Small Town Siren

by Sophie Oak

  Sam murmured to her while stroking her hair. “Just relax.”

  Easy for him to say. Jack pushed the plug gently forward. Sam wasn’t having something shoved up his ass to make way for something even bigger to later be shoved up his ass. Abby concentrated on breathing and letting Jack have his way. Lots of women did this. Many of the women in her books dealt with anal plugs, and they seemed to like them just fine.

  “Push back for me, sweetheart,” Jack ordered.

  Abby groaned as she shoved her ass toward Jack and the plug slipped in. She wriggled at the tightness she felt, but once it pushed past the initial ring of her anus, there wasn’t any pain. There was a strange sort of discomfort, but she could probably get used to it.

  She felt Jack place a kiss on the small of her back before he got up. Sam held her hand to steady her while she rose to her feet. The plug felt odd, but she was learning that the tight feel could be pleasurable as well. Jack got on the bed on his knees. Her eyes widened at the sight of his big cock curved up along his stomach. It was so hard it looked painful.

  Jack sheathed it quickly in a condom, and then Sam was lifting her up, seeming to know instinctively what Jack wanted. She found herself on her hands and knees facing Sam. He stood at the edge of the bed, seemingly ready to watch the action. She felt the heat from Jack’s body cover her skin as he came up against her back. Sam leaned down and kissed her gently, and she felt Jack’s hands on her hips and his cock seeking entrance.

  Jack pushed her slightly forward, pulling down on her hips and pushing up into her pussy. Even as wet as she was from her recent orgasm, she groaned as Jack fought his way in.

  “Fuck,” Jack groaned. “She’s so fucking tight.”

  He pushed himself in another inch.

  She struggled to stay on her knees. She’d never felt so full. It was uncomfortable and thrilling at the same time.

  “You’re so beautiful, Abby.” She could hear Sam’s sweet words. “I am so crazy about you. I can’t wait until we can share you. Think of it, all three of us together. That’s how it should be.”

  Sam’s hands came forward to mold her breasts. His fingers plucked at her nipples. Sam wasn’t good at just watching. She’d figured that out rapidly. He dropped to his knees in front of her, trying to join in. Jack found a rhythm, and she started a glorious, slow build toward another peak.

  “You feel so good, sweetheart,” Jack groaned from behind as he pushed and pulled his way in and out of her body. “You’re so perfect for us.”

  Jack’s breathing became labored, and she knew he was getting close. She wasn’t, but she was okay with that. Jack had already given her a monster orgasm. She could handle it if she didn’t come this time.

  Jack wasn’t having that. He pulled her up, giving Sam a good view of her pussy. Abby was on her knees, her back nearly flush against Jack’s chest. He held her tight, his cock still deeply embedded.

  “Stroke her,” Jack demanded hoarsely. “I’m gonna come.”

  Sam was on the bed in a heartbeat. His eager hand quickly parted her slick labia, and the minute he firmly stroked her clit, she went flying. Her fingers dug into Sam’s shoulders as she felt the orgasm explode along her every nerve. She sobbed against Sam and pushed back to get every second of sensation. Jack hammered into her as he reached his own orgasm. His low groan was music to her, and she shoved her ass toward him, helping him to go as deep as he could. He finally exploded inside her. Jack fell forward, pushing her into Sam, who laughed as they all tried to fit on the tiny bed. Jack rested against her back as he came out of her body.

  “I love you,” she heard herself whisper. “I love you both.”

  Jack stilled behind her, and for the barest moment, she wondered if that had been a terrible mistake. She hadn’t meant to say it. God, she hadn’t meant to feel it. She shouldn’t feel it.

  “I love you, too, Abigail,” he said, sounding terribly vulnerable.

  She knew in that moment that he had never said those words before to any woman. She couldn’t take them back. She couldn’t.

  Maybe it could work.

  Sam’s smile was sweet as he kissed her forehead. “I loved you the moment I saw you.”

  She let her head rest on Sam’s shoulder and her hand trailed back so her fingers tangled in Jack’s hair. She had everything she could have hoped for in that moment, and just then, it seemed like it would be enough.

