by Marla Monroe
The sight of their sweet Cyn stretched over Roy tightened his throat. She was so damn beautiful. Her plump, round ass kept his cock rock hard anytime he was near her. He couldn’t wait to feel her squeezing him as he kissed her shoulder and whispered how much he loved her into her ear.
“Aden. Hurry, man. I’m fighting to keep still here. She’s squeezing the hell out of me as it is.” Roy’s strained voice pulled him out of his thoughts.
“Cyn, baby. I’m going to get you ready. I don’t want to hurt you, but you know there’ll be some pain at first, right?” he asked.
“Please, Aden. Hurry. I’ll be fine,” she told him.
He popped open the tube of lube he’d gotten special for her. It was supposed to make it easier for her and deaden some of the pain. God, he didn’t want to hurt her. After squeezing a generous amount over her little rosette, Aden added it to his sheathed cock before recapping it and setting it aside. Then he gingerly rubbed it around Cynthia’s anus until it started relaxing as he pressed lightly against the opening. When his first finger entered without a problem, he began to relax some. The feel of her hot ass sucking at his finger had his cock pulsing in the condom. He gently added a second finger, pushing slowly into her dark hole until he had them both all the way as far as possible.
“Oh, God, Aden. That feels so weird,” she said with a moan.
“Am I hurting you, honey?” he asked.
“No. More.”
He spread his fingers and pumped in and out of her for several long seconds before he decided she was ready. After removing his fingers, he wiped them on the towel he’d brought then added more lube before spreading her ass cheeks and lining his aching cock up with her pink rosette.
The moment he began to enter her, heat seared his dick like an open flame. Her back hole slowly stretched around him until finally, the tight ring of muscle gave and he popped inside. Sweat popped out on his brow as she squeezed him tighter than he’d ever felt before. No way would he last long if she continued to grip him like a damn vise.
“Aw, hell, Aden. You just made her even tighter. I can’t hold back, man,” Roy said.
“Neither can I. She’s like a tight fist. So good. So damn good,” Aden groaned out.
He felt Roy push deeper into her depths then retreat. Aden plunged forward and felt his eyes cross. It was amazing. She was amazing. His balls tightened and boiled with cum as he and Roy see-sawed in and out of her. The sight of her caught between them had to be the sweetest picture he’d ever seen.
“Are you okay, baby girl?” Roy asked.
“So full. Feels amazing,” she said.
Aden watched as his cock tunneled in and out of her tight ass, the once small rosette flowering around his thick dick. Watching it made him even hotter if that were possible. He leaned over and kissed each bump of her spine until he reached the top. Then he kissed her shoulder, catching a glimpse of Roy’s face, a mask of concentration so intense it was beautiful.
Fire ignited in his balls as electricity raced up and down his spine. He wasn’t going to last. Unacceptable! She had to come first.
“Roy. I’m losing it man.”
“I’ve got her.” His strangled words were almost unrecognizable.
He wasn’t sure what the other man was doing, but suddenly Cynthia’s ass got tighter if that was even possible. She began to moan and wiggle between them. Suddenly she screamed and her entire body spasmed around him, flinging him into his own orgasm before he was ready. He held on tight as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him and he filled the condom with his seed. At the same time, he nipped her shoulder with his teeth relishing how she shoved her ass tighter against him.
When he’d caught his breath, Aden realized he hadn’t told her that he loved her. He started to tell her right then, but decided that it would seem too contrived and she would probably just see it as an in the moment type thing. He wanted her to know that he meant it. He’d tell her later, make it more romantic.
“God, baby girl. You wore me out. I’m going to be worthless the rest of the day,” Roy said beneath them all.
Aden carefully pulled out of her and hurried to the bathroom to clean up. He looked at himself in the mirror as he ran hot water over a bath cloth. Despite the life altering even that he’d just been a part of, other than messed up hair and a grin that wouldn’t go away, nothing looked any different about him. He thought there should be some sort of sign that he’d just committed his life to someone. Two someones, actually.
Shaking his head, Aden walked back into the bedroom and gently cleaned the evidence of their lovemaking from Cynthia’s body. She didn’t make a sound. It looked as if she’d fallen asleep again. He grinned. They’d worn her out as well.
“Climb up here with her so I can get cleaned up,” Roy said. “I’ll take that cloth back.”
Aden climbed back into the bed and snuggled up to their woman while Roy left. This was the life he wanted from now on. All they had to do was convince her to stay. He wasn’t crazy. He knew she didn’t expect it to last. She’d given in much too easily for him to believe she was completely on board. They would change her mind though.
He frowned. First they had to keep her safe and put a stop to whoever was stalking her. That was their number-one priority for now. Later they could woo her and secure her to their side for good.
“We better get her up so she can get ready for work. If she’s late, she’ll see it as a reason not to stay with us,” Roy said.
Aden looked up to find the other man already dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. His friend was right. If they let her rest and she was late opening her shop, she would be upset. He didn’t want her upset if at all possible.
“Cyn, baby. Wake up. Time to get ready for work.” He felt her burrow deeper against his chest.
