Caught in the Middle

by Desiree Holt

  “Bill kinda sucks,” Troy chuckled, a rich masculine sound that seemed to emit from deep within his chest.

  Up close, he seemed larger than he had at the door. Anneke decided he was probably well built beneath his workman’s shirt.

  Grabbing her beer, she slid off her stool and joined Amanda, who still stood mesmerised by Troy’s piercing gaze.

  Unfortunately for Amanda, Troy seemed more focused on Anneke’s eyes, though she caught the slightest movement of his gaze roaming down the line of her body.

  She bet his tongue would probably disappear between the valley of her breasts.

  Hell, she knew it would. The thought hardened her nipples.

  He tilted his hat and pointed towards the pool tables with an open palm.. “After you, ladies.”

  Anneke began walking, aware of the heated intensity in Troy’s eyes. His burning stare ignited something low in her belly though she had her back to him. It wasn’t hard to tell when a man looked at her ass, especially since the jeans she wore hugged her perfectly and emphasised every movement of her legs.

  Jamie had told her so the first time she’d seen Anneke in them.

  The four of them found Bill setting up a table in the far corner by a TV on a platform mounted to the wall. Bill took the beer Troy offered and sipped long from the frosty mug.

  “Damn, that’s good after a day on the ranch. I see you brought friends. My name’s Bill.” He extended a hand to Jamie, who was closest to him.

  She took his hand and gripped it, shaking with each pump up and down. “Jamie,” she managed to get out the word after he let go.

  “Anneke,” she offered her hand and was met with the same reaction as Jamie. The firm grip from his calloused hands lingered slightly longer than was correct for a handshake, followed by a smile that seemed to reach his perfect sea-green eyes. His face wasn’t as rugged as Troy’s, but it held a charm of its own. Dimples formed when he smiled and took the edge off his rough appearance.

  “Shall we?” Troy set the cue ball firmly on the table before reaching for a pool stick. “Ladies against gents?”

  Anneke looked at Jamie and Amanda. Both women nodded. Anneke smirked. It wasn’t that she was against being led into the den of wolves. It was more or less how simply things seemed to line up.

  Of course, if her friends had anything to do with it, it was for her own good.

  “Sure. I’m game. Jamie can break.” Anneke retrieved a pool stick from the many on the wall then rolled it along the table to check its evenness. Satisfied, she glanced at Troy and Bill. “I like a straight stick.”

  Troy smiled, his lips curving upwards in a wicked grin. “I appreciate a woman who likes them firm.”

  Bill snickered and nodded.

  Jamie picked up a stick and looked down the length of the wood. “It’s nice and hard.” She snickered, a blush reaching her face.

  Bending over the table, she took careful aim, adjusted the stick between her fingers and punched the cue ball directly into the triangle formation, sending balls scattering everywhere.

  “Balls on the table. Nice.” This came from Amanda.

  Bill and Troy exchanged glances before Troy stepped forward to line up a shot. He sank a solid coloured ball into the corner pocket. “Girls are stripes, I guess.” He took aim on a ball near the side pocket.

  Anneke waited for him to strike before she coughed.

  As she planned, the ball just missed the side pocket, rebounding off the corner before slowing to a halt in the centre of the table.

  “Now that’s not fair.” The grin on Troy’s face seemed more devilish than innocent, Anneke decided. Still, the intensity of his gaze on her body radiated within her.

  She snorted. “Like I’d cheat at a game I’m already good at. Besides, it’s not my fault that some men can’t handle their balls.”

  “Oh babe, you’re mistaken there.” Troy gestured with his hips, a glint in his eyes.

  Walking to Troy, Anneke licked her lips. She bent over the table, directly in front of him, giving him a view of her ass.

  The moment his eyes roamed up the length of her body, the hairs stood on edge on the back of her neck. Still, she sank her shot with ease. Slowly straightening, she glided to another area of the table, bending over in front of Bill and giving him a great view of exposed cleavage.

  He set a hand on his hip, and his tongue darted out over his bottom lip.

