She could see why Scott stayed with Dillon for as long as he did. “Thank you for your honesty and truth. I have a request.” She waited for Dillon to look at her before she continued. “I invite you over for dinner next week for Scott’s birthday.” She blew out a deep breath, hoping Dillon saw the bigger request between the lines.
Dillon laughed, slapping his lap and nodded to Melinda. “Sure, I will bring myself as his birthday gift?” He smirked at her.
Melinda nodded. “Yes, but don’t mention this to Scott next week while you work together. I want you to be his surprise.” She stood up and faced Dillon. “But know that I will be there, this will be a group event, not a nostalgic fuck.”
Dillon became serious and nodded. “You are something else Melinda Kemp. But if it’s ok with you, I might do my best to tempt him, to make him more open to your plan,” he suggested.
“Great idea.” Her phone buzzed. “Scott is heading back to the house. I appreciate you, Dillon. I had a feeling when I saw you two together last night something was still strong between you.” She chose not to mention him jerking off calling out his name. That she kept to herself. She had some pride. And the remedy of that pride is to bring in her competition. If Scott ended up needing to be with Dillon, at least she gave them all an even chance.
Dillon walked Melinda to her car, opening the door. She spontaneously hugged him then get into her car. “I’ll call you this week with the details.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” He tipped his hat at her as she pulled out.
Melinda could not believe she came up with such a crazy idea. She admitted the idea of Scott and Dillon having a sexual encounter turned her on. She was not jealous; she wanted Scott to be happy. And if that means bringing Dillon into their bed, so be it.
*****
Thursday morning Scott showered and dressed in his most faded work clothes. It surprised him to learn he still fit into these old jeans, they were a little snug. He will give Dillon a good tease.
Melinda walked into the bedroom. “Hey birthday man, you ready for breakfast?”
“I’m ready. My parents asked about our plans for my birthday.” He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her toward him.
Melinda took in a quick breath. “I have a special dinner planned. But if you want to stop by their place after work, you can visit with them for a bit.”
Scott’s hands cupped Melinda’s ass as he pulled her against him, leaning in to kiss her full on her lips. “Sounds like a plan. Let me know if I need to pick up anything on my way home tonight.”
“Just bring yourself and your appetite.” She winked and guided him toward the kitchen.
Scott easily fell in to the rhythm of the ranch. Working with Dillon was comfortable if not taunting. It felt as if Dillon was trying to tease him. Not that anyone would notice. He was subtle with a scratch there or a stretch here. Finally, the long shift ended and no one even wished him a happy birthday. No matter, he knew what he had waiting for him tonight.
“See you tomorrow, Dillon.” Scott waved as he entered his truck.
“Yup.” Was all he said.
He headed to his parents before his big night with Melinda. He put on the radio, looking for a fast and fun song, to reflect his excitement. He settled on an old Bad Company song, appropriately enough “Ready for Love.”
He pulled into his parent’s driveway and headed for the door.
“Happy Birthday, my baby boy!” His mother kissed his cheek and let him enter.
“Thanks, Ma.” He smiled and pulled out a box from his pocket. “I’m gonna propose to Melinda this weekend.” He opened the box, displaying the ring he picked out. I’m looking for a female opinion.”
“Oh, Scott! Leave it to you to buy a gift for someone else on your birthday.”
He laughed. “I know but I think she’s the one and if we want to start a family, this seems like the most logical step.”
“Well, your father and I both love Melinda.” She pulled out a larger box and handed it to him. “It’s just a little something from us. You don’t have to open it now. You go. Have a great Birthday. Let us know what she says.”
“I love you both.” Scott kissed his mother cheek and headed home.
#
Melinda was nervous. Now that the night is finally here, she could not believe what she was instigating. Scott is on his way home. She called Dillon. “How long until you get here?” She asked, excitement in her voice.
