She nearly jumped out of her skin. She pulled her hand quickly away from Kyle and wondered why she felt guilty. She hadn’t been doing anything wrong. Jack looked like she had, though. At least Sam looked happy to see her.
Kyle’s eyes widened. “Does she?”
Sam slapped Kyle on the back. He managed to make the gesture friendly. “She does, indeed.” Sam looked at the young boys. “How’s the team going?”
The boys smiled and chattered about their baseball games. Kyle looked a bit rueful as his gaze switched between the men. “The team really appreciated the new uniforms and the lighting system is incredible. It’s really helped those kids. They love baseball. Now they can play night games since we have the lights. As their coach, I have to say thank you. You’ve made a huge difference in those kids’ lives.”
“Glad to help, Kyle.” Jack’s eyes were still dark.
Sam chatted with the kids, and Kyle leaned forward, directing his attention to Jack. “Is that the way it is, then?”
“It is,” Jack replied firmly.
“What is?” Abby didn’t understand the masculine byplay. She had the notion that this cryptic conversation was all about her, but neither man was actually looking at her.
Kyle’s head fell back and he laughed. “Well, hell, I always did say it would take two men to tame Abigail Elizabeth Moore.”
“Kyle Morgan!” Abby looked around the café. Sure enough, people were staring.
“Remember that,” Jack said blandly as he took Abby’s hand. “I need to talk to Abby about a little thing called grand theft auto. Sherry, take her tables for a bit, will you?”
She found herself being hustled back toward Christa’s small office as Sherry, the other waitress, leapt into action. Did everyone jump to do Jack Barnes’s bidding when he opened his mouth? Abby was willing to admit he was a strong man, but he needed to understand she wasn’t a doormat.
“Don’t you push me around.” Abby found herself being herded through the door.
She turned to face Jack and forced herself to stand her ground as he looked at her. He really could be intimidating when he wanted. Abby stepped up and went toe-to-toe with him. Unfortunately, it meant she had to crane her neck to look up at him.
She reached up and poked him straight in the chest. “You don’t scare me, Jack Barnes.”
“I can tell,” he said with a sexy smile. His mouth turned down as he got serious. “Maybe you better get a little scared, though, darlin’. Let’s go over all the ways you have insulted me today.”
“I wasn’t insulting you,” she protested.
“You left this morning without so much as a kiss good-bye. Do you how much that hurts a man? Sam didn’t even get in his cuddling time. He gets cranky without it. Were you using us for sex, Abigail?”
“That’s ridiculous.” Her hands unconsciously went to his chest and started rubbing soothingly. Now that he was close and they were alone, she was thinking about all sorts of things she’d rather do than fight with him. All the reasons she had given herself earlier seemed far away now that Jack was standing right in front of her. He was here and solid and she wanted to feel good for a few minutes. No one in her life made her feel the way Jack and Sam did. “Of course I didn’t do that.”
Jack’s face could have been carved from granite. “How am I supposed to know that? I worshipped you last night. I told you how I felt. You said nothing, and then this morning you left, stealing my truck in the process.”
“I didn’t mean to make you worry.” Jack was really upset. They had been serious about having her in their lives. Her heart seized at the thought of having them with her all the time.
“Then I walk in to try to talk to you, try to figure out what we did wrong last night…”
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” she said quickly. “You and Sam were perfect.”
“Then why were you making a date with Kyle Morgan?”
“I wasn’t making a date with Kyle Morgan.” How could he even think such a thing? Getting busy with Kyle Morgan was the furthest thing from her mind. “He wanted to catch up. We went to high school together.”
“Don’t be naïve, Abby.” Jack pulled up a chair and sat down. “He was asking you out. He wants a mama for his kids and a sweet body in his bed. He must have thought he hit the jackpot when you sashayed back into town.”
Kyle coached high school football. There was no way he could be seriously contemplating a relationship with her. Walter Echols was on the school board. He might be running for a higher office, but Adam’s younger brother would never be so absorbed with his campaign that he couldn’t crush one man’s career.
