Grace chuckled, a sexy, tempting sound, and then unbuckled her seat belt. “Find a safe place to pull over, Ethan.”
“Fuck a duck,” Ethan softly muttered. “There better be someplace close because when the vehicle starts rocking it’s very distracting for the driver.”
“Don’t I know it.”
“Yeah, I know.”
Jack and Adam had spoken simultaneously, and they all laughed. The mood changed when Grace tossed her sandals on the floorboard and reached under the hem of her sundress. Her little white satin G-string shone brightly in the dashboard lights when she tossed it onto the wide, padded leather console between the front seats.
“Jack, why don’t we get your shorts loosened up.”
He was so glad that he’d allowed Grace to talk him into wearing khaki cargo shorts as she made fast work of the button and fly. He moved into the middle of the bench seat so the others could watch, and Grace climbed aboard. Her hot little pussy was already drenched as she slid it all over his cock, teasing him as she kissed his cheeks and his forehead.
“I love you so, so much,” she whispered. “You make me very happy.” She rubbed her pussy against his cock and he broke out in a light sweat as she tasted his mouth and teased him with sexy, lingering kisses for a few minutes, in no hurry to get started.
The vehicle rolled to a sudden stop, and Jack tightened his grip around her hips so she didn’t lurch out of his lap. “Are we off the road?”
“Way off,” Ethan reassured as he switched on one of the reading lights to cast a dim glow in the interior of the SUV. It was no fun if the others couldn’t see, and Jack was more than willing to share the experience with them.
Grace pulled the silky summer dress over her head and tossed it behind her so it landed on Adam’s shoulder as they shifted around to watch. She gyrated along his throbbing cock, and Jack groaned and bit his lip, warring with his self-control so that this would be memorable for her and not just a quick fuck in the backseat. He’d make love to her anyplace she wanted, but in the backseat of a vehicle was one of his favorites. He supposed that was because she felt naughty doing it there. It made him feel like a teenager again.
Ethan turned on soft country and western music in the background and Grace said, “If you’d told me a few years ago, I never would’ve believed I’d be like this with one man, much less three.” She looked from him to the others as she said it. “I love you.”
She gripped Jack’s thickened, tingling cock and teased the head against her wet lips. In one slick stroke, he slid into her enveloping heat all the way to the root. He groaned when her pussy rippled with tremors as a feminine sound of satisfaction left her throat.
“Yes.” Her body trembled as she moaned and threw back her head, making her loose blonde curls bounce.
Wrapping her forearms around his neck, she tugged on his cock with her pussy muscles as she lifted and slammed down. He groaned lustily as he thrust against her, burying his face in her bountiful cleavage, and she giggled as she ground her hips in a circular motion and arched her back, tugging on him again. He took advantage of their proximity and gently lapped at both her sensitive nipples.
“Damn, I bet that feels good,” Adam muttered as he watched Grace riding his cock.
“Fuck, that’s good, darlin’.” Jack groaned as she moved with sinuous strokes up and down on his tingling shaft. He caressed her upper thighs and leaned back to rub her clit with his thumb as he thrust against her. He broke out into a sweat despite the air conditioner still running and allowed his head to fall back as she pressed kisses to his throat. Besides the music, the only other sounds were their panting and the sexy, wet pounding as their bodies collided over and over.
“Know what we’re going to do later, Gracie?” Ethan’s voice held seductive promise.
“What, baby? Tell me.”
“After you’re through driving Jack crazy with that sweet pussy of yours, we’re going to open the back of the SUV. We’re miles from town and nobody is up here but us. The moon is so bright tonight we don’t even need a flashlight, and there’s a thunderstorm brewing off in the distance. We’re going to lay a blanket on the grass and listen to the thunder and the crickets while we fuck you some more. I have everything we need.”
“If the moon is bright then someone could see.”
Ethan chuckled darkly. “They sure could.”
