by Vanessa Vale
Colton took her hand, pulled her into bed with him so she was sprawled on top. I sat on the side of the bed and watched, one hand stroking my dick to ease the impatience I had to be inside her, the other sliding over the long line of her spine, over the full swells of her ass, even teased her by slipping a finger between. But this was Colton’s time with her. I’d get mine.
While Colton was taking his time, Ava was having none of it. My play on the couch had her engines revved. As they kissed, Colton’s hands cupped her breasts and I couldn’t miss the way his fingers tugged and pulled on her nipples. She moaned and shifted so his cock was at her entrance. Then fuck, I watched as every inch of him disappeared into her.
Colton broke the kiss, pressed his head back into the pillow and closed his eyes. Oh yeah, I knew that sweet pleasure, the feel of Ava’s pussy as it greedily took a dick. Her hands went to his bare chest as she began to ride him. Up, down, circling her hips. She was lost to it; she’d forgotten I was even watching. Colton gripped her hips and took over, his eyes open now, watching. It was impossible not to stare at her, to see her like this, lost to her pleasure, the passion we’d brought about in her. Colton was giving it to her and she was taking. Greedily.
“I’m going to come!” she cried as she went down on her forearms and fucked him harder, faster. Shallow, quick thrusts as she ground her clit against him.
Fuck, I was going to come and I hadn’t even gotten in her. I grabbed the lube, flipped open the top and squirted some onto my cock, smeared it all over so it was liberally coated.
She cried out and my cock spurted pre-cum at the glorious sight of her as she came. Tucker groaned, stiffened, and I knew he was filling her right up.
Colton lifted her off of him and moved to the side so she was on her stomach. She shivered and I knew the pleasure hadn’t diminished yet. It was time. I moved to her side and Colton took hold of a thigh and spread her open. I pressed a slick finger to her ass, circled and spread the lube about. We’d been playing with plugs for just this moment, stretching her, preparing her for our dicks. She was tight, but she opened for my finger and I slid in to the first knuckle. I moved on top of her.
“Just like this, tiger.” I pressed my dick at her entrance, began to press in. “Nice and relaxed. Good, I’ll get in you just like this, then I’ll lift you up and fuck you. Good girl. Oh, fuck, see, I went right in.” It was hard to talk through gritted teeth, for she felt too fucking good to barely breathe. She was so tight here, impossibly so, and it wasn’t easy for her to take me. But she did.
The ring of muscle didn’t give too much of a fight and the head of my dick was in. Oh shit, I was going to come just like this. “Okay, tiger?”
She nodded, her hands tangled in the sheets. Her breathing was deep as she clenched and squeezed, slowly adjusted.
“Look at you, baby,” Colton said, his voice soft with praise. “Fuck, I’m getting hard again just seeing Tucker in your ass.”
She whimpered.
“Should we take a picture?” Colton asked, reaching to get his cell from his pants. “Add it to our collection?”
She turned her head, looked to him as he waited for her consent. I was focusing on not moving, on not drilling her into the bed.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I murmured, stroking a hand down her back as Colton moved to get a triple-x shot of us. Of my dick claiming that dark cherry. We never had our faces in the sexy pics we took. We’d never do anything with the images except look at them together, our own little pervy library, but to be safe, we ensured it was body parts only. The fact that this made our girl hot proved we were a perfect match.
I didn’t dare move in her yet, not until she was ready, but it was killing me. Sweat dripped from my forehead and my back teeth were being ground to dust. Hooking an arm about her waist, I pulled her up so her ass was elevated. Colton slipped a thick pillow beneath her hips, kept his hand there and I knew the second he found her clit. She tightened around me and moaned. It had been less than a minute since she stopped coming from Colton’s pussy fuck and she had to be so sensitive.
“Say it, Ava. Say I can fuck your ass.”
I waited a second, maybe two. “Please, Tucker,” she moaned. “Oh god, please fuck my ass. I need it.”
