by Vanessa Vale
Once I got into town, he’d texted his location and this was where I found him. Grocery shopping.
“Do you know the difference between crushed tomatoes and tomato sauce?” he asked.
“Crushed is better for a marinara. Sauce is better for recipes like beef stew.”
He turned his head and studied me. At this time of day, the store was fairly empty, but the canned music that hadn’t changed since I was a kid and had to shop with my mother never went away.
“When did you become Italian?”
I shrugged. “College fling whose mother was right off the boat. Best lasagna I ever had. With crushed tomatoes in the sauce.”
He picked one of the cans, tossed it in his cart, grabbed two more just like it from the shelf, then started walking further down the aisle.
“Kaitlyn’s making lasagna. Dinner’s at seven. You three are invited.”
We didn’t look all that alike. He was two years older, had the competitive demeanor perfect for his years on the pro rodeo circuit. Where he was calm, I was considered the wild one. He was dark where I was fair. Ever since he and Jed had hooked up with Kaitlyn Leary, he always had a smile on his face. Yeah, he got some every night.
“What’s going on?” I asked, impatient to get things moving. I had a woman to see.
Ava had left my bed early this morning—while I had wanted to keep her between us for two, maybe three days, it wouldn’t have worked. Colton and I had a ranch to run. Cattle didn’t give a shit for our love life and the Seed and Feed opened at eight. Those who thought Ava wasn’t a good choice to run an ag store needed to see her lasso the shit out of a steer. Colton and I may have been the only ones in town to see her without makeup or her hair done—when she woke up between us her hair was a wild, blonde tangle—those who judged her by her looks needed to get a fucking life.
I’d maybe judged her a little, assumed she’d never worked a rope before. That didn’t mean I hadn’t thought she’d be able to do so, just that she hadn’t before. There weren’t all that many out there who could swing a rope like she did. We’d never mentioned competitions, but I was pretty confident she could clean up.
While Duke had a hundred pounds on her, she could probably hold her own with his skill. Oh, he’d be able to drop the steer to the ground without being crushed, but she’d have the animal on her rope. Every fucking time.
If she wanted to run the Seed and Feed and that made her happy, then I was happy. Same went for Colton. We wanted our woman to have a life, something that made her want to get up in the morning. To feel… accomplished. And, at night, she’d come home to us. Every fucking night.
The only thing we’d change about her was her address. The little house she lived in beside the store was fine and all, but it was too far away. Hell, anything out of arm’s reach was too far away when it came to sleeping. She’d spend her nights in my arms. Or Colton’s. Period.
“Where the fuck did you go just now?” Duke asked, staring at me.
Shit. I’d spaced out, realized I was staring at shelf full of dry noodles.
“Ava.” I couldn’t help but grin, remembering all we’d done, how she’d walked—perhaps even a little bow-legged—to her truck this morning.
The corner of his mouth tipped up. “That’s why I wanted to see you.”
“We couldn’t have talked about her on the phone?”
A woman with a toddler sitting in the cart walked by. She smiled and we tipped our hats. Waited for her to go around the end cap.
“If we talked on the phone, we’d have sounded like teenage girls,” he said. “Kaitlyn said Ava finally got up the nerve to take you two on.”
I ran my hand over my face. “Jesus, you do sound like a teenage girl. Kaitlyn said? What is this, gossip hour?”
“I just wanted to see you in person.” He grabbed two packages of lasagna noodles, dropped them in his cart and moved on.
“What the hell does that mean?” I asked, following along behind him.
He eyed me. “It means I only have to look at you to know Kaitlyn was right. You look like a man who totally got laid.”
I stepped up to him, got in his face. “You might be bigger, but I can still lay you out.”
He grinned fully then. “Yeah, not a good idea. Word of the Duke boys wrestling in the grocery store will get back to Mom. Again.”
“The last time it happened I was twelve.”
“Exactly. It would probably be worse now. She might give us chores as punishment and they still wouldn’t be fun, but I wouldn’t mind being grounded. Not with Kaitlyn there.”
