Once up the steps and fully into the car, Willow stopped and looked around. Nothing about the car had changed, but there was no one there to meet her. They must be in the back. Sipping the last of her coffee, she tossed the now-empty cup into a trash can to the right of the door and started through the car on her way to the observation deck.
Today was a lot chillier than the last time she had ridden the train. She wondered if the observation car would be as cozy this time. There was quite a bit of cloud cover, and the sun wasn’t streaming down. If they did happen to get naked, she hoped it was warm enough that she didn’t shiver.
She made it to the dining car, and there was still no sign of any of the boys. This was strange. Had they forgotten? No, they couldn’t have. Grace would have said something if they weren’t here. Pulling off her gloves, she shoved them into her coat pockets and continued on. “Jack? Josh?” She entered the observation car and started up the small flight of steps to the deck above. “Mikey?”
When her view of the observation deck was clear, she stopped dead in her tracks, still on the staircase. Heat bloomed inside her.
There, lounging on the bench seats, were her three men. All of them looking like the cat who was waiting on the canary to arrive. Mikey was lying on his side, head propped on one hand, the other hand lazily twirling a pair of handcuffs.
“We’ve been waiting for you,” Jack said. He was sitting on the opposite side of the car, elbows resting on his knees. Willow didn’t fail to notice what looked like a piece of black leather stretched between his hands, and he was absently twisting it.
“I’ll go tell George we’re ready,” Josh said, rising from his place beside Jack. “Come on up, Willow. You look like a deer frozen in a pair of headlights.” He held out his hand.
She placed her hand in his and allowed him to lead her the rest of the way up the stairs. Once she was standing on the deck, Josh placed a quick kiss on her cheek then headed down the staircase and out of the car.
Mikey shook his head. “I can’t believe how much Josh has changed since you came into our life,” he said, pushing himself up to a sitting position.
“What do you mean?” she asked, unbuttoning her coat, her eyes on the silvery glint of the handcuffs Mikey was toying with.
Mikey shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess he doesn’t seem so—”
“Closed off,” Jack interjected.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Mikey replied, pointing a finger at Jack before looking back up at Willow. “He talks more, acts like a regular guy instead of a soldier perpetually at attention.”
“Well, I’m glad I make a difference in his life.” Willow laid her coat over the center ledge. “I’ve been enjoying getting to know you, too.”
“I hope you don’t know all of our secrets yet,” Jack said, standing. He came up beside her, tucking his hand beneath her hair at the nape of her neck. He leaned closer. “We have so many surprises in store for you,” he whispered next to her ear, “it will take years to experience them all.”
Willow’s legs went watery, her eyelids lowering. Jack’s lips so close to her ear, his sensual tone, made her want to strip her clothes off right then and there. It was so freeing to know these men allowed her to be exactly who she wanted to be, doing what she felt like doing, and didn’t judge her at all for it. Just that alone was very seductive.
Josh returned just as the train jerked, signaling they were getting underway. Willow grabbed Jack’s arm to steady herself. “Speaking of surprises,” she said once her body fell into the rhythm of the moving train and she could keep her balance. “It looks like you boys have something in mind for today.”
“Whatever do you mean?” Mikey asked, an exaggerated wide-eyed expression on his face. “I think it’s Jack who has the surprise for you.”
The next thing she knew, a black leather blindfold covered her eyes. Her hand flew to her face while someone tied the blindfold in place at the back of her head. “Hey, no fair,” she said, running her fingertips over the butter-soft leather. She couldn’t see a thing, which made it extremely hard to keep her footing.
“Oh, it’s very fair, my dear Willow,” Mikey said from somewhere in front of her. “Today you are going to be the good little submissive, and you are going to love it.”
A jolt of excitement raced through her, turning her nipples to tight little buds and making her panties damp with her pussy’s anticipation. How did they know this was something she had always wanted to try? True, they had tied her hands with her scarf that first time, and she had thoroughly enjoyed it, but she had always wanted to play a bit rougher and see how that felt. Where did they get the idea that she was going to play along and like it at the same time?
Gasping when a chilly hand slipped beneath her sweater and grazed the sensitive skin just above her belly button, Willow reached out, searching for something to hold on to so that she didn’t fall. The train rocked side to side on the tracks, its whistle sounding loudly. Her searching hand found a strong shoulder, and she grabbed a handful of T-shirt. Must be Mikey.
“Time to lose the clothes, Willow,” Jack said from behind her.
She felt the hem of her sweater being lifted, and one of them had raised her foot to pull off her boot at the same time. She lost her grip on the T-shirt, and her stomach clenched with a tickle of fear that she would fall. She needn’t have worried. Six strong hands were currently in the process of stripping her bare.
“Guys, listen,” she said after her sweater was tugged over her head. “I heard the train whistle. That means we’re not out of town yet.”
“And your point is?” Josh this time. Down low, in front of her, he fiddled with her clothes. The zipper of her jeans was lowered then her jeans were tugged down over her hips.