“We could be caught.” She continued riding Jack’s cock, and he heard the catch in her throat and felt the way her pussy went slick at the thought.
“Oh, hell yes, we could,” Jack growled. Her pace changed, and her movements got wilder. “You love the thought of being caught doing something naughty, don’t you?”
“The thought of it, yes, so much.”
Jack knew in reality she was very modest but with them she was wild and naughty, and he loved it. Her hot pussy enveloped his throbbing cock in another stroke, and she felt tighter and hotter with each return.
Ethan said, “It’s been a while since we’ve had a foursome, but I’ll bet Jack would be up for a second round in no time once we get started.”
“Oh, fuck, you know it,” Jack gasped, nearly losing control at the mental image Ethan planted. Adam groaned softly and reached out to stroke Grace’s back as Jack thrust deep, meeting her downward strokes harder and harder.
“Harder, Jack! That’s right!”
He strummed her clit, and they both cried out in climax at the same time. Her pussy tightened and throbbed on his cock, and his release shot from him like a searing bolt of lightning. He grasped her to him roughly and thrust hard with each pulse until he couldn’t move anymore.
Ethan and Adam both climbed from the vehicle and moved around to the back door, talking, and seemed to be inspecting the area behind the vehicle. Jack chuckled as he and Grace caught their breath.
“You know what would really rock their world?”
Grace lifted her head as she panted. “What?”
“If they had to chase you down first. The moon’s bright. This is a private road and there are no houses on it. The owners use it as a deer lease and it’s not deer season. You’re safe out here, just stay on the road. I guarantee they’ll make it worth your while. Why don’t you give them something to work for?”
Grace giggled as she lifted off his cock, which was already throbbing at the prospect of the fucking she was about to receive when they caught her. She kissed him and smiled with eyes that twinkled.
“Put on your sandals first. The rough gravel won’t feel good on your bare feet. They must be scoping the spot out right now, so you should get a pretty decent head start. I’ll dim the dome light so they don’t notice when you open the door.”
“Okay. Thanks, Jack. That was awesome, by the way.”
“I agree completely. Off ya go.”
She slipped from the vehicle and pushed the passenger door closed softly.
Jack pulled himself together and grinned when they finally opened the back tailgate. He got a glimpse of Grace’s lush derriere as she ducked past a bush on the side of the road a little ways down. Thank goodness Ethan had shut off the headlights so they couldn’t have seen her.
“What took you so long?” Jack asked with a chuckle as he buttoned his fly.
“Adam found this by the wheel so we were making sure its previous owner wasn’t in the vicinity.” Feeling tingly and satisfied, Jack turned in the seat and did a double take at what Ethan held up.
“Motherfucker! How long is that?” Jack gasped, panic pouring through his body making his hands shake as he grabbed for the door handle.
Adam shrugged as he looked at the rattlesnake skin. “I dunno. Five…six feet? Where’s Grace?”
Stupid, stupid, stupid! Jack finally got the handle to work and kicked open the door.
“Where’s Grace?” Ethan demanded with an edge of panic in his voice.
“Out there!” He stumbled as his feet got tangled in the straps of her white satin bra.
* * * *
Seth watched Buck as he danced with Jayne confidently, guiding her through the last steps of the slow waltz with his hand resting a little too casually on her hip. Seth walked toward them, passing between couples.
Buck nodded when he saw him coming then grinned and said, “Speak of the devil and whom shall appear.” He gently twirled her so she went right into Seth’s arms, looking up at him with surprise in her eyes.
“Hi.” She spoke so softly he could barely hear her over the slow guitar rhythm as “Fall Into Me” by Brantley Gilbert began to play.
Buck said, “Looks like Chad’s got his hands full. I should go help him with the beauty queen.” He tipped his cowboy hat to Jayne and walked back to their table where Chad was chatting with Presley Ann.
“Is that what she is?” Jayne sounded uncertain as she glanced back to their table. “Weren’t you talking to her?”
