Grabbing a fist full of her hair at the base of her scalp, he did only what she wanted, and showed her who was in charge. The second he started pumping his cock into her mouth, her demeanor changed. Gone was the determined woman eager to show him who was boss. Now, kneeling before him was a woman who was tense, unsure of how to get herself out of the predicament she had gotten herself into. “You like sucking my cock? How do you like my cock fucking your face?”
The second she started to gurgle, Peter’s fingers slacked, and he stepped back as his cock slipped from her lips. She gasped for breath as he took in her disheveled state, her body drenched from the rain as it continued to pelt them both. However, it was her lustful stare of retribution that had his cock begging for release. It wanted nothing more than to reenter the warm cavern of her mouth. Peter growled low and deep within his chest, and she shivered, seeming to know that she had just baited the tiger within him. “My turn.”
Backing away, Peter walked around her and stopped to stand behind her. She hadn’t moved from her spot, and Peter was grateful, because the desire coursing in his veins was making his balls ache as his cock dripped saliva and pre-cum. If she moved just a fraction of an inch, he feared he would pounce on her and devour her, with or without permission. With a frenzied strength born of raw bestial lust, he turned her until her hips rested against his thighs, her juicy cunt mere inches from his throbbing cock. Vanessa moaned at his roughness, clearly enjoying the feeling of being tossed and ordered at his will.
Peter didn’t stop her when she began to rub her clit frantically. He watched then threw his head back for a long growl. Holding his cock at the base, he smacked the head down against her clit, causing her to buck with each slap. She rose to her elbows and craned her head to watch as he spanked her slick mound with his cock.
He growled, “Come now,” as his shaft stroked her cunt lips, the head smacking wetly against her hood before he rammed himself into her. Engulfed by her heat, Peter was ravenous. Gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, he pounded himself into her repeatedly. Her moans and cries of pleasure egged him on, as did the sounds of their wet bodies slapping each other in the open field. It had been so long, so very long since he had behaved animalistic with a woman who appreciated the roughness, the ferocity, the carnal nature of the act itself. Plunging into her, he relished the feel of her molten walls as her pussy clenched around him, sucking him in deeper as if he pushed too far, he would be lost in a sea of ecstasy.
Then just as fast as it started, it ended as spurt after spurt of his hot, sticky cum sprayed directly into her deep cavern, burning its way to her womb.
Vanessa let loose a feral moan as her orgasm merged with his, the contractions of her pussy in time with the throbs of his cock as it beat against her cunt. Exhausted, Peter collapsed next to her, not wanting his weight to crush her. Her head found his shoulder as naturally as his hand found her hip. Their hearts pounded together then began slowing gradually. Their breathing slowly returned to normal as they lay together in the silence of the open field, the raining barely falling as they soon both closed their eyes.
Chapter Sixteen
The town of Treasure Cove was giddy with news, and for once Vanessa was grateful it wasn’t about her situation. Oh, there was still the occasional talk of the elusive Mr. Summerfield buying this and that, but something bigger than an overindulgent billionaire took center stage. Janie Hicks had given birth the night of the storm to a little five-pound baby girl. Margaret Rose Hicks had her momma’s pretty looks, and her daddies wrapped around her tiny little finger. The whole town was elated with the news, and wished the new parents good fortune and love. Though Vanessa was pleased that everything went well for Janie and her men, she looked toward the heavens and gave a small thanks that it wasn’t her.
Having kids was never on her radar, nor did she even want to contemplate having one, let alone raising one for the next eighteen years. She was barely making do taking care of herself. She didn’t need the added extra hassle of a kid strapped to her hip. Besides, the stigma she would give that child was one she refused to allow. What child would want a mother with only one leg? Nope, her dreams of finding a husband and having a family evaporated the day she lost her leg.
