His eyes blazed with hatred. “Don’t patronize me. I didn’t come here to hurt you, but I can’t just walk away now. You’re going to have to come with me.”
Becca’s heart sped up at his pronouncement. As the sister of a sheriff, she knew the absolute worst thing she could do is let Randall take her anywhere. She had to fight tooth and nail to keep him here. Eventually, Cassie and Jillian would wonder what happened to her. She could only hope they wouldn’t just barge in here and get themselves hurt.
Becca shook her head. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”
Randall reached out to grab for her arm again, and she pulled back, angering him further. He grabbed for her again, pulling her to her feet and shoving her toward the door.
“Let’s go. Now.”
She tried to pull back as the front door opened and Mark and Travis came in with smiles on their faces.
“Hey, babe, what are you doing here? We thought you’d be at Cassie and Jillian’s.”
Randall’s wide-eyed shock at their arrival was all she needed. She reared up and kicked his hand with all her strength, sending the knife skittering across the floor and into the kitchen. Mark and Travis reacted quickly to the unexpected situation. Mark smacked Randall in the face with the shopping bag he carried, and Travis took him the rest of the way to the ground, pressing his chest to the floor and bending his arms behind his back.
Mark pulled his phone out of his back pocket and called Ryan, while Travis gave her a smile.
“We leave you alone for one hour and this is what you get up to, huh? From now on, we don’t let you out of our sight, woman. Nice karate kick, by the way. You told us you could kick butt, and you really can.”
Becca smiled in relief. “I can, but it was nice to have the help. Good timing.”
“We got your back, babe.”
Mark hung up his phone. “Ryan’s on his way here.”
Becca hugged him. “I’m glad you’re here, but I have to wonder why. What made you come here tonight?”
Mark held up the shopping bag. “You left your shoes for the wedding in the car. When we pulled up we were heading to Jillian and Cassie’s place but saw your lights on and figured we’d try here first.”
Becca gave a shaky laugh. “You used my shoes as a weapon? They better not be damaged, stud.”
Jillian and Cassie walked through the open front door, and their mouths dropped open in amazement. Jillian looked at Travis, who was holding Randall on the floor.
“I’m afraid to ask what happened here. Cassie and I were getting worried, so we headed over here. We saw Mark and Travis’s car. This sure is different than what we thought we would be walking into.”
Becca laughed. She had a pretty good idea what they thought they would be interrupting.
“The man on the floor is Randall. He was trying to steal money from Addie. He was angry that we were able to stop him, so he vandalized the mailboxes, the shop, and here.”
Jillian looked at him like he was navel lint. “You’re an idiot. I can think of few criminals I defended that were dumber than you. You deserve to get caught.”
Randall’s face contorted with anger. “I would have gotten away with it if it wasn’t for her.”
Mark laughed. “Yeah, you would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren’t for that dog and you meddling kids.”
Becca couldn’t hold in her laughter as sirens sounded in the distance. These men were perfect for her. Deputy Jason walked in a few minutes later and dragged Randall to his feet, slapping him in cuffs and hauling him off to his police car. Ryan showed up only moments after, with Jack, Zach, and Chase in tow, and took everyone’s statement.
Ryan carefully placed the knife into an evidence bag with his handkerchief. “Good going, little sister, kicking this out of his hand. I’m glad you took your self-defense classes seriously. I’m proud of you.”
Becca felt tears prick the backs of her eyes, and she launched herself at Ryan, giving him a big hug. “I don’t think you’ve ever said you were proud of me before.”
Ryan looked uncomfortable, seeking out Jillian’s help. She just smiled indulgently.
“Of course I’m proud of you. What brother wouldn’t be?”
Jack held out his arms for a hug. “I’m proud of you, too.”
Becca gave him a bear hug before going back to her men. She felt very content standing between them.
Ryan handed the evidence off to Deputy Jason. “Well, I think that’s it. We have a big day tomorrow, and we should all get some rest. Jillian, you’re going home with Jack and me tonight. After this, I want you where we can keep an eye on you.”