Seth turned with the dance steps and gently tugged her closer so that their legs brushed against each other in the rhythm of the dance and pressed her curvy body close to him. He suppressed a groan of satisfaction at the more intimate contact.
“She made herself at home at our table. I just wanted to dance with you. She had good timing because Buck and Chad were in need of a distraction.” They were good guys, but he wanted Jayne to himself. She surprised him a little when she willingly snuggled closer.
“Oh.”
The thought of how it would feel to lie in a bed with her, pressing her back into the mattress as he slid inside her, made his cock harden. As they moved with the dance, he could occasionally feel the warm silkiness of her skin through the multiple holes in his ripped, weather-beaten jeans.
Jayne looked up at him, and the lights on the dance floor flashed across her face, illuminating her expressive blue-green eyes. He thought it was a play of the lights when he saw her lips tremble slightly before she finally looked away and laid her head against his chest. He felt an almost painful lurch in his chest at the silent exchange.
She moved smoothly with him in the waltz, and he smiled when she lightly stroked the dragon scales tattooed on his right bicep. He was accustomed to the many stares his fully tattooed arms received everywhere he went. Some people stared openly in shock or undisguised judgment, others stared in wonder or curiosity. The one common factor was that the tattoos garnered a lot of attention.
Jayne made him feel different when she stared. Whenever he’d caught her gazing at them throughout the day, it had been with many different emotions. Her face was like an open book. He’d seen puzzlement, awe, and admiration when she’d asked earlier if he cared that everyone stared.
He’d had the distinct impression that she was keeping her hands to herself because several times her fingertips had twitched and rubbed together as though she’d like to touch but was restraining herself.
Something about her reminded him of skittish doe, and he didn’t want to come on too strong, especially if she had the impression that he might be like that. She didn’t ask him to turn for her while they were in the pool, and his shirt had been off, but he’d had the impression that she’d wanted to give him a good, thorough going over. That thought made his cock harden so much he wondered if she could feel it against her abdomen. Her thumb gently stroking up and down his bicep wasn’t helping his aroused state either.
With his hand at her lower back, he felt it when she tensed almost imperceptibly and her warm breath came out in a rush against the thin fabric of his T-shirt. It pleased him when, instead of pulling away from him, she relaxed against him and resumed the slow, fluid steps in the dance as the last chorus played.
He was used to women who were much more aggressive and demanding, and Jayne was a welcome change of pace. The last note played, and he grinned at the slight disappointed look on her face. She honestly had no idea how appealing she was.
As they returned to the table, a familiar hard rock beat began to play. The Dancing Pony’s DJ normally played mostly country and western music but tonight he must’ve been mixing in rock and pop hits to inject more excitement into the beach party-themed night.
Charity bounced up and gave Seth a shit-eating grin as she crooked her finger at Jayne and beckoned her onto the dance floor. Jayne looked up at Seth and seemed to have an internal debate with herself. She’d said that she’d never been to the club before so she’d never danced with the girls either. This would be interesting.
Charity said, “Seize the day, right?”
Jayne nodded, bit her lip, and smiled up at him. “You mind?”
“Of course not. Have fun.” Seth knew he’d enjoy this as much as she did. He took his seat facing the dance floor and grinned as all the girls left their husbands and dates. There was a movement in the corner of his eye and he watched as the spunky little strawberry blonde who bartended suddenly joined their throng.
The air vibrated with the strong guitar chords of Def Leppard’s “Pour Some Sugar on Me” as Seth watched Jayne. It turned out that not only could Jayne sing, she could also dance. Her cheeks were bright pink and her eyes sparkled as she smiled at him, but then she closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and found the heavy beat of the song within her.
Seth didn’t move a muscle as he watched her graceful, erotic movements. His pulse pounded as he imagined her moving like that in his arms, with his cock buried deep inside her.
