She felt her cheeks heat and her belly tighten with arousal.
“Well duh, that’s why I said it,” she said as Juno opened his door to get out then reached for her to assist her. She slid down his body and he held her close, letting his hand glide over her lower back and ass. He gave it a squeeze.
“I think Atlas is going to be mad at you.”
“Mad at me? Why?” she asked.
He leaned closer and kissed her ear then whispered into it.
“You made him all aroused and horny, and he has at least another thirty minutes of work and then dinner at the Inn.”
She moaned softly and held his arms then locked gazes with him.
“Well maybe we ought to skip dinner and head right to dessert.”
Juno shook his head, and Orsin wrapped an arm around her waist from the side.
“You are feeling pretty damn frisky, Miss Sydney. We had a big lunch, could go way past normal dinner time hours and feast on you instead. He leaned closer and kissed her neck.
She felt kind of embarrassed standing here by the truck in town with so many people around. Their words, their touch was so arousing, she felt almost desperate. She didn’t want to seem desperate. She smiled.
“I need those cowgirl boots. Let’s take care of that first.”
“Only if you promise to wear them when we’re making love,” Juno teased her.
“Oh fuck Juno, you had to say that? I’m not going to be able to concentrate now. I’ll be picking out some sexy red cowgirl boots and imagining her in only those boots and completed naked. Her tits swaying and bobbing, her long, sexy thighs wide and those boots in the air moving back and forth while my cock is balls deep in her wet, tasty cunt.”
“Orsin!” She slapped his chest and pushed both of them to the side. Juno was chuckling, and both men caught up to her on the sidewalk. She suddenly wished she had worn regular panties so they could catch the cream that just dripped from her pussy. She couldn’t believe it. Orsin’s words, Juno’s comments aroused her and made her want to definitely skip dinner and just go back to their place and make love. Hell, she felt so horny she wished there was a place they could sneak to right now so they could ease the ache she felt.
She felt the arm go around her shoulder and then heard Orsin chuckling.
“You okay, baby?” he teased. She glared at him.
“I’m fine. Where’s the boot store?” she asked. Juno laughed again.
“Oh, this is going to be good. We’re going to buy you a few of pairs of boots. Orsin’s got my imagination soaring with ideas.”
She lightly smacked Juno’s belly. “Quit it.”
“Why? You’re the one who told Hart you like riding your cowboys.”
She gasped again and shot him a shocked expression.
“You are both very naughty men.”
“You like us naughty. It fucking drives me wild knowing that the dirty talk gets you all aroused and on edge,” Orsin teased.
“I am not on edge,” she countered.
Juno ran his hand along her ass and squeezed as Orsin opened the door to the boot store.
“Don’t you lie to me, girl. You are aroused and on edge. But don’t you worry, we’ll ease that ache soon enough.”
“If she behaves,” Juno teased.
“Oh brother,” she said then exhaled as they entered the store. There were wall to wall boots and in all different colors and styles. But for some damn reason her eyes landed on the red ones and her heart started racing. Orsin leaned against her back and whispered in her ear, “Oh yeah, we’ll be getting you a pair of those and you’ll wear them only with us. Now go to take a seat and get ready to try them on.” He gave her ass a light smack and a small shove forward as he called out to the store clerk to help.
She couldn’t let them have all the fun. She needed to give them a little of what they were dishing out. So as the store clerk came over smiling, she pulled down the red boots.
“Can I help you?” he asked.
She looked the store clerk over, who definitely found her attractive because his cheeks turned pink and he stared right at her breasts.
She showed him the boots.
“Hi, darling, can you tell me, are these good for…riding?” she asked all sexy and ignored the angry hard stares from Juno and Orsin. She would pay for this later, but it was all good and it would show that she could play their little game just as good as they were.
* * * *
Atlas went to pick up Hart so they could all take the truck back to their house with Syd. He was in the patrol car with Hart when the station called. Wyatt wanted to see him in his office as soon as he was back in town.
