by Cara Adams
Summer picked up one of the condoms and wiggled closer to Roland, gripping his cock and stroking it slowly from root to tip and then from tip to root. Only when he groaned did she roll the condom down over his erection.
She took the second condom and turned to Chris, who was sitting quite still watching her. So she did exactly the same thing with him. Moments later she was flat on her back with her legs thrown over her own shoulders and the men rubbing lube into her ass and all around the entry. She lifted her head to see who was going to lube their condom. Which one of them would take her ass and which one her cunt?
Chris. It was Chris who lubed his sheathed cock, and Roland who lay down beside her and turned her onto her side to face him. Gradually, he pulled her body tighter against his until he pressed his cock into her pussy and drove in deep. She was stretched wide, but she was so wet and eager to be fucked she hardly noticed. Roland slid one leg underneath her leg and lifted her other leg up on top of his, tangling their bodies together.
Chris wiggled up close behind her, pushing his underneath leg under both hers and Roland’s and then lifting her upper leg on top of his. Once they were united like that, he pressed his cock at her back door and inched closer and closer until his cock popped through her muscle ring and slid inside. He rocked and wiggled his way deeper into her, spreading her ass wide, much wider than the dildo, until she felt stretched as far as she could go. Her tissues readjusted around both cocks, accepting them both, and then she felt very full, but it didn’t hurt.
Summer gripped hold of Roland’s shoulder with one hand and reached back to clutch Chris’s waist with the other. She’d never visualized this part of the process, but it was intensely carnal. Their legs were completely intermingled together. She had no way of knowing where one person finished and the next one started. Roland’s hard, muscular chest was pressed to her breasts, squashing them flat, letting her nipples dig into his skin. Behind her, Chris’s body was plastered against hers like a hot blanket, completely covering her skin.
She was aware of their own scents—of sweat, of arousal, of man, all overlaying the aroma of the clean desert air. That was amazing. She loved that they were out on her beloved land, at one with it and their joint heritage.
Both men pulled out of her until just their cockheads were left inside. In a heartbeat she went from being stretched overfull to being empty. The extreme contrast was mind-boggling. It was another thing she’d never thought of before, but damn, it was potent.
Without any warning, they slammed back inside her, filling and stretching her beyond full and sparking a fire in every nerve ending on their way past. Summer dug her fingernails into the men and held on tightly as they pumped in and out, faster and faster until she couldn’t think and could scarcely even breathe.
She rubbed her toes on the legs she was pressed against, but she could no longer remember whether they belonged to the same man or whether she was touching one of each. She couldn’t even summon enough brain cells to notice the sensations other than that it felt really nice. Normally she would have been instantly able to identify which man was which, but right now, her brain had gone on vacation, and she had no way to call it back until after she climaxed.
She was a limp collection of raging hormones and aching pleasure points, with no energy left to do anything other than enjoy the best sex of her life.
Chris and Roland were pumping into her exactly in time with each other. Their hips slammed against her body, and all she could do was lie there and revel in the amazing feelings it aroused in her. She did manage to twist her hips in a figure eight pattern once, but it took so much effort that as soon as Chris gripped her hips she lost interest in attempting it for a second time. Besides, everything was so damn good it was impossible to believe it could get any better.
And still they pumped in and out of her cunt and her ass, driving her higher than she’d ever been before, winding the tension in her body tighter than she could have believed was possible until she’d experienced it.
And then, while her brain was completely fogged with lust, Chris and Roland paused for a moment before driving in faster and harder than previously. Summer’s orgasm burst from her like a tornado, slamming up her body and out the top of her head, leaving stars bursting behind her eyes and her legs kicking and shaking uncontrollably.
The two men held her tightly as her body shuddered, and then as soon as she went limp they jackhammered into her again, she was flooded with heat fore and aft as they both came as well. She had a moment to appreciate that they’d both obviously waited for her to achieve her climax before letting themselves come. That was very considerate of them indeed, and she was grateful for their thoughtfulness.
They rubbed over her sweaty body with the towel again, and then they were all tucked up in the sleeping bags. She sighed with happiness, snuggling between the two men and hoping dawn didn’t come too soon.
* * * *
Roland woke up first and scrambled into his clothing and up the sand dune to the shelter with his backpack just in time to see one of the regulars race past. “Fucking hell. I just made it in time.”
He marked the vehicle on the spreadsheet and then kept a lookout as he located his bottle of water and took a long drink. The bottle was two-thirds empty, and he hadn’t gotten around to refilling it. There was plenty of water still in the truck, but he didn’t really want to climb down the dune, fill his water bottle, and climb back up again. It’d take five minutes, which was long enough to miss a vehicle, and it seemed stupid to him to wreck their system when he could wait for someone else to wake up.
Besides, it meant he could focus on remembering the previous night. Damn, he and Chris were lucky. Lucky to have found Summer. Lucky to have her agree to play a BDSM scene with them. Lucky that she’d enjoyed doing it. Lucky that she was such a smart and happy person who made the world a brighter place simply by being part of it.
