Naked Love

by Jones, Lisa Renee

  “Why, Samuel Fleetwood,” she teased, “I had no idea you were attracted to me.”

  “Besides the fact that I practically humped your leg the first time I saw you?” Sam teased right back. “I’ll have to be less subtle.”

  “Not this morning you won’t.” Jack pushed his chair back slightly. “Come here, Abigail.”

  She got out of her chair and realized she was already getting aroused. Just being naked and having their eyes on her got her hot. She wondered when she would get used to them. She hoped never. Jack patted his lap. Abby sat down obligingly, and Jack’s arm went around her waist securely, holding her to him. He offered her a warm blueberry muffin, which she took gratefully. He then proceeded to go back to reading his paper. It was all Abby could do not to laugh. Most men didn’t peruse the paper while naked women ate breakfast in their laps. But it didn’t seem to bother Jack in the least.

  “The organic alfalfa we ordered is coming in today.” Jack continued to read as he spoke to Sam. As far as she could tell, it was some article on business.

  “Good thing, too,” Sam replied, and then they were off on a discussion of all the work coming up later in the year.

  She quickly learned that there were a whole bunch of cows having calves this spring. She didn’t inject herself into the conversation, preferring to listen to the two men talk. Their easy manner with each other was obviously the result of a long, intimate friendship.

  After she was satisfied with her breakfast, she let her head rest against Jack’s shoulder and her hands play on his well-muscled chest. Her mind started to wander in a way it hadn’t for a long while. She suspected she’d stopped daydreaming because her life had been filled with too many responsibilities and she’d had no one to share the burdens with. It had not led to hours of fanciful thoughts. It was pleasant to rediscover the joy of imagination.

  She let her thoughts go where they wanted. Ideas about what she’d like to do with the house played around in her head. Mid-century modern or farmhouse chic? So many choices. She would be considerate, of course. It was obvious any money Jack and Sam made probably went back into the business, but she had a little put away, too. It would be nice to have new furniture to cuddle on. Fabric would be cozier, but she should probably go with leather given the nakedness to which she was supposed to aspire. Sure she might stick to it from time to time, but it was so much easier to keep clean.

  Her eyes closed as visions of the future played out like a movie. They would snuggle on the couch, and then Jack would look down and kiss her. Sam would have to get in on that. His hands were always restless, and they would move over her, stroking her until she was crazy for them. She would spread herself out so they didn’t miss an inch of what belonged to them. It was all right because the belonging went both ways. Jack would growl low in his throat right before he pounced…

  “Is she asleep?” Sam’s voice poked through her reverie.

  She felt Jack laugh deep in his chest. “I think she’s dozing. Apparently, our in-depth discussion of calving has made her sleepy.”

  “Was just thinking,” she murmured.

  “About what?” Jack’s voice took on a low, sexy timbre that made Abby suspect he knew what she’d been thinking.

  “You and Sam.”

  Jack’s hand moved on her thigh, slowly climbing up. “Spread your legs.” Without thinking, she complied. Jack’s fingers met her warm honey and started to part her gently, stroking in and out. “What exactly were you thinking about us? Whatever it was, it seems to have inspired you. Should I take care of this?”

  * * *

  Jack watched his fingers slip in and out of her pussy. She was slippery wet, and he wondered exactly what fantasies had been playing out in her head while he discussed feed schedules with Sam. His cock strained against the fly of his jeans when a fresh coat of arousal coated his fingers.

  “Please.” Abigail wiggled against him a little. He was playing with her, and she obviously wanted more.

  “Up,” Jack demanded, putting her off his lap. He tore open his pants and shoved them down to let his cock free. He pulled it out and stroked it up and down, moving from the thick base to the bulbous purple crown.

  She licked her lips as she watched him. The hot look in her eyes made him all the harder.

  “Sweetheart, I don’t have a condom. I can have Sam go get one, but I’d rather not have anything between us.” She was so hot and tight around him. It would be heaven to ride her bareback. He was a careful man and never took a woman without a condom, but Abigail was different. “I had a physical a month ago. I haven’t been with anyone but you since. Are you on the pill?”

