Don't Fight It: Hazard Falls Book 1

by Samantha A. Cole

  Lane shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Not at all, Darren, but you’re supposed to chat with them first, then romance them a bit before you ask for permission to touch them. You’re going about it all wrong, man. Now apologize to the ladies.”

  The drunk finally had the sense to appear sheepish. He took his hat off. “S-Sorry, ma’am . . . ma’ams. But the blonde over there . . .” He gestured with his forefinger over the opposite shoulder and almost poked Lane in the eye. “. . . said you wanted to dance and get down and dirty with—with every guy here. Guess that’s not true, huh?”

  “No, it’s not.” Although Paige couldn’t tell who Darren was pointing to, she had a pretty good idea it’d been Bridget who’d sent the man over. The woman was really getting on her nerves. Paige wondered if the bitch did have something to do with Shane’s truck being damaged.

  “Sorry, ma’am,” he repeated as he settled his hat back on his head. “Won’t happen again. Occifer, can you point me in the direction of my—my truck?”

  Lane snorted. “Nope, but I can give you a lift to your motel.”

  The man pivoted and almost lost his balance but managed to stay upright with a little assistance from Lane. Darren slapped the lawman’s shoulder. “Sounds good, but I gotta take a piss first.”

  “I’ll find you a tree along the way. Let’s go.”

  Crossing her arms, Lila shook her head as the two men sauntered away—well, one sauntered, the other staggered. “One guess who the blonde was.”

  “Don’t need to guess. I’ve had it up to here with her.” Paige brought her flat hand above her head.

  “With whom?”

  She spun around to see Tuck had returned. Knowing it was best to tell him what happened before he heard it from anyone else, she laid it all out as Lila stepped away to talk to a friend of hers. As Paige spoke, Tuck’s eyes narrowed.

  “Are you okay?” he asked when she was done, running his hands up and down her arms. She could see he was clenching his jaw.

  “Yeah, I’m fine.” He didn’t look like he believed her. “Really, Tucker, I’m fine. The guy apologized, and Lane’s taking him to a motel.”

  “Good. It’ll keep me from decking him.” He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, obviously curbing his anger. “Shane and Seth are changing the two tires, using the spare and the one from the ranch truck a few of the hands drove over. I think we better head home. Shane’s going to bitch about this all night if we let him, so we need to get his mind off it and onto something else.”

  Paige had a good idea what that “something else” was and she was all for it. They’d had a great time over the past two days, and she didn’t want the last hour to be the only thing they remembered. “Okay. But what about Bridget?”

  Gently taking her upper arm, he led her toward the parking lot. “Don’t worry. She’ll get what’s coming to her.”

  Shane’s jaw was tight as he followed Tuck and Paige into the house. He was beyond livid but didn’t want to take it out on them, so he’d tried to get himself under control during the entire ride back out to the ranch. Between the flat tires, keyed doors and panels on the truck, the drunk cowboy who’d dared to touch their woman, and the bitch who’d probably been behind it all, Shane needed an outlet for his anger. But he was worried he’d scare the hell out of Paige if he took Tuck the way he wanted to. She’d seen them fuck before, but never as intensely as it could get between the two of them.

  Shutting the front door behind them, he hung his hat next to Tuck’s on the coat rack in the foyer. It was the same one his father had used for most of Shane’s life after his mother had found it in a little antique shop just outside of Garden City.

  Without saying a word, Paige took his hand and then Tuck’s before leading them down the hall to the master bedroom. She released them, then sashayed across the room and sat on the chaise. Shane raised his eyebrows. “Whatcha doing over there, sweetheart?”

  “Tonight’s my night to watch and give orders. I don’t get to see everything when I’m in the middle.”

  He chuckled at her playfulness as his hands went to the buttons on his shirt. “You saw everything that night in the barn.”

  “Huh? What are you talking about?” Tuck was leaning on the bed and in the process of pulling off his boots when he froze and looked at the two of them in confusion.

  It was time to come clean. Shane took off his shirt and tossed it in the hamper just inside the walk-in closet. “The last time you and I fucked in the barn, our little woman here was up in the loft, getting an earful and probably an eyeful.”

