Small Town Siren

by Sophie Oak

“Yes,” she breathed.

  “Should I let her come, Sam?”

  “I don’t know, Jack,” Sam replied, his voice husky. “She did think we were gay.”

  Jack’s fingers moved down and dipped into her soaking wet pussy. Abby cried out. He pushed in one and then two fingers. “I think we’ll have to forgive her for that. Let’s make it plain from here on out exactly how much we want her.”

  He moved suddenly and with power. Jack lifted her up. Her back was against the wall, and he moved between her thighs.

  “Wrap your legs around me. Follow my lead. This part is all about you. This part is lovely and sweet and it’s for you.” Jack pushed against her, placing the hard ridge of his erection right against her clit. “Can you follow my instructions?”

  “Yes.” She squirmed against his jean-clad erection. There was only his jeans and her cotton panties between them now. He felt so good against her.

  “Yes, Jack,” he corrected. “You say my name when I’m fucking you.”

  Sam’s face was taut. She could see him plainly over Jack’s shoulder. “Damn it, Jack, you’re killing me here. Finish her off. I want to watch her come.”

  “Please, Jack.” Her need was so urgent. She was ready to explode. She could do it if he would rub her clit once. That was all she needed. She was so close. “Please, it’s been so long.”

  “Then ride me, baby.” He pushed up against her.

  She was caught between the hard wall and an even harder Jack. He kissed her deeply while he stroked her up and down his cock.

  “How long has it been, baby?” He never broke the rhythm of his thrusting hips.

  Jack had been right. There was something sweet about this. They could have been teenagers stealing pleasure. “Four years,” Abby practically cried.

  She heard Sam and Jack’s shock, but she wasn’t concerned with that right then. She tightened her legs around Jack. She was so close. It was right there. “Please.”

  “Hush now.” Jack gently nipped her ear, sending electricity through her. “I’ll take care of you.”

  His palms wrapped around the globes of her ass, and he pushed up one last time. His big erection slid over her clit.

  Abby sobbed when she came.

  She was shaking lightly as she came down from the high. Jack transferred her back to the counter. He kissed her gently. His hands pushed back inside her panties.

  “You are so wet, darlin’.” Jack continued to lightly caress her pussy, sending her into spasms as he hit her still-sensitive clit. She was boneless against him, and he seemed to revel in it.

  “I got the first kiss.” Jack pulled his hand out of her, and she protested the loss. He wasn’t listening. He held his wet fingers out. “You want the first taste?”

  Sam’s eyes glazed over. Without hesitation, he left his post to join them. He looked at Jack’s callused fingers coated in her cream.

  “You know I do.” Sam’s voice was almost guttural. He leaned over with no self-consciousness and sucked those creamy fingers into his mouth. He licked her arousal off Jack’s fingers. She felt herself getting wet all over again. “Oh, god, she’s so sweet.”

  Jack looked at her. He leaned over and kissed her briefly. “No more games, Abigail. We want you to come home with us tonight. We want you with us. Think about it. That was a small taste of what we can do for you, but understand, we want you for more than sex. We’re serious about you. If you can’t say the same, then stay here. We’ll be waiting in the truck.”

  He dropped one last kiss on her mouth and then the damn man strode out the door. She watched him go with great regret.

  Sam shrugged. “He’s serious. He really won’t bother you again if you don’t come with us. Don’t worry, Abby. I’m not like Jack. I’ll bother you until you’re so sick of me you give in.” Sam took her head in his hands and pressed his lips to hers in an almost innocent kiss. “Make it easy on me. Come home with us.”

  Sam left, too. She had to think about it.

  For roughly two seconds.

  She was out the door, running to catch up. There was no way she was letting them go now.

  There was a knowing smile on Jack’s lips as he paid the tab. He winked up at Christa. “Abby’s shift is ending early tonight.”

  “It is?” Christa looked at her, her brows rising.

  “It is.” Jack sounded sure of himself now. He took her hand and Abby followed him.

  And felt herself blushing as she walked out to the truck.

