Amanda’s Patient Hunks

by Eileen Green

  The next few days the woman slept more and more until she slipped away. Terence had been moody, and all Amanda could do was give him space and her support.

  Jimmy stood behind Amanda at the cemetery with his arm around her waist. Since this was a public place, she wasn’t going to hold Terence’s hand during the service, but apparently, he didn’t care. He had stood next to her and had grasped her hand. She had to wonder what people had thought, but like he had said before, this was their life, and they should be able to be happy the way they wanted. Besides, most of the people there were older friends of the Hawkinses.

  There would be a reception at a restaurant where Terence had rented the banquet room for the event. With him being single, and his mother passing in the home, he felt it was best not to have it at the house. Amanda had already taken off two nights of work to be with Terence and help with the arrangements during the days, and she had to go to work tonight. She would go to the restaurant to be with him, support him, even though it meant she would not be getting any sleep before she began her shift.

  When Terence stepped away from the casket, Amanda stepped up to it and placed a white rose in the center of it. Not caring what people thought of her, she leaned over the shiny wood and whispered, “I promise to take care of him.” Walking back to her two men, she fought back the tears that filled her eyes.

  While the attendees made their way up to say their good-byes, Terence turned to Amanda. His body looked impeccable in his dark blue suit. She didn’t know how she could be thinking about how sexy he was while they were at his mother’s funeral.

  His eyes were sad and tired-looking. Fine lines feathered out from the corners of his eyes while a dark tinge clung to the bags that had developed under them.

  “I want to come over to see you before we go to the restaurant,” he then whispered in her ear, “I need to hold you.”

  Amanda nodded. “I’ll be there,” she whispered back, hating the sob that escaped. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too, honey.” He didn’t touch her, but she knew he wanted to.

  Jimmy stepped around her, grabbed Terence, and held him in a giant bear hug. When her two men separated, they were both teary. “We’ll see you in a bit, buddy.”

  Once they were back at Amanda’s house, she and Jimmy settled to work in the kitchen. Jimmy put together a salad while Amanda whipped up an Italian pasta dish with plenty of cheese on it. Once she had put it in the oven, she leaned against the counter with her hip.

  Her mother had taught her to cook some dishes when she was young, but when Jasper came to live with Amanda, she needed to learn to cook a wider range of dishes. She taught herself by reading recipes and watching the Food Network. With plenty of mistakes behind her, she had to admit she had become a pretty good cook.

  Jimmy approached her, a wicked smile on his lips. “You look sexy with tomato sauce on your cheek,” he teased before he leaned in and licked said cheek. “Mmm, spicy.”

  Amanda giggled as she slid her arms around his waist. She didn’t know how she could be frisky after a funeral, but she did know life went on. The only problem was there wasn’t privacy.

  It was spring break, and Genny had gone over to Helena to visit her boyfriend. Jasper was old enough to stay by himself, but Amanda hadn’t been comfortable leaving him alone at night. Of course, she had been off work because of Terence’s situation but had gone home each night, so tonight would be the first night he would be alone.

  However, right now, she was desperate for her men. Could they chance doing anything without Jasper hearing? He had respected their privacy in the few nights the men had come to visit, so perhaps she and Jimmy could fool around.

  “Come with me,” she instructed softly as she took his hand. Jasper had already worked out earlier, so the garage should be safe for a while.

  The garage was cold, but Amanda didn’t care. She sat on the weight bench and felt her face heat as she thought about what she was about to do on her brother’s equipment.

  Reaching out, she pulled Jimmy to her by the waistband of his slacks. He had worn a black suit, one he had for other reasons, yet it still looked good on him. The coat had been hung up on the coatrack by the front door along with his tie. He had unbuttoned the top two buttons of his gray shirt.

  To Amanda, he was sex on a stick in the unconventional clothes. She did like him in his tight blue jeans with the worn patches on showed off his beautifully shaped ass and his T-shirts that were so tight they showcased every muscle above said jeans.