It had been two days since the storm, and she hadn’t seen any of her part-time fuck buddies. Well, she saw them, but they didn’t stop to say hi to her. Just like her, they, too, had lives and a business to run, so when the small stab of pain lanced her heart the first time they ignored her, she quickly brushed it off. But after the second, third, and fourth time, well, what she was feeling wasn’t pain…it was fury. To say that Vanessa Sanchez was pissed about being fucked and then left hanging was an understatement. If she had her way, and the time, she would let each of those greasy auto mechanics know what was on her mind.
Ignoring the need to jump in her car and tell them, she busied herself with another shipment of goods. Business was still slow, but the merchandise kept coming.
She turned when the front door chimed, and smiled as River Trinity walked in with Lilly McDaniels. It had been a long time since Vanessa saw Lilly, and even longer since they had the chance to grab a coffee and gossip. Closing the box, Vanessa walked around her counter and hugged the pretty blonde-haired woman. “Hey, stranger.”
“Hey, girl, how’s business?” Lilly asked, returning the embrace.
Never one to stand on ceremony or bring her troubles to other people, Vanessa released Lilly and lied, “Oh just busy as ever. How are the boys?”
“Which ones,” Lilly grumbled. “Do you want to know about my adult children or the small toddlers who are just like their fathers?”
“That bad?”
“Worse,” Lilly said, then smiled, and Vanessa knew whatever was going on couldn’t be that bad. “So I was visiting with Charlie, and boy howdy did she fill my ears full. Wanna know what she had to say?”
Vanessa could only imagine what the hell kitten of Treasure Cove had to say. Everyone loved Charlotte, especially her, but sometimes that woman could aggravate a Tibetan monk to break his vow of silence. “Not particularly.”
“Well, then let me ask you this. Can you explain to me how you and Peter Castillo were found in a compromising position last Friday out at the pond? According to Orin and Davis, they saw more of you and Peter than they would’ve liked.”
Groaning, Vanessa hung her head, not in shame or embarrassment, but because it was Orin and Davis. Those two busybodies were worse than Miz Raven and Sophie Kincaid. She wouldn’t be surprised if the whole damn town knew she was doing the mattress mambo with those greasy mechanics, not that it was any of their business. But if Charlotte told Lilly, then it was only safe to assume that her mother knew.
Shit!
“Who all knows?” Vanessa asked, already knowing the answer.
Lilly’s pretty face perked up and she smiled her megawatt smile as she replied happily, “Everyone.”
“I don’t see what the big problem is,” River chimed in. “So you’re fucking three gorgeous men. Tell me who isn’t in this town. I say get it while the gettin’s good honey!”
“Well I wouldn’t worry about anymore talk. I haven’t seen or talked to them in two days. I guess they got what they wanted, and it’s over,” she replied softly. Vanessa busied herself with straightening the racks of clothes, because if she had to stand there and talk about them a second longer, she was going to strangle someone. Since she actually liked her friends, she didn’t think they would take kindly to her hurting them.
This was what she worked damn hard to avoid. Oh she knew she was a hypocrite, because she enjoyed a good bit of gossip like any other person, but when the shoe transferred to her foot, well, it pinched her toes, and she didn’t like it one bit.
“Want me and my sisters to go hunt them down? Delta just got the cement truck filled. We can bury them and no one would be the wiser,” River said devilishly.
Laughing, Vanessa shook her head no. “Thanks for th
e offer, River, but I think I have something better in mind for them. I may not want a triangle entanglement, but damn it, they could have at least texted me that it was over.”
“Oh goody, a covert operation!” River replied evilly as she rubbed her hands together.
“Why don’t you just call them?” Lilly piped up. “I’m sure there is a perfectly good explanation.”
“Oh I’m sure there is, too, but I shouldn’t have to hound them. They should have taken a few minutes and called or texted me. Hell, I’m not asking for a full page dossier on their every move, but they could have at let notified me if they wanted to go their separate ways.”
“Sounds to me you care more about them than you’re letting on,” Lilly whispered softly.
“Damn it, Lilly, Van has a right to be pissed. They jilted her. Left her high and dry. Fucked and ran. They used her and bolted. She doesn’t need a sign in the front of her store to state that. Those men are dogs, plain and simple.”
