Two to Love Google

by Lexi Blake, Sophie Oak

  She gave herself over to Zane’s touch as she watched Nate. He kicked out of his boots and shoved his pants and boxers off, tossing them to the side. His dick was already at full attention. It jutted from his body, bobbing as though seeking something. Nate grabbed it with one hand and stroked up and down.

  “She is the prettiest thing ever, isn’t she, Nate?” Zane’s deep voice was a grumble. He was pressed so close to her she could feel it on her skin when he talked.

  Nate’s eyes were firmly on her breasts as he stroked himself up and down. His hand smoothed his erection from balls to base. The head of his cock was already becoming coated with pearly liquid. “She’ll be even prettier when I’m done.”

  There was a deep chuckle from behind. Zane pinched her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She moved restlessly under his hands. Her breasts were so sensitive.

  “Are you going to use her for target practice?” Zane asked. His cock moved against her back.

  “I want her covered in us, man.” Nate’s words came out as a harsh groan. His thumb brushed the head of his cock. She watched breathlessly as it seemed to swell and pulse.

  “Bed, Callie.” There was no doubt that Zane’s words were a command. “Hurry. He won’t last long.”

  She scurried out of the bathroom, unsure of what they were planning. It didn’t matter. She trusted them. Whatever they wanted would end in her screaming in pleasure at some point. She was willing to do anything to make her time with Nate memorable.

  She brushed back tears at the thought. Tonight wasn’t about sadness. She was going to enjoy every moment she had left with him. She threw herself on the bed and watched as Zane and Nate placed themselves on either side.

  “Lay back, darlin’.” Nate’s face was flushed as he pumped away at his cock. “Play with yourself.”

  She laid back and let her fingers drift down. If they wanted a show, she would give them one. She felt so free and powerful in that moment, she barely recognized herself. With these two men she wasn’t Callie, the shoulder to cry on, the responsible one. With Nate and Zane, she was a lover, a sexy vixen who took two men at once and left both of them satisfied.

  “I don’t know what just went through your head, babe, but it was hot.” Zane groaned, and his hand was stroking his cock, too.

  She smiled as she plucked at her own nipples. One hand stayed caressing her breasts, but the other hand started to make its way lower. “I was thinking I can handle both of you. I was thinking I want both of you tonight. One in my pussy, and one in my ass.”

  “Fuck.” Nate’s cock strained, and she watched, fascinated by the way his heavy balls squeezed up tight. “Play with your pussy, baby. I want your fingers wet.”

  She slid her finger through her juicy pussy. Her clit was already pulsing as though the very air in the room was causing it to swell and beg for release. Callie’s eyes darted between Zane and Nate, both watching her, both near to reaching a climax of their own. She pressed down hard on her pulsing clit and came forcefully. She closed her eyes and rode the wave.

  Nate moaned and then something warm and sticky started to splash across her breasts. She opened her eyes to see Nate standing right over her, shooting across her skin. A second later, another stream landed as Zane groaned and came. Their cocks were so beautiful, pulsing and giving up their semen. Jets of pearly liquid splashed across her breasts, mingling their essences across her skin.

  Heavy pants filled the room as the men came down. Zane got on his knees on the bed beside her, lining his softening cock up to her mouth. “Lick me clean.”

  She let her tongue come out to run along his cock, gathering the cream that had been left behind. Suddenly Nate was there, too, crowding her, holding his dick out for her ministrations. She turned her head from side to side, cleaning first one and then the other cock until both were clean but hardening again.

  Zane pulled away and hopped off the bed. He placed a hand on her head and winked before walking away. She heard the bathroom door open. Nate seemed happy he was no longer competing for her attention. He pushed his cock at her.

  “Get me hard again, baby.” He groaned as he pushed his cockhead into her mouth. “God, I want to fuck you.”

  He loomed over. She relaxed back and let him use her mouth. She whirled her tongue around his rapidly reviving cock. He filled her mouth with a salty, manly flavor.

