by Jane Jamison
“We’re sorry, boss. Like I said, we’re idiots.”
She couldn’t be angry with them any longer. They’d believed she was with another man. “Yeah. I mean, you’re not idiots, but you sure acted like idiots.” Shooting them a coy look, she added, “Are you going to keep acting like idiots?”
“Hell no.”
Had they moved closer? With any other men, she would’ve felt smothered. With them, it was an entirely different feeling. She wanted them closer. She wanted them now.
Gone was her anger. Gone was any thought of Denny. Gone was her past. The future was a mystery while the present was ready to be enjoyed.
Giving them a sultry look, she went to her knees. “I hope you don’t think I’m a slut, but I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”
Taking hold of Curt’s jeans, she yanked him forward and began working on his silver buckle. A horse’s head adorned it, making her hope that he was—as she’d often heard—“hung like a horse.” To her surprise and delight, by the time she’d undone his jeans, his cock was full and erect, ready for her mouth.
“You’re no slut. You never could be,” muttered a very turned-on Dane as he undid his jeans, shoved them to his ankles, and then toed off his boots. “You’re the classiest woman we’ve ever known.” His cock stuck straight out, challenging her to turn Curt’s cock loose and feast on his instead.
She caressed his cock, but wrapped her other hand around Curt’s. Drawing Curt’s cock into her mouth, she was pleased when a burst of flavors flowed over her tongue. If his cock tasted so good now, how much better would it taste when she swallowed his cum?
Dane groaned, yet his words belied his urgency. “Don’t be too disappointed sucking on his shriveled stick. Take me after them and you’ll be saving the best for last.”
Curt’s hands tunneled into her hair. “Bullshit. Look at her, guys. Her mouth’s full of my cock. Full and satisfied. Aren’t you, boss?”
She hollowed her cheeks and sucked harder, eliciting a groan from him instead of talk. But Dane wasn’t about to be left out. “Pump me, sugar. Get me ready to fuck you.”
“Like you’re not already ready,” joked Eric. Soon his jeans were shoved to the ground. He took his cock in his hand and started working it, slipping his hand back and forth, top to bottom.
She licked and sucked Curt’s cock as his hold tightened on her hair. Moaning, she flicked her tongue around and around, taking a moment’s pause to drink in his juices. He tasted salty yet tangy with a kick to it she’d never tasted before.
After letting go of Curt’s cock with a loud “pop,” she drew Eric’s shaft into her mouth. He tasted similar to Curt, but with enough of a difference that she could’ve picked them out with her eyes closed.
“Hey, what about me, sugar?”
She hastened her pumping of Dane’s cock. Soon his grumbles changed into moans.
Around and around she went over Eric’s cock. Like Curt, he, too, played with her hair.
Curt bent lower and caught her nipples between his fingers, giving them each a twist that sent stabs of pain racing through her. Heat flared in her abdomen and her pussy clenched, ready to welcome a cock inside her.
Dane’s pre-cum wet her palm and her hand slid easily over the loose skin. His curly hair tickled the side of her hand.
Time to find out what Dane’s pre-cum tastes like.
She slowly drew Eric’s cock out of her mouth and turned her head to Dane. “Ready?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
Dane was going to say something more, but his words disintegrated into full on groans as she deep-throated his shaft. Just like Eric’s cock, Dane’s tasted remarkably like Curt’s, yet with a distinguishing difference she could taste. His was muskier, the taste corresponding to the aroma filling her nostrils. Her other hand found Curt’s cock and started pumping it.
Round and round I go. Where I stop, no one knows.
Her smile formed around Dane’s cock as she pulled and sucked, whipping her tongue around his hard rod. Her fingers played under his balls, moving them from one side of her hand to the other. Then she switched again, returning to Curt’s cock.
Their taut abdomens, rippling with muscles, greeted her gaze. Even when she didn’t have hold of one of their cocks, they moved, softly swaying front and back in rhythm. Did one man feel the sensation of her mouth on his friend’s cock? It was a ridiculous idea, but one she couldn’t shake as being possible.