“But my girls’ night—” Cassie protested.
Zach pulled her into his arms. “I agree with Ryan. I want our woman close. You can have your girls’ night when we get back from our honeymoon. Tonight, Chase and I are staying with you.”
Cassie pouted but gave in with good grace. Becca was pretty sure she wasn’t all too upset about the turn of events.
Travis turned to her. “Let’s get you home, babe. We could all use some sleep after tonight.”
It was Becca’s turn to pout. She whispered in his ear as he pulled her close, “Not too much sleep, I hope.”
Chapter 17
Becca headed straight for the bedroom when they got back to Mark and Travis’s house. Her adrenaline was still humming from earlier, and she couldn’t wait to channel it into a night with her men. Travis leaned in the doorway looking good enough to eat and giving her an evil smile. He had the same idea she did.
“I think our woman is anxious to be loved, babe. She’s practically naked already.”
Becca had divested herself of everything but her bra and panties. She was already reclining in the middle of the bed. Mark gave her a smirk.
“She does seem pretty ready. You don’t think they had a stripper at the girl’s night, do you?”
A stripper? If only.
Becca laughed. “We talked about it, but there are no strippers to be had in Plenty. Poor us.”
Travis walked over to the iPod dock. “That’s where you’re wrong, sweetheart. You just have to know where to look.”
Dance music filled the bedroom, and Becca sucked in a breath as she realized what they had in mind.
Holy hot damn.
Travis and Mark started dancing to the music. Travis was such a liar. Mark had perfect rhythm, moving sensuously to the music. They started plucking open the buttons on their shirts, each one revealing more and more of their muscled chests. She bit her lower lip as their shirts were peeled off their yummy bodies and thrown to the side. Travis started a bump and grind, and she had to bite down on her knuckle to keep from crying out in excitement. Mark pulled him close, and she bit her hand harder as their bodies pressed close together as their mouths met. They brushed against each other to the music, their erections tenting their jeans when they pulled apart. It was all she could do not to hop off the bed and fall to their feet in worship. They were the sexiest men she had ever seen. And they were all hers.
Becca’s panties were soaked with her honey and her nipples were tight with arousal as she watched them flick open the top buttons of their jeans and then start playing with the zippers. It seemed to take forever as they pulled them down one tooth at a time, pulled them up partway, then lowered them a little more. She had crawled to the end of the bed to get a closer look, and she reached out with greedy fingers to grab a handful of their jeans to pull them down. Mark quickly danced away with a grin, leaving her frustrated but even more turned on.
They both tugged their pants down at the same time, tossing them to the side, taking their socks with them. They were now only in boxer shorts, and she licked her lips in anticipation of their impressive cocks running over her tongue and filling her mouth. Mark pushed his boxer shorts off first, his dick already hard and throbbing. He danced to Travis and hooked his fingers in Travis’s shorts, tugging them down inch by inch. Travis’s cock sprung free, and Mark leaned down
and gave it a playful lick. Becca’s pussy clenched, wanting to be filled with their cocks. They were so beautiful. She needed them so much.
Mark finally slid Travis’s shorts down his legs and tossed them right at Becca. She caught them with a giggle and gave them a triumphant twirl in the air. She fell back on the bed and applauded. It was the best show ever.
“Magic Mike’s got nothing on you two. That was awesome. How can I show my appreciation?”
They stood in front of her, their cocks hard and ready. She reached out and stroked them base to tip, feeling the velvety texture and the steely hardness underneath. Her men groaned, and Mark tangled his fingers in her hair, tugging her head down. She knew what he wanted. She fell to her knees and began using her mouth and tongue to drive him wild.
“Aw fuck, baby. Your mouth is lethal. It feels so fucking good.”
He pulled back with a groan, and his cock pulled out with a pop.
“I don’t want to come yet. We want to come inside you. My turn in your ass tonight.”