  With a clumsy hand, she undid the slide button of his slacks and then slid the zipper down as Jimmy texted Terence where they were. His large cock sprang out of the V in his pants, covered in white cotton.

  Looking up at Jimmy, she found his eyes half-lidded with passion and his lips parted. He set his phone aside as she returned her gaze to the wet spot that was forming on his underwear. She licked her suddenly dry lips.

  She hadn’t given a blow job before. Whenever they were together, the guys were too busy pleasuring her and told her there would be plenty of time later for it. Well, now was later.

  After pushing his slacks down his muscled thighs, Amanda pulled his briefs away from him in the front. Clearing his cock, she pushed those down around his thighs and reached out for him. He stepped closer to her, his breath already ragged as he continued to look down at her.

  His cock was beautiful. Long and thick in its aroused state, it rose out of the blond curly thatch in a V away from his body. It was pale like the parts of Jimmy that didn’t get kissed by the sun. The blue vein that ran up the length of him was pronounced as were the smaller ones that branched out from it. Purplish-red was the mushroomed head, the color reminding Amanda of a child throwing a temper tantrum. Crowning the top of this work of art was a drop of manly dew.

  His sac was large, hanging low between his legs. Looking at him, she found he rivaled any of the statues she had seen in books and shows with museum pieces in them.

  Tentatively, Amanda leaned in and licked at the drop of precum. She savored it in her mouth and found that, even though it was a tangy salty flavor, it wasn’t bad.

  Jimmy’s cock had bounced against the bottom of his shirt when she had tasted him, and now, he was pulling the gray cottony material up out of the way. She had to stifle a giggle when she got an image of her neighbors watching Jimmy leave with white splotches on his shirt.

  Opening her mouth wide, she engulfed the head of his dick, reveling in the feel of his cock throbbing against her chin. She reached up and felt his sac. It was heavy and warm, big like the rest of him.

  Amanda held just the soft head of him in her mouth and ran her tongue around him several times before she began to slide her lips down the length of him. It hurt her mouth as she took him to her throat, for her mouth hadn’t been that stretched before, and she knew this was something she would have to get used to.

  When he struck her throat, she nearly gagged and pulled back until she was caressing just the head of him again with her lips. Trying again, she knew what to expect, so she didn’t go as far down on him.

  Jimmy sank his hand into her hair as his ragged breathing could be heard above her. He adjusted his stance, causing his prick to move. She resituated herself and took him deep.

  After several passes, she was beginning to get used to the feel in her mouth, and she found she was enjoying it. At work, she had heard some of the women talk about how they hated to give blow jobs. Perhaps, Amanda thought now, it was because they didn’t love the person they were giving it to.

  Finding a rhythm, Amanda bobbed her head up and down as she pleasured Jimmy. Gasps and moans began to fill the garage as she could tell something was about to change.

  His balls drew up tight while his cock seemed to grow rounder in her mouth. He splayed his hands at the crown of her head and began to thrust himself into her mouth, controlling the action. All at once, his jism began to spurt into her mouth, and she tried her best to drink it down, but knew she had
let some escape her lips.

  He stopped thrusting but held himself in her mouth, releasing his hold on her head. What had begun as her servicing him turned into him taking his pleasure.

  She let her gaze slide up his torso. His eyes were closed yet clinched. His mouth was open in a silent cry.

  It was about a minute before Jimmy began to move. He looked down at her, his blue eyes dark with his passion. A concerned look crossed his features as he pulled his dick from her mouth. He knelt down to face her.

  “I’m so sorry, baby girl. I got carried away and put too much pressure on you. Can you forgive me?”

  She was confused. “What do you mean by pressure?” she asked, her lips feeling a bit funny from being stretched out.

  He reached out, wrapped a hand around the nape of her neck, and drew her closer to his face. Laying his forehead against hers, she found the gesture sweet and endearing.

  “I wanted you to go at your own pace. It was your ball game, and I just moved in and took over. Did I hurt you?” he asked, his voice cracking a little.