She believed anything was possible with them.
“I’ve got to have you.” Curt pulled her away from the other two men. Protests came, but he ignored them as he half lifted, half pulled her over to a pile of hay. Setting her on her knees, he fell behind her and wrapped his arms around her to cover her breasts with his huge hands.
She leaned against him, loving the feeling of his hard chest pressing against her, his cock pushing against the small of her back. “Take me, Curt. I can’t wait any longer.”
“We can’t either.” Dane went to his knees in front of her. “This is going to be tricky, but we can handle it. Come here.” Lifting her, he took her with him as he leaned back, resting her on his massive upper legs. His cock shoved against her folds as he settled her on top of him.
“Lean forward, boss.” Curt pushed against her back, making her bend forward as Dane slumped lower and took her nipple in his mouth. One hand squeezed her breast while the other slipped between them to rub his cock against her, spreading her pussy lips open.
Wetness crawled down between her legs as she opened for him. Clinging to his shoulders, feeling his muscles ripple under her hands, she arched her back, pushing her tits toward Dane while thrusting her ass toward Curt.
Whimpers overtook her. Her body shuddered in anticipation.
Curt’s hand found her tight rings and began working their magic on them. She was tight, but his persistent attention to her puckered hole sent shivers of lust through her. Fingers plunged into her opening and, for a moment, she couldn’t tell if they’d entered her butt hole or her pussy.
Then she realized that both her pussy and her anus were filled with fingers. Dane and Curt pumped their digits into her, front and back, preparing her for their entry.
As though they’d set up a signal ahead of time, they entered her at the same moment. She cried out, stunned and thrilled. But her cry was quickly squashed when Eric took hold of her chin and turned her to face him.
“Finish me off, baby.”
As Curt and Dane pumped their cocks into her, she opened her mouth and drew in Eric’s cock. She was filled, completely now, yet it was more than being physically filled with their cocks. In a way she could never have described and barely understood, they’d filled her with so much more.
Did they love her?
She didn’t know. At that moment in time, it was enough for her to realize that she loved them.
Separate bodies became one, connected by flesh, but bonded with love. Her body tingled, perspiration dotting her hairline and working its way between their bodies. The sounds of their lovemaking were the main chorus while the nickers and snorts of the horses provided the accompaniment.
Dane’s cock filled her pussy, stretching the walls of her pussy, until she was sure he’d split her apart. The tip of his curved cock brushed over her sensitive area not once, but several times, bringing her closer and closer to the ever-approaching edge.
Curt’s hand wrapped around her throat but didn’t close on it. Instead, his fingers caressed her throat as she whipped her tongue around Eric’s cock. She sucked hard, her cheeks tightening around the fleshy pole even as her butt cheeks tightened around Curt’s cock. Although she did her best to move the right way, to shove or push when needed, she was caught between them. Their bodies worked hers, giving her pleasure beyond delight.
Dane’s eyes grew brighter, lightened with bits of amber.
Eric’s dark eyes did the same, a little more of the strange color bursting free with each hard suck she gave his cock.
She couldn’t see Curt’s eyes, but she had the feeling that, although blue, they would contain the same amber flecks.
Why do their eyes change?
Asking the question, however, was impossible. Thinking it was difficult enough with each new thrust of their cocks.
Curt’s hold on her throat loosened, then was gone. In the next moment, she felt his teeth against her shoulder.
“No, man. You can’t.” Dane’s words were barely intelligible enough to be understood.
For a moment, she feared Curt would leave her. Instead, he groaned, the sound changing into what could only be described as a growl as he thrust inside her ass, once then twice, then suddenly pulled out to shoot his warm seed against the small of her back.
“Shit.” Eric twisted away as he tried to cover his cum with the tail of his shirt.
