Oh yeah, decadent was definitely the right word.
She inched upward as she angled herself closer to him. “You were hiding a mighty fine package beneath those dusty Levi’s, Hudson.”
He winked. “Yep. Gonna do something about it?”
She nodded and moved closer. Jake’s strong palm came down on her ass with a semipainful slap. With a yelp, she jumped and very nearly tumbled from the bed. Only Jake’s tight grab at her hips saved her.
“What did you do that for?” she demanded.
Her butt tingled, and not entirely in a bad way. Maybe she should mention that to them. Later.
“It’s hard to fuck a moving target, Livvie,” Jake said drily.
She tossed him an impish grin. “Then you need to improve your aim. I was wrong,” she said abruptly.
He frowned, and his touch turned softly soothing. “About what? This? Should we stop?”
“God, no! No, not at all. I was wrong about not thinking of having you in my pussy and Hudson in my mouth.” She reached out and replaced Hudson’s grip with her own. She gasped at the heat emanating from his cock. “That’s exactly what I want. To start off with.”
Jake’s grin was endearing, and the excitement in his face thrilled her to the core. He leaned back a little and grabbed at his own dick and waved it in her direction.
“So, you want me to sink balls-deep in your little pussy while you take Hudson’s dick down your throat?”
His dirty words made her shiver with lust. “Yes, yes!”
He nodded and moved up behind her until his hair-roughened thighs meshed along her silken skin. The heated contact made them both gasp.
Jake stroked her inner thighs, and Olivia trembled. Her fingers convulsed around Hudson’s shaft, and she turned her attention back to him. A clear drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip, and she salivated.
Jake’s fingers parted her heavy lower lips, and when he set the flared tip of his cock to her dripping pussy, she moaned.
“Yes, Jake,” she whispered. “Fuck me.”
His hand wrapped round her hips as he slid slowly in until his balls nestled against her.
“Ah, yeah. Deep,” she said. “So deep.”
Hudson’s hand cradled her head and urged her downward. “Suck me, Livvie,” he murmured.
She licked her lips and opened wide. Olivia inhaled as she encased his circumcised head. The sweet tang of his pre-cum hit her tongue and shot straight to her clit. She groaned and thrashed her hips.
“Oh, damn,” Jake said. He slid his hands up her back. Everywhere he touched sent a rush of heat through her. He pulled her hair away from her face and fanned it along her back then started to fuck her with a slow, teasing rhythm.
She felt an instant burn deep inside of her as his hard dick rippled through her pussy. She clenched and swayed and fucked back at him. His moan of appreciation made her smile around the thick cock in her mouth.
She gripped the base of Hudson’s dick tighter and bobbed her head as she tried to take him deep in her throat. He filled her mouth, his girth flattening her tongue. Still she pulled and sucked and slathered him with light touches.
“You’ve got a talented mouth, Livvie,” Hudson said. His hand dropped away from her head to the bed. His hips churned in time with hers, and he swelled bigger. Beneath her fingertips she felt his cum surging, and it turned her on even more. She wanted to taste him. She wanted him to shoot his load down her throat even as Jake filled her pussy.
She forced more of him in her throat and battled against the instinctive gagging from being so filled. Olivia tried to relax her throat so he could go even deeper, but he swelled once more, and her air supply closed off.
With a wrenching gasp, she pulled her mouth away.
“Good,” Jake said with a growl. He grabbed at her hair with one hand while the other dug into her hips. He pistoned deep and fast into her pussy.
“Yes, fuck me, Jake. God, fuck me.”
Hudson started to stroke his dick and moved closer. “I’m gonna shoot my cum all over your pretty face, darlin’. While Jake floods your pussy, I’m going to coat your face and tits.”
She moaned and gasped as the visual sent her spiraling toward orgasm.
Jake’s dick expanded and pushed against her inner nerve endings.
“Here it comes, Livvie,” Jake shouted. “Take it, oh, fuck yeah.”