“I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”
“Perfect. I’m going to be occupying him. Dillon, I need you to take the lead and join us like it was a typical occurrence. No hesitations, no modesty, just do what feels right and don’t worry about me or my feelings…”
“Ok, ok, Mel. I understand. You want Scott to have the best of both worlds.” He got quiet for a moment. “Melinda, I don’t know whether to thank you or curse you.”
“I guess that all depends on how much you get off now doesn’t it?” She asked and hung up the phone. She knew what she had to do. Seduce her man.
She put on her short red mini dress, thigh high stockings and matching red heels. Scott came home to see Melinda sitting on the sofa in a sultry position. “Hey, handsome, go shower and meet me here.”
Scott swallowed hard and shut the door. He quickly headed to the shower to wash off his day.
Ten minutes later he was in his silky boxers, flaunting his tight abdominal muscles.
Her come hither look brought him to the sofa where she waited for him. He sat beside her not moving just staring at her. “You look amazing.”
Melinda smiled, unsure where to start. She needed to have him thoroughly distracted when Dillon arrives. She put her hand around his neck and guided him on top of her on the sofa. They shared a passionate kiss. For Melinda, this was like the first time. Knowing Scott’s ex was going to be joining them excited her more than she imagined it would.
Scott smiled at her, sliding her panties off with one quick action. Melinda grabbed each of her nipples and moaned. “I want to feel you inside me again, Baby.” She whispered, wrapping her legs around him.
Her hand reached into his boxers and squeezed him hard on. “Mmm, just how I like you, hard and ready.” She slid down his boxers as he stood to remove them fully.
He leaned down, nipping at her nipples, caressing her body as he brought his body on top of hers. “I love you, Melinda.” He entered her fully in one long movement.
“Ohh, Scott. That feels so good.” She felt his whole cock moving inside her and closed her eyes. He was deliberate in his motions. Each stroke, long and even, not rushing.
She had them turned away from the front door so Scott in his excitement did not hear Dillon come in. Melinda smiled at him and winked. She leaned up to kiss him. “Happy Birthday, Scott.” Was all she said when Dillon, now undressed came up behind Scott and rubbed his hands on his ass.
“Happy Birthday, Scott,” Dillon whispered.
Scott stopped for a moment, staring at Melinda. She continued thrusting her hips into him, not allowing him to think too much. “Don’t stop, Scott.” She did not want him to freak out and run out of the room. “Just let us share you. We both want this.”
He continued his motions, slower but he did not stop. He did look confused but, but between Melinda’s soothing words and Dillon rubbing his body. He nodded and closed his eyes.
#
Scott was shocked. He felt the warm, soft body of Melinda below him, then the once familiar, calloused hands of Dillon, rubbing his ass and back. Melinda somehow knew what he needed. He opened his heart to the moment and just felt.
Her body was so responsive. He did not want to come too quickly. Dillon teased Scott’s anus, pouring some lubrication down and gently stretching his sphincter muscles.
Oh my God. I never thought I would feel this again. He hoped Dillon would top him. What a perfect scenario. Him fucking Melinda, while Dillon fucks him. Scott was more than ready. He looked at Mel, she really loved him. He continue
d thrusting inside her, his one leg on the floor for stability.
He withdrew fully then penetrated her deep. A few more times and she was panting. Dillon’s fingers were stretching him, reaching his prostate.
Scott thought he would come right then, but focused on pleasuring Melinda. “I love you.” He said to her as he leaned in to kiss her again.
Dillon stood, the tip of his cock edging into Scott’s lubricated anus. “Oh my God, yes, Dillon, fuck me.” He said as he continued staring at Melinda.
He was afraid to break eye contact with her and this all be a dream. “I have never felt so open, Melinda.” Dillon penetrated his cock another two inches inside him. Matching the rhythms of Scott and Melinda.
Soon the three were in sync with Scott being the pivot of action. Dillon continued rubbing Scott’s back, holding onto his waist as the three came close to climax.
“Scott, don’t stop, I’m so close!” Melinda cried out.