“What is that all about?” Hart asked.
“Not sure. Sounds important though. I have to drop the patrol car off at the station anyway. I’ll leave you in front of the Inn. Prepare yourself for Syd, she’s in a mood.”
“A bad mood?” Hart asked.
“Oh no, I’d say frisky mood. She asked me to bring home my handcuffs.”
“What?” Hart asked, and Atlas smiled as he nodded his head and continued to drive. He explained about the conversation in town and then about the texts from Juno and Orsin as they boot shopped for her.
“Fuck, how the hell are we supposed to get through dinner when she’s talking about buying red boots and only wearing them naked and riding one of us in bed?” Hart said.
“Beats the fuck out of me. I was still trying to recover from the handcuff comment earlier.” He adjusted his body in the seat and Hart shook his head.
“She’s going to get a spanking for doing that. Probably has Orsin and Juno making a scene with her in town.”
“I think those two probably egged her on. You know how Orsin gets around Syd.”
“Syd affects all of us in many ways. She’s fucking perfect.”
“She told them that she loves us. She also asked about Rusty.”
“They texted you all this?”
“I think Orsin was trying to keep control of his sexual desires while Sydney flirted with the store clerk.”
“What?”
Atlas nodded his head. “A spanking indeed. She’s in trouble.”
“Why the hell did we say we’d do dinner first in town?” Hart asked.
“I was thinking the same thing. We could cancel and pick up some steaks at the store instead.”
“I guess we could, but the whole point was to bring her out for a nice dinner, not just bring her home and fuck her all night long.”
“You know as well as I do it’s torture being away from her and not being inside of her when we want to. This has to change. I know it’s moving fast, but we should talk to her about moving in with us.”
“I think she’ll freak out. This is all new to her and she has the singing career starting. She may look at it as us trying to hold her down.”
“I guess you’re right. Can we at least discuss it with her? Get her feelings on it?”
“That would be a good idea, that way we’re not trying to take control of her life.”
“I sleep better when she’s with me in bed,” Atlas confessed.
“So do I, bro, so do I,” Hart added as they pulled the deputy patrol car into the parking lot behind the station.
“I’ll walk over to Inn and meet you there. I’ll text Juno now to see where they’re at.”
“Sounds good. If this meeting goes longer, just start dinner without me. I’ll text you.”
“You think it’s something serious?” Hart asked, getting out of the cruiser.
“Every time Wyatt calls one of us into the office, I fear it’s something serious. Let’s hope not. I’ll see you in a little while,” Atlas said and locked up the vehicle. Hart headed toward the inn as he spoke on his cell phone. Atlas hoped this wasn’t going to take long. He could wait to see Syd. He caressed the handcuffs on his utility belt and smiled. Their little angel was filled with surprises.
Atlas entered the main office and then walked to Wyatt’s of
fice. He knocked on the door and Wyatt said to enter.
“Close the door behind you, Atlas.” Atlas didn’t like the tone Wyatt had. He looked damn serious, and considering the sheriff was over six feet tall and extra large, he did intimidation well. But he was a respected man, a good man and a friend.
“Sounds like you’re about to give me some bad news,” Atlas said, and Wyatt motioned for Atlas to take a seat in the chair.
Wyatt sat on the edge of his desk and took a deep breath and released it.
“How is everything going between you guys and Sydney Foster?”
Atlas hadn’t expected that.
“Good.”
Wyatt raised one of his eyebrows up, indicating he expected a truthful, fuller answer.
Atlas released a sigh.
“Great, she’s perfect, we love her and are officially stating we’re her guardians.”
He nodded his head then cracked a small smile.
“Good to hear. She seems like a very nice young woman, and I hear she is a very talented singer.”
“Yes, she’s got a voice like and angel.”
“Working at the Rusty Horn, too. How has that been for you and your brothers?”