“Thanks, River,” Vanessa moaned. “I feel so much better now.”
“Just keepin’ it real, sweetie.” River smiled. “As much as I would love to stay here and plan out their demise, I have those parts for your bathroom. Looks like you’re new bath spa will be up and running tonight.”
Smiling, Vanessa said nothing as River headed toward the stairs to her apartment. Grateful that the remodel was going to be complete, she forgot about the greasy auto mechanics and concentrated on the fact that tonight she was going to be able to soak in a Jacuzzi tub.
* * * *
Brice waited patiently at the arrival gate, watching as people disembarked the flight from Houston, Texas. Peter had received a call two days ago from his parents stating that Colby had come down with the chicken pox and they wanted to know what he wanted them to do. Peter didn’t hesitate and boarded the next flight out to go to his son. Though all of their parents informed Peter that having the chicken pox was normal in children, Peter wouldn’t be deterred and stayed until his son was on the mend, and that was how Brice found himself waiting for the plane to empty. As the flight crew emerged, he finally saw Peter. Brice’s heart went out to his friend. Poor Peter looked like crap. Peter looked exhausted as Brice reached for his friend’s bag, throwing it over his shoulder. “How was the flight?” Brice asked a tired Peter.
“Long,” Peter whispered. “We can go anytime.”
“Got the car outside. Let’s go.”
The trip home was uneventful. Brice knew that Peter was exhausted, and decided not to say anything, just letting his best friend relax and enjoy the ride. Once home, Carter greeted them, handing Peter a cold beer. After the long ride, Brice grabbed himself a root beer and headed for the living room, when Peter stopped him. “How’s Vanessa?”
Turning to look at his friend, Brice replied, “Fine I guess. We haven’t seen her.”
“Has she called?”
“No,” Brice admitted, lightly shaking his head. “Carter and I just figured she was busy.”
“One of us should check on her. See how she’s doing at the store. I don’t like the fact that she’s there all by herself.”
“She’s a big girl, Peter. Van can take care of herself.”
“I know that, but I still don’t like it.”
“You want me to call her?”
Smiling, Peter shook his head. “No. I have a better idea.”
* * * *
Vanessa walked upstairs into her quiet apartment after a long day of work. She still hadn’t heard from her mechanics, and was about to give up on them completely when Macie stopped by and let it slip that Peter had to leave town because of Colby. Apparently, the little boy had the chicken pox. Oh, Vanessa knew how miserable that happy little boy must be feeling. She was about Colby’s age when she and two of her brothers got the annoying infection, and no amount of oatmeal bathes would take away the itch. Figuring it would be a while before she saw any of them, she headed for her new bathroom, thankful once again she didn’t have to mess with small children, and the chicken pox.
She didn’t have a good day at work, barely making enough to cover her electric bill, and all she wanted now was to soak in her brand new tub. Vanessa made her way into the kitchen, grabbed a wine glass, and poured herself a merlot from the fridge. Walking across to the double doors in the living room, she stared at her bedroom and fancifully wondered what it would be like to have all three of them waiting for her every night.
She smiled remembering the last time she, Brice, and Carter spent time together. They had made love in their living room, and it was heavenly. Then she thought back to the night with just her and Peter and her pussy clenched. Vanessa closed her eyes and moaned softly as her thoughts took her back to the night they rolled on the wet ground.
The sound of the grandfather clock chiming pulled her out of daydream, but it had already ignited the desire to be with them again. She needed to be ready for when they came around, if they hadn’t forgotten about her already. She still wasn’t entirely sure that they still wanted her, or even liked her. She had her doubts. Quickly refilling her glass of wine, she turned and headed for the bathroom.
It was beautiful.
Admiring the amazing work of her best friend, Vanessa knew taking a few feet away from her closet was going to be worth it in the end. Now, instead of a small dingy bathroom, she had a spacious room with a large Jacuzzi tub waiting on her.