“I wasn’t going to date Kyle Morgan.”
Jack pulled her into his lap, and she steadied herself on his broad shoulders. She was already responding to him. How could she want him again so soon after last night?
“Why wouldn’t you go out with him?” Jack asked quietly, his hand tipping her face up to look at him.
“Because I don’t want anyone but you and Sam. I haven’t since I walked back into town.”
Jack’s lips curled up a bit. He leaned over and brushed his mouth lightly against hers, leaving her wanting more. His hand played on her knees and threatened to go straight up her skirt.
“Jack, we can’t,” she whispered. “People might be able to hear.”
“Then you’ll have to be quiet, won’t you, darlin’? I know that will be hard for you. You make a lot of noise, and I love it.” Jack had a devilish look on his face. “We still need to figure out how you can make up for stealing my truck.”
She had a wicked idea. Jack and Sam made her forget her inhibitions. The truth was no one would come back here. And very few people were in the café to have even seen her walk off with Jack. And hell, half the town still called her a whore under their breaths. Why shouldn’t she at least earn their scorn?
But that wasn’t what this was about. For a while, she could go wild again. Just for a few more weeks—if she was careful—she could feel young and free again.
She slid off his lap and got to her knees in front of him. Jack’s cock immediately responded. She touched the denim of his jeans and felt the long, thick line of his erection. Jack sighed while she gently lowered the zipper. The previous night, the boys had been intent on pleasuring her. Jack had been right to say they worshipped her. They made her feel like a goddess, but she hadn’t been required to do more than lay back and enjoy it.
She’d missed actively participating. They hadn’t asked her to suck them off, and that had been a mistake. Jack shifted in the chair, pushing his jeans and briefs down. Nope. She hadn’t had enough time to appreciate the cock in front of her. Reaching out, she let her fingertips skim the soft skin covering that rock-hard erection.
“Lick the head,” he said, his voice low.
She let her tongue reach out to delicately lick the broad purple crown of Jack’s cock. He moaned, letting her know how much he liked it. She treated it like a delicious ice cream cone she wanted to savor, curling her tongue around the ridge and sucking the head lightly into her mouth. The tip of her tongue delved gently into the slit, licking the salty confection already forming there. She loved this, genuinely loved sucking cock, pleasuring her partner.
“That’s right, darlin’. Damn, your mouth feels good.” His hands found her hair, and before she knew it, her ponytail was gone and Jack’s fingers were tangled in her long hair. “Take me deeper now.”
Abby obliged, loving the feel of his hardness against her tongue. He was all steel and silky skin, and she loved the way his cock jumped when she lightly licked it, as if it was seeking her out. She relaxed her jaw and let him sink deeper into the warm wetness of her mouth.
“God, that feels incredible. Suck harder.”
He tightened his grip on her hair and slowly fed her his length. She didn’t panic as he filled her, simply breathed through her nose and let her tongue swirl around as much as it could with what little room was left.
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bsp; “Take it all, darlin’. Swallow me down.”
Jack thrust his cock deeper.
“Baby,” Jack warned, “baby, you’re gonna make me come.”
She pushed farther until she could feel the head of his cock touch the back of her throat. Reaching up and caressing his tight sac, she pointedly swallowed around him. Jack groaned and held her head on him as he spurted his semen into her mouth. Her throat worked furiously to suck it all down. It was salty sweet, and she licked it off his dick as he softened inside her.
Jack’s hands were gentle in her hair. She looked up at him, and his eyes were so tender. Had any woman ever seen him looking so vulnerable before? Oh, she was in so deep with the both of them. With Jack and Sam. It both terrified and thrilled her. She had thought this feeling long past her. She’d loved her husband. They had been friends first, and then lovers and partners in raising her daughter. If she was honest with herself, she’d married Benjamin as much for Lexi’s sake as her own.
What she felt for Jack and Sam had nothing to do with anyone but the three of them.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” Jack’s voice was deep with sexual satisfaction. He tucked himself back into his briefs and redid the fly of his jeans.
