Carnal Compromise

by Robin L. Rotham

  “Yes, we are.” In fact, they did such a good job fulfilling fantasies that Brent’s cousin Hake and his hot little farm wife Mandy invited them back for a repeat performance every year when they passed through town on their way back to Kansas. Unfortunately, it would be at least six weeks before they started making their way south again, and Joe didn’t seem inclined to wait that long for an extended bout of no-holds-barred fucking.

  Now that he really thought about it, a three-way arrangement might be just what the doctor ordered for both them and AJ. It would relieve all of their most pressing carnal needs without risking the messy emotional entanglements that came with one-on-one sex.

  “So how do you bring up something like that to a girl like her?” he asked.

  “Maybe Mandy would send us a letter of reference.”

  Brent grinned. “Or Hake.”

  “Or Hake,” Joe acknowledged with a gleam in his eye. “Or we could just hand her a copy of Carnal Deliverance and say, ‘This is us. Interested?’”

  “Smooth but a little sleazy.”

  “Okay, then we’ll just have to ask her straight out, I guess. The worst she can do is slap our faces and tell us to fuck off.”

  “Or hit the road.” Brent frowned. “She’d probably be too uncomfortable to stay on after a proposition like that.”

  “It might be for the best if we can’t work something out.”

  “Best for who? She needs the money and we can’t afford to lose a good hand.” He shook his head. “No, we can’t let her walk away. We’ll just have to make sure she wants what we want.”

  When their waitress walked by again, he flagged her down with a grin. “Can we get that pizza to go?”

  AJ scowled as the clatter of Brent Andersen’s diesel engine died away. Damn, damn, damn! There went her primary source of evening entertainment. Reading erotic books with Joe and Brent in the room was the most reckless thing she’d ever done, and she looked forward to it more than just about anything in her life at the moment. Their presence ratcheted up the titillation factor of even the tamest book exponentially, and every sentence she read was a walk on the razor’s edge between fear and perverse anticipation. What would they do if she betrayed herself by blushing or breathing heavily, or even having an orgasm?

  Which of course she wouldn’t because she was too disciplined for that. But it was amusing—not to mention both appalling and arousing—to imagine.

  And really, it wasn’t beyond the realm of possibility that she could accidentally come from pressing her thighs together. More than once since she’d moved in with them, she’d woken having an orgasm and lain there in horrified stillness until Joe’s snores reassured her that she hadn’t cried out.

  Now that they knew what kind of books she enjoyed, she’d never be able to read around them again for fear they’d ferret out even more of her secrets.

  AJ rolled her eyes. Like Brent and Joe would even care about her secrets.

  After staring at the same page for twenty minutes, she finally gave up and shut down her laptop. Might as well save the last three chapters of Amanda Garrity’s Carnal Vengeance for a night when she wasn’t so distracted and get on with her other favorite forbidden entertainment while she still had the camper to herself. She stood up and stretched, and then turned off the TV. Ordinarily she’d leave it on as cover, but tonight the wind had picked up enough that no one walking by the camper would hear her if she accidentally cried out.

  Stepping into the cramped bunkroom she shared with Joe Remke, she checked to make sure the blinds were closed tight before stripping out of her sweatshirt, jeans and underwear. The socks stayed on—it was too damn cold in here already.

  Then she opened Joe’s cupboard with trembling hands and pulled one of his dirty T-shirts from the mesh laundry hamper at the bottom. Holding it to her nose, she sucked in a deep breath and just about had an orgasm. Detergent, sweat, soil, grease… It was a real man’s shirt, and wearing it was about as close as she was likely to get to having a real man against her breasts, much less between her legs, anytime soon.

  “You’ve got to stop doing this,” she muttered. But she wouldn’t and she knew it, especially now that it was the only shameful thrill left to her.

  She pulled the navy tee over her head and, biting her lip, turned to look at herself in the mirror over her dresser. Oh, yeah. Joe was a large, powerful man and his shirt swallowed her. She looked small and almost…delicate in it.