Her orgasm built higher, rising fast and hard at the sight of the Eric’s ejaculation. Dane wrapped his arms around her, tugging her tightly against him as he pounded his cock deep inside her pussy.
“Come for me, sugar.”
She obeyed him, her body answering his order seconds after her mind had recognized it. His cock hit her spongy area, and her climax ripped her apart. She cried out and clung to him, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
Her body was still shuddering as his release erupted. She cried out yet again as his fingers dug into her skin. The pain hit her, but she took it and made it her own, combining it with the pleasurable torture of her climax. Eric and Curt moved closer again, their hands caressing her, their voices urging her toward the finish.
She fell against Dane, but was soon pulled away from him by the other two men. Slowly, they eased her to the ground. Her heart was still pounding as she gazed up at them towering over her.
Curt smiled down at her, satisfaction playing over his features. “You’re ours now. You know that, don’t you?”
She was theirs. That much she knew. But were they hers?
Chapter Five
Krystal leaned against the bar as her gaze took in the crowd. Or, rather, the lack of a crowd. She’d never seen the Wolf’s Den so empty. Only a few older people had come in and very few of the regulars. Even Clinton, who had taken the shift before her, had noted how few customers they’d had. He’d worried that something had happened and, as soon as she’d gotten behind the counter to take over, he’d rushed out, determined to find out what was going on.
Not that it mattered. She was having a tough time concentrating on anything. Her thoughts kept drifting to the men. Marley had waved for more than a minute trying to get her attention so he could order yet another round for himself and his friend Gerald Latner. By the time she’d answered him, he’d had to switch arms.
But who could blame her? After making love to the men, she couldn’t put them out of her mind. Her body, too, remembered them, singing as though their hands and lips still caressed her. Her pussy tightened every time she thought about their thick, purple-lined cocks.
Funny how three men could be so alike, yet so different. They were all handsome with their dark brown hair, muscular bodies, and cowboy attire. Yet the differences were there in their personalities and in their eyes. Eyes that could add amber bits to them.
But how? Sure, some people’s eyes could change color, growing more green or bluer with the color of their clothing or the hue of the light surrounding them. Yet she’d never seen eyes with amber bits in them.
She sighed, happy. Strange eye color or not, life was pretty damn good. Even Denny seemed to have finally gone home.
“Girly, how about another round for me and my friend?”
She snapped out of it, wondering if Gerald and Marley could see what she was thinking. Did she have a smile on her face? Or had she actually licked her lips? “Sure thing.”
She grabbed a couple of bottles of beer, made quick work of the caps, then hurried out from behind the bar and over to their table. Although she’d planned on asking Curt, Dane, and Eric, suddenly she had to ask someone, anyone. Even Marley.
“Here you go.” She set the beers in front of them. “Can I ask you a question?”
The slant of his smile parted his lips just enough to show that he hadn’t remembered to put his dentures in that night. “I reckon you can. Don’t mean I’m going to answer you.”
He didn’t fool her. She’d gotten to know him well enough to know his bark was indeed far worse than his bite. He liked to pretend to be a tough old coot, but he was actually a softie under the unruly beard and deepening wrinkles.
“I’ve seen something that kind of makes me wonder.”
He and Gerald shared a chuckle. Marley took a sip of his beer, in no hurry to answer. “I’ll bet you’ve seen a few somethings around here to make you wonder. But go on. What are you getting at?”
She reconsidered asking then plunged in anyway. “Why do some people’s eyes change color? Or not really changing color. It’s more like getting flecks of amber in them.”
As soon as she’d finished asking, she sensed he wouldn’t give her an answer. He and Gerald had become guarded, their gazes locking for a moment before his friend shifted in his chair and studiously ignored her.
“Why are you asking about eyes, girly?”
Was he trying to avoid answering? Stalling? “Just curious. I mean, that’s kind of unusual, isn’t it?”
One bushy eyebrow jumped skyward. “Why don’t you ask your men?”
“My men?” Did other people know she’d been with them?