Yeah, I could totally relate. We hadn’t even started on the ways I wanted to fuck Ava.
My cell beeped and I pulled it from my back pocket. Swiped the screen, saw a text from Ava.
Yeah, I was a total teenage girl since my heart gave a little jump at the sight of her name. She sent me a photo. It took me a second to get an idea of what I was looking at. Pale skin, pink lace. Something else that was very pink. “Holy fuck,” I murmured, going instantly hard.
“What?” Duke asked, suddenly serious. “Something wrong?”
No fucking way was I letting my brother see the photo Ava had taken. Her ass was upturned and I could see the tips of her fingers as they held her thong to the side so she could share her pussy, all swollen and wet. Fuck, was that our cum still slipping from her? We’d filled her up with enough of it. Not once, not twice, but fuck… I’d lost track. Each of us had turned to her in the night, taking her over and over. And again before she left this morning.
I stepped back, shoved the phone back in my jeans pocket. “Nope, all good,” I practically growled.
Yeah, I doubted he missed the way my dick got hard, and it wasn’t from the variety of noodles in front of us.
“Welcome to the club,” Duke said.
I arched a brow. “Club?”
He slapped me on the shoulder, started walking away. “The pussy-whipped Duke boys. Remember, dinner’s at seven.”
Speaking of pussies… I had one to go track down. And spank.
6
TUCKER
* * *
“Yes, Mr. Simms, this brand of bird feed does have black sunflower seeds.”
I heard her voice as I entered. She looked up from her spot behind the counter at the sound of the bell over the door. She flushed and cleared her throat and flipped over the bag that was between them on the counter. Good, she was flustered. Well so the fuck was I.
There was no sign that she’d been a good girl and taken two dicks all night long. Her hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, only showing off her pretty face. I couldn’t miss the red lipstick from the across the room, which made me think of how those lips looked stretched as she’d tried to get the head of my dick past. The bright color matched the top she was wearing beneath a jean jacket. I couldn’t see her lower half behind the counter, but because of the porn pic she’d sent, I knew she had on a skirt and beneath, a pink thong. Not for long.
“It’s pretty small and hard to read,” she continued. “The ingredients say twelve percent black sunflower seeds.”
I went over to the coffee station, started a cup. I wasn’t all that thirsty, but I needed something to do with my hands so I didn’t go around the counter, pull up her skirt and spank her ass for sending me something so revealing. It was one thing to see it in person, another to have it in some kind of technology cloud where it could be used against her. Although, it wasn’t as if anyone knew it was Ava’s pussy specifically, but I couldn’t miss seeing the little mole I was very familiar with on her left butt cheek.
“Try this small bag and if the birds don’t like it, bring it back and I’ll trade it out. On me.”
I knew Mr. Simms. He was on the City Council with my mother, used to work for the railroad, but had retired at least a decade ago. He’d once brought us train whistles for Christmas. While we’d loved them, carried them around and made train noises for weeks, I had a feeling my mother hadn’t enjoyed them quite as much as t
he four of us.
Ava finished the transaction and Mr. Simms walked by. I offered my hellos and to carry the bag of seed to his car for him, but he declined. The bag was small, perhaps ten pounds, so I didn’t insist.
She made small talk as she rang up another transaction for the man who’d patiently waited for Mr. Simms to wrap up his birdseed debate. He paid cash, so it was quick. He gave me a nod of greeting on the way by, but I didn’t give him much mind. My attention was squarely on Ava.
When the bell above the entrance jingled, I knew we were alone. Thankfully, and finally. I didn’t think my dick could wait for Ava to tend to any more customers. She remained behind the counter and the way she was biting her lower lip, she showed me a side of herself I’d rarely seen. She was unsure, probably wondering if she’d done the right thing by sending me the photo.
Oh hell yes, she’d done the right thing. She trusted me enough to do something so naughty. I hadn’t even thought to check if it had been sent to Colton as well, but I’d guess yes.
“Tiger,” I said as I approached. I didn’t stop on the customer side of the counter, but went around so I stood right next to her, cupped the back of her neck and kissed her.