  The ride back to the Barnes-Fleetwood Ranch seemed to take forever. Abby sat between Jack and Sam in Jack’s enormous black truck. Her hands were folded in her lap. She was sure she looked very prim and proper and not at all like a woman who had recently ridden a man to orgasm in a bathroom. She felt a smile curl her lips up. It was good to feel naughty.

  Jack made it easy on her. He talked about everyday things, calming her and making her feel like this was all normal.

  “There it is.” Pride was plain in Sam’s voice as he pointed out the ranch house. It was big, with a wide porch and bay windows. In the distance, Abby could see a big barn and a smaller house. Despite the fact that she’d grown up in Willow Fork, she’d never been out to the Jones spread. Mr. Jones hadn’t been particularly sociable, and his son had been a few years behind her in school.

  “It’s huge.” She studied the big ranch house. It looked to be in excellent shape, with a large wraparound porch and neatly kept yard. The driveway had been upgraded to smooth concrete, but she could see where a gravel road led back toward the barn.

  “It’s a good house. It has great bones. It was one of the reasons we decided to settle here.” Jack brought the truck to a stop.

  She was still dazed when Sam hopped out of the truck. He reached back in to help her out.

  “I’m so happy you’re here, Abby.” There was a satisfied smile on Sam’s face.

  Jack got out and went to unlock the front door.

  “I am, too.” Though now certain problems were popping up. She’d run out of the diner awfully fast. “I probably should have grabbed my bag from Christa’s place. And gotten my car. My car is at Christa’s, too. I could go get it and come back.”

  “I’ll take care of everything in the morning.” Jack opened the door. “Trust me to take care of you.”

  Sam took her hand and led her swiftly through a long hallway. She got a vague impression of a house that needed a woman’s touch. The house was older, but Jack was right. It had good bones. Sam opened the door to the bedroom. Jack turned on the light behind them while Sam picked her up and then set her gently on the king-sized bed. Sam pulled his clothes off, throwing them in a pile on the floor by the bed. Jack stood over her, looking down with a smile playing on his sensual lips. It was the happiest she could remember seeing Jack since the first time she met him. Her heart filled when she realized she had put that smile on his face.

  “I’m going to watch for a while, darlin’.” Jack leaned over to kiss her. He played lightly with her mouth before stepping back with a rueful grin. “I think Sam has some things he would really like to do to you.”

  “Damn straight,” Sam said, and Abby’s eyes widened as she got her first good look at him. He was beautiful. His body was rock hard. He had long legs and strong arms. His chest was cut and tapered perfectly to his lean waist and then there was…

  “Wow.” Her words came out as a breathy giggle. She looked at Sam’s enormous cock. Long and thick, he was beautiful everywhere.

  “That’s what all the girls say. Take off her clothes, Sam.” Jack watched the scene with heavily-lidded eyes. Abby could see his dick straining against his jeans. He seemed to be built on the same monstrous proportions as his friend.

  “Anything you say, boss,” Sam drawled. He hauled her into an upright position. His hands moved quickly as he unbuttoned the front of her uniform, pushing it aside and exposing her breasts. He whistled as he stared down at her breasts, barely held in place by a lace demi-cup bra. “Damn, now that is per
fect.”

  Abby knew she should be feeling self-conscious, but she was still a bit drunk from the first real man-given orgasm she’d had in four years. It gave her a confidence she hadn’t felt in forever. She pulled her arms out of the sleeves and eased out of the uniform. She reached around the back of her bra and quickly twisted the clasp loose. She tossed the bra away, wanting more than anything to feel Sam’s hands on her. She lay back on the big bed.

  It was hard to feel self-conscious when Sam looked like he was going to drool. Abby smiled at him. His hands came out to cup her breasts.

  “See, these pretty things are begging for me to suck on them.” Sam looked utterly fascinated.

  “Get the rest of her clothes off first, Sam,” Jack said quietly, but it was a tone that brooked no disobedience.

  Sam nodded, obviously used to following orders. Jack pulled up a chair and sank gracefully down. He unfastened his fly, but he didn’t pull out his cock. A lazy predator who knew he’d get his fill.