  “Don’t move, babe.” Zane’s voice cut through the quiet. “This should be warm.” She felt Zane moving a cloth across her breasts, cleaning them. He chuckled as he worked, lingering on her nipples, getting her hot all over again. “This is so sexy right now, but it won’t be when it cools off. I want you pretty and clean when we get you dirty again.” He pulled away the cloth. “Nate, let her up on her knees.”

  Nate growled and continued to thrust softly at her mouth.

  “Damn it, do you want me to get her ready or not?” Zane asked.

  Nate pulled out of her mouth. He had her up and on her hands and knees before she could take a breath. “Take me. Your mouth feels so good.”

  She ran her tongue down to his balls, delighting in the way they squeezed up as she licked them. She closed her eyes and sucked one, and then the other, into her mouth. She could feel Zane get off the bed. She’d moved back to Nate’s dick and was laving the head with little strokes when she felt the bed move under Zane’s weight again. She had to concentrate on what she was doing because Zane’s hands were suddenly caressing the cheeks of her ass.

  “Stay still, Callie,” Zane said behind her. “I’m going to play with you for a minute.”

  Nate groaned, and his cock seemed to swell in her mouth. Callie tried to hold her body still while she continued to work Nate over with her tongue. She shivered as Zane poured lube in between the cheeks of her ass. She took Nate deep. Her chin hit his balls as Zane spread her wide and pressed a finger in. Prickles of sensation sparked in her ass as Zane pressed deep, past the tight ring of muscles. It was almost pain but a bit like pleasure. She groaned around Nate’s thick cock.

  “How tight is she?” Nate said on a growl.

  “So fucking tight. She’s going to grip you like a vise.”

  Nate came out of her mouth with a pop. He put a hand on her head and stroked her gently. “Why me? I got her virginity. Why give up this?”

  Zane pulled out and then pressed forward again. She let her head fall to the bed as she pushed back against him. Zane pulled his finger out.

  “You were listening in, man,” Zane said, getting off the bed. There was a wealth of arrogant pleasure in his voice as he spoke to them from the bathroom. “We can’t make babies if I’m fucking her ass.” There was the sound of water running and then turning off. In a moment, he was back and he pulled her up, twisting her around like a doll to bring her mouth to his. He pressed his lips against hers. “You okay with this, babe?”

  Callie nodded and turned back to Nate. There was a stricken look in his eyes. “I want him. I think the question is does Nate want me?”

  Nate’s hands dropped for a moment, and he sat back on his heels. His voice was quiet, and he held her eyes with his. “I love you, Callie. I’ll always love you.”

  There was a “but” in those words that she didn’t need him to verbalize. He loved her, but he needed more. Tears pricked her eyes, but she wouldn’t shed them. She leaned into him.

  “I love you, too. Be my first, again.” She whispered the words against his lips.

  His head sagged, and when he looked back at her, he was haunted. “Always.”

  “Let me lay down, babe.” Zane’s hands were gentle on her back, urging her on.

  Nate pulled her along, and Zane settled underneath her. She straddled his hips. His huge cock jutted up, naked and powerful. He took himself in hand as she lowered herself on top of him. Inch by inch he filled her. His cock stroked into her pussy. His green eyes watched as she sank onto him. She sighed as he slid home.

  Almost immediately, she felt Nate’s hand on her back, pressing h
er onto Zane’s chest. Her nipples rasped against Zane’s skin as Nate moved in behind her. She heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper and then the pressure of something way bigger than a finger pressing against her anus, seeking entry. She took a deep breath and tried to stay calm.

  “This is the prettiest asshole I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait to fuck it. Relax, Callie. I need you to push back against me. It’s just like the plug. Flatten your back and press out.”

  Nate’s hands gripped her hips as he pushed forward. Pressure made her shiver. She tried to follow his orders. She flattened her back, pressing her chest against Zane.

  Zane kissed her. He whispered to her. He told her how beautiful she was, how much he loved her. Nate’s cock pressed forward, fighting the tight ring of muscles that sought to keep him out. Tears welled. The pressure was almost too much, and then he slid in.

  “Oh, god.” She fought tears. It was like he’d shoved a hot poker up her ass. He was so much bigger than the plug they’d used before.