  Chapter Eleven

  The big Grandfather clock in the living room chimed the nine o’clock hour, but Ruby Echols wasn’t even beginning to think about going to bed. There was no real point in it. She had gone to bed at the traditional hour of ten o’clock for the last month as a matter of principle, but she slept very little. Every single night Ruby lay awake knowing that dirty whore was back in town. How was she supposed to sleep knowing her own sweet son was buried in the ground while the woman who had led him to his death was having a grand old time?

  Ever since the moment Abigail Moore sauntered back into town, Ruby’s life had been taken over again by the rage that had simmered close to the surface for twenty years. Adam had been her beautiful baby. He was headstrong, but that was to be expected. He was handsome, rich, and smart. Arrogance went hand-in-hand with that. Unfortunately, he also had a man’s terrible taste in females.

  Had Adam lived, he would have come to his senses. He would never have actually married someone of Abigail’s class. He would have realized he had a future that couldn’t possibly involve a tramp like that red-haired hussy.

  Ruby felt a smile cross her face. Yes. It was all going to be fine. Adam would attend the finest schools and take his rightful place in proper society. She already had a girl picked out for Adam. Claire Winbourne would make a lovely bride. She was blonde and looked elegant in designer clothing. She wasn’t fat like the Moore girl. What men saw in fat women Ruby couldn’t understand. She herself had always maintained a proper figure. She ate very little because to be full meant one lacked restraint. It was what a lady did. Adam’s wife would be slender and graceful.

  She put a hand to her head as the pain came. It flashed through her head and brought her back to the present.

  Claire had married Walter, not Adam. Claire couldn’t marry Adam because Adam died.

  Sometimes she got these things mixed up. Claire had married Walter, and Walter had screwed everything up. Now he was married to some fat girl named Jan who had been a secretary at one time.

  “Mother Echols?”

  She looked up to see fat Jan in the doorway. Jan Lane Echols was a brunette with large breasts. They made her look trashy, and Ruby had offered to pay for plastic surgery to help her look more like a lady, but Jan refused. Ruby carefully schooled her expression. She had done everything she could to get rid of the gold digger, but it hadn’t worked. Now she had to deal with the fact that her granddaughters would grow up to be the sort of women who should be dancing half-naked for tips. The stupid cow hadn’t even managed to produce a single son.

  “What is it you want, Janice?” Ruby asked evenly.

  “I came down to see if you needed anything. I heard the rumors about what happened at Delbert’s. I thought it might upset you.”

  The thought made her smile. She’d gotten the news earlier in the evening and had reveled in the gossip. More than one of her friends had called, all taking great delight in informing her of the whore’s dismissal. The fact that the Moore girl had thought she would be welcome in a genteel place like Delbert’s boggled the mind. Well, the idiot had never been very smart. The fool had turned down the money she offered her to stay away from Adam.

  “It didn’t upset me at all. It simply proves that society still works. A person of her character should not be allowed to mingle with the rest of us.”

  Jan’s blue eyes rolled. It was further proof that her daughter-in-law wasn’t Echols material. Sarcasm had no place in a properly bred lady. “You need to be careful, Mother Echols. She wasn’t alone tonight. She was with Sam Fleetwood and Jack Barnes. You
might not approve of their lifestyle, but there is no question you don’t want to upset those men.”

  A brief vision of Jack Barnes entered her head. He was dark and handsome, like Adam. He was broader, but Adam would have been broader, too, had he been allowed to reach maturity. Adam would have taken on a man’s build and authority. Sometimes, she got confused and saw Adam when she was looking at Jack Barnes. Ruby waved off the statement, her big diamond ring catching the light. It shouldn’t shock her that Abigail Moore was trying to get her hooks into the Barnes fellow. She’d heard he was considered quite the up and comer in the business community.

  “They have no place in society.” Neither man ever attended socials or the charity balls. They might have money, but they weren’t socially powerful.

  “Only because they don’t want to,” Jan replied. “I don’t know how serious they are about Abby Moore, but I wouldn’t want to get between Jack Barnes and something he wanted. I’m asking you to think about Walter before you do anything to hurt that girl. I wouldn’t want Walter’s election to get nasty.”

