“You’ll have to get used to Sam.” There was great affection in Jack’s voice. “He is impetuous, to say the least.”
“I think I can handle it.” With Jack naked in front of her and Sam naked behind her, she reveled in the feeling of being between them.
“Look up,” Jack commanded. “Give me your mouth, sweetheart.”
She tilted her head up and gave him what he wanted. Jack’s lips touched hers, and she felt his tongue demanding entry. Her mouth softened, allowing him to press her lips apart and sweep inside. His tongue plunged in as he slanted his mouth over hers. Jack held her face in place, and she felt the delicious thrill of Sam’s teeth on the back of her neck. Sam’s hands trailed down her spine. He grasped the zipper of her dress and slowly lowered it. The dress hit the floor, and she started to step out of her heels.
“No.” Jack’s hands pulled her bra off. “The shoes stay. Sam, hang up her dress. You might not care that you’re walking around wrinkled, but Abigail does.”
Sam went to hang up the dress while Jack pulled her into the hard circle of his body. His erection prodded her belly, but he took the time to hug her to him, cuddling them close together. The light sprinkling of hair on his well-muscled chest tickled her nipples as he held her, obviously enjoying the contact. Suddenly, Sam’s erection nuzzled her backside as he got in on the action.
“Come on, Jack.” Sam’s voice was deep. “Cuddling is for after. I want to fuck.”
She felt Jack’s deep chuckle against her body. “All right, Sam. Always so impatient. On your knees in front of Sam, sweetheart.”
She turned and dropped to her knees. She felt Jack kneel behind her. His warm hands cupped the curve of her hips and ran down her buttocks. Her cheeks were still sensitive from the spanking and she shivered at the sensation.
“Take Sam in your mouth, Abigail.”
Sam’s blue eyes were deep as he stood before her with his cock in his hand. He stepped forward to tease her lips with the head. “Open for me.”
“Go slow,” Jack instructed her. “Lick him first and keep your hands off him. Use your mouth.”
She did as he asked, balancing on her knees as she leaned forward to delicately lick the head of Sam’s dick. She paid close attention to the slit in the head, allowing the tip of her tongue to briefly thrust inside. He was salty and silky on her tongue, and she loved the taste of him.
Sam moaned as she ran her tongue along the underside of his cock. “Fuck, Abby, that feels good. Touch my balls, baby.”
For someone who liked to be told what to do, Sam didn’t have any trouble barking out orders, Abby thought with a smile.
She briefly turned to look at Jack. He was in charge. Jack nodded his permission. She brought her right hand up to gently roll his sensitive sac. Sam growled with pleasure as she licked up and down his rock-hard length and cupped his balls.
“Feed her your cock, Sam.” Jack moved behind her. “Spread your legs, Abby. Whatever I do to you, you don’t lose that cock until he comes, understood?”
Jack didn’t wait for an answer, which was good, since she found her mouth suddenly full. Sam pressed forward. His hands tangled in her hair, gripping it firmly. He looked down at her, and his face was a mask of lust.
“Do you know what this is doing to me, Abby?” The question was a guttural groan. “The sight of my cock disappearing into that hot mouth of yours is the sexiest thing ever. Take it all in. Relax, baby. You can take me. You can take all of me.”
“She’ll take all of you,” Jack stated. She was glad Jack was so certain because she was struggling a bit. Sam was an awful lot of man. “She’ll take all of you, and when you come, she’s going to swallow. As for me, I think I’ll eat some of this incredibly ripe pussy.”
Jack slid underneath her. He lifted his head up slightly, and his tongue slid into her slick slit. Abby cried out around Sam’s dick.
“Don’t you lose that cock.” Jack’s fingers slipped into her pussy as his tongue placed firm pressure on the pearl of her clit. “You come all you like, but I’ll stop if you lose Sam.”
Sam gripped her hair firmly. “She won’t lose me. How long before I can come?”
“If you want to come with her, you should fuck that mouth, Sam. Her clit is ready to go off. I give her thirty seconds.”
Sam pulled and pushed her head as he fucked her mouth. He worked her hard, but she barely noticed. Jack was sucking her clit between his teeth, his fingers curled deep inside her, and it was all she could do to breathe.
