by B J Wane
“I’m sorry to bother you, but do you guys know where Bessie is?”
An uneasy look passed between the two. All the hands knew of Amy’s attachment to that cow, the one that bore scars from becoming entangled in barbed wire.
“Uh, Amy, Bessie’s with the herd to go to auction,” Rory said, refusing to look at her.
“What! You’re going to sell her? Why?”
“Honey,” Mike answered, after another pregnant pause, “You do know what the auction is, don’t you?”
Rolling her eyes as she grew irritated with their evasiveness, she snapped, “Of course I do. That’s where ranchers go to buy their livestock. I learned that my first week here. But why Bessie?”
“Well, you see, this auction is a meat auction, Amy. When the cattle reach a certain age and weight, they’re sold to the ….er, to the butchers,” Rory finally said, not telling her that butchers was a nice term for the slaughterhouse.
Amy’s face paled, then turned bright red as she turned Coco around. “No fucking way.”
“Oh, shit,” Mike muttered. “Here she goes again. I wouldn’t want to be RJ when she gets back.
Was it just that morning that she was marveling over her acceptance of the changes in her life RJ had brought about? For the first time, she was enjoying an active, if somewhat unconventional, sex life with a sexy, caring man that turned her inside out more ways than one. She found herself constantly thinking about him, yearning to hear the sound of his voice as he came in from work, constantly craving his touch, aching to see his eyes light with that special smile he seemed to have just for her. She still doubted whether anything permanent could ever come of their relationship, but for right now she had been content to bask in the moment.
Ha! She thought snidely. That was before she knew he was sending her beloved Bessie off to be somebody’s Sunday pot roast!
She jumped off Coco outside the stable and wasted no time storming inside, calling his name. “RJ! Dammit, where the hell are you? I want to talk to you!”
Checking all the stalls, she came storming around the corner of one and ran smack into his hard frame. “Amy, what’s all the yelling about?” His hands grabbed her arms as she made to pull back from him. She was glaring up at him with fire in her eyes, her face red with anger. He felt Mitch come up behind him, but the presence of his brother didn’t deter her from venting.
“Get her back, RJ. Right now, or so fucking help me I’ll follow them to auction and buy her back myself.”
RJ’s brows lowered in a frown as he wondered what the hell she was babbling about. His lust, always just a hairs breadth away when it came to Amy, surged forcefully.
“What have I told you about saying ‘fuck’,” he warned her silkily.
Amy rolled her eyes and gritted her teeth in frustration. “RJ, I’m serious. I want Bessie back, now, before they leave for auction. The poor thing is probably traumatized irrevocably by being singled out for the butcher in the first place.”
RJ had to literally bite his tongue to keep from laughing as he finally realized what she was talking about. Apparently Bessie was one of the herd slated to go to auction tomorrow, one that she seemed to be attached to.
“Who’s Bessie?” Mitch asked with a knowing grin.
“She’s my cow and this big oaf is sending her away to be ground into hamburger. That is not happening, RJ.”
“How was I supposed to know you were buddies with a cow. How’d you pick just one?”
Amy reminded him about the barbed wire incident before demanding again, “Now, get her back.”
“Mmm, what do you think, Mitch? Think I should give in to her after her potty mouth?”
“Maybe, if she takes her punishment like a good girl. I’d be more than happy to help.”
Amy’s concern for Bessie took a back seat to the instant arousal the two of them raised in her. Suddenly, her jeans felt too confining and she itched to discard them, her pussy dampening with instant need for stimulation and fulfillment as they both eyed her with dominant lust.
She didn’t protest when RJ took her arm and followed Mitch as he sat down on a bench. “Pull down your pants and bend over Mitch’s lap, sweetheart. I’ll see to your cow after we’ve seen to you.”
Amy knew he was as good as his word so she quit worrying about Bessie and quickly shoved her jeans and panties to mid thigh and draped herself across Mitch’s hard thighs, her body trembling in excitement and lust. RJ had been the only one to ever spank her, but as she looked up at him and saw the flare of unmitigated desire in his green eyes as they rested on her naked ass, she was more than happy to allow Mitch that privilege if it meant seeing that look on RJ’s face.