Smack!
The sound of Roy’s hand on her tender skin had Aden frowning. He needn’t have worried. Cynthia was more than able to stand up for herself.
“Roy! Don’t you spank my ass again,” she said after yelping.
“Then get your lazy ass out of bed. You’ve got a store to run, woman.”
“Asshole,” she grumbled.
“What was that?” he asked with a grin.
Smack!
“Aden! Make him stop.” She jumped out of bed and rubbed her butt with one hand.
“Sorry, honey. I’m not getting in between the two of you. Sounds like he doesn’t like to be called names to me.” He hid his grin as he rolled out of bed.
“Ooooo,” she said with a growl. “Just wait until you’re not looking. I’ll get you both back.”
Aden chuckled as she started going through her bag to look for something to wear. He frowned. They needed to unpack for her so she didn’t have to dig through her things or bend over like that. Well, maybe bending over wasn’t so bad. He kind of liked the view, but it couldn’t be very comfortable for her.
“You better go get dressed before she catches you with your head all sideways watching her ass twitch,” Roy whispered next to him.
Aden smiled and straightened up. “You’re probably right.”
They exchanged silly grins and turned back to watch their woman as she started pulling on the sexy underwear she liked to wear. Today seemed to be a pink day.
* * * *
Cynthia was glad it was Wednesday. They were usually fairly slow during the middle of the week and given that it was fall, traffic was manageable. She’d had a sweet couple come in that morning looking for a gift for a bridal shower. Now she had several people browsing around the store. With only a little over an hour till closing, she hoped they didn’t wait until the last moment to make up their minds.
One man asked her about the candles, and she’d explained about how they turned into massage oil when they were lit. He’d been really interested, but had left without buying anything. Now she was waiting on a couple of ladies who were selecting some things for their recently divorced coworker.
“What do you think about thi
s one?” the tall blonde asked, holding up a lavender set that included garters.
“Oooo, that’s pretty,” the shorter black-haired one cooed. “Let’s get that for sure. Maybe add a book to read as well.”
“Oh, I wonder if they have the new Sophie Oak book. That would be awesome!” the first woman said.
Another man walked in, but the two women shopping for their coworker caught her attention before she could see if he needed anything. They were ready to check out. Cynthia rang up their sales, pleased to see that they had bought two books as well. She gift wrapped everything but one of the books. It was obviously for them. After thanking the women, she turned to the man still browsing and walked up to offer her help.
“Can I help you find anything or answer any questions?” she asked.
He looked up and smiled. For some reason, it creeped her out. It looked fake to her. She’d had plenty of weird ones lately. Cynthia tightened her own smile.
“Do you think you have this in a larger size?” he asked, holding up the fire-engine-red camisole and matching garter belt.
“I might. Let me check the back. I’ll be right back.” She turned and hurried to see if they still had a larger size. They’d ordered several of them in the red and black colors since they tended to be the most popular.
She didn’t have a red one, but still had one black one. She sighed and made a mental note to reorder again. When she turned around to carry the black one back up front, she gasped. The man hadn’t waited out front but followed her to the back.
“I’m sorry, but employees are the only ones allowed back here, sir.”
“I’m sorry. I thought you might need some help,” he said with a broad smile.
“I don’t have the red one in a larger size, but I do have it in black,” she said, hoping he would turn around and walk back out to the front.
“I’m not sure. I was kind of set on the red,” he hedged.
“Let’s step back out front so you can see it better. It’s not as bright back here,” she said, holding it out in front of her.
“I kind of like it back here. Nice and quiet, without anyone to interrupt us.” He took a step closer.
“I’ve really got to go back out front. I can’t leave the store unattended, sir.”
“Oh. Don’t worry about losing customers. I locked the door for you. We have all the time in the world and no one to interrupt us.”
Cynthia’s heart stuttered as she realized the trouble she was in. This had to be the man stalking her. Why? She didn’t recognize him at all. Who was he?
“I don’t understand.” She took a step back.
“It’s simple, really. My wife left me because of you. You and your sexy underwear and those dirty books you sell. She was perfectly happy until you convinced her to try and spice up her love life,” he snarled.
“How did that make her leave you?”
“She found someone else. Said he was sexier and treated her like those bastards in those books. If you hadn’t pressured her into buying them, she wouldn’t have gone looking for someone else. You broke up our marriage. You’re going to burn in hell for coming between a man and his wife like that.” He followed her as she backed away from him.
“I didn’t do anything. I don’t pressure anyone into buying anything. I just answer questions,” she said, her voice breaking as her back hit a rack of shelves behind her.
“You convinced her she could do better than me. She told me that if you hadn’t sold her those books she never would have realized what she was missing. It’s all your fault, bitch,” he yelled as he lunged at her.
Cynthia tried to move out of the way before he reached her, but he caught her arm and jerked her back, slamming her back against the shelving unit. Air left her lungs in a whoosh. She thought she was going to pass out from lack of oxygen, afraid that if she did, he’d kill her while she was unconscious. As she fought to regain the ability to breathe again, she kicked at his legs in the hopes it would distract him. One of her pointed toe heels managed to make contact, hitting somewhere on his leg.