Olivia watched Hudson’s hand speed into a blur as the rush of warmth from Jake’s stream ravaged her. Her body bowed and bent as the heat exploded throughout her every cell.
“Now, Hudson,” she gasped as she rode her orgasm. “Shoot your cum on me now.”
He gritted his teeth and shuddered as he sprayed hot, sticky cum all over her face and neck.
The feeling of the liquid hitting her sensitive skin started another riot of orgasm, and Olivia nearly collapsed on the bed with the wracking intensity. Her knees shook, and her heart continued to race as she came.
Finally she started to slide down to the bed just as Jake pulled his softening cock from her pussy.
He crawled to her left side while Hudson scooched to her right. She was glad they were breathing and shaking as hard as she was.
“That was amazing,” she whispered.
Jake spooned her from the back, and Hudson curled his body into hers from the front. He trailed his fingers down her hip and kissed her nose. “Darlin’, we’ve just begun. The night is young, and you promised me your ass.”
Her eyes widened, and she took a deep breath as another small orgasm rushed through her.
“Second thoughts?” he asked.
Olivia knew she should say yes, but these two virile men made her feel sexy and daring. “No,” she murmured. “I’m in.”
He grinned. “Nope, I’m the one who’s gonna be in.”
“Yeah,” Jake said. He caressed the back of her neck with soft kisses. His hands palmed the globes of her ass. “But we’re going to have to get you ready. Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?”
Olivia knew she was as red as a Christmas poinsettia. She cleared her throat. “Yes. A couple of times.”
“Did you like it?” Hudson asked.
She nodded.
“How much?” Jake wanted to know.
She wiggled onto her stomach and buried her face into the pillow. “Is this necessary?”
Jake laughed and smacked her butt again. “Absolutely. We don’t want you hurt, so we’re going to do all that’s needed to prevent it.”
She lifted her head and sighed. “Fine. I’ve done anal enough to know I really like it.” The words flowed from someplace deep inside her. Their twin expressions of lustful approval urged her on. “I play with my toys, too. So even though I haven’t really had sex in three years, I’m not exactly nun-tight.”
Hudson hooted and kissed her shoulder. “Good, that’s gonna make taking my cock much easier. Ever had anything as big as me in you?”
“No,” she admitted. Her ass clenched as she envisioned him sinking into her and stretching her wide open. “But I’m looking forward to it.”
“Me, too,” he whispered.
Then his stomach rumbled.
They all laughed.
“Guess we’ll have to get something to eat and build up our strength again.”
Olivia sighed happily and cushioned her head on her arms. “Sounds darn good to me.”
Jake rolled off the bed and tugged on his jeans. Hudson followed suit and held his hand out to her.
Her heart flip-flopped at the sight of them.
Olivia slid from the bed and shimmied into her T-shirt and panties. Like her clothes, Jake and Hudson made her feel sexy and desirable. She took Hud’s hand and squeezed lightly. He wrapped his arm around her and kissed her temple as if the swift affection was perfectly normal.
She’d come to Freedom, Texas, looking for answers.
Instead, she may have found her future.
Chapter Twelve
Jake couldn’t stop grinning as he
assembled his ham sandwich. He looked over his shoulder at Olivia and Hudson, who sat huddled at the table. They, too, wore the same goofy smile he knew graced his face.
Slapping a piece of bread on top of the lettuce, he squished the sandwich and put it on his paper plate.
They looked up as he joined them at the table.
“Chips?” Olivia asked.
“Yeah, thanks.” He nabbed a handful and popped one in his mouth. “How are you feeling?”
She straightened, and her smile grew wider. “I feel great. Wonderful. Ecstatic.”
Hudson chuckled. He caressed the inner curve of her elbow, which made her jump and laugh.
“That tickles.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” Jake said. “That you feel great, I mean.” He shared a look with Hudson. “We were a little worried about what you might think.”
He was also amazed she wasn’t blushing or stammering. But he realized he shouldn’t have been. Olivia always threw herself into whatever she was doing with 100 percent commitment.
