Plenty of Love

by Lara Valentine

  Chapter 11

  The aroma of tomato sauce and Italian herbs filled the air at Charlie’s grand reopening. The restaurant, newly renovated after the arson at Christmastime, was larger and more comfortable than ever. Charlie’s husbands had managed to negotiate taking over the real estate office next door. The pizza parlor was now twice its original size and still packed to the gills with customers.

  Becca admired the brand-new booths, tables, and chairs, all done in honey oak with dark-red cushions. The walls were covered with black-and-white photos of the town from years past. The open kitchen took up one complete side of the restaurant, and they had added barstools to the counters so that single patrons could eat and watch the food being prepared. Zach and Chase Harper had been the contractors, and they had outdone themselves on this job. They were all celebrating the reopening of their favorite pizza parlor. The only pizza parlor in Plenty, for that matter.

  Chase lifted his longneck. “To the new Charlie’s and the end of a great job. I can’t wait to eat Charlie’s pizza tonight.”

  Zach, Cassie, Ryan, Jack, Jillian, Travis, Mark, and Becca all lifted their glasses to toast the new restaurant. Becca sipped at her red wine. She had yet to discuss her favorite deputy with Ryan. Ryan had been strangely quiet tonight, studiously avoiding talking to her. She hated to break the jovial vibe, but she had a few things to say.

  “I spent some quality time with Deputy Jason yesterday. I haven’t spent that much time with him since I dated him in high school.”

  Jillian frowned and glanced at her brother and Travis.

  “Why were you spending time with Jason? He’s a nice guy. We should fix him up with someone.”

  Zach shook his head. “Probably not a good idea. When Jason dates these days, he doesn’t date to find, if you know what I mean. He just dates to have some fun. He hasn’t been the same since Gabe left.”

  Travis took a pull on his beer bottle. “Were they in love?”

  Zach looked shocked, and Chase, Ryan, and Jack started laughing. Jack held up a hand with a grin.

  “Fuck, no. Jason and Gabe are best friends and cousins. They shared women together, and everyone thought they would settle down with one woman. Gabe and Jason both enlisted together, but Jason got out and became a deputy. Apparently, Gabe has never been the same since he left Afghanistan. He hasn’t come back to Plenty, and I’m not sure anyone knows where he is.”

  Zach had a tense look on his face. He had been a Navy SEAL, and Becca was sure he had seen some of the same horrors that now haunted Gabe.

  “A man changes in war. It’s how he survives.”

  No one argued Zach’s simple and to-the-point statement. Cassie slid her hand over Zach’s and squeezed, giving him a smile full of love. For a moment, they were the only two people in the room in each other’s eyes.

  Jillian smiled indulgently. “So why were you spending so much time with Jason?”

  Becca leaned back in her chair. “You should ask Ryan.”

  Jillian turned to Ryan. “Okay, Ryan, you tell us.”

  Ryan looked distinctly discomfited. “I asked Jason to keep an eye on Becca.”

  Jillian looked around the quiet table. No one spoke. “Um, why?”

  “Were you aware that Addie’s nephew Randall threatened her?”

  Jillian shrugged her shoulders. “Sure, Becca told us about it on Monday night at the diner. I’d hardly call it threatening. He told her to butt out.”

  “He told her to butt out or she’d be sorry.”

  “So? Someone flipped me the bird on the road to Zach and Chase’s house the other day. Do you think they intend to hunt me down and actually fuck me if I get in their way again?”

  Ryan’s face was turning a lovely shade of red. No one could yank his chain like his beloved fiancée.

  “They better fucking not. You didn’t tell me this.”

  Jillian chuckled. “Of course not. Do you know how many people have given me the finger in my lifetime? Shit, in Chicago it’s a sport. Not one of them has come after me.”

  Jack shook his head. “You have no sense of self-preservation, baby. Ryan’s never going to let you drive again.”

  “Hah! Let him try to stop me.”

  Ryan scraped his hand down his face. Becca had to hide her smile. He had his hands full with Jillian.