After a while he realized he was hungry as well as thirsty, but the only food left in his backpack was a handful of trail mix. He chewed each tiny item slowly in the hope it would make him feel fuller. It didn’t work. Also, he really needed a drink. Water was essential in the desert, and dehydration could be a death sentence. But he still didn’t really want to have to leave his place to go grab some.
He’d just decided he would have to when Chris dived into the shelter, landing half on top of him. “Car coming,” Chris grunted.
Roland grinned. “Yeah, I guessed.”
Most unusually, it was two cars traveling just one hundred yards apart. If they were traveling together, it would have been smarter to maintain a bigger distance so the people in the second car weren’t constantly breathing the dust of the first one. Maybe they weren’t used to desert travel or were worried about breaking down. He noted them both on the spreadsheet and said, “I’m thirsty, and I’m out of water. Did you think to refill your water bottle?”
“Yes, I did, and I brought us some breakfast as well. Summer was dead to the world. It looked as though she’d sleep for a while longer.”
“She may as well sleep as long as she wants to. We need to plan what we’re going to say to the Alpha, and also we should talk about switching to solar electricity as Kevin suggested.”
Roland drank deeply from Chris’s water bottle. Now that there were two of them, one could watch while the other one filled up both their water bottles from the big container in the truck. They ate breakfast and discussed pack business for over an hour, Chris making notes from time to time and Roland feeling better as their life was gradually sorted out.
That was something else he was so grateful for. Finding Kevin. Well, Kevin had found them, but the net result was a good man to add to their team. They moved out of the shelter and sat on the ledge below the top of the dune, using it as a desk to organize their work.
After another hour, Summer woke up and called up to them, “Shall I make us some breakfast?”
Even though they’d already had some food, Roland was hungry a
gain so said, “Yes please.”
She waved and disappeared into the tent again, coming out in a little while with her backpack over her shoulder as she scrambled up the dune to join them.
It was very pleasant sitting there in the morning sunshine, looking out over the land and just hanging out together. Roland could imagine himself doing this day after day into the future. This was what he wanted from life. His woman, his best friend, and a job that he enjoyed doing and would support them.
He hoped like hell that everything worked out. He knew likely it’d take a few years for the gas station to run at a profit. Even building a tiny shop and putting in a single gas pump was going to cost them plenty despite being able to do most of their own labor.
“Likely we could put those photovoltaic cells on the roof of the store and run it on solar electricity, as well as using them in Roxburgh itself. I wish one of us was an electrician though. It’ll cost a shit-load of money to pay an electrician to install everything up to code. The store will have to be air-conditioned, and there’ll be refrigerators and freezers to run as well,” Roland said.
It was important to make the store what the locals needed, but he could see the price climbing with every new idea he had.
“Patton’s an electrician. Likely he’ll help and give you a cheap deal,” said Summer.
“Who’s Patton? One of the men from Wetherby?” asked Chris.
“He’s Indigo’s brother. He lives in Towler, but he’ll want her to be happy, so I’m sure he’ll help out.”
“He’s an electrician? That’s great. He’s just what our community needs.”
Summer giggled. “I’ll bet you two are already planning to convince him to join you.”
“That’s an excellent idea. I like it.” Roland grinned back at her.
Hell yes. If they had Patton on their team, things would move even faster. And faster was better if the treasure at the end of the rainbow was mating Summer. As soon as he was sure they could support her properly and make a success of their community, that’s what he planned to do.
After last night, there was no way he was giving up Summer. But he and Chris did need to prove they could care for her properly.
Chapter Six
The next two weeks sped past so fast Chris hardly had time to stop and breathe. But he needed to make a break. Alpha Wolfric had approved the idea of the gas pump and store and a myriad other ideas they’d suggested, including setting up a small orchard of fruit trees and grape vines. They’d heard that one of the other wolf packs was part of the American First Seeds Project, and Wolfric suggested they investigate joining that project, even if only in a very small way, as an added source of income.
A week ago Reuben and James had headed off to the nearest airport to catch a flight to visit that pack up in Ohio. Since the climate would be very different, very few of the same variety of plants would be suitable. Chris thought that might be a good thing, as it meant their pack wouldn’t be competing with the other pack in any way, which might encourage the other pack to be more supportive of their efforts.
At dinner that night, he said, “When Reuben and James get back, we need to think about going to Towler and swearing allegiance to Alpha Wolfric. There’s no need to wait any longer to do it. Our plans are set, and we know what we want to do. While we’re there, we’ll ask Patton if he’ll consider coming and spending time with us to do the electrical installations.”
Chris felt a little nervous about asking Patton. He had a good job, and they were either forcing him to take vacation time to work for them or else maybe asking him to risk being terminated. But it was so very important to their little community that he felt he had to ask. Of course the perfect response would be Patton deciding to join them, but that really was more than they could expect at this stage.
It was all very well thinking he had everything perfectly sorted, but asking a man with a good job and a life he was content with to move was something else again.
“Will we be taking the minivan to buy food as well?” asked one of the men.