An orgasm shot through her, pulsing like a great wave through her pussy and outward. As Jack continued to lick her, she relaxed and let Sam use her mouth. He thrust in staccato rhythms as his dick seemed to get even bigger.
Sam held her hair and pushed his cock to the back of her throat. When she swallowed around him, he let himself go. She loved how crazy she could make him. He groaned as he came in her mouth. She swallowed as fast as she could, not wanting to miss a drop. She continued to lavish affection on his dick as it softened.
Sam went on his knees and caught her as she started to pitch forward. She fell into his arms as Jack slid out from under her. Sam took her mouth again, this time with his own. His kiss was sweet and grateful, and he played with her tongue for what seemed like the longest time.
Sam held her close as she shook with the aftermath of her orgasm. “That was amazing, baby. I love how you respond to me. You don’t hold anything back. Do you know how sexy that is?”
“It isn’t hard to go wild with you.” The way he was looking at her made her feel beautiful and precious.
“Back on your hands and knees, sweetheart.” Jack’s deep voice rumbled out the order.
She immediately complied and spread her knees, anticipating Jack’s penetration. He was the only one who hadn’t come yet. She closed her eyes and waited for the glorious feeling of Jack filling her wet pussy.
“This is going to be a little cold, darlin’.”
She bit back a gasp at the feeling of Jack parting the cheeks of her ass and a cold substance being shoved gently up her anus. Yep, she hadn’t been expecting that. She shivered slightly as he pressed against her flesh.
“What was that?” Abby asked, even as she figured out the answer for herself.
“It’s lubricant.” Sam’s voice was soothing. “Jack is going to insert a plug, and it’s going to stretch you to get you ready. Do you understand?”
She took a deep breath and nodded. The plug touched her and she groaned as it pushed against the super-tight muscles of her sphincter.
Sam murmured to her while stroking her hair. “Just relax.”
Easy for him to say. Jack pushed the plug gently forward. Sam wasn’t having something shoved up his ass to make way for something even bigger to later be shoved up his ass. Abby concentrated on breathing and letting Jack have his way. Lots of women did this. Many of the women in her books dealt with anal plugs, and they seemed to like them just fine.
“Push back for me, sweetheart,” Jack ordered.
Abby groaned as she shoved her ass toward Jack and the plug slipped in. She wriggled at the tightness she felt, but once it pushed past the initial ring of her anus, there wasn’t any pain. There was a strange sort of discomfort, but she could probably get used to it.
She felt Jack place a kiss on the small of her back before he got up. Sam held her hand to steady her while she rose to her feet. The plug felt odd, but she was learning that the tight feel could be pleasurable as well. Jack got on the bed on his knees. Her eyes widened at the sight of his big cock curved up along his stomach. It was so hard it looked painful.
Jack sheathed it quickly in a condom, and then Sam was lifting her up, seeming to know instinctively what Jack wanted. She found herself on her hands and knees facing Sam. He stood at the edge of the bed, seemingly ready to watch the action. She felt the heat from Jack’s body cover her skin as he came up against her back. Sam leaned down and kissed her gently, and she felt Jack’s hands on her hips and his
cock seeking entrance.
Jack pushed her slightly forward, pulling down on her hips and pushing up into her pussy. Even as wet as she was from her recent orgasm, she groaned as Jack fought his way in.
“Fuck,” Jack groaned. “She’s so fucking tight.”
He pushed himself in another inch.
She struggled to stay on her knees. She’d never felt so full. It was uncomfortable and thrilling at the same time.
“You’re so beautiful, Abby.” She could hear Sam’s sweet words. “I am so crazy about you. I can’t wait until we can share you. Think of it, all three of us together. That’s how it should be.”
Sam’s hands came forward to mold her breasts. His fingers plucked at her nipples. Sam wasn’t good at just watching. She’d figured that out rapidly. He dropped to his knees in front of her, trying to join in. Jack found a rhythm, and she started a glorious, slow build toward another peak.
“You feel so good, sweetheart,” Jack groaned from behind as he pushed and pulled his way in and out of her body. “You’re so perfect for us.”
