, thick line of his erection. Jack sighed while she gently lowered the zipper. The previous night, the boys had been intent on pleasuring her. Jack had been right to say they worshipped her. They made her feel like a goddess, but she hadn’t been required to do more than lay back and enjoy it.
She’d missed actively participating. They hadn’t asked her to suck them off, and that had been a mistake. Jack shifted in the chair, pushing his jeans and briefs down. Nope. She hadn’t had enough time to appreciate the cock in front of her. Reaching out, she let her fingertips skim the soft skin covering that rock-hard erection.
“Lick the head,” he said, his voice low.
She let her tongue reach out to delicately lick the broad purple crown of Jack’s cock. He moaned, letting her know how much he liked it. She treated it like a delicious ice cream cone she wanted to savor, curling her tongue around the ridge and sucking the head lightly into her mouth. The tip of her tongue delved gently into the slit, licking the salty confection already forming there. She loved this, genuinely loved sucking cock, pleasuring her partner.
“That’s right, darlin’. Damn, your mouth feels good.” His hands found her hair, and before she knew it, her ponytail was gone and Jack’s fingers were tangled in her long hair. “Take me deeper now.”
Abby obliged, loving the feel of his hardness against her tongue. He was all steel and silky skin, and she loved the way his cock jumped when she lightly licked it, as if it was seeking her out. She relaxed her jaw and let him sink deeper into the warm wetness of her mouth.
“God, that feels incredible. Suck harder.”
He tightened his grip on her hair and slowly fed her his length. She didn’t panic as he filled her, simply breathed through her nose and let her tongue swirl around as much as it could with what little room was left.
“Take it all, darlin’. Swallow me down.”
Jack thrust his cock deeper.
“Baby,” Jack warned, “baby, you’re gonna make me come.”
She pushed farther until she could feel the head of his cock touch the back of her throat. Reaching up and caressing his tight sac, she pointedly swallowed around him. Jack groaned and held her head on him as he spurted his semen into her mouth. Her throat worked furiously to suck it all down. It was salty sweet, and she licked it off his dick as he softened inside her.
Jack’s hands were gentle in her hair. She looked up at him, and his eyes were so tender. Had any woman ever seen him looking so vulnerable before? Oh, she was in so deep with the both of them. With Jack and Sam. It both terrified and thrilled her. She had thought this feeling long past her. She’d loved her husband. They had been friends first, and then lovers and partners in raising her daughter. If she was honest with herself, she’d married Benjamin as much for Lexi’s sake as her own.
What she felt for Jack and Sam had nothing to do with anyone but the three of them.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” Jack’s voice was deep with sexual satisfaction. He tucked himself back into his briefs and redid the fly of his jeans.
Smiling brightly, she came off her knees and settled herself back on Jack’s lap. She held her face up, ready for his kiss. “You’re welcome. I hope that makes up for me leaving this morning. I should have stayed and cuddled.”
Now that she thought about it, she was upset she’d missed cuddling time. If she kept it quiet, maybe she could manag
e an affair with the two of them. She had to keep them off the Echols’s family radar.
Lightly brushing his lips across hers, Jack’s hands went firmly to her waist. “I am properly placated for your very rude exit from our bed this morning.”
Quicker than she could think, Abby found herself flipped over and turned across Jack’s knee.
“What the hell?” How had he moved so quickly? She wasn’t exactly a lightweight, but he’d picked her up and maneuvered her like she weighed nothing at all.
“But there is still the matter of one stolen and damaged truck,” Jack announced in that voice Abby was beginning to realize meant business. One big hand caressed her bottom as the other held her down.
“Now, Jack.” Abby tried hard not to laugh because that might upset him further. She had no honest fear of him at all. He would never hurt her, and frankly, she was curious. The last few years had been one long, dry spell, and she’d filled in the dreary space with an astonishing amount of erotica. Jack might think she was intimidated, but in truth, she was already getting hot. Sucking him off had made her wet and ready. His hand getting ready to spank her did nothing to change that fact.
Submissive. That was the word for how she was feeling. Submissive and hot and ready. “I’m sorry about the truck. I have depth perception issues.”
He flipped the pink skirt of her uniform up to her waist, uncovering the bikini panties she wore.
“These won’t do.” With a strong jerk, he pulled the panties off her hips and they tangled around her knees, leaving the twin globes of her ass exposed. She couldn’t help but wiggle as his hand cupped her mound. His deep chuckle warmed her. “Now, what do we have here? You’re already wet, Abigail. I guess I don’t have to worry about scaring you off. I am more than willing to let you drive my truck whenever you like, darlin’.”
Jack teased her with his long fingers. A moan came from deep inside her. She wasn’t trying to get away. Not at all. She wanted to tempt him inside. “I’m even willing to deal with your depth perception issues. But you have to deal with the discipline I will hand out for every ding you put on that fine piece of machinery.”
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