  “I’ll deal with you later. Anyway, I was just being cautious. You sent him packing with his tail between his legs and a new haircut, so it was a complete failure.”

  Becca laid her hand on top of his. “It wasn’t a failure. It was completely unneeded. Believe me, if I feel threatened, you’ll be the first to know. Okay?”

  “Okay. I’m going to have to trust you, I guess.”

  Becca sighed. “Yes, you are. And high time you did, big brother. Nothing is going to happen to me except a tummy ache from eating too much of Charlie’s delicious pizza.”

  Travis smiled. “I’ll join you there. Why don’t we drink to leading a boring, small-town life?”

  They all raised their glasses in agreement.

  * * * *

  “This sucks.”

  Becca tossed her purse on the table in the foyer of Mark and Travis’s house.

  “Get used to it, babe. That’s how life is with a doctor in the family. He gets calls at all hours of the day and night.”

  Some teenagers had wrecked their pickup truck near the quarries. Mark would be performing surgery as he was the closest certified orthopedic surgeon. Despite changing careers, he had decided to pass the state boards to keep his skills sharp. He had put in too many years not to continue helping when he was needed. As disgruntled as she was, she hoped the kids would all be okay.

  “I guess so. You must be used to it after so many years.”

  Travis shrugged. “I try not to give him a hard time about it. You and I will be curled up in a warm bed, and he’ll be on his feet for the next eight hours or so working. I think we got the better end of the deal.”

  Becca pressed her body close to Travis’s.

  “We certainly did. This time you won’t go to bed alone.”

  Travis’s eyes flared with passion. “No, I won’t, will I? I’m really starting to like this.”

  Becca giggled as her hands wandered down his flat abs to cup his hard cock through his jeans.

  “Just starting to like this, huh? Sounds like I need to convince you thoroughly.”

  Travis arched his hips into her hand. “I have a few ideas of how you can. Are you open-minded?”

  “I’m a woman in a relationship with two men who are already in a relationship. I’m the epitome of open-minded.”

  Travis chuckled. “True. Well, let’s get you naked and in the bedroom, shall we? I have a few things I’d like to explore with you…since you’re so open-minded.”

  Becca liked the idea of getting naked and open-minded. She knew the way to the bedroom and left a trail of clothes on her way. She was standing naked when Travis caught up with her, a pile of her discarded clothing in his hands.

  “Becca, you’re going to have to work harder at getting over your shyness and modesty.”

  Becca laughed at his mocking tone. She wasn’t the least bit shy as she stood before his lustful gaze. She only wanted him naked, too.

  “Seems like I’m the only one naked here. I want to see your body, too.”

  Travis chuckled as he lifted her chin with gentle fingers.

  “I’m glad you like what you see. But I have some plans for you first. Are you sure you’re okay exploring with me?”

  Becca frowned. “Stop treating me like a good little girl. When I’m with you, I feel like anything but.”

  Travis grinned as he headed for the closet, pulling out a leather duffel bag.

  “I don’t feel like a good boy with you, either. Is there anything in this bag you’d like to try?”

  Travis set the bag on the bed and stood back with his arms crossed over his muscular chest. Curiosity had always been her downfall, and it got the better o
f her now. She unzipped the bag and rummaged to see what was inside.

  Toys.

  The bag was filled with all sorts of sex toys. She’d hit the mother lode.

  “Gosh, I don’t know, Travis. How many can I choose?”

  “I should have known you’d enjoy this. Pick what you want, babe. They were chosen with you in mind.”

  Becca perused the contents of the bag, her arousal hitching higher with each find. She had combed through butt plugs, padded handcuffs, vibrators, silk rope, a blindfold, nipple clamps, and colorful tubes of lubricant before she found what she was looking for. She quickly pulled the blindfold and silk rope out and set them on the bed.

  “Is that what you want?”

  Travis’s eyes had darkened to almost black. His arousal radiated off him so hotly she could feel it.

  “One more thing.”