  “Give it a minute.” Zane soothed her, running his hands through her hair, kissing her forehead. “We’ll try this once, and if you don’t like it, we won’t do it again.”

  Nate was holding himself still against her backside. He was covering her. It felt like there wasn’t any part of her they weren’t touching. Despite the discomfort, the intimacy of being completely enveloped by them was the best feeling she’d ever had. She’d never felt safer and more cherished than she did in that moment.

  “I’m fine.” She managed to talk though it felt like she couldn’t breathe. She was so full. Her hands shook as she placed one on Zane’s face and the other snaked around to touch Nate. “I want this.”

  She did. She wanted to be with them in every way possible, for as long as they had.

  “Good, darlin’, because I can’t hold back any longer. I’ll try to go slow.” Nate’s words sounded like they were ground between his teeth. He started to pull his cock back, and she felt her eyes go wide. She had nerves in her ass that she never knew she had, and now every one of them was screaming in pleasure at the slow, steady drag of Nate’s dick.

  Zane grinned up at her. “Not the last time then, babe?”

  “Oh, no.” She pressed back against Nate. She couldn’t stand the thought of him pulling out.

  He pressed back in with a groan. “Your ass feels so good. It’s so tight. I can feel every inch of you.”

  “You done playing around back there?” Zane asked. “Because I really need to fuck this pussy.”

  Nate hissed and suddenly pressed forward. Callie could feel his abs against her backside. He was all the way in. “Damn straight, Zane. Let’s fuck our woman.”

  She held on for dear life as they worked in tandem. When one pressed forward, the other pulled out. Zane’s hands were on her waist, guiding her up and down his cock. Nate’s pulled at her hips, forcing his big dick in and out of her ass. The sensations rushed along her skin. Her breath came out in rabid pants. Something was building inside her pussy, her ass. The twin pleasures were fighting for precedence. Then suddenly she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see. She could only feel as she came apart. Her clit pulsed as she came and came. The nerves in her ass lit up and sparked a fire that raced through her.

  She heard Nate shout as he frantically pounded into her ass. He stiffened behind her, and his hands tightened. Zane’s face flushed, and she felt him pulse as he came, flooding her.

  Nate fell forward, shoving her on to Zane’s chest. She could feel him breathing heavily against her back. He pressed his lips to the nape of her neck.

  “I love you, Callie,” Nate whispered.

  She wished that was enough.

  Chapter Thirteen

  The town hall was full to overflowing by the time Nate gently pushed his way through the crowd. He hadn’t been sure what to expect when Callie had told him she’d called a town meeting, but it wasn’t this crowd. He was used to citizens being fairly apathetic about what went on around them. He should have known this town would be different. It looked like everyone in Bliss had shown up. There was a loud hum of conversation going on around him as he settled Callie into a seat close to the front.

  “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of her.” Zane slid into the open seat next to Callie like he belonged there.

  He did. Zane belonged next to her more than he himself did. Zane was staying with her. Zane was committing to her. Damn it. The thought made him ache inside. He nodded shortly and turned away from the sight of her scooting closer to Zane. If he was half as smart as he claimed to be, he would be sitting on the other side of Callie, vying for attention.

  “Sheriff!”

  The loud calls of the people around him reminded Nate that even if he was willing to commit his life to being the sheriff of Bliss, he wouldn’t be sitting with Zane and Callie. Not tonight at least. There was a small raised stage at the front of the room with a long conference table and a place setting with his name on it. He had a meeting to run.

  A frail figure stood in between the imposing bodies of Worthington and Leander. The agents looked ridiculously out of place among the locals. They were in perfectly pressed suits with hair that had been cut into the current style and wouldn’t dare to look windblown. He snickered inwardly. They would shit their pants if they had his job. Just the other day he’d had to help the park rangers deal with a huge grizzly who decided to invite himself into the Farley family’s cabin for supper. Then he had to talk to the boys, who had been luring the damn bear in for a science experiment. Yup, Worthington and Leander would have no idea how to handle a bear, much less the evil genius that was the Farley brothers.