The conversation turned to the details of their trip, and Chris was busy writing down notes while Bryan gathered together a shopping list of what everyone wanted purchased. Chris turned and looked at Summer sitting beside him. He couldn’t imagine her not being part of his life now. She’d only been with them for a few weeks, but already she was an integral part of the community, and he wanted to mate her so much it was like a physical ache. He tapped his pen against his teeth and thought. Maybe they could do that on this trip. He knew Indigo, Reuben, and Stone had mated on the Alpha’s land. Maybe they could do that as well. He’d need to talk to Roland, and then they’d have to ask Summer.
He supposed they ought to plan a romantic evening before asking her. Hmm. Lucky she still had that tent. Maybe they could go somewhere and be quite alone for an evening. He’d have to think about that a bit more. A romantic evening and a proposal. Hmm.
* * * *
Roland had borrowed Summer’s tent and set it up a little way from the community where they could be alone and make some noise without anyone hearing them. He and Chris had planned the evening, and he set up the tent with their thoughts in mind. It wasn’t as easy as it sounded to make a tent romantic, but they’d done their best.
Besides, the tent was a part of their life together, part of their history, so it was good to make it part of this special night. He just hoped that Summer would agree to mate them and live with them permanently at Roxburgh.
It was a big request to make, especially as it wasn’t one hundred percent certain that Indigo, Reuben, and Stone would be staying on, although it looked very likely that they would be. With another woman in the community, Summer wouldn’t be so lonely, although her brother was here, so that meant she wasn’t completely alone. However, it was still a lot to ask of her—to have her leave everyone and everything she knew to stay here.
Roland was prepared to love and cherish her forever, as was Chris, but the sooner some of the other men found their mates and brought more women to the settlement, the better it would be for Summer, especially if Indigo didn’t plan to remain.
Roland was tying himself in knots here. He wanted Summer so much it was like a nagging toothache that he couldn’t claim her yet. All he wanted to do was rip the aching tooth out and claim her. But it had to be a choice of her own free will, and there were so many attendant ifs, buts, and maybes.
Would Patton join them? If so, Indigo might be more likely to stay.
Would Indigo, Stone, and Reuben decide to join the community? If so, Summer would be more likely to stay.
Would Kevin leave after the store was built? If so, Summer might leave as well.
Agh! It was all too hard. He had to know what she wanted.
After supper he and Chris walked Summer out of the community and turned her to face away from the section of the desert where they’d pitched the tent.
Chris pulled a blindfold out of his pocket. “First we need to cover your eyes so you don’t see your surprise too soon.”
“Are you sure I’m going to like this surprise?”
Roland’s belly lurched in fear. What if she didn’t like it? What if she didn’t want to live with them? He gritted his teeth and said, “I hope so. I think so.” I want you to like it.
Chris blindfolded her, and they both spun her around several times so she wouldn’t know in which direction they were walking. The tent was only about a quarter mile away. Close enough to the community to be quite safe, but far enough away that hopefully no one would be able to hear their games tonight. Because Roland really wanted to hear her screaming in release. He hoped that tonight’s sex would be the best ever. In particular, he aimed for Summer to come multiple times, from the BDSM, from their hands and mouths, and then from their final full-on fucking when they asked her to mate them.
He’d never been much of a man for superstitions, but once again he found himself crossing his toes, hoping that she’d agree with everything h
e and Chris had planned. He couldn’t recall crossing his fingers and toes very often after he’d been in elementary school, but since he’d known Summer, it’d become almost a regular part of his life. He always seemed to be waiting and hoping that she’d agree to something.
When they reached the door of the tent, Chris and Roland held Summer between them and quickly unlaced her boots and stripped her out of her jeans, panties, boots, and socks.
Roland pulled her T-shirt off, being careful not to move the blindfold. He didn’t want her to get any hints of what was ahead of her, even though she was standing with her back to the tent. While he did that, Chris unsnapped her bra and then stroked his big hand over her skin.
Roland watched Summer give a sexy little shiver. Sometimes he worried that their hands were a bit rough from all the hard physical work they did. But she seemed to like it. She never complained about calluses or cuts and scrapes on their skin. Maybe because she’d grown up in the desert and was used to it. Whatever the reason, he was pleased she didn’t mind because there was a lot of physical labor in their future, building the store and renovating at least one more old house in Roxburgh.
Roland pulled the tiny box with the nipple clips in it from his pocket and sucked a berry-brown nipple into his mouth. He pulled the flesh in deep and sucked firmly, delighting as her nipple swelled and hardened. Then he clamped the jewelry to the hard nub, screwing it securely, but not too tight.
With her second nipple, he nibbled on the surrounding flesh first before pulling the entire areola into his mouth, wetting it, waiting for it to engorge, and then affixing the jewelry.
Roland kneeled at her feet, licking and sucking her belly and biting the rim of her belly button but totally ignoring her delicious cunt. Already he could see beads of her sweet honey on her pussy lips, but he wanted her extremely aroused, and making her wait, denying her pleasure now, would heighten that arousal for her.