  “You bastard,” Tuck said, but there was no anger in his tone. He shook his head and went back to getting undressed.

  Shane shed his boots, jeans and boxer briefs. Striding naked across the room, he stopped in front of Paige who was eyeing his erection. He held out his hand. Her brow furrowed as she took it and let him help her stand. He grasped the skirt of her dress and drew it up her body. “If you want to watch, that’s fine. But I want to watch you get yourself off as you do. Is that what you did in the barn, baby? Did you masturbate up there while we were fucking each other?”

  He pulled the dress up and over her head. Her pink cheeks answered his questions before she said anything. “Um, yeah.”

  “Thought so.” He removed her strapless bra and then shoved her panties down her legs until she could step out of them. “Leave your boots on. They’re sexy.”

  “I thought I was the one issuing orders tonight.”

  He gestured for her to take her seat again. “Nope, you’re issuing suggestions, I’ll be issuing the orders. Before you start, let me just do something first.”

  In another corner of the room was a standing mirror. He picked it up and put it next to the chaise at an angle. Meanwhile, Tuck had rid himself of all his clothes and walked over to stand in front of Paige. She licked her lips as she glanced back and forth between the two men’s groins. “Promise me something, though?”

  “Anything,” Tuck responded, his voice thick with desire and need as his gaze roamed her body.

  Shane repeated the word. “Anything, baby.”

  Her eyes met Shane’s and held them. “Don’t hold back.” When he tilted his head to the side, she added, “I know you’ve been gentler with me between you. Show me what happens when you don’t hold back with each other.”

  She was more perceptive than he’d known, but it didn’t surprise him. And she was right. Even that night in the barn, while it had been a damn good fuck, it still wasn’t as potent as it could be between him and Tuck. When anger and frustration was thrown into their lovemaking, it was explosive, tonight he was both angry and frustrated—but not at either of them. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.” There had been no hesitation in her answer and no uncertainty in her expression. She wanted to know everything about them, inside and out, no matter how overpowering it could be. Nothing had chased her away yet, so maybe she could deal with this as well.

  His chin dipped once in acquiescence. “As long as you masturbate for us.”

  Her gaze dropped to the floor. They’d taken her many different ways, with the exception of her ass, but that was going to change tonight. Shane had picked up a set of anal plugs on a trip into Garden City the week before. Paige had been nervous at first, but she’d consented to using them. After a week’s preparation, she was ready to take one of them in her ass while the other was in her snug pussy. The only other thing she hadn’t done yet was get herself off in front of them.

  Biting her bottom lip, she slowly dropped her hand to her bare sex. Shane hadn’t thought he could get any harder than he already was, but holy hell, that was hot. Her hand stilled. “I suggest you get started, because I won’t until you do.”

  Tuck barked out a laugh. “Yes, ma’am.” He turned to his husband. “You heard the lady.”

  Shane closed the distance between them and clutched Tuck’s head before smashing his mouth down on his. Their tongues dueled. One of Tuck’s hands claspe
d the back of Shane’s neck, while his other hand cupped his jaw. Both men battled for dominance, something they did on occasion, neither willing to give in right away. Shane knew his husband was pissed about the incident with the truck and the drunk hitting on Paige, but that didn’t scratch the surface of how Shane felt. He reached down and gripped Tuck’s cock as tightly as he could, and the man moaned into Shane’s mouth. Tuck kissed him along his jaw, then sank his teeth into Shane’s shoulder. That spurred him on. He grabbed his husband’s long locks, loving the fact he could use them to control him. He pulled, exposing Tuck’s neck, before running his tongue over the pulsating artery and corded muscles. But he didn’t stop there.

  Shoving Tuck against the wall, so he was facing Paige, Shane dropped to his knees. “Hands behind your head,” he growled. He was done playing.

  After Tuck did as he was told, clearly understanding Shane needed to be in control this time more than he did, Shane deep throated his thick cock. There would be no slow seduction. No gentleness. Nothing but a deep-seated need to take what was his and do as he pleased.