Something about Jayne captivated him on many different levels. He responded to her air of fragility and the wonder he saw in her eyes when he caught her looking at him, and he found himself imprisoned in the seductive spell she wove as she danced. Her gaze found his and a sexy half-smile crossed her lips, sending an arrow of hot lust to his hardening shaft. He smiled back as he caught a glimpse of the temptress buried beneath her shy exterior and hoped like hell he’d get to know that part of her intimately.
* * * *
Ben Lawrence stood behind the bar, relieved that for the moment all eyes were on the dance floor. He glanced at Quinten and felt for him as he stood there with his hands braced in the edge of the bar. The only hint at what Quinten was thinking was visible in his hands, which were bunched into fists. He looked ready to jump the bar in one swift move if need be. Ben commiserated with him as he turned his gaze back to the strawberry-blonde minx gyrating with her friends on the dance floor.
Conversations continued along the bar but all eyes were glued on the dance floor. Camilla had seemed happy and hyper all night, and when Dave had put the rock song on, she’d looked hopefully at him. Ben had laughed and told her to go take a break with her friends if she wanted to. She understood little of how her need to cut loose was affecting the two men she worked with, one her boss and the other her coworker.
“Hot damn, would you watch that hot little thing shake her ass.”
“Wish I’d known she worked at that place in Morehead. I’d have paid good money to see her move like that in nothin’ but a G-string.”
Ben ground his teeth and quelled the urge to knock the two cowboys’ heads together. It was commonly known that Camilla had been a pole dancer and striptease artist at a gentleman’s club in Morehead. She never denied it or was embarrassed by it, but it set his teeth on edge that men along the bar were picturing the woman he loved with no clothing on.
She threw back her head and laughed gleefully with her friends as she swung her ass around in a trademark stripper’s move and slid her hands up her torso and cupped her breasts before sliding her hands into her silky strawberry-blonde ringlets.
He felt Quinten’s presence beside him and smiled at his groan of frustration. “I love that she knows how to move like that but it’s also killing me.”
“Me too. But we know where she stands.”
“I know.” Quinten’s tone spoke volumes. From the first day, Camilla O’Neal had made it clear that, because she’d been an exotic dancer, she knew she’d receive propositions from customers and coworkers alike. For that reason, she had no interest in dating anyone she met or worked with inside The Dancing Pony. She had to keep
her personal life completely separate. She didn’t even bring dates to the Dancing Pony, if she had time for dating at all. Camilla was high-energy and enjoyed her job and didn’t seem to mind her hours at all. Her goal was to eventually open her own club and had even talked to Ben about partnering with her on a club in a neighboring town at some point in the future.
While he knew that Camilla would be a good investment, that wasn’t the kind of partnership he wanted with her. Camilla’s strict hands-off policy applied to Quinten, too, since he was head bartender and her coworker, as well. They didn’t know who she dated, or even if she did, because she kept that part of her life separate from work. Ben could recall her words on her first night working in The Dancing Pony. “Work is work and fun is fun. I respect your policy and feel very strongly that the two must stay separate.”
As if reading his mind, Quinten mirrored her words. “If work is work, and fun is fun…what is this?”
“Torture.”
* * * *
Jack’s heart felt like it was about to pound out of his chest. “Grace!” Ethan and Adam were right behind Jack, running down the road after her.
“Why is she out here?” Adam asked as he caught up to him.
“Of all the fucking stupid things! I told her to make y’all chase her. Damn it! If she gets bit, I’ll never forgive myself! Grace!”
Rattlesnakes were nocturnal in the dead of summer in Texas.
Please, please, please, God!
“Grace, you answer right now, damn it!” Ethan called.
They stopped to listen, but Jack could barely hear the wind and crickets over the sound of his own breathing and the galloping of his heart in his ears.
Why isn’t she answering?
“Don’t scare her. She’ll panic, and she could get hurt out here,” Adam whispered. “Grace! It’s time to come out now!”
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