Only that wasn’t going to happen.
And just like that, her glow faded. She knew it. Reality always had a way of interfering where she was concerned. She was never going to be that woman who could let her men make the important decisions. She was never going to be the woman who could solely rely on her men to take care of her. Her previous life made damn sure that was never going to happen.
Eventually, she would get off this mountain, and she would have to return to reality. Reality was a bitch. She wished she could just stay up here, on this mountain, cut off from life, and just be. For once in her life, she just wanted peace, without looking over her shoulder wondering if someone was going to get her.
“I think I’m losing my touch, Steven,” Neil said, frowning.
“You may be right. Maybe you didn’t suck it enough?”
“Oh I sucked it. I think I forgot to nibble it.”
“Did you bite it? You know you have to bite it.”
“I bit it. I licked it. I sucked it, and hell, I even used my middle finger.”
“I know what you forgot! You forgot to slap it!” Steven replied. Instantly a stinging pain hit her clit, and Hazel screamed out as she was brought back to the two men before her. “What the hell!”
“See, now, that’s better.” Steven grinned, rubbing the spot where he smacked. “You almost hurt baby brother’s feelings, darling. Neil gets very pissy when a girl doesn’t gush and smile at him after he’s made you praise the almighty. You gotta stroke his ego a bit. That way he doesn’t get all mulish.”
“Mulish?” Neil asked, looking at his brother. Steven continued to rub the stinging spot. He was fueling her desire for more. “It means—”
“I know what it means, asshole, and I do not get mulish,” Neil huffed.
Smiling, Steven tweaked her clit, eliciting a low moan from her. “See, mulish.”
Grinning, Hazel didn’t give a rat’s ass if Neil threw down and had a fucking tantrum, as long as Steven didn’t stop what he was doing. She was still unsure how far everything would go between them, especially how far she would let it go. Considering her two visitors yesterday, she just wasn’t sure, but for now, she chose to forget everything.
Hazel had imagined graphically, and often, the consuming attention of these two men focused only on her. She had brought herself to orgasm frequently with visions of their two hungry mouths, hot and wet, driving her wild by sucking and nibbling on her erect, sensitive nipples. That much had been happily and fully achieved.
Yet she had also let her imagination get a glimpse of other possibilities. Other possibilities that were beyond her reach, yet within her mind. She allowed herself to dream the glorious steps beyond kissing, petting, and stroking. She wanted it all.
Thanks to Janie, Hazel had seen, and actually studied, some online videos of threesomes. Steven had teased her during one of their previous dates by showing her what it would be like with two men. Of course, she overreacted and the date ended with her slapping him across the face. Everything flowed through her mind as she prepared herself for the next step. She wanted to be between the two of them—with one cock in her mouth and another in her pussy. The thought made her tingle with anticipation and desire.
She looked over and found Neil on the bed next to her, his back against the headboard, smiling. Steven was standing at the foot of the bed, chatting with his brother as he gently rubbed her clit.
Steven stopped his ministrations, leaning over her. “Are you ready to play, Red?”
Breathlessly she whispered, “Yes.”
He kissed her with a kiss so tender and passionate, her heart burst.
“Baby brother needs some attention, love. Show him how much you want this. Make him believe it.”
In the low light of the single corner lamp, she rolled toward her fantasy. She placed a hand on each of his thighs, straining to reach his inviting lips. The grin Neil was wearing became a serious look of anticipation. His bright blue eyes darkened as she approached. His long arms wrapped around her as she sought the heat of his mouth. Her passion ignited the kiss. Lips mashed against each other. Her tongue snaked easily through his open teeth, searching his depths, communicating her appreciation for Neil’s earlier attention and her desire to take this fantasy to the next level.
His reaction was immediately evident to Hazel. His hard cock pressed into her soft stomach. Yet she took her time tasting her new playmate, rekindling the flames that burned so brightly before. The heat rose even further when she lifted her hand to his left nipple, squeezing gently at first, then more forcefully as she felt his welcoming response. Hazel could no longer ignore the hard cock beneath her. She slid her hand down his smooth chest, past his tight abs, to the junction between his legs.