  Shane sucked and licked, his gaze trailing up the taut abdomen and chest above him before shifting to the left. The mirror was in the perfect position to let him see Paige. Her eyes were glued to the blowjob he was giving Tuck. Her fingers stroking her wet pussy. Damn, that’s so fucking hot. Her legs were spread wide, giving them both one hell of a show. Shane wouldn’t disappoint her and redoubled his efforts to return the favor.

  Releasing the cock for a moment, Shane spit on his fingers, the returned to sucking his husband’s erection. His hand went between Tuck’s legs, and he started to prep the hole he planned to fuck. But there were other things to take care of first. He worked a finger past Tuck’s sphincter, and the man bucked his hips forward, moaning loudly as he did so. Shane loved when there was no one else around to squelch Tuck’s vocal responses to the pleasure he was receiving. With Arianna home, it wasn’t often Shane got to hear Tuck lose control.

  “Fuck, Shane! Do that again. Oh, please.”

  That’s what he wanted to hear, Tuck begging.

  Shane took him to the back of his throat again and swallowed around the tip of his cock, as he finger-fucked Tuck’s ass. Cupping and rolling the man’s balls with his other hand, Shane sped up his assault, silently demanding his lover’s orgasm. Male and female moans filled the air. Shane claimed them both as his.

  Tuck gasped. “Oh, shit! Come with me, Paige. I’m going to fill Shane’s mouth.”

  “Yessss,” she hissed. “Oh, God, I’m close!”

  Without letting up, Shane watched Paige in the mirror. Her fingers were rubbing her clit as fast as they could go. Her other hand was at her breast, tugging and rolling the nipple. Feeling the sac in his hand draw upward, Shane thrust his finger as far as it would go into Tuck’s ass, setting off the man’s climax.

  “Oh, shit!” Tuck shouted as he shot streams of cum into his husband’s mouth. Shane swallowed every drop.

  Paige’s orgasm hit her hard. “Oh, God!” Her eyes slammed shut, her body quivering.

  As Tuck sagged against the wall, heaving for oxygen, Shane left him and crawled over to Paige. He grabbed the wrist of the hand still between her legs and licked every digit before moving it out of his way. He lapped at her cream-coated pussy, adding her taste to what was still on his tongue from Tuck. It wasn’t long before she climbed again, then screamed as she went over the edge.

  Now that both of his lovers were taken care of, it was Shane’s turn to find his release. Getting to his feet, he shoved Tuck face down over the edge of the bed, not worried if it seemed harsh. Tuck had submitted to Shane many times before. It would be rough, carnal, but utterly consensual. With their woman, they were able to be gentle and loving, with some mild kink thrown in there for good measure, but then the two men could unleash the beasts within them when it came to screwing each other.

  Dropping to his knees again, he spit on and tongued Tuck’s asshole, making sure he’d be able to get in without hurting him. His fingers dug into the man’s muscular ass cheeks, spreading them wide.

  Squirming under the attack, Tuck fisted the covers. “Fuck me, Shane! Fuck my ass, now!”

  He slapped his husband’s ass as he stood, leaving a pale-red handprint. Fisting his hard-on, he spread the pre-cum, that’d pearled at the tip, around the head of his shaft. Lining up with Tuck’s back hole, he eased in, fighting the urge to thrust hard. That would be coming in a moment, but first he had to get all the way in.

  Both men groaned as Tuck’s body yielded to the invasion. “Oh, shit, Shane! More!”

  “Getting there, babe.” He rocked his hips back and forth, gaining ground with each pass. His eyelids fluttered shut as he slid home. Finding a rhythm, he fucked his husband hard and fast. Gone were the thoughts about his truck, the drunk, Bridget, the reporters, and everything else. They’d been replaced by feelings of passion and ecstasy. His lovers were happily sated, and now he could join them in orgasmic bliss.

  Moaning and cursing, Tuck clenched around Shane’s cock, making him see stars. From her perch on the chaise, Paige murmured, “That is so freaking hot. I’ve got to watch more often.”

  Shane was more than willing to oblige her anytime she wanted to observe. His eyes opened in mere slits as he glanced down to where he was disappearing into his husband’s body. Yup, that was freaking hot. Grabbing Tuck’s hair again with one hand and his shoulder with the other, Shane pounded into his ass with such force that the bed inched across the floor beneath them. Wanting a different angle and to see Tuck’s face, Shane pulled out. “Flip over.”