She took a sip of her tea then fiddled with the edge of her paper plate. “I gotta be honest. I shocked the hell out of myself by agreeing to it. But”—she raised a hand before they could speak—“I’m damn glad I did. It’s been amazing so far.” She bit her lip and looked down at the table. One oval fingernail traced a long-ago made scratch in the wood surface. “Being with you two has made me feel alive again. I feel special.”
“You are,” Hudson concurred. “Very special.”
Her smile was soft. “But I don’t want to get caught up in it being all about me. I want to make the two of you feel just as good as you make me feel.”
Jake covered her hand. “You do that just by breathing, Olivia.”
“Oh, goodness.” This time she did blush. Then she cleared her throat.
“What’s wrong?” Hudson asked.
Jake’s sandwich turned to dust in his mouth at the hesitation on her face.
“Livvie?”
“Nothing’s wrong, really.” She brushed back a black curl and rubbed her bottom lip with her finger. “I just kind of wondered…what happens next?”
Jake frowned. “What do you mean?”
“After this mess is done.”
Hudson scooted closer and draped his arm around her. He kissed the top of her head and shot Jake a warning stare. Jake nodded. He’d let Hudson do the talking on this one.
“Well, darlin’,” his friend said. “We were hoping you’d consider staying.”
Her shock was nearly palpable, and Jake felt a huge relief sweep through him.
“For how long?”
The security alarm shrieked loudly. All three catapulted to their feet.
“Get to the back,” Jake ordered Olivia.
“Like hell I will,” she snarled. She grabbed a butcher knife from the block on the counter and dropped into a low crouch.
Hudson vaulted across the room and slapped the light switch, which plunged the kitchen into near darkness. The only light came from the green numbers on the microwave.
“Shit, I can’t see,” Jake muttered.
The alarm continued to pierce the night air.
“Hudson, get that thing turned off.”
“I’m working on it.”
“I see someone on the porch,” Olivia whispered.
Jake squinted into the darkness and caught sight of her shadow heading for the front door. He grabbed at her and managed to snag the hem of her T-shirt. “Stop,” he ordered.
“Let go,” she said. “We need to be prepared.”
“The alarm company will call in about two minutes,” Hudson said as he joined them. “What’s going on?”
“Someone out front,” Jake muttered.
“Jake?” A thundering pounding rattled the screen door.
Jake blinked and let go of Olivia’s T-shirt as he straightened up. “Well, hell.” He made his way cautiously through the kitchen and hit the lights as he passed into the hallway.
He turned the deadbolt and unlocked the knob before opening the door. “Tag, what the hell do you think you’re doing? You damn near had your head taken off.”
The tall sheriff looked bone-weary. His skin held a light-gray pallor and deep grooves lined his forehead. “We need to talk,” he said.
A cold sweat enveloped Jake as he nodded and stepped back to allow the lawman inside.
“It’s Tag,” he said in a loud voice. Last thing they needed was Olivia and Hudson taking out the sheriff.
“Tag?” Olivia’s voice sounded a bit alarmed.
He remembered she was clad only in her T-shirt and panties.
“Uh, Tag, why don’t we step back outside for a minute?”
“No,” the sheriff replied. “It’s not safe.”
“Damn.”
“Where are Olivia and Hudson?”
“Kitchen,” Jake said.
The light went out again, and he heard the soft scurry of footsteps as she raced past him. Then a sudden grunt when she splatted into the couch.
Jake’s mouth twitched.
“I’m not even going to ask what’s going on,” Tag said.
The humor in his voice was evident and a bit relieving. Hopefully whatever news he’d brought wasn’t that bad if he still had some humor left in him.
“Come on into the living room,” Jake said. He snapped on the hall light so they didn’t hit the couch like Olivia had.
“Want some coffee?” Hudson asked from the kitchen.
“As long as it’s got a draught of whiskey in it,” Tag replied.
Jake whistled. “What’s up?”