  Reaching into her underwear drawer, she pulled her vibrator from its hiding place inside a pair of thick knee socks. She really shouldn’t be doing this in a camper she shared with two men—but then, sharing a camper with these two particular men was exactly why she needed to do it. They were big and gorgeous and sexy, and she was apparently hitting her sexual prime with a vengeance.

  Talk about rotten timing. Dammit, why hadn’t Brent put her in with Seth and Tim? Those two were just like the steers she used to work on her daddy’s farm, young and stupid enough to hump just about anything, whether it moved or not. She wouldn’t have been the least bit tempted by either of them.

  AJ sighed again. Unfortunately, she actually had a pretty good idea of why Brent had stuck her in with them. They thought they hid it pretty well, and the farming community being what it was, she didn’t blame them for trying. They even slept in separate rooms and obviously had even before she arrived on the scene.

  But she’d seen the way they looked at each other when no one else was around. Brent Andersen and Joe Remke were gay, and it was all she could do not to cry at the thought of it. Not that either of them would ever have given her a second look even if they were straight, but God, what a loss for womankind. What an absolute freaking waste. She lived for the nights they went out alone, presumably to take care of their needs in complete privacy—it gave her the time and privacy to take care of her own urgent needs.

  Swallowing, she stacked her pillows at the head of her bed and lay back, splaying her knees open. The cool air whistling in around the window felt good on her pussy, which was still shamefully overheated and wet. Living with Joe and Brent had certainly changed her in just a few short months. She still didn’t understand why the fear of discovery was such a turn-on for some people, but these days she could relate all too well.

  A big gust of wind buffeted the camper and she froze with the head of the dildo hovering over her pussy. After listening to make sure that was all it was, she spread her already slick lips with her fingers and slid the pink jelly shaft in deep. Adjusting it so the clit attachment hit her where it was supposed to, she turned it on and let the vibration do its work. Her clit began to tingle and she sighed, pulling Joe’s shirt up under her chin to expose her breasts. There wasn’t much to them, but it felt good to run her fingers over her nipples, to twist and pinch them and pretend it was Joe and Brent sucking on her.

  AJ was so hungry for it, that first orgasm rolled over her within seconds. She gasped and stiffened as her insides contracted around the shaft in painful pleasure, forcing it out onto the mattress.

  Leaving one hand to play with her breasts, she reached down and replaced the dildo, knowing she had at least three or four more good ones coming. She worked it slowly in and out while visions of Brent and Joe played in her head. The idea of watching them go at it was enough to drive her wild. She could easily see Joe bending Brent over the foot of the big bed in the master bedroom and sliding his heavy cock into Brent’s lean, muscular ass.

  Even more titillating was the vision of Joe driving his cock into her, though she’d rather have it someplace besides her ass. She might eat up the double-penetration scenes in Amanda Garrity’s books, and God knew the idea of being sandwiched between two strong men like Brent and Joe set her heartbeat skittering every which way, but she couldn’t see ever being comfortable with anal. It was just too masculine, too harsh and earthy—like having sex in the blinding fluorescent light of a men’s locker-room rather than the romantic soft focus of a candlelit retreat.

  Wh
ich was why most of her personal fantasies centered on the ménage scenes where the woman took one man in her mouth while another slid into her pussy. Her favorite scenario was being trapped in a dark, isolated cabin with Joe and Brent while a raging snowstorm howled outside. She’d be on her hands and knees between them, safe and warm in front of a crackling fire, with Brent fucking her mouth while Joe held her hips and pounded her pussy into oblivion. Afterward they’d all collapse together in a pile of handmade quilts and sip hot chocolate while they whispered sweet nothings in each other’s ears. Then they’d do it all again.

  Okay, so maybe it was a little—or a lot—far-fetched, but a girl could dream, couldn’t she?

  Another wind gust rocked the camper and she moaned, imagining it was them returning early. What would Joe do if he walked in here and found her?

  Roll his eyes and tell her to get a life, no doubt.

  But the fantasy of him rushing to her side, yanking the dildo out and drawling, “Here, baby, let me show you how a real live man fucks,” right before he jumped her was just too delicious to resist.