Yeah, that was what I’d been craving. Her mouth on mine, her taste on my tongue. Just… her.
That was my brain—and my heart—talking. My dick, well, he was in charge now.
When I finally lifted my head, her lipstick was a little smudged and her cheeks were all rosy. Yeah, that was a start.
“You’re not mad?” she asked.
“What, that you were a naughty girl and sent me a filthy photo?” I took in every inch of her. Her red top wasn’t a top as I’d thought, but a dress that stopped just above the knee. Instead of heels today, she wore a pair of black cowboy boots. “Hell, no.”
And that was the truth. She trusted us enough to even consider taking and sending a photo like that. She might not have realized that when she’d done so, but it was obvious to me. I doubted she sent pics to just anyone. The fact that she had an inner slut who wanted me and Colton to know how dirty she really liked to be… well, that was hot as fuck. If that was what she liked, to tell her men without words that she needed our dicks—and that photo screamed how horny she was—then I was going to give it to her. Every. Kinky. Thing.
I caught the bottom of her dress and lifted it to her waist so her ass was exposed. There was that pink thong I’d seen on my phone display. My hand came down on her right cheek in a stinging swat.
She gasped, went up on her tiptoes and gave me a narrowed eye stare. “What was that for?”
“That’s for sending it to me while I was in the grocery store.”
“That’s not my fault!”
With my free hand, I tipped up her chin. She might protest, but I had no doubt she just got wetter. “Were you the one who lifted up her flirty-as-fuck dress, tugged her tiny scrap of panties to the side and took a photo of her well-fucked pussy?”
She blushed, her eyes lowering. Ah, she might be ballsy as can be, but she was also submissive. At least to me and Colton. I had no intention of telling her about that, for my little tiger would deny it and try to claw my eyes out.
“Yes.”
I spanked her again, a second pink handprint instantly forming on her pale skin.
“What was that one for?”
I dropped to my knees but held her dress up still. I was directly behind her and she was facing the counter, out into the store. “For wearing panties.”
My fingers hooked in the tiny strip of elastic that was at her waist and tugged the pink confection down her legs, careful to work it over her boots.
I could see the darker spot on the gusset, could feel how wet they were.
My dick pressed uncomfortably against my jeans—there’d be a zipper mark in it for sure.
I tucked that scrap of lace into my shirt pocket.
Ava glanced over her shoulder at me.
“I want nothing in my way if I want to lift up this dress, bend you over and fuck you.”
“You wouldn’t,” she replied. She glanced to the entrance, then back.
We were behind the counter, which was high enough to block me—or what I was doing—completely from anyone coming in. I hadn’t heard the bell, so we were still alone. That didn’t mean someone wouldn’t walk through the door at any time.
I grinned wickedly.
“I would.” Fuck, yes, I would. But only if Ava were into the possibility of being caught. If that didn’t make her hot, then no fucking way would I share my girl with anyone but Colton.
It was time to see how far I could push her in this, how wet I could make her.
There was no question she was still full of our cum. We’d given her too much overnight for it to not slip from her and remind her all day who owned that tight, hot perfect hole.
I gave her another playful swat. Hard enough to leave a little sting, but gentle enough to know I was only playing.
“Now keep an eye on that entrance while I play.”
She stiffened. “Play?”
I pulled out the plug I’d gotten after I’d left Duke at the grocery store. While Raines wasn’t a metropolis, it did have a small adult store. I held it up for her to see. “Your photo was missing something. You like a little bling, don’t you?”
I held up the shiny metal plug with the jeweled base. The hot pink gem sparkled in the sunlight that came through the windows.
She stared at the plug with a mixture of excitement and apprehension.
“Be a good girl and put your foot up here.” I patted the wood shelf beneath the counter that held extra cash register tape, pens and markers and other office supplies. When she did as instructed, I caressed her ass, feeling the heat of my handprints. “Good girl. Step wider, yes, a little wider. Perfect. Now you’re nice and open.”
I couldn’t miss a thing this way, every pink inch of her. She was completely exposed. Nothing hidden.