  Anneke smiled and banked her shot against the opposing wall only to miss the corner pocket slightly.

  “Aw, poor baby couldn’t handle the ball.” Troy snickered behind Anneke.

  Anneke wiggled her ass and made a clucking noise before standing to face him. There was a note of humour in his tone that she found amusing. “No, I have great ball skills. Sometimes the stick’s not up to par.” She walked past him, running a hand over his well-muscled arm.

  She swore Troy flexed his arm beneath the shirt for her benefit.

  He lined up a shot, looking down the line of the stick. His lips turned upward in a little bow she found endearing until a wicked glint reached his eyes, and he sank his shot.

  “Looks like I can handle my balls and stick.” He moved in for another shot.

  “I like a man who can handle his stick.” Amanda chuckled in a low, throaty voice.

  Anneke shot her a glare. Weren’t they supposed to be getting her that threesome?

  For that matter, was Bill even interested?

  Amanda smirked and waited for Troy to miss his third shot. She sauntered to the table and bent low enough that her breasts practically fell out of her top. She puckered her lips and kept her gaze on Anneke’s reaction.

  Anneke snorted and pushed her own breasts upwards, adjusting them in the top she wore.

  As if on purpose, Amanda missed her shot, a simple straight shot into the side pocket.

  “Damn, I must be rusty.” She took a sip of her beer.

  Jamie came around the table and wrapped a hand around Anneke, almost possessively. She stood on tiptoes and whispered into Anneke’s ear. “Are you interested in these two, honey?”

  Anneke glanced at Bill, who was aiming his shot. The line of his body would fit perfectly against her if she backed up to the bulge in his pants. It also seemed that Troy had plans of his own with the way he stared at Anneke, but were the two of them friends enough to share a woman?

  Anneke nodded and patted Jamie on the ass. “Yeah. We’ll see.”

  Jamie shook her head and walked back towards Amanda.

  “Another round?” Bill headed towards the bar.

  Nodding, Anneke leaned against the wall and watched Troy take another shot. The man wasn’t bad at pool, she had to give him that. But his body was more interesting than his technique. She wondered just how well he handled himself in bed and grew aroused, the coil in her belly pooling heat between her thighs. Good thing she’d worn jeans tonight, otherwise she’d have wetness dripping from her pussy down her thighs.

  She watched Amanda and Jamie take shots to clear the table before Bill came back with another round for everyone. He handed the girls their drinks, set one down for Troy and came back to hand Anneke hers.

  She took the beer, their fingers touching, and a spark of excitement tingled through her. His hand lingered just a little longer again, as did the smile on his lips.

  He was clean shaven and smelled of man. His closeness to her made her nose twitch. She took a long sip of the cool liquid before setting her drink on the table.

  “Up for one more game, ladies?” This came from Troy as he took a sip of his beer.

  Amanda shook her head. “It’s nearing my bedtime, and I know Jamie has to be up early, too. What say we take a rain check?”

  Anneke frowned. “You girls dragged me out for two beers and an early night?”

  “Aw, that’s no fun. We were just getting warmed up.” Troy came around to stand by Anneke. “How about you, gorgeous?”

  She shook her head and frowned harder. “I’m afraid I’m the o
ne who brought these two. I’d have to leave with them.”

  “Well, that makes sense, I suppose.” Troy looked disappointed but managed to keep the hint of the seduction in his voice that had revved Anneke’s engine earlier. “Here,” he reached into his pocket and retrieved a business card. He flipped it over and handed it to her.

  She took it and slid it between her breasts, licking her lips as she did so.

  “Call me.” He winked at her.

  Anneke walked to the other side of the table where Amanda and Jamie waited. “Sure will, cowboy.” She winked back. Taking a sip of her beer, she finished the last swig and set down the empty bottle.

  Amanda and Jamie followed suit. Both set down their empty bottles on the shelf behind them before eyeing the guys.

  “We’ll be here next week if you’re around,” Troy said to all three women but kept a heated gaze on Anneke.

  “Oh, I plan to be.” She hugged Troy firmly.

  His hand patted her ass lightly.