Before he could say anything, Olivia returned to the living room. She’d put on a bra and her jeans. The T-shirt looked a bit rumpled, but nothing to overtly shout they’d been having a fantastic sexual romp.
He grinned as he sat on the couch. He patted the cushion next to him, and she sank down.
“Tag, it’s late. Don’t you ever sleep? I thought Deputy Carson was on duty.”
“She is,” he replied. “She’s still down at the gate.”
Hudson came in with a tray of coffee cups, a steaming urn, and plenty of sugar. Jake rose and grabbed the whiskey from his grandpa’s handmade bar and set it on the tray.
Tag poured a healthy dose into his cup, splashed it with coffee, and took a long drink. “It’s a hell of a mess,” he finally muttered.
“What happened?”
“Myron Jones, the night clerk at the Calico Queen, was murdered tonight.”
Jake frowned. “Who did it?”
“Why?” Hudson demanded.
“I’m pretty sure it’s the same guy who is after you.”
“What makes you think that?” Jake asked.
Tag checked his watch. “Myron called the sheriff’s office about eleven this evening. Told dispatch he’d overheard a conversation between two men regarding the explosion and a package. One demanded if the other had found it, and he said no but he had a good lead on where it was. “
Olivia frowned. “I guess you weren’t kidding when you said the staff listens to every phone call.”
“Nope. Myron was nosy as hell, and the Calico’s old rotary phones and party lines were perfect for his eavesdropping habits.”
“Did they discuss anything else?” Jake asked.
“Not that Myron reported. And now, three hours later, he’s dead.”
Jake frowned. “I don’t know, Tag, that’s an awfully big leap. How would the person on the phone even know he’d listened in?”
“Before he could give dispatch the room number and name of the guest, someone walked into the lobby. She said Myron sounded very scared then heard him saying something about listening in and that he was on the phone with the sheriff about it.”
“Jesus,” Hudson muttered. “That was stupid.”
Olivia glared at him. “The man’s dead, Hudson, show some compassion.”
“Sorry. But you gotta admit, that was not the brightest move in the playbook.”
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She nodded her agreement. “What else did dispatch hear?”
“Another male voice, but she said it was too low to really understand. Then a couple of pops and the phone clattered. Someone picked it up and said hello. Dispatch knew it wasn’t Myron, so she asked for the man’s identity. He laughed, said she’d know soon enough, and hung up the phone.”
A chill wrapped Jake’s shoulders. “Damn.”
Tag took another long sip of his coffee-flavored whiskey and nodded. “Exactly.”
“Now what?” Olivia asked. “Any leads on who it is?”
“No. We found the register, but the name was fake of course. He was careful. A professional. We don’t have any surveillance either. Whitty doesn’t have any cameras, you know. No prints in the room, no evidence left behind. Only thing we found was a few short brown hairs in the sink. Colton Ryan took them to Austin on a high-priority DNA request, but it will still be days before we learn anything.”
“We don’t have days,” Jake said grimly.
“No, we don’t.”
Olivia leaned forward. “Tag, my office is supposed to be sending someone down from the FBI. I don’t know when he’ll arrive or who it will be, though.”
The sheriff’s face tightened. “Great, just what we need. A bureaucratic meddler.”
She winced. “Actually, I don’t think he will be.”
Tag slapped his hat against his thigh. “That’s what they excel at, Olivia.”
His phone rang, and he pulled it out. “Cain.”
He listened for a moment, and then his face settled into granite-hard lines. “Send him to the gate and give Carson the okay to let him up.”
He shoved the phone into his chest pocket and stared at Olivia. “Your FBI is here. He’s on his way to Carson right now.”
“This ought to be interesting,” she muttered.
Jake frowned. “Why do you say that?”
Olivia just shook her head and crossed her arms.
“Did you know who was being sent?” Tag demanded.
“Yep,” she replied.
“You didn’t think to tell me?”
“No.” Her smoky gaze encompassed Hudson and Jake. “I’ve had a few other things on my mind.”
“Who the hell is coming?” Jake finally exploded.
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