“Give me your phone, tiger.” Leaning forward, she grabbed it off the counter and handed it to me. “Hold up your dress.”
I took a photo of her just like this. Open. Bare. Her lower lips were parted, her clit hard and poking out as if begging to be touched. Both her holes were exposed and empty.
“Beautiful,” I murmured.
“Tucker,” she breathed, glancing down at me. Her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, but she wasn’t stopping. If she didn’t want this, I’d kiss her, keep her panties and wait for the shop to close. Then I’d fuck her in her back room, quick and dirty. Maybe I’d still do that, but I wanted to fulfill every one of her fantasies which seemed to run to exhibitionism, or at least the thrill of possibly being caught.
I set the phone on the floor.
The plug needed to be nice and wet to fit in her virgin asshole. I didn’t have lube, but I didn’t need it, not this time. Oh, when it was time for my dick to take her ass cherry, I’d get tons of lube all up and in her first, coat my dick so it was glistening. I wouldn’t hurt her. Ever.
She was wet, so wet a mixture of her arousal and Colton’s and my cum coated every inch of her. Gripping the jeweled base, I ran the plug through her wetness, pushed the bulb end into her pussy, then out, fucking her with it. When her hips started to rock, I stopped. She whimpered.
“You don’t want that little plug in your pussy. You want my dick, don’t you, tiger? My monster cock. Colton’s.”
“Yes,” she breathed. “But, Tucker, someone could come in.”
“You’re right. But don’t worry, they won’t see me back here playing with what’s mine.” As I put the slicked-up plug to her back entrance and began to work it in, I kept talking to her. Making her hotter and wetter, making her forget about being filled there for the first time. Thank fuck for the bell on the entry door. I’d know immediately if we had company. “They won’t know you’re not wearing any panties, that you’re filthy with your men’s cum, that you’ve got a bright pink gem making your virgin ass all pretty.”
<
br /> “Tucker,” she moaned. Yeah, she was totally getting off on this. She might be a little tiger who liked to make it clear she liked to be in charge, but now? Hell no. My sweet Ava was the perfect picture of submissiveness.
“Shh.”
When it was seated, I looked at the plug. Not too big, just right to break her open. To get her used to being filled, because once she was prepared, we’d take her there. One of us in her pussy, the other in her ass. Double fucking her.
“Now, let’s get another photo with your new jewelry to send to Colton.”
I stood, stepped back so the camera took in the full effect of her so lewdly—and perfectly—displaying herself in her store.
She reached back, felt the beveled jewel, then squirmed.
“Like that?” I asked. Her body was relaxed, her eyes hazy with need, her fingers more curious than interested in pulling it out. She liked it. She didn’t have to respond, but she nodded her head.
I dropped to my knees behind her again for what I wanted to do to her. I slid my finger through her parted slit, collected all her juices. “Yeah, you do.”
I took another picture, this time up close with the added decoration, then I worked a finger easily into her tight pussy and got another photo.
With my finger still deep inside her wet heat, I handed her the phone. “Send those to Colton, tiger.”
As I finger fucked her, feeling the hard plug as I did so, she did as told. “Tucker, please, I need to come.”
“I know you do.” I slid out of her and she thrust her hips back, wanting more. “Stick that ass out and I’ll take care of you.”
Lowering to her forearms on the counter, it pushed her ass toward me, the gem winking. “Watch that door and let me know if anyone comes in.”
I hooked my hand around her thigh, leaned in and ate her out. Licked up all her juices, tasted how sweet she was mixed with the tang of our cum. Even more cum seeped from my dick, eager to add to the load we’d put in her. But this was about Ava. My dick could wait.
It didn’t take long, not after I flicked her clit with my tongue, slipped two fingers into her pussy and found her g-spot. She was practically humping my face at that point, but what pushed her over was when I tugged and pressed on the new plug. There was no scream, not like she had the night before when we’d made her come. This was a low moan, as if she were biting her lip and stifling the sound. I couldn’t see her face, I was too busy coating mine in her sticky cum. It was all over my mouth and chin.