  “Ooooh, please!” she moaned.

  AJ shoved the dildo in deeper and held it against her cervix, tugging on one nipple while the hard vibration against her clit sent her over the edge into an orgasm that was longer and stronger than the first one.

  “Oh God, yes!” she whimpered.

  She was just opening her mouth for a noisy moan when a voice at the door rumbled, “I’ll second that.”

  The way AJ rolled off the bed screaming, Joe might as well have yelled, “Incoming!”

  She landed on the floor in a half-crouch, her eyes as big as silver dollars, and the dildo immediately thumped onto the carpet between her feet. Her eyes got even wider as she gaped down at the buzzing pink toy, which was shiny wet with her juices, and her jaw worked but nothing came out of her mouth.

  “Take it easy, honey,” Brent said behind him in a soothing tone.

  Just like a woman, she did exactly the opposite.

  “Get. Out!” she screamed, big blotches of red blooming in her neck and face.

  Joe crossed his arms over his chest. “I’d like my shirt first.”

  “You’d—” She blinked at him. “What?”

  “My shirt.” He nodded at the T-shirt. “You’re wearing it and I’d like to have it back.”

  She continued to blink at him and he almost grinned. Mission accomplished. She was no longer about to stroke out on them.

  “But it’s dirty,” she said blankly.

  Joe’s cock hardened even further. There were plenty of clean shirts in his drawer, but she’d picked one that reeked of him to masturbate in.

  Apparently realizing what she’d just revealed, AJ went red up to her hairline. “God dammit, can’t you just get out of here and leave me alone!”

  When they didn’t move, she looked around the room with wild eyes and finally picked up the dildo and threw it at him. He ducked to the side and Brent took it square in the solar plexus.

  “Hey—”

  “I said get out! Get out, get out, get out!”

  Joe took a reluctant step back but apparently he wasn’t moving fast enough to suit her. She barreled into him full tilt at the same instant Brent yanked at his biceps, and they all landed in a pile outside the door. Joe had about two seconds to enjoy being the meat in a very sexy sandwich before AJ scrambled off him, kneeing him in the groin in the process. Then she slammed the bedroom door and locked it.

  “Off!” Brent gasped.

  Before Joe could move, the door opened just far enough for his shirt to smack him in the face and then slammed again.

  When Brent shoved at his back, Joe rolled to his knees and stood, biting his lips as he offered a hand up.

  “Holy hell, you weigh a ton,” Brent grumbled, rubbing the back of his head. He turned and trudged through the living room into the tiny kitchen/dining area, no doubt as disappointed as Joe that they weren’t getting laid tonight.

  Instead of letting him stop at the table, where their cooling pizza waited, Joe put a firm hand between his shoulder blades and propelled him into the master bedroom, barely managing to get the door closed and flip on the light before a silent huff of laughter forced its way out of his chest. He plopped down on the foot of the bed and buried his face in his dirty T-shirt, wheezing with the effort to keep his hilarity quiet.

  When he finally looked up, blotting his eyes with the dark fabric, Brent was watching him with wry amusement. “That didn’t go quite like I’d planned.”

  Joe swallowed another snort. “That poor girl,” he squeezed out between the spasms of mirth still quaking his chest.

  Brent rubbed his belly. “I’m just glad she didn’t have a hunting knife lying around.”

  That sent Joe off the deep end again, and he had to roll over and bury his face in a handful of bedspread to keep from roaring with laughter. The mattress dipped over his head when Brent sat down, but Joe was too overcome to comment on finally getting him into bed.

  Long moments later, he rolled to his back and took a half-dozen deep, shaky breaths, his body completely relaxed. But his mind was still awash with images of AJ and her red face and her short blonde hair standing in a haphazard halo around her head. And her pretty tits peeking out from the bunched-up hem of his dirty T-shirt. And that dildo sunk in her deliciously wet, blonde cunt.

  Taking one last deep breath, he pronounced glibly, “I think I’m in love.”

  “You ain’t the only one.”

  Joe tilted his head back to look at the man reclining at the head of the bed. He knew damn well Brent wasn’t any more in love with AJ than he was, but it was nice not to be the only one with his nuts in a knot over her for a change.