  When had he started thinking that way? Hell, he used to dress like the agents when he wasn’t on the job. He had the best clothes, the latest haircut, thousand-dollar shoes. When did all of that become something he snickered at? Clothes made the man, his father would say. Bullshit, his increasingly loud inner voice chimed in. What a man did, what he loved and protected, that made a man.

  And now that he thought about it, his uniform was pretty comfy. It didn’t wrinkle so it was easy to take care of. He didn’t hate putting it on. He’d hated what it represented, but he was kind of coming to terms with it. When he went back to the DEA, he would dress in suits when they had meetings, put on ties that threatened to strangle him, and he would have to give up his well-worn boots because they weren’t snazzy enough.

  He didn’t like that thought.

  “Sheriff Wright.” The elderly man leaning on his walker looked relieved to see him walking up. Hiram Jones was the mayor of Bliss and had been for the last twenty years. He wore the town’s version of formal, a clean western shirt, bolo tie with a shiny silver clasp, and pressed blue jeans. A Stetson sat on his head, and Nate realized that Hiram must have taken this meeting seriously. After all, he’d put in his teeth. Hiram usually didn’t bother. Hiram scooted his walker with tennis balls covering the feet over closer to Nate. “I’m glad you’re here. I don’t think I like these two. Are you sure we need them around? Bliss can handle its own, if you know what I mean.”

  Nate nodded politely and gave the elderly man a hand. He started maneuvering Hiram toward a seat at the front of the audience. He saw a place open next to Stella who, for some reason, had decided to dress like Annie Oakley. All she was missing was a shotgun strapped to her back, though Nate had no illusions that she could have one in her hands before he could blink. For all her crazy dress, she was solid. Stella was dependable, and she would take care of the mayor.

  They all took care of each other here. He wouldn’t get that in DC.

  “The special agents are merely here as backup, Mayor Jones,” Nate explained. “I assure you, I’m still in charge.”

  Stella smiled up at the mayor and immediately began fussing over him. “You come on and sit down with me, Hi. Sheriff Wright will take care of those boys. Special agents? I don’t see anything special about them.”

  Nate was satisfied the mayor was settled and walked b
ack over to his former colleagues. He could hear them talking as they looked around the room. Now he wished this meeting was taking place in the town square in full daylight where their disdainful stares would be hidden behind their expensive sunglasses.

  “This place is a complete joke,” Leander said, not bothering to keep his voice down. “Not a one of these people know their head from their ass.”

  “Yeah, Wright, you gotta dump this place and come back to the real world.” Worthington was shaking his head. “Seriously, how can you stand it here? No one in this piddly town has ever had to face anything. I can’t stand all the syrupy sweetness. It’s like fucking Mayberry in here.”

  “It’s not so bad.” Nate kept his tone moderate but had the sudden urge to wipe the snarky smile off Marcus Worthington’s face. And what was actually wrong with Mayberry? It had always seemed like a nice place to him.

  Leander sighed. “It’s just a pity, a truly gifted agent like you getting stuck in this pathetic place because of misplaced loyalty. Look, Wright, I know he’s your partner and you’ve been friends for a long time, but Hollister is dragging you down. Marc and I have a proposal for you. There’s a lot of money to be made in our positions.”

  Doing what? The real money was at the top. Nate couldn’t imagine Worthington and Leander made that much more than he had. Of course, they made more than his Bliss salary, but they also spent more. He didn’t need a ton of cash here in Bliss. No one judged him on the make of his car or how expensive his shoes were. They didn’t care. He didn’t want to hear the lecture on coming back to the agency right now. He had too much on his mind already. “We should get the meeting started.”

  Nate rushed on stage. He sank into his chair and touched the microphone to ensure it was on. “Settle down people. We’re ready to start.”

  After a moment, Worthington and Leander took their seats at the podium, and Nate introduced them. He gave the town a brief rundown of what was happening and what to look for. The special agents interjected here and there, giving advice as though they were talking to two-year-olds rather than an entire town of people whose percentage of gun owners dwarfed the national average. They were patronizing. They were obnoxious. They were probably what Nate himself had sounded like just a few days ago. As Worthington went on and on, Nate sat, really thinking about his predicament.