RJ smiled at her as she watched him loosen his jeans and pull his engorged cock out. She cried out when Mitch swatted her right cheek, leaving a vivid red mark against her white skin. His cock seeped with pleasure as Mitch spanked her again, and again, the slaps and her cries echoing in the stables. By the tenth stroke, her buttocks were a bright red, her hips were lifting repeatedly for more and her cries had dwindled to mewling whimpers of pleasure. His hand tightened around his cock as he stroked himself, her eyes glued to his crotch.
“Damn, RJ, she’s got a fine ass. Perfect for spanking,” Mitch said as he continued to smack her bottom, making sure he covered every inch of her delectable, bouncing flesh. “I’m about to come in my fucking jeans just from the feel of her soft skin heating beneath my hand. Hurry up and get off, would ya? I’m dying here.”
Amy groaned as Mitch’s words ramped up her arousal and caused her pussy to gush further. Her thighs felt sticky from her juices and her orifices ached to be filled as the pain in her ass spread pleasure throughout her system.
“I’m with you, bro,” RJ muttered as he stepped closer to them and then shot his seed on her red ass.
Amy cried out as his warm sperm splashed on her warmer buttocks and her hips jerked with unfulfilled need. “RJ!”
Mitch answered her plea by shoving two fingers into her sopping cunt and his thumb into her rectum and proceeded to finger fuck both orifices into orgasm. Amy wept with the pleasure as RJ ran his hand over her ass, spreading his come on her tormented globes, which only heightened her climax further.
They gave her no time to savor the pleasure or to even catch her breath as Mitch pushed her to her knees in front of him, released his dick and pushed it into her eager mouth.
“Fuck yes!,” he groaned and she swallowed him completely, her mouth wet and tight as she sucked voraciously up and down his entire shaft.
The sight of Amy sucking so happily on his brother’s cock, the white of his come standing out so vividly against her red cheeks sent his cock straight up again and he wasted no time kneeling behind her and thrusting into her still wet sheath. The men’s groans mixed with the slurping of Amy’s mouth and carried throughout the stable, as did their shouts of release when they filled her with their seed.
Amy went into RJ’s arms eagerly as he lifted her from the ground and pulled up her pants. “Come on, sweetheart. I’ll call out to Mike and make sure he pulls your Bessie from the group.”
Amy sighed in relief and sated pleasure as the three of them walked out of the stable towards the house. He always gave her what she wanted, and when it came to sex, he gave her exactly what she not only wanted, but needed. She knew she would never find with another man what she had found with him. She had never regretted her past more than she did at that moment.
Amy’s thoughts came to an abrupt halt when she spotted the white and tan SUV parked next to RJ’s truck with the Sheriff’s logo on the side. Stopping mid stride, she stared at the offending vehicle and felt her stomach clenching in dread.
“RJ, whose vehicle is that?”
RJ looked from her peaked face and dilated eyes to Mitch’s suburban. “Mitch’s. Why? What’s wrong?”
Mitch raised a questioning brow before asking her, “Didn’t RJ tell you I’m the county Sheriff, Amy?”
Amy pulled away
from both men as she tried to get herself under control. “No, he didn’t, said you had gone into law. I thought you were a lawyer. You really should have told me, RJ,” she couldn’t help accusing him as she wondered how this could be worse. Not only was he related to the law, she had just fucked a cop for the second time. “Excuse me, I need to clean up. Thank you for saving Bessie for me, RJ.” Amy ran into the house, needing to get away from them and trying not to panic.
“Just how much do you know about her, RJ?” Mitch recognized the look of a cornered rabbit when he saw one and it was obvious to both men that Amy had a reason to stay clear of anyone in law enforcement.
“Obviously not enough.”
“Why don’t you let me run her social security number, just to be on the safe side.”