Smiling brightly, she came off her knees and settled herself back on Jack’s lap. She held her face up, ready for his kiss. “You’re welcome. I hope that makes up for me leaving this morning. I should have stayed and cuddled.”
Now that she thought about it, she was upset she’d missed cuddling time. If she kept it quiet, maybe she could manage an affair with the two of them. She had to keep them off the Echols’s family radar.
Lightly brushing his lips across hers, Jack’s hands went firmly to her waist. “I am properly placated for your very rude exit from our bed this morning.”
Quicker than she could think, Abby found herself flipped over and turned across Jack’s knee.
“What the hell?” How had he moved so quickly? She wasn’t exactly a lightweight, but he’d picked her up and maneuvered her like she weighed nothing at all.
“But there is still the matter of one stolen and damaged truck,” Jack announced in that voice Abby was beginning to realize meant business. One big hand caressed her bottom as the other held her down.
“Now, Jack.” Abby tried hard not to laugh because that might upset him further. She had no honest fear of him at all. He would never hurt her, and frankly, she was curious. The last few years had been one long, dry spell, and she’d filled in the dreary space with an astonishing amount of erotica. Jack might think she was intimidated, but in truth, she was already getting hot. Sucking him off had made her wet and ready. His hand getting ready to spank her did nothing to change that fact.
Submissive. That was the word for how she was feeling. Submissive and hot and ready. “I’m sorry about the truck. I have depth perception issues.”
He flipped the pink skirt of her uniform up to her waist, uncovering the bikini panties she wore.
“These won’t do.” With a strong jerk, he pulled the panties off her hips and they tangled around her knees, leaving the twin globes of her ass exposed. She couldn’t help but wiggle as his hand cupped her mound. His deep chuckle warmed her. “Now, what do we have here? You’re already wet, Abigail. I guess I don’t have to worry about scaring you off. I am more than willing to let you drive my truck whenever you like, darlin’.”
Jack teased her with his long fingers. A moan came from deep inside her. She wasn’t trying to get away. Not at all. She wanted to tempt him inside. “I’m even willing to deal with your depth perception issues. But you have to deal with the discipline I will hand out for every ding you put on that fine piece of machinery.”
His hand pulled away from her but only for a moment. Then it came down with a hard thwack to her ass.
She barely stopped herself from screaming. The spanking stung briefly, and then she felt the heat deep in her pussy. She moaned as he brought his hand down again. Maybe ten times. Maybe more.
She could feel him getting hard again.
“You like this? I like it, too. Your cheeks are a pretty pink. I love that color.”
“Do it again.” She thrust her butt up. She wondered what it would feel like if he spanked her pussy.
“Maybe later, sweetheart,” he said with a chuckle. He leaned over and kissed her ass, one kiss on each cheek. He reached down and pulled her panties off, then set her on her feet.
“What are you doing?” Her entire body flushed with sexual arousal.
He shoved her white panties into his jeans pocket. “I think I’ll take these with me. I like the idea of being able to push your skirt up and have my way with you.”
“I like it, too.” She was getting suspicious that her punishment wasn’t over. A sexy spanking was one thing, but leaving her unsatisfied was going to piss her off. “Let’s do it now.”
Jack patted his stomach. “Oh, darlin’, I can’t. I was denied my breakfast this morning. I had to spend the whole morning worried sick about you, so I don’t have the energy.”
“You asshole,” Abby spat as he made for the door. “I want my panties back.”
Jack pulled them out and waved them. “Spoils of war, baby, spoils of war.”
He shut the door behind him, and she thought briefly about walking out after him and announcing loudly to everyone in the café that Jack Barnes was a terrible tease.
Revenge. She would get some revenge on that man. Right after she’d taken care of herself. Bastard. She was so hot she couldn’t think straight, and he was probably sitting out there laughing about it.
“Abby, sweetheart?” Sam’s voice was soft as he opened the door and looked her over before closing it and locking it behind him. He stood there with his angelic face, and it was all she could do not to jump him. He looked delicious in a white western shirt and tight blue jeans. “What did that mean old Jack do to you?”