“My point is—” She sucked in a sharp breath when one of them tweaked one of her nipples through the fabric of her bra. She cleared her throat, trying to focus. “Someone will see us. We haven’t left town yet.”
Hot fingers grasped the top edge of the silken cups of her bra and pulled them down, leaving her bra clasped at her back. Her breasts popped free, the material of the cups now beneath them and serving to hold them up high.
“We want to show you off,” Mikey said. “You are one hot woman. Have you ever thought how sexy it would be if someone watched? Someone you didn’t know?”
Willow could tell from the sound of his voice that he was very near her exposed left breast. In the next second, she found out exactly how close he was when his mouth closed over her nipple and he began to suck noisily. Sparks instantly shot to the back of her throat.
The other two men worked feverishly, and within the next few minutes, Willow wore nothing except a black leather blindfold and a bra pulled down from her breasts.
Then the three of them got serious about their work.
“From this moment on,” Jack said, taking one of her wrists and closing the cold steel of what must have been the handcuffs around it, “we aren’t going to talk. We’ll guide you with touches when we want you in a certain position or want you to move in a particular way. Do you understand?”
Willow nodded, her body vibrating with excitement. She’d never thought of someone watching while they had sex, hadn’t considered just how tantalizing it would be. These men were coming up with so many new things for her to experience she almost couldn’t keep up. “I understand,” she said, waiting for them to let her know what to do next.
Mikey released her nipple which he had been paying so much attention to and moved away from her. Her hands were brought around to the front, the other handcuff fastened around the other wrist. Then her arms were raised, and the next thing she knew, the handcuffs were fastened to something above her head. She blinked behind the blindfold. She could see absolutely nothing, no matter how she tried.
The train car rocked and rattled, the whistle blowing again. She wondered exactly where they were along the tracks. Were they to the spot where the crossing gates stopped traffic before they crossed th
e main bridge to get to the highway? If that was where they were coming up to, whatever car was sitting waiting to cross would be able to see her at least from the waist up. Blindfolded, handcuffed, and naked. She shivered.
Hands took her ankles and urged her to widen her stance. She obliged, shooting her feet across the short nap of the carpet. When she didn’t open wide enough, the hands guided her feet farther apart. Her feet were so far apart now she was using the handcuffs to steady herself where she was fastened to the ceiling above. She wished the sun was shining down right now. The cloud cover and the chilly air today brought gooseflesh to the surface all over her body. It gave a certain flavor to the scene that began to be played out in the next few seconds.
Warm hands smoothed over her skin, leaving burning trails of heat as they moved over her body. Fingers explored her most inner recesses, her body creaming as they entered her pussy and began to prepare her for bigger and better things. Willow moaned, sparks skittering through her veins, warmth infusing her while six hands expertly drove her toward a heightened sensuality she’d begun to learn to crave. These men knew what they were doing, and they were intent on bringing her to orgasm as many times as possible before they gave themselves the pleasure they deserved.
Being blindfolded and handcuffed brought something new and exotic to their sexual play, and Willow rolled with it. It wasn’t long before the gooseflesh that raced over her skin was replaced by a sheen of sweat, her body straining toward release. They brought her to her first orgasm using only their hands, fingers delving into her most intimate places, plucking and stroking until she called out, her body jerking as she rode the wave of pleasure.
Then they began again, this time using their hard cocks and wet tongues. They began by one of them sliding his thick shaft into her wet pussy, grasping her by the waist to hold her in place. Was that Josh? It felt like him. His mouth closed over hers, and he thrust his tongue in her mouth. At the same time, one of them came in from behind, and she felt a cool wetness just before he entered her ass, slowly stretching her to accommodate him. They didn’t even have to move, and she almost came, her body becoming accustomed to having waves of orgasms washing over her when they were this close, buried inside her.
Hands came around from behind her, grasping her breasts and massaging them. Teeth nipping her bottom lip, the one in front of her began to move, pulsing in and out of her pussy, creating a wonderful friction when the one in the back began fucking her ass. It didn’t take long before her heart was pounding against her rib cage, threatening to burst through the bones as her body ramped up to explosion. The two men sandwiched her between them, moving in time with each other as the train rocked and vibrated up through her legs. Oh my God…
Her head whipped back, her neck arching, and she connected with the man’s shoulder who was standing behind her. She screamed, her pussy clutching at the cock she was impaled on while her bum twitched around the dick seated solidly in her ass. Flashes of light flickered behind her eyelids while the two men groaned, dumping their seed into her as their hard shafts swelled inside her and they joined her in a passionate release. Bodies moved against bodies, sweat slicking their skin as they slowly came down from sexual heaven.
The men moved away from her, and she shuddered, the sudden absence of their body heat chilling her. Then her hands were unhooked from above and she was guided across the car and carefully urged to sit on one of the bench seats. A bottle of water touched her bottom lip, and she opened her mouth and drank greedily.
Her thirst quenched, they began again, positioning her standing against the center ledge. Willow gave herself to them completely, trusting them to do no harm to her and give her more pleasure than she’d expected when she woke up that morning.
And she wasn’t disappointed.