  She pulled the flogger from the bag and laid it out on the bed. The strands were fur and were soft and silky to the touch.

  Travis’s gaze never flinched from hers. She knew she had chosen well by his almost-feral expression.

  “I get to choose something, too. It’s only fair.”

  Becca stepped back from the bag so he could choose. The deliciousness of not knowing what he would choose sent cream gushing from her pussy. Anything he chose would be pleasurable. They wouldn’t be getting bored in bed anytime soon with such bounty.

  He pulled out a red tube of lubricant and then tossed a butt plug on the bed before returning the bag to the closet. Her ass clenched as she imagined it pressed into her back hole. She’d never had anything there but found the vision darkly erotic.

  He leaned down and captured her lips with his own. She could feel the scruff on his cheek and smell his masculine scent. It overwhelmed her senses, and she slowly released her hold on reality and let herself surrender to the pleasure. Her senses heightened and the room faded away until there was only her and Travis. His lips, his hands, became her whole world.

  His fingers were like flames licking her skin. She moaned as his mouth traveled across her jaw and down the sensitive cord of her neck. She arched against him to give him better access and press her overheated flesh against his hard body. His hard cock was pressed into her soft belly, telling her he wanted her the same way. She trailed her fingers across the denim stretched tight over his straining dick. She dropped to her knees, tugging at his zipper. She needed to taste him. His hands caught her and pulled her back up.

  “Whoa, babe. I want your sweet mouth on me, but not yet. I have plans first.”

  Becca stuck out her lower lip.

  “But I want your cock in my mouth.”

  Travis grinned and tugged her toward the bed.

  “I want that, too. Soon.”

  He pressed her back onto the pillows, the sheets cool under her heated skin. He dragged the silk rope across her belly, sending a shiver up her spine. She was pouring honey from her pussy as she envisioned what he had in store for her. He ran his hands down her arms and encircled her wrists with the slippery rope before pulling her hands over her head and anchoring them to the headboard.

  “Tug.”

  She pulled, but the rope held fast. Her nipples peaked and her pussy clenched as he moved down to the end of the bed, repeating the process with each ankle. She was spread wide and helpless and already on the edge of climax. He ran a finger through her drenched pussy.

  “Very wet. Do you want to be fucked, Becca?”

  She licked her suddenly dry lips. She couldn’t lie.

  “More than anything.”

  “Well, you’re going to have to wait. I want to play a little more.”

  Travis picked up the black blindfold and dangled it in front of her face.

  “Close your eyes, sweetness.”

  He wrapped the soft fabric around her eyes, robing her in darkness. Her other senses sharpened. She could feel the brush of the hair on his arms and felt his breath against her skin. His tongue traced a wet path down in the valley between her breasts and dipped into her belly button, drawing a giggle from her. His fingers tickled her ribs before plucking at her already painfully hard nipples. She arched her back in an effort to urge his mouth to them. He chuckled.

  “All in good time, my sweet. First, another toy.”

  She felt the cold of the lube as it trickled down her crack and then Travis’s fingers circling her back hole. He pressed with his finger and her muscles gave way.

  “Breathe, Becca. Don’t hold your breath. I hope you like this.”

  More lube and another finger pressed inside, stretching her ass. It didn’t hurt or burn as she expected. She just felt some pressure and then she felt full. She couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have a cock up there.

  “I don’t think your cock will fit in there.”

  Travis chuckled.

  “Not tonight it won’t. I’m going to put a plug in there tonight to start gently stretching you. In a few weeks, our cocks will fit just fine. Just relax for me.”

  She blew out a breath just as the plug started pressing against her tight hole. This time when her muscles gave way, she felt the burn but no real pain. It was only when Travis began moving the plug in and out she felt electricity run through her body. She tried to move with it, but the restraints held her still.

  She felt Travis’s breath on her nipples and then his mouth. He licked, sucked, and nipped at each nipple until they stood proud and erect. The pads of his fingers caressed his handiwork before she felt the bed move and he was gone for a moment. She heard water in the bathroom, and then he was next to her again. She could feel the heat from his body as he leaned over her.