Now that I was in—this angle was better to work my way deeper—I did so slowly. Very slowly. I grabbed the lube, dribbled some where we were joined so we stayed slick. Moved in, then back out so the flared crown caught, then went deeper until I pressed against her upturned ass.
“Tucker,” she groaned, then wiggled her hips.
“Ready, tiger?”
“Yes!” she cried, pushing off with her hands so she pressed against me.
I saw Colton’s arm moving, knew he was working her clit as I took her ass. She’d come this way. We’d make sure of it.
Spilling a little more lube onto my length, I began to move even faster, going with what felt good, what made her cry out and beg for more. No, not good, fucking spectacular. We moved in tandem, rocking, pressing, thrusting until she was writhing, panting, sounds escaping her lips that were half groan, half moan.
“Now, baby. Come again,” I said, needing her with me when I filled her.
Her back arched like the tiger she was, her hair flying over her shoulders as she cried out to the ceiling. My dick was no competition for the way she squeezed and pulsed around it. My balls drew up and emptied, spurting all my cum deep into her.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned, coming so hard I couldn’t see.
Colton helped her move off me, tucked her beneath the covers and got her a wet washcloth as I recovered. She blew the top of my fucking head off.
Colton settled in on one side of her, I fell like a redwood onto my back, leaned in to kiss her forehead, then tossed my arm over my eyes. Holy shit.
“I’m going to want to see that photo,” she murmured, eyes closed and tucking into Colton’s side. “When I’m conscious.”
Ava was getting the post-sex closeness she craved from Colton. I needed a shower before I wrapped her in my arms, the price I had to pay for such a decadent fuck, so I sighed and headed to the bathroom.
“You have ten minutes, then we text your father for that fucking plane,” Colton said. “We can look at all the sexy photos when we’re flying together. Maybe even take a few of us joining the Mile High Club.”
10
AVA
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“We can just take this elevator back down and walk away,” Tucker said. I stood between them as I watched the floor numbers rise.
“He has no hold on you, baby. He might be annoying as fuck, but you don’t need to go in there and find out what’s got his panties in such a fucking twist.”
I laughed. “You two were the ones who wanted me to do this, to lance this pimple on my butt.”
Tucker turned to me, stroked his hand down my cheek. “Tiger, I’ve seen that butt and there isn’t a pimple on it. Shit, I’m getting hard thinking about your perfect ass.”
I rolled my eyes. “Is it that or the fact I’m not wearing any panties?”
Both of them looked me over, from my black patent heels to the tailored dress to the styled hair and perfect makeup. I looked like the Ava Carter, MBA, not the Ava Carter, Seed and Feed owner. But my outfit fortified me, was like my armor in doing battle with my dad. He wouldn’t find fault in my appearance, that was for fucking sure.
The night before, I’d texted my dad and a plane had landed at Raines’ small airport three hours later. The flight to Denver had taken less than two hours and we’d spent the night in a posh hotel downtown. I’d refused to go to the house, instead meeting my father at his office. My father’s domain was his office, not the big-ass mansion in the foothills, but whatever he wanted was business related. There was no fucking way he’d been texting and calling just to tell me he was sorry.
Colton growled. “I should’ve put that pretty green plug in your ass before we left the suite.”<
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I’d drawn the line at that. Going commando was one thing when confronting my father, a jeweled butt plug was something else entirely. Besides, I was still a little sore. “After yesterday, I think I need a bag of frozen peas instead of something else up there,” I grumbled.
“Poor baby,” Colton crooned, kissing the tip of my nose, probably so he didn’t mess up my lipstick. Well, he wouldn’t care if he messed up my lipstick, especially if it meant everyone knew I’d been kissed and kissed well, but it was thoughtful under the circumstances. “We’ll get you out of here and make it all better.”
The elevator dinged, indicating we’d made it to the top floor. I took a deep breath. “Let’s deal with my dad and you two can do anything you want.”
The doors opened and I moved to step out, but Tucker stopped me with a hand on my arm. “Promise, tiger?”