RJ hesitated. Running a check on her felt like a betrayal and their relationship was too fragile to withstand it if she ever found out. On the other hand, he hadn’t been able to get a thing out of her in the two months she’d been there and her reaction today worried him enough to take the risk.
“I’ll get it for you.”
Chapter Fifteen
Amy alternately cursed, prayed and fretted as she put together a huge pot of stew and made homemade biscuits for dinner. Berating herself for being so caught up in her affair with RJ and her growing feelings for her boss, she had let her guard down and missed all the warning signs that might have let her know she was sucking the dick of a cop. She knew from experience cops saw things others didn’t, picked up nuances that could lead to one’s downfall. If that happened, she had no one to blame but herself, she thought furiously, and wondered if she shouldn’t chance it. She had enough money saved to change her name again and start over someplace else.
Hearing male laughter, Amy glanced out the window above the kitchen sink and saw RJ and Mitch talking with Rory who was holding Bessie by a lead and shaking his head at his boss. Her heart simply melted at the sight of her cow and the thought that RJ had acted so quickly to see to her rescue. She knew the cattle, and even the horses to a lesser extent, were just assets to his business and she realized what a big concession it was on his part to keep one just to please her. For the first time since fleeing New York, Amy felt tears well and threaten to spill at the thought of leaving him, the ranch and all her new friends.
Talk about stupid, she thought as she rubbed her damp eyes. As if getting attached to the man wasn’t bad enough, she had to go and fall in love with his home, his animals, his employees and, most of all, his addicting brand of dominant sex. Watching him smile at his brother and remembering the hot look of lust and pride in his eyes both times she had sucked Mitch’s cock, she knew they were very close. Sighing in resignation, she also knew the moment she had seen Bessie again, that she wasn’t ready to flee, couldn’t bear to give up all that he offered, even if that meant associating with his brother occasionally.
Sliding the two trays of biscuits into the oven, Amy cleaned her hands and ran out the front door, unable to resist checking on Bessie a moment longer. Going to RJ first, she threw her arms around his neck, laughed as he lifted her feet off the ground with a one armed hug, and kissed him lustily.
“Thank you.”
RJ was relieved to see the scared, haunted look was gone from her eyes and smiled back at her. “You’re welcome. Now what the hell are we supposed to do with her?”
“Well, I thought we could stable her with Tinker. They could be company for each other.”
“If I widen a stall for the two of them, will you thank me like that, Amy?” Rory teased as RJ let her down.
“Sure, Rory, and thanks for the offer. I’ll even give you the biggest slice of the fruit pizza I made for dessert tonight.”
“Damn, you sure know how to tempt a guy.”
“Think I can wrangle an invite to dinner, Amy?” Mitch asked.
Amy saw only polite interest on his face and a hint of lust in his hazel eyes, and felt herself relax. He really was a good looking man, tall and rugged like RJ, and had been nothing but friendly and respectable toward her, despite their two erotic encounters. It looked like her desire for RJ and the life she had grown to love outweighed her common sense when it came to keeping her distance from Mitch and the potential threat having him near imposed.
“There’s always enough for extras, Mitch. Now, go take care of my cow so I can finish dinner.” Walking over to Bessie who greeted her with lowing and a butt of her head, Amy cooed to her and rubbed her nose the way she knew she liked. “It’s okay now, baby. RJ won’t let anything happen to you.”
RJ glared at both Rory and Mitch when they smirked at him as Amy strolled back up to the house. “Rory, so help me God, if you guys let her get attached to any more of my herd, I’ll fire the lot of you.”
“Yeah, right boss,” Rory grinned at him as he led Bessie away. “I’ll be sure to pass that on.”
“You’ve got it bad for the girl,” Mitch commented as they headed up to the house. “What’re you going to do if something shows up on the back ground check?”
“Deal with it without losing her.” RJ’s tone was implacable and brooked no argument. He didn’t know how or when she had wormed so completely into his heart, but she had and there was nothing that would keep him from doing everything in his power to keep her with him.