Wyatt knew about their father and even tried talking to them about making amends with Rusty. But they were too angry to even discuss it.
“It’s difficult, but Sydney makes it easy. She likes our dad and has a different relationship with him that we need to respect. Does it piss us off when she hugs him or he’s there to congratulate her? Shit yeah. But she’s worth it.”
“You spend a lot of time at the Rusty Horn now?”
“Here and there. Only Fridays and Saturdays when Syd is singing.”
“Her sister Ella hangs out there, too, right?”
“What’s this about Wyatt?”
Wyatt released a sigh.
“Fisher Lent called me.”
“Fisher? Damn I haven’t seen him in a while. He still working investigating illegal drugs and firearms cases?”
Wyatt nodded his head.
“This conversation we’re about to have remains between you and I, you got that, Atlas?”
Atlas felt his gut clench. He nodded his head.
“Ella’s been hanging out with a guy named Graham Walker. He’s into some illegal stuff, and it seems that Ella may have helped to coordinate a drug deal between Graham and these men Ella and Sydney knew back in New York.”
“What?” Atlas asked, sitting forward. His head was immediately spinning. Drug deal, Ella, Syd, guys from New York. Had she lied to them about her past? Was she some sort of criminal or something?
“Slow down, Atlas, I can practically hear you running to conclusions. Let me explain what Fisher found out. He went out on the ledge because of you and your brothers. He started investigating Ella when she showed up on the arm of Graham. Graham is pushing her around and could have forced her into this situation. We don’t know. The investigators were ready to take down Graham and this entire operation when suddenly this guy from New York shows up and there’s a connection between him and Ella and Syd. He came from their neighborhood. Ella hung out at the same club as this guy.”
“And Sydney, too?”
“Not from what the investigators found out in New York. This case just got extra large fast. It seems Ella is in the middle here, or at least present during these meetings about these deals expanding across Texas. It’s huge.”
“Fuck, what does Fisher want to do? Does he want to pull Ella, ask Sydney questions?”
“He wants answers, but he doesn’t want to get Ella hurt. It’s only because we look out for our community members and he knows you and your brothers are dating her sister. They want to get her in for questioning secretively. Find out what she knows and see what they can come up with. If she has committed any crimes, those will be dealt with. Fisher figures she could help out and cooperate and they will protect her from these men. A deal went down today. Ella was present.”
“Fuck. Sydney is going to flip. She looks out for Ella. Has always put her mom and Ella first and only recently in coming here started doing things for herself. Like the singing and letting her guard down enough to let us in. I don’t know what she’ll do when she finds out.”
“This could be the only way to save her sister. We don’t know. But it’s worth the shot.”
“When is Fisher planning on speaking with Ella?”
“Tomorrow morning he’s going to head out to Matt’s ranch with Mark Santos.”
“With Mark? Is this a Federal investigation?”
“It’s huge. The Texas Rangers, along with federal agents, have been working hand in hand since discovering the dealers and drugs being brought into Texas. Once those guys came from New York, they found out that these two men Bruno and Lenny were under surveillance. The two investigations collided, and now Fisher and Mark have been working with investigators from New York. Those investigators are due here tomorrow morning.”
“Maybe Ella should be brought here instead of them going out to the ranch like that?”
“They’ll decide what’s best. But this all has to remain quiet.”
“I understand. God, Wyatt, this is going to hurt Sydney so much. She talked about how Ella got the job at the boutique in town and is trying to establish a plan for her future. Now she’s involved with this? Ella could wind up in jail for years.”
“Let’s hope not. She’s twenty-one. Fisher took this step because of you guys. Let’s hope it’s enough to save Ella from potential jail time and put away a lot of bad guys.”
“Tell me what you need from me. I want to be kept in the loop. I want to make sure I do what I can to help protect Sydney’s sister.”
“I’ll put you in touch with Fisher. Perhaps Sydney should be there when they question Ella. That way you and your brothers are there for Ella, too.”