  “Shots.” Her voice was breathless to Jack’s ears. “I take a shot every three months. We’re safe.”

  Jack gestured her to come back. “Straddle me.”

  She climbed on, placing her legs on either side of his hips. Her knees wouldn’t fit on the narrow chair, so Jack used his strength to lift her onto his cock. He kept his head down, watching as his cock sank into the warmth of her pussy. He moved slowly, working his way in, finally allowing gravity to seat him as she moaned and leaned into him.

  Jack held her there, enjoying the depth of their connection. His hands stroked up her waist and then cupped her breasts. Her skin was silky and soft. He gently rolled her taut nipples between his thumb and forefinger before leaning over and licking the tight tip. She gasped and slanted back. Her fingers tangled in his hair and she ground herself down on him. He stopped what he was doing. It was time for some discipline.

  “Be still,” he demanded.

  He brought his hand firmly down on her ass. She tensed slightly and then sighed. When she obeyed, he went back to teasing her nipples.

  “I want to come.” She was protesting, but she didn’t move.

  “You will, but not until I’m through with you. I want to play for a bit, and you’re going to be a very good girl and let me, aren’t you?”

  “The answer is yes, Abby.” Sam’s grin was wicked as he moved his chair so he would have a better view.

  “Yes.” Abigail gave him the answer he wanted.

  He gently bit down on her nipple and then laved it soothingly with his tongue. All the while he filled her. His cock throbbed inside her, begging to be let loose, but he had rigid control.

  He sucked her nipple deeply into his mouth. Abigail moaned. She was being an awfully good girl. It made it fun to play with her, but he could tell she was reaching the limit of her control. Finally, when it seemed like she might go crazy, he leaned back.

  “Ride me, Abigail.” He thrust his hips up and shoved down on her hips.

  She braced herself against his shoulders. Jack bit back a moan while she worked her way up and down his length.

  His head fell back, and he gave himself over to the experience of making love with her. She moved, slowly and deliberately. It wasn’t fast enough for him, but she seemed to be enjoying it, so he took the torture. Her sweet, tight pussy was sucking all along his dick, and he gritted his teeth at the exquisite pleasure of being inside her. Sam watching made it hotter. He was looking forward to the time when he would look over her shoulder and see the same look of passionate agony on Sam’s face he was sure was on his own now.

  He felt his balls draw up and knew he was getting close. He thrust his hand in between them, and his thumb found her sweet spot.

  “Oh, Jack.” She moaned as she picked up the pace. She ground her pussy against his thumb, and he felt the tiny contractions of her orgasm.

  “Oh, fuck.” His cock exploded, the orgasm flooding his every sense.

  He pulled her against him, pumping his semen deep inside her welcoming body. Abigail fell boneless against him as he ground out the last of his release. A deep sense of calm satisfaction spread throughout his body as he held her against him. After a long, quiet moment, he kissed her soundly and cursed as he looked at the clock.

  “What?” Her head came off his shoulder. She was deliciously disheveled.

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bsp; “I have to go to work.” Jack regretted the necessity. His foreman was probably wondering where the hell he was. They were riding the fences today, making sure everything was secure.

  “Okay,” she agreed, and then made absolutely no move to get off of him.

  Jack chuckled and threw his partner a questioning glance.

  “If you insist.” Sam got out of his chair. He pulled Abigail off Jack and held her in his arms. She obligingly threw her arms around his neck. “She needs a shower.”

  “I bet you’re the man to get me clean.” She cuddled against Sam.

  “Not until I dirty you up a bit more,” Sam promised.

  Jack tucked his entirely satisfied cock back into his pants and stood up, reaching for his Stetson. “You ride herd on her all day, understood?”

  “Sure thing, boss,” Sam said in a tone that stated he was happy with his assigned task.

  “Take her shopping and get her anything she needs. Ask Diane for a list as well.” His tone went lower. “And shift her up to the medium-sized plug. She can wear it while she’s shopping. I want to move into the playroom tonight.”