Amy’s mood lightened considerably over dinner thanks to all the ribbing and teasing she received from the boys over what they called another rescue. Not even the presence of Carl could keep her from enjoying the camaraderie, especially when the focus of the teasing switched from her to RJ. When she served the fruit pizza for dessert and dished up a large serving for Rory first, he then became the brunt of their joking.
After cleaning up, she went to the den and was surprised to see Mitch was still there, both him and RJ relaxing with a beer and the big screen television tuned to a baseball game. Not wanting to disturb them, she quietly went down the hall to RJ’s room where all her things had eventually been moved.
A long soak in the large, whirlpool bath left her loose and relaxed, so relaxed that when she slipped naked into RJ’s big bed, she fell asleep almost instantly. Soft lips tickling her ear and a hard calloused hand stroking her buttocks as she lay face down, roused her slowly a short while later.
Amy groaned as she was pulled against a hard, naked, muscular body, her breasts snuggling against the hair of a wide chest, her leg being lifted over lean hips as that hand on her buttocks continued to squeeze and fondle those sensitive globes. She sighed as she felt RJ’s lips move to hers and kiss her softly. Sinking into the kiss and straining closer against his body, she was barely awake until she felt the bed dip behind her and another hard, naked body press against her back.
RJ shoved the covers down, his eyes blazing hotly down at her. “Do you want Mitch to stay or go? It’s your choice.”
Amy turned her head to see Mitch looking at her, hot lust in his eyes and a patient smile on his lips. “I won’t be offended if you say no, Amy. Disappointed, definitely, but not offended. We just want to please you.”
He couldn’t have said anything better to get her acceptance. When had a man ever wanted to please her? Now, she had not one, but two men who wanted to do just that. “You want this?” she asked RJ, needing his reassurance.
“I want to watch you come apart while we both touch you, and I want to watch your mouth fill with his cock while I fuck you. But, he knows and I want you to know, that no one, except me, gets to fuck your pussy and ass. You’re mine, Amy, despite the fact that it turns me inside out to bring you to the heights of pleasure with another, to watch as you return that favor to him.”
Not even the knowledge that Mitch was a cop could keep her from denying RJ the need she saw on his face and the answering need it brought out in her. For an answer, she turned towards Mitch and drew his head down to hers, her kiss one of consent and acceptance. She had no more time to think, or worry about the consequences of her actions as Mitch drew her hard into his embrace, his lips vo
racious as they ate at her mouth, his tongue invading, searching and conquering as one arm held her against him and the other made an exploratory trip down to her pussy.
Amy moaned into his mouth as she lifted her leg over his hips, opening herself to his questing fingers. When RJ spooned behind her and his hand reconnected with her ass, first in soothing and stimulating caresses, then with hard, well aimed slaps, she shuddered in instant, mind numbing arousal. Pulling away from Mitch’s mouth, she buried her face in his shoulder, whimpering as her hips thrust forward against his invading fingers then back to meet and willingly accept another hard swat from RJ.
“Ah, fuck me, RJ,” Mitch groaned as his fingers sunk into her wet depths. “She’s as smooth as a baby’s bottom and as hot as a firecracker. She’s fucking soaking my hand.”
“Is that a complaint?” RJ questioned, his voice tight with suppressed need and knowledge.
“Hell no. What man wouldn’t kill to spend a few hours buried inside such a welcoming cunt.”
Amy gasped as RJ landed another hard, well aimed blow to her already burning cheeks, eliciting more pain induced pleasure. Their words added to their foreplay, notching her lust higher as she relished the dual stimulation of the painful swats and the cunt exploring fingers. When Mitch rasped his thumb over her clit once, twice and then three times, she came with a sharp cry and a full body tremor as she shook between the two men.
They were merciless in their intent to see to her pleasure, not giving her any quarter as Mitch’s fingers left her still spasming pussy to be replaced by his mouth. Scooting down her damp body, he effortlessly spread her thighs over his face as he brought her crotch over his mouth. RJ’s hands had resumed their soft strokes of her now reddened, swollen buttocks as Mitch spread her folds, opening herself completely to his gaze.