Jack’s breathing became labored, and she knew he was getting close. She wasn’t, but she was okay with that. Jack had already given her a monster orgasm. She could handle it if she didn’t come this time.
Jack wasn’t having that. He pulled her up, giving Sam a good view of her pussy. Abby was on her knees, her back nearly flush against Jack’s chest. He held her tight, his cock still deeply embedded.
“Stroke her,” Jack demanded hoarsely. “I’m gonna come.”
Sam was on the bed in a heartbeat. His eager hand quickly parted her slick labia, and the minute he firmly stroked her clit, she went flying. Her fingers dug into Sam’s shoulders as she felt the orgasm explode along her every nerve. She sobbed against Sam and pushed back to get every second of sensation. Jack hammered into her as he reached his own orgasm. His low groan was music to her, and she shoved her ass toward him, helping him to go as deep as he could. He finally exploded inside her. Jack fell forward, pushing her into Sam, who laughed as they all tried to fit on the tiny bed. Jack rested against her back as he came out of her body.
“I love you,” she heard herself whisper. “I love you both.”
Jack stilled behind her, and for the barest moment, she wondered if that had been a terrible mistake. She hadn’t meant to say it. God, she hadn’t meant to feel it. She shouldn’t feel it.
“I love you, too, Abigail,” he said, sounding terribly vulnerable.
She knew in that moment that he had never said those words before to any woman. She couldn’t take them back. She couldn’t.
Maybe it could work.
Sam’s smile was sweet as he kissed her forehead. “I loved you the moment I saw you.”
She let her head rest on Sam’s shoulder and her hand trailed back so her fingers tangled in Jack’s hair. She had everything she could have hoped for in that moment, and just then, it seemed like it would be enough.
11
The big Grandfather clock in the living room chimed the nine o’clock hour, but Ruby Echols wasn’t even beginning to think about going to bed. There was no real point in it. She had gone to bed at the traditional hour of ten o’clock for the last month as a matter of principle, but she slept very little. Every single night Ruby lay awake knowing that dirty whore was back in town. How was she supposed to sleep knowing her own sweet son was buried in the ground while the woman who had led him to his death was having a grand old time?
Ever since the moment Abigail Moore sauntered back into town, Ruby’s life had been taken over again by the rage that had simmered close to the surface for twenty years. Adam had been her beautiful baby. He was headstrong, but that was to be expected. He was handsome, rich, and smart. Arrogance went hand-in-hand with that. Unfortunately, he also had a man’s terrible taste in females.
Had Adam lived, he would have come to his senses. He would never have actually married someone of Abigail’s class. He would have realized he had a future that couldn’t possibly involve a tramp like that red-haired hussy.
Ruby felt a smile cross her face. Yes. It was all going to be fine. Adam would attend the finest schools and take his rightful place in proper society. She already had a girl picked out for Adam. Claire Winbourne would make a lovely bride. She was blonde and looked elegant in designer clothing. She wasn’t fat like the Moore girl. What men saw in fat women Ruby couldn’t understand. She herself had always maintained a proper figure. She ate very little because to be full meant one lacked restraint. It was what a lady did. Adam’s wife would be slender and graceful.
She put a hand to her head as the pain came. It flashed through her head and brought her back to the present.
Claire had married Walter, not Adam. Claire couldn’t marry Adam because Adam died.
Sometimes she got these things mixed up. Claire had married Walter, and Walter had screwed everything up. Now he was married to some fat girl named Jan who had been a secretary at one time.
“Mother Echols?”
She looked up to see fat Jan in the doorway. Jan Lane Echols was a brunette with large breasts. They made her look trashy, and Ruby had offered to pay for plastic surgery to help her look more like a lady, but Jan refused. Ruby carefully schooled her expression. She had done everything she could to get rid of the gold digger, but it hadn’t worked. Now she had to deal with the fact that her granddaughters would grow up to be the sort of women who should be dancing half-naked for tips. The stupid cow hadn’t even managed to produce a single son.
“What is it you want, Janice?” Ruby asked evenly.
“I came down to see if you needed anything. I heard the rumors about what happened at Delbert’s. I thought it might upset you.”