  “You worry about Walter’s campaign.” She was against him moving to Austin, but she certainly wouldn’t let him fail. Failure wasn’t something an Echols did. “And I’ll take care of that whore.”

  Jan started back up the stairs, but turned, her mouth a flat line. “I don’t get what your problem with Abby is. I know she had a thing for Adam, but it’s been twenty years. Isn’t it time to let go of all this anger? People change and she seems perfectly nice. I had lunch at the café with the girls. She was really sweet to them. Everything I’ve learned about that woman points to how fine a life she’s led since she left town.”

  She stood up, reaching her full five-foot height and feeling rage well within her. “You took my granddaughters to meet the whore who killed their uncle?”

  She might not care for the girls, but they carried the Echols name and would not be allowed to sully it.

  “Adam was killed in an accident and it was twenty years ago.” Jan’s mouth firmed, and she crossed her arms stubbornly. “I’m not going to have some twenty-year-old feud hurt Walter’s chances of getting elected. The way you treated that girl was shameful then and ridiculous now, and I won’t do it. I am not going to pretend she doesn’t exist. I intend to ask Ms. Moore if my daughters can meet their cousin. They won’t have any more, so I think it’s important that they know the family they do have.”

  The crack of her open hand against Jan’s face resounded through the room. Pain bit through her palm, racing up her arm, but she ignored it. She was sixty-eight and knew people considered her physically weak. They didn’t understand the strength that a righteous cause could give her.

  Walter flew to his wife’s side, surprising them both. Walter’s arms went around Jan, hugging her to him. “Are you all right, baby?”

  Jan pulled away from him and rubbed her reddened cheek. “I’ve had enough. I never wanted to push this, but I am going to now, Walter. I love you. It’s me or her. I don’t want her influencing my girls anymore.”

  “You idiot,” she sneered at her daughter-in-law. “A boy never leaves his mother.”

  Walter was quiet for a moment. “I’ve been thinking a lot about that lately, Mother. I’ve been thinking about all the times you held me and lavished your love on me. It didn’t take long to go through those memories since they didn’t exist. Everything you had was reserved for Adam. Every bit of love you had in your heart was for him, not me. No matter how hard I try, I can’t make up for the fact that Adam is dead. I’ll be damned if my girls have to live like that, too. Only one person has ever loved me for being me. Mother, if you think I would choose you over Jan, you really have lost your damn mind.” He looked to his wife. “Pack up the girls. We’ll stay in the motel tonight. I’ll find us a place to live tomorrow.”

  How could he speak to her in such a manner? She watched her youngest child like he was a stranger. Didn’t he know his obligations? Hadn’t she spent his whole life making sure he understood what he owed his family?

  Walter ignored her. He was too busy looking at his fat wife.

  “I love you, Jan. I love you. I will always choose you.” He finally turned to Ruby. “As for you, Mother, I’ll make certain the housekeeper knows to take care of you.”

  Her whole world shifted. She steadied herself as her son turned to leave. She still had one card to play. “I will cut you off, Walter. I will make sure you don’t get a dime.”

  Walter shook his head. “I’m not the idiot you think I am. I don’t need your money, Mother. I have worked my entire adult life, and I know how to save. Daddy made sure I knew how to take care of myself financially. I’ve made some very savvy investments. Jan and I will do fine. You keep your money. I suspect it will be the only thing you have to keep you warm at night.”

  With that, he took his wife’s hand and walked up the stairs. Ruby Echols sank to the antique divan that had been in her family for generations.

  Her head felt heavy. Adam was leaving. Again? That was what Adam had said. He’d stood right here in this living room and said the words.

  I don’t need your money, Mother. Abby and I will be fine.

  Adam was leaving her again and this time he was taking Walter, too. Abigail Moore was the reason she was losing her family. Just tonight Adam had tried to take her to a fancy restaurant. He was going to make fools of them all and that couldn’t happen.

  She picked up the keys to her car. Abby Moore wasn’t going to win this time.