Becca felt almost dizzy at the prospect of her men loving her at the same time. It was an amazing feeling. One she hoped was repeated over and over for the rest of her life. She caressed their cocks.
“So, let’s get this show on the road. I’m a desperate, horny woman who watched two of the sexiest men on the planet do a striptease. Have some mercy here. My panties are drenched.”
Travis trailed his finger down the middle of her cleavage, sending a shiver of delight through her. He gave her a wicked smile, and before she knew what had happened, he had flicked open the closure on her bra.
“Take it off, baby.”
Becca quickly shrugged out of her bra. “Isn’t that my line? I should have had dollar bills for you guys tonight.”
Travis’s throaty chuckle sent her arousal higher. He pushed her back on the bed, and he and Mark pulled her panties down her legs and tossed them over his shoulder.
“We only take twenty-dollar bills.”
“You’re going to have to do more than strip for a twenty.”
Mark’s eyebrow quirked playfully. “What did you have in mind? Maybe this?”
Mark stretched out on one side of her and licked her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Becca drew a sharp breath as more honey trickled out of her cunt. Travis lay down on her other side and began torturing her other nipple with his lips and tongue. Her nipples were directly connected to her clit, and their ministrations made her pussy and clit throb painfully. She needed a cock in her pussy. Now.
She pushed at their heads. “I need you to fuck me.”
Mark started kissing a wet trail down her belly. “I’m not going to be rushed. I want to eat some of this pretty pussy. You’re going to be begging us for cock before I’m done.”
She knew how talented his mouth was. She knew she would be begging before long. Damn, if that wasn’t what she wanted. She loved it just as much as they did when she was begging.
“But I am begging.”
Travis shook his head. “Not yet. Not enough.”
Mark pushed her thighs apart and nibbled his way up her inner thigh before pressing a finger deep into her wet pussy. She moaned as he pressed another inside her and began to finger fuck her, sending waves of pleasure through her abdomen. He bent his head and began to trace the folds of her cunt with his tongue, teasing her with light flicks on her clit. While Mark pleasured her pussy, Travis lavished attention on her breasts. His fingers and tongue played with the taut peaks, sending shots of pleasure straight to her clit and making her writhe on the bed so that Mark had to anchor her legs down.
“Please, please, please, let me come.”
Becca was panting with arousal and need. Her men could give her more pleasure than she had ever dreamed of. Mark closed his mouth over her clit and let his teeth gently scrape the sides. She screamed their names as she fell over the edge, her orgasm shaking her with its intensity. They pleasured her until she couldn’t take any more, begging for mercy. Her thighs were covered with her cream and her cunt was sensitive and swollen. Mark’s tongue was light as a feather on her clit, giving it soft kisses until she groaned and pushed his head away.
He gave her a grin. “I don’t hear much begging. If you want to be packed full of cock, you better get to it.”
Becca had just spent the last five minutes begging for mercy from their hands and tongues. She gave them a disinterested shrug.
“I’m tired. Why don’t we just climb into bed and get some sleep?”
Mark looked shocked, but Travis saw right through her.
“If you’re tired, go ahead. Mark and I are going to stay up and have sex. You don’t care, right?”
* * * *
Travis had to hide his laughter. Becca’s horrified expression was too cute. She was backed into a corner and was now chewing her lip, trying to find a way out. Travis reached for Mark and fused their lips, their tongues rubbing against each other. Their swollen cocks were trapped between their bodies, the pre-cum smeared on their abdomens. Mark pulled away and pushed him down to lick and nip at his flat male nipples. Travis’s cock seemed to swell even larger, and he ran his fingers through Mark’s golden-blond hair, loving the silky feeling. He turned, and Becca was watching them with lust-filled eyes. What had started out as a joke was turning their pretty girl on. Her skin was flushed a pretty pink and her chest rose and fell with her shallow breaths.
“God, I love watching you two love each other.”
Travis levered himself up and pulled her close for a kiss.
“We’re glad. But the plan was for us to all be together tonight. Mark and I were just joking about you going to sleep. You were joking, weren’t you?”