  Within seconds, he was buried balls deep again. Tuck bent his knees and brought them to his chest, giving him room. Shane reached up and tweaked the man’s nipples, causing Tuck to tighten around the dick in his ass. “Fuck!”

  Even though he’d orgasmed just moments ago, Tuck grew hard. Shane wrapped his hands around the stiff flesh and pumped it in time to his own thrusts. “You’re gonna cum again, babe. I’m taking you with me.”

  “Yes! Oh, shit, Shane! Hurry!”

  Shane felt a tingling race down his spine and tightened his grip on the cock. When the climax hit him, he roared his release, emptying himself inside Tuck. A split second later, streams of semen shot onto his husband’s abdomen and chest as he came for the second time. “Fuuuuuucccckkkk!”

  Completely spent, Shane collapsed on top of Tucker, keeping some of his weight on his forearms, as the two struggled to catch their breath. After a few moments, he felt the bed dip, then Paige’s lips were on his. Opening his mouth, he let her tongue find her and Tuck’s taste in his mouth. Still deep inside his husband’s ass, Shane felt his dick begin to recover and prepare itself for round two. If he had his way, they’d be fucking all night and there was no doubt neither Paige nor Tuck would argue with him.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  While Shane had a blanket under his arm, Tuck carried the picnic basket as they walked into the local park adjacent to the little league baseball field. The town had sprung for one of those huge, inflatable screens and a movie projector and held movie nights twice a month during the late spring through early fall, when the weather was nice. Every other Friday night alternated between G-rated movies for the whole family and PG-13 for the older crowd. Tonight was the latter and for the first time in a long while, Tuck was looking forward to the show. It was guaranteed to be the talk of the town for weeks to come.

  “Paige! Over here!”

  The trio headed toward where Nicole was waving them over. There was an empty spot next to her and Hank. On the other side of the couple sat Lila and the guy she’d just started dating. Gavin Zeller had been a year ahead of Tucker in high school, which made him four years older than Lila, who’d been in the same class as Gavin’s sister, Gabby. Lila had run into the sister and brother at the Rodeo Bonanza two weeks earlier, and Gabby had introduced Lila to Gavin. He’d never met her before since he’d graduated the year before Lila was a freshman. T
he divorced father of two, who lived about a half hour away from Hazard Falls, and the single teacher had hit it off and had gone on a few dates since then. Tuck thought Gavin was a nice guy—just as he’d been in high school—and he didn’t mind his sister hooking up with him.

  There were hugs and handshakes when the threesome joined the other two couples. Shane spread out their blanket then held Paige’s hand as she lowered herself to the ground. The two men sat on either side of her. Within a few minutes, drinks and sandwiches had been handed out.

  Tuck glanced around. The park’s lawn was filled with the usual who’s who of the town and surrounding county, and, as expected, the mayor and his family were in attendance. Over the years, movie nights had become social events. Some people brought lounge chairs, while others preferred blankets. Wine and beer were allowed, but no hard liquor. People could bring their own food or purchase popcorn, hot dogs, hamburgers, and other snacks from a concession stand that was also open during little league games.

  Tonight’s feature was supposed to be The Princess Bride, but Tuck and Shane knew the town was in for a little surprise. After the Rodeo Bonanza, Shane had come up with the idea of hiring a private detective from Garden City to delve into Bridget Kline’s past. What the man had uncovered was going to be sweet revenge. With the help of Jack Mueller, an electrician who ran the projector for each event, the scheduled movie had been swapped out for one that was a little more risqué, starring the mayor’s daughter.

  Apparently, Bridget had been a very, naughty girl while vacationing with friends a few years ago in Corpus Christi, Texas. After a few martinis and shots of tequila, she and two of her girlfriends had ended up at a “gentlemen’s” club where they’d proceeded to do a bit of pole and lap dancing, among other things. Two guys they’d hooked up with earlier in the evening had somehow managed to film some of the show. How the private detective had gotten his hands on it, Tucker had no idea, but it didn’t matter. With Jack’s computer knowledge, they’d blurred out a few faces and private parts, but there would be no mistaking who the blonde was and what she was doing.