I saw the eagerness and heat there. Two little boys and their toy. Me. Thought of all the possibilities they could come up with. It would take forever to do them all. Forever. Sounded about right.
I laughed and tugged them both out of the elevator. “Promise.”
The playfulness of the moment was gone when I turned around and found Mrs. Rouser standing before us. She hadn’t changed a bit since I’d seen her last, although she hadn’t changed a bit since I was a little girl and I went to the office with my dad. She was in her sixties, with salt and pepper hair parted down the middle and pulled back in a severe bun. Her blouse buttoned all the way to her jowled neck, her straight skirt falling two inches below her knee. She wore stockings and serviceable pumps. I had nothing against her wardrobe, although it looked fairly uncomfortable, but it was her demeanor, as if she had perpetual heartburn. “Miss Carter.”
No greetings or well wishes. Nothing kind in offering. She spared Tucker and Colton a quick glance, but if she were bothered by their presence—or their full-on cowboy outfits of jeans, plaid snap shirts and hats which they held in their hands—she didn’t let on. The entire male revue from Cassidy’s last month could have come out of the elevator with us and she wouldn’t have blinked.
“Hello, Mrs. Rouser, that color of tan is quite fetching on you,” I commented.
“Your father is waiting,” she said, pretty much ignoring my compliment. “You know he doesn’t stand for tardiness.”
She didn’t wait for a reply, but turned and expected us to follow. It wasn’t necessary for her to show me the way to my father’s office, so I rolled my eyes at her back and said nothing. I had to pick my battles and it would have to be the one with my dad.
“That woman has something up her ass and it’s not a jeweled butt plug,” Tucker whispered in my ear as we followed behind.
I snorted out a laugh which had Mrs. Rouser turning her head and glaring. I bit my lip to stifle any sign of amusement, but it was difficult. I’d never liked the woman. In fact, my father’s dragon used to downright scare me. Until now.
Now she was an assistant who had to deal with my father all day. I actually pitied her a bit. And she did have a stick up her ass.
When we entered my father’s corner office, he stood and came around the desk, but stopped short when he saw I wasn’t alone.
He was a big man, barrel-chested and six feet tall. He had the tanned complexion of someone who’d spent the winter in Florida or had a tanning bed in his house. His hair was going gray, but it was neatly styled, as it should be for a hundred-dollar cut. His suit was crisp and gray, with a matching tie. He looked exactly the same as the last time I saw him, when he said he’d cut me off if I left town.
“Ava.”
“Father.”
Yeah, the Carters weren’t a touchy-feely bunch. I hadn’t realized how lonely and… lacking my family had been until I met the Dukes. God, they were warm, friendly. Inviting. Mrs. Duke had hugged me more since I’d met her than my mother in my entire life. The entire family was in each other’s business, and not like my father with mine. They bickered and bantered, teased and joked, but they were there for each other. Had their backs. Obviously, Tucker got his hands on me much more intimately than the others in the family. Landon Duke patted me on the shoulder or forearm when he greeted me, a little bit of familiarity, but not too much since he was in love with my BFF. Gus Duke was a hugger. He gave bear hugs that squeezed the air right out of you. While he was single now, I knew whomever he found—along with the other two vets in their joint practice—would not feel the least bit neglected. And Julia Duke, we’d gone to get pedicures twice already to a little place in town that allowed us to bring wine. Yeah, those were fun times.
My father cleared my throat, bringing me back from my wanderings.
“I need to talk with you.”
“Yes, I gathered,” I said. I felt silly with all four of us just standing there, so I went to one of the chairs that faced my father’s desk and sat down. I was doing this on my terms, not his. “I’m here. Please talk.”
He cleared his throat again and went to sit back in his leather desk chair. The wall of windows behind him offered a view of the other Denver skyscrapers with the Rocky Mountains in the distance. It was a beautiful view, but nothing like the Montana prairie and purple mountains that surrounded Raines. The big city wasn’t for me any longer. I felt stifled. Crowded.