Becca giggled and trailed her fingers delicately down his torso to encircle his cock. He sucked in a breath as her hand rubbed him up and down but not quite as hard as he needed it. She was such a tease.
“I was joking. But Mark wanted me to beg more, so I wanted him to beg, too.”
Mark laughed, his blue eyes sparkling. “You want me to beg, sweetheart? I’ll beg. Can I fuck your ass, pretty please, with sugar on top?”
Becca gave an exaggerated sigh.
“Oh, I guess so.”
Travis stretched out on the bed and beckoned to the woman he loved. “Then come here, pretty girl. Grab a condom from the nightstand and let’s get this party started.”
Becca grabbed the condom and made a show of suiting him up. She kissed his stomach and caressed his balls while she slowly rolled the condom down his already-straining cock.
“Fuck, woman. What are you doing to me?”
Becca licked up his stomach before giving him a gentle bite on his shoulder. Mark laughed and smacked her bottom, making her yelp.
“She’s a biter, babe. She’s bit my ass and chest and now your shoulder. If we don’t watch her, she’ll be biting our cocks.”
Travis’s cock jumped at the image. Anything Becca did to him would feel good. She finally took mercy on him and began lowering herself onto his dick. He groaned as her tight pussy swallowed his cock. It felt like the very best heaven and the most tortuous hell.
“There’s nothing like sinking into your hot pussy, babe. Nothing.”
* * * *
Nothing felt as good as her men’s cocks inside her, either. Travis’s steel-hard dick filled every nook and cranny of her pussy and was already moving her toward orgasm. She took a deep breath as she took the last inches of his cock. Her hands were anchored to his muscular chest, and she looked down into his soft brown eyes, almost golden with passion and love. Yes, definitely love. She was loved by these two wonderful men. She started to move, but Mark’s hand stayed her.
“Not yet. Lie down on Trav’s chest and relax for me. We’re all going to do this together.”
Becca settled herself on Travis’s chest. She could feel his heartbeat strong underneath her. She moaned in delight as his fingers began to play with her nipples. She squirmed on top of him, earning herself another s
mack on the bottom from Mark.
“Stay still. I don’t want to have to spank you.”
Becca’s cunt clenched. She loved her punishments.
“Fuck, Mark. Her pussy just about strangled my cock when you threatened to spank her. She wants it bad, babe.”
Mark’s warm hand rubbed her ass cheek. “You want it, baby? I’m the man to give it to you.”
She barely had time to prepare herself before Mark’s hand came down on her ass hard. The heat bloomed from her ass to her pussy and clit. She moaned and writhed on top of Travis’s cock as Mark kept up the rhythm of two smacks on one ass cheek, then he moved to the other, then moved back. She ground herself against Travis, and his hands tightened on her shoulders. Mark smacked her low on the ass, getting part of her pussy, and it was all she needed. She screamed her climax as he continued to rain blows on her ass. Her whole body tightened, and the waves of pleasure seemed connected to the timing of the spanking. Mark’s hand became softer and softer as she came down from her high, finally just rubbing her sore, hot cheeks. She gasped to catch her breath, amazed that Travis was still hard inside her. She pushed herself up on his chest.
“You didn’t come, too?”
Travis shook his head. The strain on his face was clear. “I gritted my teeth and thought about the bar exam.”
Becca collapsed back on his chest. “Holy hell. That was amazing.”
She felt the cold dribble of lube in her ass crack and then Mark’s fingers at her back hole.
“It’s about to get more amazing, pretty girl. Just relax for me.”
She consciously tried to relax as one, then two fingers worked her ass, stretching her for his cock. When he added a third, she felt the stretch and the burn, which rapidly turned to pleasure. Mark was right. This was amazing.
She panted with pleasure. “Oh! Mark, I need…I need…”
Mark ran a reassuring hand up and down her back. “I know what you need. You need a cock, don’t you, sweetheart?”
“Yes, please. Please!”
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