For the first time she felt Neil’s cock directly. Its soft, silky skin covered the rigid hardness of his shaft. The velvety head was moist with pre-cum, which she smeared all over its top. Hazel couldn’t wait to taste him.
Trailing kisses down his broad chest, stealing a sharp bite of his left nipple, she scooted back on the bed. Her nails scratched as she clawed her way down him. He growled as she teased and tortured him the way he had done her moments ago.
She felt powerful, in control. The fact that she could deliver such pleasure in itself was intoxicating. Yet it was more.
Hazel loved the presence of a cock in her mouth. From the moment she realized what she could do with one, she savored her newfound skill. Even a finger was exciting for her. A hard cock, though, seeping with its slippery essence, sliding against her hungry tongue, pressing against her inner cheek, and filling her throat, well, that was something she craved. The pleasure she received from abandoning herself to the effort filled her with delight. Taking more and more of a cock inside, coming ever closer to its soft curls, embracing the musky scent, even gagging as she took it fully, was a process she yearned for. She had learned that her passion and talents were rare, which made her even more eager to share them in special moments. Neil was about to learn just how wonderful a hot, enthusiastic, focused blow job could be.
Eye-to-eye with Neil’s hard cock, Hazel had a decision to make. Should she go for the direct approach, or torture him? Of course, even though the hell they put her through over the last year shouldn’t impede her decision, her preference always was for the latter. So despite Neil’s eager, aggressive assault upon her senses earlier, Hazel knew that she needed to savor this moment.
Pointing his cock to the ceiling, she licked its base before dropping her moist tongue to his heavy, nicely trimmed sac. Hazel wasted no time in taking one of Neil’s balls into her mouth, rolling her tongue all around, sucking gently.
Neil moaned his approval, completely enjoying the feel of this new experience.
She had learned that busy hands multiplied the sensations of a good blowjob, but slickness was the key. Therefore, she began using her tongue to coat his cock with her saliva. Hazel held Neil’s balls with her left hand, softly squeezing, while her right was assisting her tongue with his hard shaft. Up and down, around and around, her tongue and hand spread the slick moisture over Neil’s tense skin.
“Oh fuck. She’s killing me.”
“Yeah it looks like you’re dying, asshole,” Steven responded dryly.
Hazel ignored their banter. This was her time. It had been so long. She had tasted Steven earlier. She needed to taste Neil. Her mouth watered as she looked at the delicious cock before her. Her fist glided in a spiraling motion up and down his shaft. She took the mushroom head between her hungry lips. Her tongue scooped up its pre-cum, savoring the salty taste, before inching down his cock.
Again and again her mouth moved up and down, each time taking a bit more of his thick shaft. All the while her twisting hand alternately met her lips before returning to the cock’s base.
“Fuck!” Neil growled, lifting his hips to encourage deeper penetration. His hands threaded into her hair, gripping her head tightly.
The bed dipped behind her. Steven’s h
ard hands rubbed and caressed her ass. She knew what he was going to do. She wanted him to. She needed his cock in her aching pussy. She wanted to feel the both of them, one in her mouth and the other in her cunt. Giving into her desires, she let herself go, embracing the pure, raw lust of them both.
Hazel caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror on the wall. Neil’s cock buried in her throat, his hands fisted in her hair, pressing her down on his raging, stiff rod. Kneeling, her ass in the air, she felt her pussy drip with excitement as Steven thrust his cock deep into her cunt from behind.
She cried out. Neil took advantage, pushing her head down further.
Each thrust by Steven pushed her forward and down further onto Neil’s cock. The result was a rather energetic and forceful deep-throated blow job. She gasped for air as his hard heat offered the delicious kind of abuse her throat craved. Her soft gagging was audible as Neil’s cock thrust deeply enough to trigger her gag reflex. Steven slammed into her forcefully, making her take more of Neil’s heady shaft. Steven’s gripped tightened on her hips as he thrust his cock deep and fast into her as she sucked and pumped Neil.