“You bitch!” Her attacker backhanded her, knocking her to the floor.
While it had hurt, it actually helped her draw in a complete breath. She fought the pain and tried to crawl under the shelves, but he was too fast, grabbing one leg and pulling her out to the middle of the room. When he reached down to pull her up again, Cynthia took a chance and wrapped her body around one of his legs thinking it would stop him from being able to hurt her that way.
“What the hell?” he yelled, trying to shake her off his leg. “Let go of me.”
When he grabbed her hair and yanked at it, Cynthia struggle to resist letting go, but the pain soon got to her and she had no choice but to release her death grip of his leg. He dragged her to her feet and slammed her against the back door, exchanging her hair for her neck. When he began to squeeze her throat, she was sure she was going to die. With nothing left to lose, she dug at his hands with her nails but it didn’t seem to faze him that she was gouging hunks of skin out.
Cynthia went for his eyes, but he managed to move his head at the last minute. Still she got her nails in his cheeks and dug for all she was worth. This time he yelled in pain, or at least she thought he did. The ringing in her ears dulled all the noise around her. She could feel herself fading fast. With one last surge of energy, she tightened her hold on his face with her fingernails and sank one of her sharp heels into his ankle as hard as she could.
Suddenly she could breathe again. The bastard had let go to pull her heel out of the top of his foot. She’d missed her aim but had still managed to free herself. When he stood up and reached for her again, she punched him in the nose as hard as she could and ran, nearly falling because she’d broken her heel in the man’s foot. She kicked off both shoes, rushing for the front of the store.
“I’ll kill you, bitch! Come back here!”
Was he serious? She had the strange urge to laugh at the utter ridiculousness of his demand. She had to have brain damage from lack of oxygen. It was the only answer to why she would feel like laughing when someone was trying to kill her.
Cynthia made it as far as the cash register before he was on her again. This time he grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head into the counter. Pain exploded across her face where her nose hit the top. She prayed it wasn’t broken then wanted to laugh that she even cared. He yanked her head back up and tried to ram it back into the top of the counter again, but she managed to stop him. While he struggled to get his arm around her neck, she dug her hands under the counter, trying to find the panic button installed there.
When the alarm started going off, shrieking so loudly she felt it in her chest, he cursed and worked harder to cut off her airway with his arm around her neck. She kept her chin down to stop him and grabbed at whatever she could find. One hand managed to grab something that felt heavy. She yanked it off the shelf under the counter and pounded at whatever she could reach behind her with it.
A loud umph let her know she’d made a solid hit, but it was jerked from her hand and tossed across the room with a loud thump. She grabbed something else and was pleased to see this time that it was an umbrella. She used both hands to shove it backward next to her side and felt it sink into something.
“Bitch!” The man’s voice was strangled and he stumbled back a step, his arm still wrapped around her neck.
She screamed for help the best she could, but her voice was hoarse from earlier and only a strangled cry emerged. They both fell backward as he lost his footing and stumbled. She fell solidly on him as glass exploded across the room. People flooded the shop and she was gently pulled off of the man under her.
She was dimly aware of Denise kneeling by her, crying and holding a cloth to Cynthia’s face. She could tell the other woman was saying something, but between the ringing in her ears and the alarm going off, she couldn’t tell what she was saying. Someone had their hand over her side pressing hard enough that it hurt. She wanted to tell t
hem to stop, but her head hurt too badly.
Finally, the alarm silenced and she could hear snatches of words around her. The man holding her side kept telling her to be still, she was bleeding. Denise’s pale face had her wondering if her attacker had stabbed her and she hadn’t even known it. Everything seemed to move in slow motion after that. The last thing she remembered was someone saying the ambulance was on the way. First the pain receded then the noise, and finally she closed her eyes.
Chapter Seventeen
“I’m heading out to pick Cynthia up,” Roy called out through the door of the house.
“Be careful! I’ll have dinner ready by the time you get back,” Aden called from the kitchen.
Roy closed the door and hurried over to the truck. He couldn’t wait to get there. He’d missed her. As much as he knew she loved the shop, he couldn’t help but wish she didn’t have it so she could spend all of her time there with them. It was selfish of him to wish it, but there it was. He was a selfish man.
By the time he’d turned onto the highway toward Gatlinburg, he was trying to think of ways to talk her into hiring more help to handle the shop so she would have more time to stick around the house. Even if they had to work, she’d be there when they had time to slip inside for a kiss or a hug. Yeah, he was a selfish bastard. No two ways about it.
The sound of Big Ben’s tone on his cell phone had him grinning. Aden had forgotten something and needed them to stop by the store to pick it up.
“Yeah, what did you forget?” he asked.
“Get your ass to LeConte Medical Center in Sevierville! I’m on my way. Someone attacked Cynthia and they’re taking her there now.” Aden’s strangled voice had Roy’s heart racing instantly.
“How bad? What happened?” he demanded.
“I don’t fucking know! Denise was so upset when she called that someone else had to finish telling me,” Aden said.