  “You didn’t hurt me,” she replied, a touch angry. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Jimmy. I loved it when you took control. It was manly and sexy as hell. I wouldn’t change a thing.”

  A sigh emanated from him, revealing his relief. Before he could say anything, Terence’s voice sounded from behind her. “It was absolutely hot to watch, and I wouldn’t mind having a go at it myself.”

  She didn’t take her eyes off Jimmy as she reminded him, “I meant what I said. It was magnificent. I just need to get used to my mouth being stretched out so much.”

  “We can give you lots of practice then, my love,” Jimmy whispered, his endearment bringing tears to her eyes.

  Amanda didn’t know what she had done to be so lucky to have two men love her.

  Jimmy leaned in and planted a kiss on her lips before instructing lightheartedly, “Now, go take care of your other lover.” His hand disappeared from her neck as he stood.

  Smiling, Amanda turned to Terence, who had removed his coat also. His tie had been loosened at his neck and the first couple of buttons undone. His face was tense even though a smile graced his lips. She stood and let him move into her arms.

  She wrapped her arms around him tightly, as if letting him know she would hold him up if needed. He let out a long sigh as his body relaxed a little into hers, the events of the past few days weighing heavily on his shoulders.

  Amanda found that it was nice to be needed by someone besides Jasper. She knew her brother loved her, but he didn’t tell her. He was as mum with her as he was with his therapist. The knowledge that he talked to other kids online hurt, but she also knew she was a constant reminder that she wasn’t there when his life got turned upside-down.

  Jimmy and Terence told her often, either in person, on the phone, or by text that they loved her. They showed her as much as possible, and not just with sex. Occasionally flowers were waiting for her at the nurse’s station when she went into work, or a box of chocolate had been left for her in her mailbox.

  There were times she regretted pushing Jimmy aside for so long, but now, she knew they needed to wait for Terence to come along.

  Laying a kiss along the side of his neck was about all Amanda could do until Terence let her go. He was holding onto her like she was a lifeline. She was happy she was there for him.

  It was mid-March now, but it was still cold outside, and the sun was sinking behind the mountains to the west when Amanda and Jimmy arrived home. Here Terence was without his coat, and he felt chilly.

  “Aren’t you cold?” she asked against the collar of his shirt.

  “As long as I’m in your arms, I’m good.” His words were warm against the side of her head.

  “Well, then, let’s see if I can get you warmed up,” she murmured.

  Terence stepped out of her embrace to where Jimmy had been standing. Jimmy was standing at the door to the house. “I’m going to check on the dinner. I’ll be right back.”

  He was gone in a flash, but not before he winked at her. She sat back on the weight bench, the coldness seeping through the black slacks she had donned for the funeral. It was then she realized she was still wearing the white apron with the words “Kiss Me I’m The Cook” on it that she had put on over her dark purple silk blouse. Her blazer was hanging next to Jimmy’s coat on the hall tree. At that moment, she thought she must look a sight to Terence.

  Reaching out, she undid Terence’s belt and then the button and zipper of his slacks. Amanda pushed those down along with his boxer-briefs. She had to make sure nothing got on his clothes before he went to the restaurant, as his house was clear across town.

  His cock was ready for her, jumping out at its freedom. Nearly as wide as Jimmy’s, Terence’s was a bit shorter, and hooked a bit inward toward his stomach. The pearly drop of dew that awaited her drew her in as if a magnet.

  Reverently, she kissed the top of his cock, the head looking angry in its purplish hue. The taste of his precum was as tangy, but not as salty, as Jimmy’s. She always thought every man tasted the same.

  Terence groaned as she kissed his cock, and he widened his stance. His balls were tight and high but hung below his closely trimmed patch of dark brown hair. The vein was curvy as it made its way up the shaft, disappearing under the V at the edge of the mushroomed head.

  Amanda gave the side of his cock an openmouthed kiss before she moved up and engulfed him entirely. Feeling him at the back of her throat, she sucked on him as she dragged her mouth back up to his tip. He drew in an audible breath as she began to bob up and down on his shaft.