“You need to come back.”
I arched a brow, saw the clear blue eyes that matched mine stare me down.
“I need to? I was thinking perhaps you might have missed me and wanted me here.”
“You made your bed,” he replied, flicking a glance to Colton and Tucker who stood behind me. Obviously, my father knew I’d made my bed with both of them.
“And yet you still need me here in Denver. Why is that?”
“I’m being blackmailed for insider trading.”
My mouth dropped open and I stared at him wide-eyed. That was the last thing I expected him to say. Insider trading happened all the time in the financial industry, where someone shared secrets about a stock or a company that allowed someone to buy or sell stocks to either make money or prevent a substantial loss. It was illegal and jail time was the consequence. My father was an asshole, but I’d never considered him to be shady.
“Have you done insider trading?”
His cheeks flushed and he folded his hands in front of him on his desk. “I’m not answering that.”
“Why? Because you don’t want to implicate yourself in case this goes to trial and you have three people who can share your admission under oath or because the idea is preposterous?”
He didn’t comment, so I continued.
“What about the blackmail?”
“The evidence being used to blackmail proves my involvement will be shared with the SEC if I don’t comply.”
I was reeling with the fact that my father was guilty, but I had to push that aside for now. He hadn’t wanted me to come here for my sympathy.
“And what do they want to keep it all a secret?”
My father looked me in the eye. Held it. That was the look I remembered. “Marry you.”
I stood then, laughed. My heart was beating wildly and the adrenaline made me shake. I felt a big hand on my shoulder. I looked up. Colton. He didn’t look the least bit happy, but he said nothing.
“Perry,” I said. It was so obvious.
My father gave a slight nod, but it was enough.
I laughed again. “We dated a few times. He escorted me around town to various functions at your request. That’s a long way from marriage.”
My father stood abruptly, clearly recognizing I wasn’t going to give in and say yes Daddy like I had when I was eight. His chair rolled back, bumped into the low bookshelf beneath the windows.
“Hundreds of thousands of dollars in education and all you had to do was spread your legs to be useful. If I’d known Perry would find you to be one hell of a lay, I’d have sent you to public school.”
Tucker was around the desk before I could even blink. He had my father slammed against the wall with his
hands gripping his suit jacket.
“You will apologize to your daughter. Now,” Tucker hissed.
Colton’s hand on my shoulder tightened, but he didn’t move.
“She has to marry him or I’ll be ruined. He’ll take over the company,” my dad replied instead, breathing hard. His color was high, a vein bulged in his temple.
“I don’t give a shit about you. Apologize or being ruined will be the least of your problems.”
Tucker was fierce. A little scary. And he was defending me. It was really exhilarating.
“This is quite a family reunion.”
I turned at the sound of the voice. A man had come in the room without our noticing, closed the door behind him.
Tucker let go of my dad—who slumped down the wall before he got his feet beneath him—and walked toward the man, pointed at him. Tucker was tense, his entire body ready for a fight. “You were at the Seed and Feed.”
My eyes widened in surprise as I studied the stranger. The man barely blinked at Tucker’s aggressiveness, so he was definitely a lawyer. He wasn’t surprised by the anger, nor by Tucker’s presence. This guy was cool as a cucumber while my father was sweating bullets. In his thirties, he had dark hair and wide-set eyes. In a navy suit, he looked like he could be any of my father’s executives. But he did look familiar. The fact that Tucker recognized him as one of my customers had me really thankful they’d come into the store and stalked me all that time.
“You bought a salt lick and a pair of leather gloves,” I replied finally. “You look a lot different wearing jeans and a t-shirt.”
“Good memory,” he said, offering me a thin smile.
“How’s your horse like the salt lick?” He just offered me a thin smile at the sarcastic comment. He probably didn’t even know which end of the horse was front. “You’ve been watching me.”
Tucker’s hands clenched in fists at his sides. While he glanced at my father, his focus was on mystery man. It was obvious who had all the power here. Who could really hurt me.