  “Does that mean I’m getting tied up?” She seemed to find the energy to look up. She flashed a slightly superior grin that did all sorts of things to his insides. “I know what a playroom is. I read, you know.”

  He nodded. “I do, indeed. It was your highly intellectual tastes that made me believe this could work out. You have fun with Sam. I’ll see you at dinner. And Abigail…”

  “I won’t wear any clothes,” she promised as Sam turned away.

  He knew he should be running to get to work, but he found himself watching them walk away, listening to them bicker playfully.

  “We need to talk about those books,” Sam said sternly. “Some of them are fine, but the one about the five men is perverted.”

  “You’re one to criticize fine literature.”

  “Fine literature, my ass.” They continued to argue as they rounded the corner.

  Jack stood there for a minute in the house he’d lived in for ten years. It struck him that, while watching the two people he loved walking through it, this old house had finally become a home.

  13

  Abby looked up and down Main Street and wondered whether she was going to have the courage to pull this off. There were a couple of new stores, but otherwise it hadn’t changed. It was still a neat slice of small-town America. She looked over at the barbershop her father used to go to. Two old men were standing outside watching her with suspicious eyes.

  This wasn’t going to be easy.

  Sam stared at her, a worried expression on his naturally happy face. “Are you sure you want to do this? It might be easier to drive in to Tyler today. We can get everything you need there. Hell, we can get the essentials in Tyler and wait until Friday and then spend the weekend in Dallas. I assure you, we can find anything you want in Dallas. We’ll go to Neiman’s.”

  Abby shook her head. She could handle the snootiest Neiman Marcus shoe salesman, but she wasn’t so sure about Greg Gunderson at the GrabItQuick. He seemed way scarier. The funny thing was the clerk at Neiman’s had to bet that a customer had the cash. Millionaires in Dallas came in all eccentric types. Greg Gunderson knew for damn sure he didn’t want to serve her. The trouble was Abby had to get herself served if she was going to make a go of it with Jack and Sam.

  In her quest to do this, she’d made two important decisions. The first decision was to lay it all out to Sam. This morning after breakfast, she told him everything she was afraid of. She started at the beginning, when she was seventeen and had finally bagged Adam Echols. She had spared not a moment’s shame, right down to leaving town in order to save her mother’s job and keep Ruby away from her daughter. She started with Sam because he was the easier of the two to talk to. She’d been relatively certain that Sam would take it all with equanimity. Boy, had she been wrong. By the time she was done with her story, Sam had been in a killing mood. He’d been so angry, and not with her. After she calmed Sam down, she told him her plan. He was willing to go along with it, but he still had issues, hence the Neiman Marcus argument.

  “Seriously, baby, it’ll be fun,” Sam continued. “We can spend the weekend at this ritzy hotel Jack and I stay at. We’ll get a big old suite and only leave when we need to take you shopping. There are some stores I’d like to take you to.”

  She sent him a harried look. “I know what stores you’re talking about, Sam. Try to tempt me another time, please. I’m still dealing with the last sex toy you shoved up my butt.”

  Sam had the good sense to look compassionate. The morning played out in her head. It had started with Sam tossing her on the bed, jumping on top of her, riding her until they both screamed, and ended with the pink medium-sized plug and a whole lot of lube.

  “Is it terribly uncomfortable?”

  She smiled and leaned over to kiss his cheek. “No. Surprisingly not. I have to do this. I have to face them down. It would be great to spend a weekend in Dallas, but I can’t drive to Dallas every time we need a gallon of milk.”

  “They really won’t sell stuff to you?” He still sounded stunned at the lengths the town would go to show her she wasn’t welcome.

  “Not for twenty years, although, truth be told, it started earlier than that. Once the Echols clan figured out Adam was serious, it was hard for me to buy groceries for my mom. Hell, I got an F in a class I should have gotten an A in. It was suggested that my foreign language skills weren’t up to snuff. My Spanish teacher attended church with Ruby Echols.”