  She tilted her hips forward and pressed against the impressive bulge in his pants.

  She did the same with Bill. His hug was firm, strong. Just like his cock.

  “Ready, girls?” Amanda extended her hand and waited.

  Jamie and Anneke linked arms with Amanda before striding out of the bar and into the parking lot.

  Anneke stopped when they were about three feet from the car. “Okay,” she spun around and glared at the other two. “What was with that?”

  Jamie shrugged her shoulders.

  Amanda coughed.

  “You two drag me out for a few beers, with the idea of getting me laid, then bail out on me after two beers? What the hell?” She eyed them both warily.

  Amanda stepped forward. “You could give us the keys and go back in there. I’m sure neither of them would mind.” Her chest stuck out proudly beneath her top despite it being a loose-fitting nightie.

  “I could, and that’d leave me stuck with the two of them overnight. I have a big presentation in the morning, and I don’t care about it. But I think it’s kinda fucked up that you two appeared to be setting me up, don’t you think?”

  Jamie yawned. “I think it’s about that time.”

  Anneke glared at her.

  Jamie frowned and looked at Amanda. Her expression looked like she’d just been caught.

  Anneke noticed Jamie stepping towards Amanda. “Come on, what’s up, you two?” She set a hand on her hip and waited for an explanation.

  Amanda relaxed her shoulders and sighed heavily. “Well, it wasn’t entirely a set up. I mean, we knew those two guys would be there, but we haven’t met them yet.” She looked at Jamie, who nodded at the same time while clinging to Amanda.

  “Relax, Jamie. I’m not going to kill you, though I totally should. A simple mention of that little fact, and I might have been more inclined to go out.” Anneke ran a hand through her hair and sighed. She looked at her watch. It was barely eleven o’clock.

  “Those two are regulars, Anneke. They’re pretty safe. Haven’t seen a ring on their fingers or other women with them.” Amanda settled an arm around Anneke and led her towards the car.

  She went willingly while fumbling for her keys in her pocket.

  “Yeah, I almost thought they were gay at first.” Jamie slid in the backseat.

  “Hush, Jamie.” Amanda glowered.

  The three women laughed and pulled out of the parking lot. Heading home, Anneke kept quiet while Amanda and Jamie talked nonsensically about this and that.

  Arriving back at Anneke’s, the girls piled out of the car and leaned against it. Amanda and Jamie looked pretty impressed with themselves, judging by the looks on their faces. Huffing, Anneke smirked. “Goodnight, girls,” Anneke kissed them both on the cheek before sending them off.

  Both of them waved and walked down the street towards their cars. Watching to make sure they both drove off safely, Anneke shut the door and locked it, sliding against the doorframe with a heavy sigh.

  Closing her eyes, she thought about the evening. Troy was a delicious man. He had a hell of a build if the rest of him was as hard as the biceps she’d grazed earlier. His smile was killer, and his eyes…oh goddess, those eyes. What it would be like to let him mount her while she looked into deep blue eyes that held desire only for her while those strong arms gripped her shoulders and he drove what she presumed was a massive cock into her slit.

  Then there was Bill. He was a little more round than Troy, but he had a definite masculine gait to his walk, a stride that showed deliberate confidence. What if she felt his cock brush against her ass…slowly sliding itself in?

  “Argh!” she screamed as beads of wetness formed at her thighs. Her panties were already soaked, and she’d manually pleasured herself earlier.

  One look at the clock told her it was late already. Almost midnight.. She had yet to go over her presentation because she’d been too busy watching bad porn with the girls. Oh well, at least they’d had a bit of fun.

  She trudged down the hall and stripped off her clothes until she was down to bra and panties. One glance at herself in the mirror then back at the clock and she realised it was too late to go over her presentation notes before bed. She tugged off the remainder of her undergarments. Crawling beneath the covers, she resigned herself to bed, unsatisfied yet determined to bag herself two cowboys for a threesome.

  Chapter Three

  Anneke tossed and turned all night with visions of two men dancing in her head. They seduced her, starting off with slow kisses along her neck, her jaw, her collarbone. Strong hands gripped her shoulders while a second pair held her firmly at her hips.