The thought made her smile. She’d gotten the news earlier in the evening and had reveled in the gossip. More than one of her friends had called, all taking great delight in informing her of the whore’s dismissal. The fact that the Moore girl had thought she would be welcome in a genteel place like Delbert’s boggled the mind. Well, the idiot had never been very smart. The fool had turned down the money she offered her to stay away from Adam.
“It didn’t upset me at all. It simply proves that society still works. A person of her character should not be allowed to mingle with the rest of us.”
Jan’s blue eyes rolled. It was further proof that her daughter-in-law wasn’t Echols material. Sarcasm had no place in a properly bred lady. “You need to be careful, Mother Echols. She wasn’t alone tonight. She was with Sam Fleetwood and Jack Barnes. You might not approve of their lifestyle, but there is no question you don’t want to upset those men.”
A brief vision of Jack Barnes entered her head. He was dark and handsome, like Adam. He was broader, but Adam would have been broader, too, had he been allowed to reach maturity. Adam would have taken on a man’s build and authority. Sometimes, she got confused and saw Adam when she was looking at Jack Barnes. Ruby waved off the statement, her big diamond ring catching the light. It shouldn’t shock her that Abigail Moore was trying to get her hooks into the Barnes fellow. She’d heard he was considered quite the up and comer in the business community.
“They have no place in society.” Neither man ever attended socials or the charity balls. They might have money, but they weren’t socially powerful.
“Only because they don’t want to,” Jan replied. “I don’t know how serious they are about Abby Moore, but I wouldn’t want to get between Jack Barnes and something he wanted. I’m asking you to think about Walter before you do anything to hurt that girl. I wouldn’t want Walter’s election to get nasty.”
“You worry about Walter’s campaign.” She was against him moving to Austin, but she certainly wouldn’t let him fail. Failure wasn’t something an Echols did. “And I’ll take care of that whore.”
Jan started back up the stairs, but turned, her mouth a flat line. “I don’t get what your problem with Abby is. I know she had a thing for Adam, but it’s been twenty years. Isn’t it time to
let go of all this anger? People change and she seems perfectly nice. I had lunch at the café with the girls. She was really sweet to them. Everything I’ve learned about that woman points to how fine a life she’s led since she left town.”
She stood up, reaching her full five-foot height and feeling rage well within her. “You took my granddaughters to meet the whore who killed their uncle?”
She might not care for the girls, but they carried the Echols name and would not be allowed to sully it.
“Adam was killed in an accident and it was twenty years ago.” Jan’s mouth firmed, and she crossed her arms stubbornly. “I’m not going to have some twenty-year-old feud hurt Walter’s chances of getting elected. The way you treated that girl was shameful then and ridiculous now, and I won’t do it. I am not going to pretend she doesn’t exist. I intend to ask Ms. Moore if my daughters can meet their cousin. They won’t have any more, so I think it’s important that they know the family they do have.”
The crack of her open hand against Jan’s face resounded through the room. Pain bit through her palm, racing up her arm, but she ignored it. She was sixty-eight and knew people considered her physically weak. They didn’t understand the strength that a righteous cause could give her.
Walter flew to his wife’s side, surprising them both. Walter’s arms went around Jan, hugging her to him. “Are you all right, baby?”
Jan pulled away from him and rubbed her reddened cheek. “I’ve had enough. I never wanted to push this, but I am going to now, Walter. I love you. It’s me or her. I don’t want her influencing my girls anymore.”
“You idiot,” she sneered at her daughter-in-law. “A boy never leaves his mother.”
Walter was quiet for a moment. “I’ve been thinking a lot about that lately, Mother. I’ve been thinking about all the times you held me and lavished your love on me. It didn’t take long to go through those memories since they didn’t exist. Everything you had was reserved for Adam. Every bit of love you had in your heart was for him, not me. No matter how hard I try, I can’t make up for the fact that Adam is dead. I’ll be damned if my girls have to live like that, too. Only one person has ever loved me for being me. Mother, if you think I would choose you over Jan, you really have lost your damn mind.” He looked to his wife. “Pack up the girls. We’ll stay in the motel tonight. I’ll find us a place to live tomorrow.”
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