  “You are beautiful, Abigail.” Sam looked at her with lust in his eyes.

  “Right back at ya, Sam,” she managed with a husky laugh. Her hands were still shaking a tiny bit, and she wondered if it was the cold or the fact that she was finally playing out her deepest fantasy. She wasn’t sure why she was so stuck on the idea of being loved by two men. Perhaps it was because both the men in her life that she’d cared about had died and the thought of loving and then being alone again left her hollow. Or perhaps it was simply the way the writers she read made it sound—being surrounded by warmth and pleasure, two men who put her first, who needed her so much they were willing to share…it was a fantasy, but for tonight she intended to revel in it.

  Sam’s warm hands ran up her legs to her hips, where he hooked his thumbs under her bikini panties and dragged them down and off. He swore as he revealed her pussy.

  “I told you,” Jack said with a knowing grin. He looked at her, and she began to get the idea that this was where Jack felt comfortable. He was in control. Despite the fact that he wasn’t the one on the bed with her, he was still calling the shots, and that did something for her. Utterly self-assured and confident, Jack watched Sam salivating over her naked body. Jack’s eyes lit up as he looked her over. He leaned forward and palmed her breast, sending a flash of heat through her. “Sam has a thing about pretty, naked pussies. I think he’s finally found his heart’s desire.”

  “Ohhh,” Abby moaned as Sam’s fingers ran up the slit of her pussy. It made her very happy she’d kept up her grooming routine during her long dry spell.

  “It’s perfect. It looks like a hot, ripe peach, and I love peaches.” Sam climbed onto the bed and settled between her legs.

  She couldn’t breathe. He was so close. It had been forever since she’d been this turned on, her every nerve alight with desire. She wanted them, wanted them in a way she hadn’t wanted anything in a long while. It was like someone had flipped a switch and her black and white world had suddenly shifted to vibrant color. Sam hooked her knees over his shoulders, and she felt the heat of his mouth hovering over her, teasing and tempting her.

  “Jack?”

  She heard Sam ask the question, a plea in his voice.

  “Go on, Samuel.” Jack gave the order. “Eat that sweet pussy.”

  “With pleasure.”

  She bit back a scream as Sam ran his tongue through the full length of her pussy. She felt herself cream as he settled in to torment her. He kissed, licked, and loved her with his tongue and lips.

  “Oh, god, Sam,” she ground out as she wound her hands in his curly hair. Sam responded by parting her with his fingers and fucking her with his tongue.

  She caught Jack’s gaze as he seemed to be watching her, studying her response.

  “It’s his real talent. He considers it his life’s work.” Jack had finally pulled his cock out, and he sat there with his legs spread. His big, beautiful dick jutted out from the V of his thighs, and he stroked it up and down while he watched them. The purple crown and the drop of cream topping it held her attention even as Sam continued his slow devouring of her.

  Jack’s eyes heated up, going from his normally cool emerald to a warm green. He stroked himself again but swiped his thumb over the head of his cock, sweeping off the pre-cum. He leaned forward and put his finger to her mouth.

  “Taste me,” he demanded.

  She sucked his thumb into her mouth and tasted the salty essence of Jack Barnes. She sucked off every bit of that drop and longed for more. Jack pulled his thumb out and kissed her, tangling their tongues briefly before pulling away again. He winked at her and then moved lower.

  Her back arched off the bed as Jack captured a nipple in his mouth and sucked. Sam continued his assault. His mouth moved to her swollen clitoris, tonguing it as he thrust his fingers into her pussy.

  “Oh, oh, I’m gonna come again.” It was building inside, rising like a wave that threatened to overwhelm her.

  “Come on my mouth, baby,” Sam urged her. “Come all over my mouth. I’ll lick it all up.”

  “I think I might try that, too.” Jack growled, and he moved down her body. Like they’d done it a thousand times before, Sam replaced his fingers with his strong tongue, and she felt the heat of Jack’s mouth working her clit hard. She looked at the two heads working in time and felt her womb spasm as the orgasm raced through her. Her head fell back, and she let the sensation roll over her body in delicious waves of ecstasy. She stroked Jack’s soft black hair as she fell back to Earth.