Sitting on the edge of the tub, she turned the bath water on and put her hand into the running water to make sure it was the right temperature. Then she took a moment and lit the candles around the tub. She put her long brown hair up in a bun and stripped out of her clothes. As she waited for the tub to finish filling, she looked at her naked body in the full-length mirror. She saw her nipples fully erect. She pinched one of the nipples and moaned softly as the sensation turned up the heat below her waistline.
She looked down and saw the water was at a good level and tested the temperature again with her toe. Satisfied, she turned off the water. Sitting on the edge again, she removed her prosthetic, and climbed into the tub and stretched out. The hot water soothed her skin and shook away the remnants of her trying day.
She began to wash herself, running the washcloth all over her legs, arms, and belly. Then she ran it over her breasts. The feel of her nipples being touched again sent another signal to her pussy. She closed her eyes and let go of the washcloth, letting her fingers do the needed work. She began to pinch her nipples a little harder, and her moans became more vocal. Her pussy started to scream for equal attention, and she obeyed the call by drifting a hand down into the tub, letting her finger dance over her clit. She circled her finger over it around and around again, causing a cold shiver to begin throughout her body. Vanessa moved her thighs in a small scissor motion as her finger slid down from her clit and into her wanting pussy. It seemed to sigh with relief as her finger slid though her slick lips.
Moving her finger in and out of her pussy, her thumb strummed across her clit. She began to move her leg and hips around as her fingers moved in and out of her pussy with one hand and inflicted bruising pinches on her nipples with the other. Vanessa arched her back as she began to orgasm, a loud moan drowning out the sound of the splashing tub water.
“Well, isn’t that a beautiful sight,” came a husky voice from the bathroom door.
Startled, Vanessa screeched, having lost touch with the reality around her. Then she saw them. All of them standing near her bathroom door, all looking very much interested in her.
“You forgot to lock your door,” Peter said, licking his lips.
“Any room in there for us?” Brice asked, his cock straining hard against his jeans.
She smiled widely at them. Carter moved forward, looked down at her, dropped to his knees, and kissed her hard. From outside the tub, he put his hand on her pussy. Vanessa stopped him with her own hand.
“I shouldn’t let you. You never called,” Vanessa said seriously, though her body was screaming yes, yes, yes.
“You guys need some serious instruction on how to treat a lady after you fuck her.”
Peter growled, and her pussy gushed again. “We didn’t fuck you, Vanessa. We made love to you. I think she has already forgotten what it means to be ours.”
“Maybe we should show her again. We did claim her.” Carter grinned wickedly.
“Good idea,” Peter replied. “Carter, please bring our woman to the bedroom so we can show her what it means to belong to us.”
“With pleasure,” Carter said. Vanessa gasped as Carter’s hand tightened in her hair as he crouched down to look straight into her eyes. “Oh, love, you really asked for it tonight. I hope that bath worked out all of your aches and pains, ’cause you’re about to feel a whole new kind of hurt.”
“You’d never hurt me,” Vanessa whispered.
“Not the way you’re thinking.” He winked, and then said carefully, “Do you trust us?”
The sincere look of tenderness on Carter’s face coupled with the constant pull of his hand on her hair made the decision for her. She did trust him and his friends. It shocked her to think that she could trust so easily, so soon. What did she really know of these men? They were hard workers, cared and provided for a small boy and members of the community. They were also gentle, caring, and without a doubt, three of the sexiest men she had ever known, and she wanted them more than air.
Deep down she had waited for this moment, never really believing it would ever happen to her. She wasn’t like other women, whole and beautiful. Yet when Carter looked at her, she felt as if she was the most precious thing in his life. She felt wanted, desired and loved. With her mechanics, she knew she was safe with every fiber of her being. They would keep her safe, and that meant she could let go and just be. Her whole life catapulted to this very moment. Her heart beat furiously, and her skin heated. Once she went into her bedroom, there was no turning back.
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