  Her deft fingers moved over rippled muscles beneath the fabric of a charcoal grey T-shirt stretched over taut muscles to feel the hardness of a smooth chest and chiselled stomach.

  Nails scratched along skin while teeth nipped her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine. Arching her hips against the thick bulge beneath coarse blue jeans, she waited for her own pants to be removed.

  Thick fingers worked down her waist, skittering lightly over her skin to the zipper of her jeans. With a light tug, the zipper fell.

  Soon, her jeans were off, and she stood between two hot men who had their hands all over her. Leaning back against the one, she felt a pair of arms circle her waist, pulling her into the warm body while a mouth locked onto her neck.

  Another pair of lips settled over her breast, tongue laving through the material of her shirt.

  The fabric of her top irritated her breasts to the point where her nipples begged to be suckled into hard little peaks.

  The mouth over one breast did just that, pulling and pressing with a firm tongue.

  Sensation shot down her spine and she arched her hips upward.

  A powerful thigh spread her legs while hands splayed over her waist.

  Fingers dipped beneath the waistband of her panties and began the descent into her creamy slit.

  Bam! The alarm clock buzzed loudly, waking Anneke from her sleep. “God damn it!” She threw a hand against the alarm, shutting it off. Stretching, she looked down at the sheets to see them tangled around her bare thighs. Her pussy was soaked, the smell of wanton lust filling her nostrils this morning. She looked at the clock. It was barely a quarter after five. She had just enough time to get a shower, eat breakfast and dash off to work.

  How she could give her presentation in her current state of mind was beyond her. The erotic dreams she’d had all night had kept her tossing and turning, as evidenced by the tangle of sheets.

  Slipping out of bed, she padded into the bathroom, showered quickly, dressed and rushed into the kitchen to pour a glass of orange juice and make a quick breakfast out of yogurt and oats.

  Downing her juice and inhaling her breakfast, she grabbed her briefcase and keys then noticed the business card on the table beside her keys.

  She picked it up and looked at it, a wicked smile crossing her lips at the thought of calling Troy and Bill later today.


  Would they both be agreeable to a threesome?

  She sure as hell hoped so. They were oh so ready and willing in last night’s dreams.

  It hadn’t even been that long since she’d had sex. Damn, she’d slept with Jones two weeks ago before she’d thought of calling it off with that bastard. Not that sex with him was spectacular or anything. More like dismal.

  Hell, she’d had to finish herself.

  Again.

  What a disappointment.

  Tucking the card into her briefcase, she walked into the hall. Locking her door behind her, she headed towards her car.

  A moment later, she’d pulled onto the highway and sped towards work. She grinned to herself. She had a plan to get herself in some trouble with two hunky men..

  ———

  After giving her presentation with renewed enthusiasm and a healthy dose of coffee, the rest of the day was uneventful. Revealing figures and facts to the board of directors had been something Anneke didn’t want to do, based on the dismal financial outcome, but the only thing she was truly concerned with at the moment was coming.

  Hard and fast.

  She strolled out of the boardroom with folders in hand and a sense of accomplishment until she’d spotted an annoyance just down the hall.

  “Anneke, baby.” The man strode towards her, snapping his fingers and pointing at her. “Free tonight?” He was dressed impeccably in three-piece, navy blue suit with matching tie. And he reeked of expensive cologne that would surely play hell with her sinuses later if she didn’t vanish now.

  Throwing a hand up, she brushed right past the obnoxious troll. “Skip it, Jones. No time, you pompous bastard!” Damn, that felt good! She continued walking towards her office, giddy about the phone call she was about to make.

  Shutting the door to her office, she slid on top of the desk and picked up the phone. Retrieving the card from beneath her briefcase, she dialled the number and leaned back comfortably on one hand.

  She crossed her legs while the phone rang until a heavenly, deep, male voice picked up.

  “Hello, Angus Brothers Farm where our meats are organic and grass fed. This is Troy. What can I do for you?”