  He kicked at the curb with his well-worn boot, cursing under his breath. “Hell, baby, let’s just tell Jack everything. He’ll fix it.”

  That was the simple solution but it wouldn’t work long term. “It isn’t his job to fix my life.”

  “Don’t you tell him that.” Sam wagged a finger at her. “You’re likely to find yourself over his knee getting the spanking of a lifetime. He takes this stuff seriously. He always has.”

  She leaned against the body of the gorgeous pearl-white Mercedes Sam was driving today. She knew she was procrastinating, but she was curious. “I know he’s protective of you. The two of you met in a foster home, didn’t you?”

  “It was a group home for teens,” he corrected. “I was almost fifteen. I guess they figured no one would want a fifteen-year-old boy. My parents and my older brother died in a car accident. I was left all alone. I was a terrified kid when I went into that home. It was basically a detention center with nice curtains. You have to understand that I’d lived a perfectly normal life up until that moment. I’d rarely left home except for school and the occasional sleepover. I went to camp once and hated it.”

  “Your parents took care of you.” She knew a bit about what it was like to get shoved into a cold world, though even when she’d been tossed out of her home, her aunt had welcomed her. Sam had nowhere to go.

  “I was sheltered. I’d never been without someone to take care of me. That made me a target for the more worldly kids. That first night, the oldest kid there decided to make an example of me after lights out. Jack stopped him. I’ve been with him ever since.”

  She reached out to run her fingers across his tense jaw. It hadn’t taken long to figure out Sam was a man who needed physical affection. She planned to give him all the touches and kisses he’d missed out on. “I’m sorry you went through that, but I’m glad Jack was there.”

  Sam crossed his arms over his chest and stood next to her. “I don’t know what would have happened without Jack, but I have a pretty good idea. I was a teenager, but Jack had been in the system since he was six. He never stayed in one place for more than a year. From what I understand, he was a difficult child. I’m pretty sure he was abused. You should know we’re both pretty damaged.”

  Her heart swelled with love for the two men. They’d been through so much, and yet were still capable of loving a woman. She slipped her arm around his waist. He didn’t fight her at all. He accepted h
er comfort.

  “I think we’re all damaged. You don’t get through life without some scars. You and Jack figured out a way to make it through.”

  They were halves of a whole. Tragedy had ravaged both men, but together they were complete. Jack was the responsible one. Taking responsibility for Sam had given Jack an anchor in the world. Sam was the bright side. He forced Jack to have fun and connect with people. In return, Sam had someone who would never leave him.

  And they both needed her. She would tie them together even more than they were now. They loved her. She was comfortable with that fact, but there was more to it. She was a conduit for them to express their love for each other. When she really thought about it, it was a beautiful thing to be. It was a unique solution, but it worked.

  “All I’m trying to say is let Jack take care of you,” Sam explained. “It’s who he is. He needs it.”

  She nodded. “I understand, but this is something I have to do for myself. If I don’t face these people, I’ll never be comfortable here. I have to stand up for myself this time if I want to live here with you. This is about more than being able to buy a gallon of milk.”

  “All right, but if they get nasty with you, you can’t expect me to sit back.”

  “If they get physical with me, you have my permission to ride in and rescue me. Otherwise, you hang back.” This was something she had to try to do herself.

  “Jack’s gonna kill me.” He pushed himself off the Benz.

  Abby fondly stroked the car. “I’ll be sad when he has to turn this baby in. I have to admit, driving this car gives me an ego boost the truck just can’t. I feel like walking in and telling everyone I drive a Mercedes, so you better sell me a Snickers bar or my car will destroy your car’s reputation.”

  Sam laughed. “Well, you feel free to tell everyone that.”

  She wrinkled her nose and shook her hair out. She was dressed in a pair of Christa’s Levi’s and one of Sam’s too big T-shirts. She did not look like a woman who drove a Benz. “Nah, I’d feel bad when I had to turn it back into the rental agency. But it is a gorgeous car.”