  “I want you to try something tonight. This is the red tube. Just go with it.”

  She felt something cold and wet drip on each nipple. She shivered and waited for something to happen.

  “Trav, what is this? Oh!”

  The cold had transformed into a simmering heat. Each moment that passed raised the temperature on her nipples until they felt as if hot wax had been dripped on them. She moaned as arrows of pleasure and pain shot to her pussy and clit. She tugged at her restraints as she tried to twist away from the unrelenting heat.

  The first lick on her swollen clit took her breath away. The second and third sent her floating above the bed on a cloud of pleasure. The heat on her nipples radiated through her body and was getting all mixed up in the pleasure his talented tongue brought her. She was teetering on the edge of orgasm when he sucked her clit into his mouth, scraping his teeth lightly across the sensitive flesh.

  She screamed his name over and over as her body shook. She pulled and tugged at her restraints, but they held fast as she rode the pleasure all the way to the end. She closed her eyes as she lay limp and breathing hard. His hands skimmed over her extrasensitive flesh, starting her climb toward orgasm again.

  “For the love of God, Travis, have some mercy.”

  “No mercy tonight, baby. You’re open-minded, remember?”

  She barely had time to register his words when she felt the brush of fur against her sensitized skin. Travis was using the fur flogger to drive her insane. Each brush of the soft fur sent tingles through her body and straight to her clit. He tickled her nipples, gliding the fur round and round each tip until it was painfully hard. She couldn’t hold back her moan.

  “Travis!”

  She felt a soothing hand on her belly.

  “I know, baby. Relax into it.”

  This time the soft brushes became soft whips. He gently whipped her thighs with the fur strands. There was no pain, only pleasure. It almost felt like being massaged by the most luxurious fur. Travis moved the flogger up her belly and to her straining breasts. She arched her body into the soft whips, begging him to go harder and faster. He ignored her, setting up his own rhythm until she was begging him to do anything, just please, please let her come.

  She heard the flogger drop on the floor with a thud and the crinkle of a condom wrapper. Travis was going to fuck her
and, if she had anything to say about it, fuck her hard.

  * * * *

  Travis let his gaze roam over his beautiful Becca. Her skin was flushed a rosy pink from the flogger, her breath was coming in pants, and her thighs were sticky and shiny from her juices. He couldn’t wait to bury himself balls deep inside her. He quickly shucked his clothes off and tossed them aside before straddling her on the bed and rolling the condom down his aching cock. He nudged her slit with the blunt tip of his cock and let it slide up and down, rubbing her honey all over the condom. She was so wet he would glide in easily.

  “Are you ready for me, sweetness?”

  She tugged at her restraints. “I want to touch you, too.”

  He leaned forward and buried his nose in her neck where it met her shoulder. He breathed in her sweet scent, and his cock hardened painfully. He pressed his cock forward into her heat, groaning as her tight pussy enfolded him. She was so tight and wet. The plug made the fit even more snug than before. She squeezed her muscles and his cock throbbed in response. Nothing felt the way fucking Becca felt. It was a singular experience he wanted the rest of his life.

  He thrust slowly at first, trying to hold on to the shred of control he had left. As he picked up speed, he thrust harder until his balls were pulled up close to his body and the pressure in his lower back became unbearable. He reached between them and rubbed circles around her clit. Her pussy clamped down on his cock as her climax swept through her. He followed her over, letting the waves crash through his body. He slumped on top of her as they subsided, leaving him wrung out but exalted. They were amazing together. His natural reticence was shot to hell, leaving him feeling triumphant. They had found their third.

  “I know I’m squishing you. I swear I’ll move in a minute.”

  He felt more than heard her giggle. He levered himself up and quickly disposed of the condom before untying her ankles and wrists. He gently massaged them and checked for bruising. He then slowly pulled the plug from her bottom and threw it in the bathroom sink for washing.

  She pulled her blindfold off and tossed it aside, giving him a saucy smile.

  “It just gets better and better.”