His eyebrow jumped a little higher as he tilted his head and gave her a look. “Girly, don’t play games with me if you want a straight answer. Still, you’d best be asking them men of yours.”
“But why? What’s the big deal?” She didn’t like the irritated tone in her voice and, judging by Marley’s expression, neither did he.
“It’s not my place to tell you. Just ask them.” He nodded, gesturing at the door. “Here they come now.”
They’re here?
She whirled to find them coming inside. Yet, at the same time, she realized that it was odd. As far as she knew, they rarely came into the bar during the afternoon. Daylight was for working the ranch. Then again, maybe they’d gotten wind that she’d come in early to get more hours.
Aw, they stopped working to come and see me.
She put on a big smile, ready to greet her men, and to thank them for being so thoughtful.
“Hey, you’re here.” Her grin was probably far too big, but she couldn’t help it. Even their hard expressions couldn’t wipe it away.
“We were going by and decided to drop in to talk to you, boss.”
“Boss?” Marley snorted. “That’s a new one.”
“Just stay out of this.” She shot him the same kind of look he’d given her moments earlier. Turning back to her men, she added, “I’m glad to see you. As long as this isn’t the ‘we need to talk’ speech.” She was joking, but when they didn’t laugh, she was almost too afraid to ask if it really was the reason they were there.
“Nah, nothing like that.” Dane motioned her away from Marley and his friend. “We figured you might want to know.”
“Know what?” They weren’t touching her. That alone was enough to set her nerves on edge, ridding her of the wonderful sensations she’d had earlier. “Something’s wrong, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.” Eric ran a hand along the back of his neck. “We wanted to tell you that we may not be around much for the rest of the day. Maybe tomorrow, too.”
“And we didn’t want you to think we didn’t want to see you,” added Dane.
Relief was welcome, but there was still something wrong. “What’s going on?”
“A little girl is missing.”
Curt’s eyes were filled with worry and anger, but they didn’t hold amber flecks. Now wasn’t the right time to ask them. “Oh no. Is she lost?”
“Doubtful. The kids around here don’t get lost easily. They have great instincts.”
All kids could
get lost, so why was he so certain the little girl wasn’t? “How old is she? What does she look like? Is that why the bar’s so empty? Is everyone out looking for her?”
“Who’s missing?” Marley scraped the floor with his chair as he pushed to his feet. It took a moment longer for him to straighten to his full height.
“Jewel and Robert Summerton’s girl, Evie,” answered Dane. “But we’ve got plenty of people looking for her. No need to trouble yourself.”
“Why the hell not? Because I’m old you reckon I can’t help? Is that what you’re trying to say?” Marley waved for Gerald to follow him as he hobbled toward the door, sneering as he passed by the men. “Fuck you. There’s more life in these old bones than all three of you put together. Now get out of my way.”
“Yes, sir.” Although he didn’t really need to, Curt sidestepped the older man.
They waited until the older men were out the door.
“You were telling me what she looks like,” urged Krystal.
“She’s seven with big blue eyes and blonde hair. The last time her momma saw her was early this morning. Seems Evie was supposed to walk down the road from her home to her friend’s house. The other kid’s momma didn’t call like she was supposed to because she thought Evie’s momma had gotten busy and would drop Evie off later. Evie’s momma didn’t figure out that her girl wasn’t at her friend’s house until just a couple of hours ago.”
“Seriously? She didn’t check on her child before then?” How irresponsible could a mother be?
“It’s not uncommon for kids around here to be on their own even at an early age.”
Was Dane sticking up for the mom? “That can’t be safe.”
“Normally, it is. Fate’s not known for its crime,” added Curt. “Besides, the kids around here aren’t like kids where you come from.”
“What does that mean? Like they’re special or something?”
“Yeah. They are.”
“Well, I guess everyone was wrong about that. A little girl is missing.” Anger swamped her even though she realized they didn’t deserve it. They hadn’t created the situation. “I’m sorry. I’m just really thrown by this.”