  He gave her freedom, but only for a couple minutes. Terence’s hand combed through her hair, grasping at it. Tears formed in her eyes, but she didn’t care. This was for her man.

  As she slid down his dick, he pressed her head down farther. She gagged at the intrusion in her throat, but she swallowed and found that it helped open her throat further, and his cock liked it, for it gave a slight bounce.

  Giving over to Terence, she let him guide her head, which meant he was fucking her mouth. In and out he went as the bite of pain in her head sparked moans to escape her. She wrapped her arms around his thighs, which gave her leverage with his quick actions. Quicker and quicker, he thrust into her.

  Occasionally he let out a hiss, for her teeth would accidentally scrape at his cock, which she mentally filed away to practice this maneuver in the future to stop doing that. Her own moans mixed with his groans as her saliva ran from her mouth.

  All too soon, Terence held her head still, his cockhead in her throat. Long strands of his cum shot out of his pulsing prick, hitting the back of her throat. Swallowing as fast as she could, she got most of it. When he was finished, he pulled gently from her mouth before he began to soften. She knew it was for her benefit.

  Wanting to make sure he was clean, she licked his cock all over, for he would need to put his pants back on to get to the bathroom in the house. She laid a kiss on the corona before she sat up.

  “That was magnificent,” he praised her as he bent to pull up his pants. Looking up at him, she could see the happiness and satisfaction in his face, a welcome change from how he looked when he had arrived.

  “I’m glad you liked it,” she said, even though her mouth felt sticky.

  “Terence was right. That is a sight to watch,” Jimmy said from his spot between the weights on the bar at the head of the weight bench. He had his chin propped on one hand that was on the bar, and in the other hand, he had a bottle of water, which he handed to her.

  She blushed at his comment, not sure what to say, so she said nothing. She accepted the water and drank down half of it before coming up for air. That helped get some of the stickiness out of her mouth.

  “The cheese on the casserole is nicely browned, and it’s packed up in that casserole carrier you left out.” Jimmy spoke as he helped her up. “We need to get going.”

  Nodding, she moved toward the door, stopping whe
n her hand was on the nob. “I hope I did everything all right since it was my first time.”

  “You did,” the two men replied in unison. Their confirmation gave her a little spring in her step as she went into brush her teeth and then gather up what they needed to take to the dinner.

  Chapter Eleven

  Surprise struck five people as Jasper signed that he wanted to go riding with the guys.

  They were at the Circle G for a therapy session. Jasper had told Amanda that he didn’t need the repetitious babysitting of the helper that had been assigned to him. He didn’t have a mental issue, nor a physical one, so why was he there?

  Jimmy had thought the same thing, but he didn’t voice his opinion. Jasper wasn’t family in the sense that he could tell the boy, or Amanda, what to do. He would be family soon enough, and even then, Jimmy would just be a sounding board for the boy, unless Amanda wanted him to participate in a more fatherly fashion. That was up to her.

  The guys were going out to see if they could spot where the wolves that had been stalking the Circle G stock could possibly be coming from. Connor Lawton, the sheriff of Lake County, was also having the same problem on the northwest part of his ranch, where it bordered Circle G land.

  Since Jimmy was there, he volunteered to go with the guys. However, they were going out in teams of two. Jimmy was a lone man by the time they divided everyone up. Ozzie had to stay at the Lazy R due to an injured horse. That was when Jasper offered his help, riding with Jimmy.

  Jasper had been excelling in his horsemanship. Since no one had to repeatedly help with tasks, or get the child up and down from the horses, Jasper had been left to his own devices, just like with school. Once he had the knack of handling a horse, Running Wolf was letting Jasper out of the arena to ride around the barn areas until it was time to come in.

  Jimmy looked down at Amanda, his left brow arched questionably. He could see that she was thinking hard on it. Was it a trust issue? Did she not want him out of her sight?