The exquisite torture she was now experiencing intensified. Deep throating Neil, she stretched out the sensations with her twisting and tugging hands, overwhelmed as Steven thrust vigorously, welding the three of them together.
“Fuck! Baby, I’m coming,” Neil cried. His hands tightened painfully as the first of many jets of cum spurted deep down her throat.
Neil’s orgasm triggered hers. The feeling of his thick, creamy spunk blasting against her throat, spilling out from the corners of her mouth with its volume, took her over the edge. Hazel, enthralled with Neil’s pleasure, let herself go as she screamed out her own release.
Steven’s thrusts had become more energetic as her clenching pussy sucked his cock in deeper. Her spasms seemed to go on forever. With one last push, his cock stiffened as he as he emptied himself into her, his seed splashing deep against her womb.
She collapsed against Neil as Steven fell over her. For the first time in a long time, Hazel was satisfied. Not just with her shattering orgasm, not with the powerful knowledge of finally making love to these two strong men, but with the knowledge of finally being able to let go of what she could not change. Her life might be in chaos right now, but for the time, this moment, she could let it all go and enjoy.
Steven rolled off to the side, allowing her to sandwich herself in between them both. She loved this part. The cuddling part. Her ex never liked to cuddle. When he was done servicing his needs, he always quickly left to clean himself. The fucker. Quickly shaking the thought from her mind, she refused to allow her past to impede on her afterglow. She was tired of comparing others to that sadistic bastard. She had survived, and she was never going back. Ever.
She really didn’t relish the thought of leaving Treasure Cove. It had become her home, and she loved it. Nevertheless, she could not chance her ex finding her there. There were too many people she cared about, and that would only give her ex the fuel he needed to re-acquire her. Sometimes she thought it would best if he had just killed her that day. That way nobody else would get hurt. And now, she had two more people to worry about.
They didn’t know. Hell, nobody knew but Gabriel. She still couldn’t believe he had come for her. She never thought he would, but he did. He rode in like a knight on a white horse and saved her. It was because of him she had lived the last two years in relative peace. But now that changed. Garret and Zac had found her, and she knew that her ex wouldn’t be far behind.
No matter how much she tried to forget the past, it looked as if she was doomed to repeat it.
Recovering enough of her wits, she dragged herself from the bed. Leaning over Steven, she kissed him softly on the cheek. She wasn’t sure how he would react to any leftover taste of Neil, and she had no interest in raising a question. These two very straight men played well together, never losing sight of their focus on her, but even she had her limits. She didn’t want to risk any change in them, she thought as she headed to the bathroom to freshen up.
* * * *
The moment Hazel disappeared into the bathroom, Neil shot up out of bed. “We have a problem,” he said, walking into the living room.
“What now?” Steven groaned, following. Neil was rummaging through the bag he brought in with him, looking for the satellite phone. When he found it, he looked at his brother. “I found someone coming down the pass. He said he was with a man and a woman who got trapped when the pass caved in. He wasn’t a hiker, Steven. He looked too citified. He also got real pissy when I refused to take him back to town, and the fucker took a shot at me. Someone is after you two.”
“Fuck. I knew I didn’t lose that bastard.”
“Yeah, well, he is on foot, which is good for us. It will take him about six hours to get up here. We can’t stay here. Eventually he will figure out how to get around the pass, and then we will be screwed. We need to get moving soon.”
“Call Braxton and let him know.”
“Already on it, brother,” Neil replied, moving toward the recliner just as Steven dove for it. “Fucker.”
“Snooze ya lose, brother.” Steven smiled.
Hitting the pre-programmed number, Neil flipped his brother the bird as he waited patiently for Braxton to pick up the phone. He knew the sheriff would be waiting on his call. Though Neil didn’t know how long it was going to take to remove all the debris from the rockslide Steven caused, he was grateful that they had piles and piles of tonnage between them and the asshole hiking up to meet them. Neil knew he should have shot the fucker when he had the chance, but he didn’t want to make a mistake and actually hit a tourist. But when that son of a bitch shot at him, his only thought was getting to his brother.