  * * * *

  The honky-tonk seemed even louder than before after the quiet intimacy of Sam’s room. Abby immediately spotted her best friend still sitting at the bar. Christa’s left eyebrow was practically in outer space as she walked up to her. It took everything she had not to pat her hair or smooth down her dress self-consciously. Did she look like a woman who had recently had mind-blowing sex with two men? Suddenly, with her body still humming from the recent orgasms, she didn’t care.

  “You look like the Cheshire Cat, you know.” Christa smiled as she slid a frosty cosmo Abby’s way.

  “Do I?” She took the drink and sighed. “I can’t ever think why.” The grin on her face wouldn’t go away.

  “Probably for the same reason I need to hose down my desk from this morning’s session,” Christa complained good-naturedly.

  Embarrassment flushed through her system. “I am so sorry about that.”

  “No, you’re not,” Christa replied. “I wouldn’t be. So was it Sam or Jack on the desk?”

  She gingerly sat down on the barstool, the small butt plug still lodged discreetly where Jack said it would do them all the most good. She leaned over to her best friend and was so happy she had someone to confide in.

  “Sam was on the desk. Jack was in the chair.”

  Christa’s mouth hung open for a moment before she shook her head and laughed. “Girl, I am gonna live through you from now on. I want Facebook updates hourly. I can see it now. Abby Moore…is exhausted from doing her two gorgeous men.”

  She gnawed thoughtfully on her lower lip. “I think I love them, Chris. Hell, I don’t think, I know I love them. I’m seriously considering staying in this two-bit town so I can be with them.”

  Christa’s hand went up in victory. “Yes! Another evil plan works. Damn, I’m good. My brain is wasted on this town. Mike is gonna owe me a week’s worth of dish duty.”

  “What do you mean?” She glanced over to where Jack stood talking to Mike. Sam was joining them, his blond hair still slightly damp from the shower. Abby’s insides fluttered when she thought about what he’d done to her in the shower.

  Christa looked entirely satisfied with herself. Her jet-black ponytail bobbed as she nodded. “Oh, yeah, it was me. I sold you out. I told Sam to rifle through your book collection if he wanted to know the way to your heart, which, by the way, is apparently through your…”

  “Christa Marie Wade!” she admonished righteously, then ruined it by grinning. “You hush that f
ilthy mouth of yours. I should be angry with you for giving that away. Girlfriends are supposed to keep quiet about their friend’s porn.”

  “Not in this case,” Christa argued. “I saw the way you looked at them. Every time either one of them walked in the room you would go all gooey. Sam followed you around like a puppy, and Jack brooded even worse when you were around. They wouldn’t approach you because they didn’t believe you would be okay with their lifestyle. Those books let them know you were an open-minded girl. If I hadn’t shown Sam, the three of you would still be all about unrequited love. Instead, you’re practically glowing. And you owe it all to the fact that I can’t keep my nose out of other people’s business. If it keeps my best friend in town, then all my plotting was worth it.”

  Sam eased up behind her barstool. “Oh, Christa, did you confess?”

  He lifted his hand to let the bartender know he was ready for another beer, and then his palm settled on her back, warming her.

  “I did, indeed.” Christa favored Sam with a saucy wink. “It’s my weakness as a super villain. I have an undeniable need for credit. I was thrilled to hear that Abby was thinking of staying.”

  A single brow rose over Sam’s eyes at the pronouncement. “Thinking?”

  “Well, it’s a big decision.” She noticed Sam’s handsome face had turned mulishly stubborn, and she was beginning to recognize all the signs of Sam getting ready to tattle on her to Jack. She put a hand on his arm. “It’s not like I’m planning on leaving anytime soon. I have to make sure my mom is fully healed, and I have to find a job.”

  “Why would you need a job?” Sam asked a bit too loudly.

  She looked over, and sure enough, Jack had heard the exchange. He was staring at them, his green eyes filled with suspicious concern.

  What exactly did he expect her to do? Lie around and wait for one or both of them to need some attention? She’d worked all her life and she wasn’t going to start selling herself out now. Especially not when there was zero real commitment between the three of them. “Because life requires money. Did you expect that I’d hang around in my mom’s trailer for the rest of my life? It’s going to take a hell of a lot of money to put my daughter through college.”