  “We’re not letting her get away, are we?”

  Brent’s smile was ruthless when he said, “No way in hell.”

  Chapter Two

  “Now how in the hell did you get away without me hearing you?”

  Brent stood in the open door of the bunkroom, rubbing his hair in groggy disbelief. Dammit, she’d snuck out. He’d given Joe his bed and slept on the sofa, not three feet from the front door, to prevent just such an occurrence, but apparently he’d sacrificed a decent night’s sleep for nothing.

  Not surprisingly, Joe had suggested they share the bed last night, and for just a second, Brent had been cruelly tempted. The vision of AJ mostly naked and writhing on her bunk as she came had been burned into his retinas, and he knew that unless he followed suit and got himself off, he was going to have a hell of a time sleeping with the hard-on that wouldn’t die. Joe could have given him the kind of relief he’d only dreamed of, and the fact that they both knew it made Brent want to plant a fist in the asshole’s face.

  Instead he’d snatched his pillow off the bed without a word and marched out to stand guard. He’d had a feeling AJ might try to disappear without a trace in the night, and now it looked as if he was right. How could she have gotten by him? He could hardly draw a breath in the camper without the floor creaking, and he could swear he hadn’t slept more than a few minutes at a time all night. He must have fallen into a coma sometime before dawn.

  Crossing to her small built-in dresser, he yanked open the top drawer and sagged with relief when he saw her socks and panties still jumbled together inside.

  At the sound of a pickup starting, he leaned over Joe’s bunk and flipped up one of the slats. “Shit.”

  He didn’t know whether to be annoyed or relieved to see her sandwiched between Seth and Tim as they pulled out of the drive, probably headed to town for breakfast. He was relieved she hadn’t run off, but dammit, he’d wanted to talk to her before they went to the field, try to set things straight and get a plan in place.

  He righted the blinds with a sigh. She wasn’t making it easy for them.

  Scrubbing his fingernails over his bare chest, he wandered back toward the shower. Usually he bathed at night, rinsing away the dirt and grime of the day before he hit the sack, but tod
ay he needed to chase the grit of a sleepless night from his eyes…and take care of this grinding ache in his groin before it made him do something stupid.

  After he’d shucked his jeans and boxer briefs, he flipped on the shower and climbed into the cramped stall. AJ had obviously skipped her morning shower, and the thought she might still be wearing the rich horny-woman fragrance he’d gotten a whiff of last night was all it took to bring his already alert cock to enthusiastic attention.

  He leaned a forearm against the shower’s plastic shell, letting the spray rain down on his head in wasteful enjoyment while he tugged at his aching balls. Usually he was pretty thrifty with hot water since it rarely lasted long enough for both him and Joe to shower in the evenings, but there was no need today. Joe had showered last night and was still sawing logs in Brent’s comfortable queen-size bed. God knew, he’d snored loud enough to wake the residents of the nearby cemetery half the night. How in the hell did AJ stand it?

  AJ.

  Brent groaned at the graphic memory of her slender legs splayed open, her strong yet feminine hand pushing that dildo into her pussy, her long, tapered fingers plucking at those delicate pink nipples. But it was the tortured expression of ecstasy on her face as she ground her head into the pillow that had sealed her fate. His resolve to have her had hardened to stone right along with his cock. She may have gotten away from him last night, but there was no way she was leaving this camper again without having been well and truly fucked. They’d just have to sort out the complexities of a boss-hand hookup as they went along.

  He pulled his fist up his cock, wishing to hell AJ was here now. He’d have her on her knees in front of him, her back against the wall as he worked his way between her lips. She had such a small mouth, he doubted he’d be able to get all the way in without losing a layer of skin to her equally small, perfectly aligned teeth. Her pale lashes would be clumped together as she stared up at him, and he wouldn’t give a damn whether it was from the shower spray or tears that sprang to her eyes when he triggered her gag reflex. He wouldn’t stop fucking her mouth until he’d emptied his balls and she’d swallowed every drop.