  He and Sam licked and sucked for a while longer, doing exactly what Sam promised, trying to suck up all her cream. They teased and tormented her until she didn’t think she could take any more. Finally, Jack moved up to kiss her lips, and she opened like a flower for him. She was completely willing to do whatever these two men wanted. While Jack explored her mouth, Sam stayed between her legs. He seemed to be endlessly fascinated with her taste and smell and feel.

  “Did you like that, baby?” Jack’s voice was low and husky in her ear.

  “You know I did, Jack,” she said. “That was the best orgasm of my entire life. Thank you. Thank you, Sam.”

  She felt him smile against her pussy. “You’re welcome, darlin’. Just so you know, I am willing to work for food.”

  “I’ll remember that.” She laughed and for the first time in a long time, truly relaxed.

  * * * *

  Jack’s cock was harder than he could ever remember it being, but he had more to prove to Abigail than the fact that he could get a raging erection. He took a deep breath and stood up. Quickly, he pulled his clothes off and lay back down beside her, putting a possessive hand over her belly.

  This time was different. He’d known it would be if they could simply get her into bed. He’d known sleeping with Abigail would mean something different than the encounters they’d had before. This time was more than sex. Seeing her in his big bed felt right, but he also was smart enough to know the fight wasn’t over yet.

  This was a woman who had no intentions of hanging around. He needed to find a way to make her want to stay because he had no intentions of some short-term affair.

  He was a careful man and he didn’t jump into anything long term easily, but weeks of knowing her, pursuing her, had taught him one thing. He wanted her, and that wasn’t a feeling that would be assuaged in a few weeks. He was beginning to think he might need a lifetime with this woman.

  Jack slowed down despite the throb in his cock. He had a couple of questions. Besides, Sam was still doing his thing. He’d moved up and started to nuzzle her magnificent tits. Jack cuddled up to the left side of her and kissed her mouth again. He was never going to get used to how he felt when he kissed her.

  Electric. Alive. So fucking possessive he could barely stand it.

  She moved restlessly as Sam laved her nipples.

  “Why four years, baby?” Jack brushed her pretty red hair back.

  Her voice was breathless, but she answered him immediately. �
�Too much going on. Ben was sick, and then I was mourning. I had a teenage daughter to raise. I didn’t have time, but if I had, I wouldn’t have found anything like this.”

  “So you haven’t had a relationship like this before.” Despite those hot books of hers, he would have bet his life she hadn’t actually tried ménage. “We’re your first.”

  And for damn sure your last.

  “Why would you think I’ve done this before?” Her hazel eyes were wide.

  Sam looked up from tonguing her nipples. “Baby, all the books you read are about ménage. It’s a reasonable assumption you might have tried it before.”

  Her face flushed, eyes going wide with obvious horror. “How do you know about my books?”

  Sam came up on her right side, and she was caught between them. “Darlin’, I found that box of dirty books in Christa’s garage.”

  Abigail tried to sit up, but Jack had her pinned down with a hand on her belly and a leg over hers. She gave Sam a stern look. “You went through my things?”

  Sam’s face was completely unrepentant. He laughed deep in his throat as he nuzzled her neck and his fingers played with her nipples. “Just your books, but if the rest of your stuff is half as hot as those books, I’ll inspect all of it.”

  Abby looked like she wanted to protest. It was definitely time to distract her. He ran his tongue along the shell of her ear. Sam joined in, palming her breasts.

  “Do you want to check out my vibrator, too?” The question popped out of Abigail’s mouth and she turned a bright red.

  “Yes,” Sam replied quickly. “I would very much like to see your vibrator and any other sex toys you have.”

  “And all your lingerie.” Oh, she was fun to tease. He loved how her whole body flushed the sweetest pink when she was embarrassed. “I bet her vibrator is one of those little things. Women always buy vibrators too small. We should get her a butterfly.”

  Sam’s eyes lit up. “A strap-on with a remote control. We could make her wear it when she works at the café, and we could turn it on when she’s pouring coffee and watch her come.”