Atlas nodded his head.
“You meeting your brothers and Sydney at the Inn today?” he asked and looked at his watch.
“How did you know?” he asked.
Wyatt chuckled. “I know everything that’s going on in my town, you know that.”
“Sage told Anna?” Atlas countered and Wyatt chuckled.
“I don’t give away my sources. Just glad that you guys are officially staking a claim of guardianship.”
“We should claim Ella, too, as protectors until she doesn’t need us.”
Wyatt nodded his head.
“Then you’ll definitely be kept in the loop. Talk with your brothers and confirm with them and, of course, Sydney. It will all work out. We take care of our own in Pearl. We watch out for one another.”
“Yes sir, we sure do.”
Atlas talked to Wyatt about the things he would need to do and explain to Ella depending on how this investigation went. He left the office with a heavy heart and wondered how he would keep this secret from Sydney for the night. But he had no choice. He had to let Fisher do his investigation. He glanced at his watch. He was twenty minutes late. All he wanted to do was hold Sydney in his arms and love her. It was going to be a long, restless night and there was nothing he could do about it. Sydney came first.
* * * *
Dinner was good, but the sexual energy in the air was overwhelming all five of them. Before they even got her into the house, Orsin had her pressed up against the truck, his fingers buried deep in her pussy. She had nearly choked on her wine when Orsin trailed a hand under her skirt under the table and found her no-front panties. They cancelled dessert and he called out for the check and his brothers wondered why. He hadn’t said a word, just stared at her and asked Atlas to drive, who seemed a little preoccupied. But none of that mattered now. His thick, hard fingers fucked her pussy and she came.
“Get her inside,” Hart ordered.
Orsin pulled his fingers from her cunt and licked the digits. She watched him, lips parted, panting at how sexy he looked and how stimulated he made her.
“Fucking delicious,” he said then bent a
nd lifted her up over his shoulder.
A hand landed on her ass and a finger stroked her crack.
“Juno,” she moaned as they headed upstairs.
“I love these thong panties you wear. They’re fucking sexy,” he told her and pulled on the thin string against the crack of her ass.
“You have no idea, Juno. Just wait,” Orsin said as he placed her feet on the floor in the bedroom. The men were already undressing.
“Show them, Syd,” Orsin ordered, and she licked her lips and made him wait.
“I will, Orsin,” she challenged. He rubbed his hands together. “You’re getting your ass spanked, Syd.”
“Why?” she asked as she pulled off her top then unclipped her bra tossing it to the chair.
“For wearing what you are all day today, even at work and in town where anyone could have seen.”
“But no one but you did,” she whispered, and his eyes darkened.
“What the fuck, Orsin?” Hart asked. They were all naked and she smirked at him then reached back and let her skirt fall.
“I don’t know what you’re so upset about.”
She stepped her feet apart and ran her fingers over her pussy then up her belly to her nipple and pinched the tiny bud.
“Sydney,” Atlas reprimanded, and she continued to rub her clit.
“She had those on all day, anyone could have seen her pussy if the wind blew,” Juno added and Orsin stepped forward, grabbed her around the waist, and placed her over his thighs as he sat on the bed. She gasped and shook, feeling the cream drip between her thighs before the first slap to her ass came.
“Fuck, look at her,” Hart said and fell to his knees and pressed a finger to her pussy. She moaned and wiggled then the next slap to her ass came and then a caress. It was too much. She couldn’t handle it. A slap, a stroke, a caress. Then Hart thrust his fingers faster and harder, and her one leg fell down Orsin’s thigh, widening her stance and making her scream out an orgasm.
In a flash, Hart pulled his fingers from her cunt, pulled her panties off, and lifted her up onto Orsin. Orsin shoved his cock deep into her pussy and she immediately began to ride him. It was hard and fast, and her breasts rocked and swayed, and then she felt the cool liquid to her ass then fingers thrusting into her ass getting it ready for Hart’s cock.
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