Abby felt herself pouting but couldn’t quite stop it. Sam’s hands reached out for her, and the look on his face was sweetly lascivious. Jack might deny her, but Sam sure as hell wasn’t going to.
“He yelled at me.” She heard the hitch in her breath. Emotion welled up inside her. It had been that kind of morning. She had been able to put her car out of her mind, but now it seemed to be crashing in on her. She needed some affection. She should never have left this morning. The world would be a better place if she’d stayed in the comfort of that big bed, safe in between them. “He yelled at me, and he spanked me, and he stole my panties.”
Sam looked like he was trying hard not to laugh. “Was that the worst thing he did?”
She shook her head.
“What was the worst thing?”
“He didn’t even fuck me,” she admitted on a low wail.
Sam pulled her into his arms. “I’m so sorry that mean old Jack did that. He can be downright ruthless sometimes. To be truthful, though, you did steal his truck.”
“And I tried to make up for it.” She nuzzled his chest and let her arms wind around him. “I gave him a blow job and everything.”
“Well, I’ll have to step up and take care of you. I can’t let Jack get away with something as bad as that.”
She went up on her toes and pressed her lips to his. “No, we can’t let him get away with it.” A thought made her pause. “Sam, we should stop. I don’t want to make Jack mad. I don’t want to come between the two of you.”
He grinned as he looked down at her. “Who do you think high-fived me on my way in here? He didn’t have any plans to leave you unsatisfied, baby.”
She sighed, and her hands went to his zipper. “I knew there was a reason I liked him.”
He leaned down and kissed her passionately, his tongue forcing its way in to play with hers. She hopped up on the desk, thankful Christa was such a neat freak. There was next to nothing on the top. She let her knees fall apart, and Sam immediately invaded. He shoved his pants down to his knees, and his fingers foraged between her legs. He slipped a finger
between the slick folds of her pussy, rubbing up and down and circling her swollen clitoris.
“Damn, baby,” Sam breathed against her mouth. “Jack did a number on you. You are soaking wet. Did you like your spanking?”
She bit her lip and pressed up against his teasing hand. She needed more. She needed his cock. “I did. Please, Sam.”
Sam’s blue eyes were dark as he looked at Abby. Abby watched as he quickly sheathed his big cock in a condom. “Please, what? What do you want me to do to you?”
She knew what she wanted, and she wasn’t afraid to ask for it. “Fuck me, Sam. Fuck me now, and fuck me hard.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Sam slammed into her pussy.
He felt so right inside her. She held herself wide for him. He pushed and pushed until he was tightly seated. He didn’t need to go easy. Jack had her wet and ready for some rough play.
She moaned and clutched Sam’s shoulders as he pounded into her. Her hands slid down his back to tighten on his perfect ass. It clenched and released under her hands, and she fought to pull him in deeper.
“It’s feels so good, Sam.” Her head fell back.
Sam’s hands found her still-sensitive ass, using her rear to hold her tight for his fucking. Her cheeks tingled, reminding her of everything Jack had done to her, and the image made her even hotter. He was sitting out there in the dining room, and he knew exactly what they were doing.
Sam fucked into her pussy like a man on a mission. He pressed into her and rolled his hips so he could slam against her clit with each thrust. Abby pushed back against him, fighting for her orgasm with everything she had. Sam’s finger slipped between her cheeks, and he circled her tight anus.
“I can’t wait to take you here.” Sam groaned, and she felt his finger push inside her rear.
“Sam!” Abby cried out at the surprise sensation.
Sam played with her anus, gently pushing in and out, while she started to come. She panted as she tightened her legs around his waist.
Abby’s release was the best feeling in the world. Then it was Sam’s turn to moan. He picked up the pace and pounded into her. His finger came out of her ass as she fell back, completely sated, and Sam took his own pleasure. He rocked hard into her, throwing his head back as he stiffened over her when he came. He fell over on top of her. Joy. It was pure joy to have him so close. She kissed his cheek and the strong line of his jaw. When he looked up, he smiled at her.
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