Of course, looking now, he wished the stranger had better aim. It was a shock to say the least when he walked in and saw what he did, but none of that mattered now. The main thing was getting off this mountain and to safety.
“About fucking time, asshole. What the hell took you so long?” Braxton roared.
“Been kinda busy up here, you know, dodging bullets, saving my brother, you know, the typical stuff.”
“Stop fucking around up there. You should have called sooner.”
“Well, I’m calling now. What’s the damn urgency?” he asked.
“The urgency is I have a town cut off down here and to top it off, I have two U.S. Marshals in my office.”
“Why?” Neil growled. The tone of his voice alerted Steven, who was now standing beside him.
“Personal business that doesn’t concern you. Is Hazel with you?” Braxton asked.
“Yeah, she’s here. Why?”
“Good. You just make sure nothing happens to her and get your ass to Celestial. Pronto!”
Laughing, Neil replied, “It’s going to take us a couple of days, dude. You do realize Pear Peak and Starlight Pass are on top of the mountain, right? It’s not easy trekking up here, ever. Pear Peak is lower than Starlight. We have to ride another seven hundred feet to get to Starlight, then follow the trail down the backside of the mountain. If you think you can move faster, buddy, then by all means, get your ass up here, and you do it. Why did you ask about Hazel? Spill it, Braxton.”
“The short version? Hazel’s the key material witness in a criminal case. Apparently, the jackass judge on the bench granted some douchebag bail, and he might be looking for Hazel to shut her up. Just make sure nothing happens to her and get your asses to Celestial fast,” Braxton said.
Steven nodded as Neil informed the sheriff, “Well, Pear Peak is closed indefinitely. There was a rockslide, followed by a small avalanche. You’re gonna need the big cat up here, along with a couple of dozers. It’s gonna be a couple of weeks before it’s clear. Don’t worry about Hazel. She’s our responsibility now. Besides, you have a man headed toward town. Tall, black hair, about two hundred and ten pounds, wearing slacks and a black leather jacket. He shot Steven and took a shot at me.
Kill the fucking bastard if you see him.”
“Fuck! I don’t need this shit,” Braxton moaned. “Fine, you just keep the peace between Steven and Hazel, and I’ll call Pisces and let him know to expect you. Do not let her out of your sight until you hand her over to the Marshals. I’m sending Tucker with them so they don’t get lost. It will take them about two days to get to Celestial. In the meantime, get the fuck off that mountain. Weather reports say there is a massive storm coming in from Canada. It’s going to drop a shitload of snow up there. If you get your ass moving you can beat the storm, so the sooner you head out, the better. Call me, when you get to Celestial. And, Neil, be careful. This douchebag isn’t someone you want to fuck with.”
“Got it. Protect the damsel, and kill the bad guys.”
“Just don’t get shot. Your momma can’t take much more.”
“We’ll be careful. Call you in a couple of days,” Neil said and then hit the “end” button on the phone. “Looks like we might have some unwanted company following us.”
Steven looked out the window of the cabin and groaned. “We’re not going to make it out of here before that storm hits. Besides, there was no way Hazel would have made it over the pass. With the temperatures already dropping, and the snow picking up, she would have frozen to death. Let’s just hope that fucker turned back toward town. We have to wait out this storm.”
“What’s going on?” Her soft voice filled the room. Walking toward her, Neil engulfed her in his arms. God he loved how she molded herself to him. All soft and warm, he never wanted to let her go and he definitely did not want to upset her with what he just found out. “We thought we might make a run for Celestial, but it looks like Mother Nature has other plans. Do you mind being stuck her till the storm passes?”
“No. I guess not,” she said. When Steven looked away, Neil knew he had to do something quick. He had just had the best time of his life, and he was not going to let whatever happened in her past interfere. All three of them had let go of so much within the last hour, he couldn’t stand anything coming between them. For so long he had waited and hoped that Hazel would be receptive to the both of them. Neil didn’t know what happened yesterday, nor did he care. All that mattered was that they were together.
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