Chapter Eleven
It had been four weeks since her first train ride with her men, and Willow had never been so happy in her life. Spending time with Josh, Jack, and Mikey after work every day and most of the weekend had given her a window into their lives, and she liked what she saw. They all worked hard at getting their tech company off the ground and genuinely liked each other. Which made the relationship they had started all the better. There was no jealousy and no grandstanding between them when it came to getting her attention.
But even though it was almost perfect, Willow still held a small part of herself back. She wasn’t sure if she could give herself completely yet. And she didn’t know what it would take to get her to that point.
“Willow, good grief, you’re going to wear a hole in that countertop if you keep wiping the same spot over and over like that.” Sue came up beside her and snatched the dishcloth she had been using to clean the counter with from her hand. “What has gotten into you these last couple of weeks? I keep seeing you staring off into space like you’re lost or something. Is everything okay?”
Willow sighed. “Everything is fine. Better than fine.” She crossed her arms and leaned a hip against the counter. “Ever have the feeling you’re just waiting for the other shoe to drop?”
Stu gave a “hmph” behind her from his usual seat at the counter.
Willow glanced over her shoulder at him. “That feeling can make your spine crawl, huh, Stu?”
He gave her a quick nod and pressed his lips together.
“Well, you need to get your head together, girl,” Sue said, handing the cloth back to her. “What it looks like to me is you’re a woman in love and you’re constantly woolgathering about those men you’ve been hanging out with.”
Willow let out a laugh. In love? No, I couldn’t be. Could I? Something strange moved in the vicinity of her heart, and her stomach quivered just a bit. Her laugh died down quickly, and she bit her lip. Maybe she’d better think about this a little more. Sue might have a point.
“What are you laughing about?” Sue parked her fists on her hips. “I’m right, you know. Wasn’t it about a month ago you said something about leaving Forever if things didn’t spice up around here?” She raised both eyebrows and cocked her head like a scolding hen. “And then you got to know those boys, and you haven’t said a word about leaving since. Doesn’t that add up to you being in love with one of them?”
Not one of them—
“She’s right.”
Both of them turned and looked at Stu. “Well, if you’re chiming in on the situation, I’d better take notice,” Willow said, giving Stu a wink.
Stu set his coffee cup down on the counter. “People say life is too short and all that,” he said, his soft blue gaze locked on Willow. “I tend to agree with ’em. I may be past my prime, and in my time, women did what was expected of ’em, but nowadays I can’t see why a woman such as you can’t have her cake and eat it, too. Don’t let something get away from you that you’re gonna regret later.”
Willow looked deep into the old man’s eyes. There was a heavy sadness there. “Did you let something pass you by, Stu?” she asked quietly. She rested her fingers on his wrist, taking note of the slight shake of his hand.
“Maybe.” Then he gave her a little grunt. “Don’t you mind all that. What we’re talking about here is you. Not some dried-up old mechanic.” Looking up at her, his lips quivered then broke into what served as a smile for Stu.
Willow patted his arm. “I’m honored that you care, Stu. I appreciate it.”
He nodded then looked away, wrapping his fingers around his coffee mug.
Willow pulled her hand back, sensing she’d better let it go. She didn’t want to upset Stu, and it looked like that’s where the conversation was heading. She wondered vaguely who he had lost. Shaking her head, she turned back to Sue. “I don’t know. Maybe I should think about this a bit deeper.”
Jack, Josh, and Mikey had been in earlier for their usual breakfast. After agreeing to meet them at their house that afternoon, Willow had walked around at work like an automaton, waiting on customers with her fake smile in place, cleaning up dishes, wiping down counters. It did seem like she’d been
in a daze at least the last few days. She thought she knew why, too. The guys had asked her to move in with them. If that wasn’t a commitment, she didn’t know what was. But, the real question that needed to be answered—was Willow ready?
Every time she thought about it, she got jittery, like she’d drunk four cups of coffee in a row. Was it excitement or nervousness? Fear?
She wasn’t sure. The guys had given her every reason to agree to their offer. She would live with them for free, have her own room, work if she wanted to even though they guaranteed her she wouldn’t have to. Where was the bad?
She had less than one more hour to go, and then she was off work, and the guys were going to pick her up today. Willow shook her head and scrubbed at the curved end of the countertop again, putting all her strength into it and keeping her back to the three customers who were having coffee and pie at the main counter. Why was this turning into such a hard decision?
“Can I get some service over here?” a male voice asked.
Willow froze in mid-swipe. It can’t be.
“What can I get for you?” Sue asked from behind Willow.
“Let’s see what you have.”
Willow slowly turned around, clutching the cleaning cloth in her hand so tightly her fingers hurt.
Sitting in the third chair from the left was a ghost from her recent past. Kenny Nichols, her former fiancé, held a menu in his hand while Sue stood on the other side of the counter in front of him, her pad held at the ready. A rush of heat swarmed up Willow’s neck and flushed her face. Why was he here? What possible reason could he have to invade her world? Kenny had no business in Forever. No reason at all to be here. Anger reared its ugly head. She was going to find out right now.
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