“Oh, my God, this is so perfect.” Scott closed his eyes again trying to hold back his orgasm. He knew from experience, Dillon could hold out forever if he wanted to. And now remembering how talented his cock really was. Dillon was hitting his spot as Scott was hitting Melinda’s.
“I’m gonna lose it,” he cried out. In on massive movement, a wave of orgasm flowed through the three of them.
“Yes, Scott, I’m coming.” Melinda cried in time with Scott who was only able to grunt his orgasm as Dillon pushed him deeper into Melinda.
Dillon was the last to climax as he thrust a few more times, finishing the wave of orgasm between them.
Dillon gently backed out and sat back on the sofa behind the couple.
Scott gently withdrew from Melinda, giving her a final kiss before sitting up. He turned to Dillon, making the decision to straddle Dillon’s lap.
He began kissing Dillon fully on the mouth. He held his chin and rubbed his hands on Dillon’s chest. “Jesus, Dillon, you are a beast.” He smiled, and looked over at Melinda.
She was smiling and just sitting facing them. He felt her love and her compassion. He saw she was happy with his happiness. She somehow knew Dillon also made him happy.
“Thank you both.” He smiled at Dillon and Melinda. “This has been the best birthday, ever.”
Dillon grabbed his head and began kissing him with a force. Scott was not sure what will happen in the future; if Dillon would agree to this again. But he knew this night, was special. He had the two people he loved most in the world naked on the sofa with him right now and that is all that mattered.
The one thing he learned while in the Marines is there is no guarantee of a tomorrow. He would live this moment in his mind forever.
Dillon’s kisses both excited him and grounded him. He reached for Melinda’s hand and she came over toward them.
Scott turned his head and kissed Melinda. She would be his wife. She would be the mother of his children. But where does Dillon fit-in in his life?
He knew this was a constant fear.
Maybe if Melinda agreed, they could keep their relationship open to Dillon. Scott knew Dillon wanted to keep in the closet. Maybe he could be with them without the rest of the world knowing.
Scott looked between the two of them and smiled. Right now, he knew what he really wanted to do. “Let’s take this into the bedroom and maybe take it slower this time?”
Melinda smiled, nodding. Dillon shrugged, but Scott saw the happiness in his eyes and knew his heart.
Tonight would just be the beginning, making a perfect soldier’s return.
THE END
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Bonus Story 18 of 44
Hearts of Dust
Description
When Angus and Travis, notorious thieves and stagecoach raiders, see the fancy stagecoach with a lone female occupant of obvious wealth they think they have found an easy mark. They do not expect the pretty blonde to pull a gun on them and lock them up, nor do they expect her to recognize them and take them in for the hefty bounty that's been placed upon their heads.
When Genevieve is mistaken for a famous bounty hunter, she thinks that her best chance at survival is to keep up the facade. But when one thing after another goes wrong, she realizes that her plans for the future are going to need a change. When they end up taking shelter in an abandoned farm house everything changes.
Will she be able to turn in infamous robbers, Travis “The Gentleman” Montgomery and Angus “The Dust Devil” Graves?
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Her husband was buried beneath a pile of dust and rocks, and it was, by far, the most sensible thing that he had ever done. Lord William Tavers had, until very recently, been in possession of an adventurous spirit, one that he had often imposed upon his wife. His latest imposition had been to sell their very fine estate, and their Charleston townhome, pack their every belonging, and send it out west.
“West,” he had said, his eyes filled with that peculiar light he got, “was where life was really worth living. There are no comforts to soften the blow!”
Personally, Genevieve thought that life was worth living because of the comforts, not in spite of them.
“Miss?” the stagecoach driver asked, pulling her out of her reverie. His hands clutched his dirty and tattered hat, clearly not wishing to be an imposition to a mourning widow. The entirety of him was covered in several days’ worth of dust and grime. She had no right to cast stones, her own clothing had a persistent layer of dust and she had not had a bath in several days. “
We need to be off if we want to make Silver Creek before nightfall,” he explained.
“Are you familiar with this place?”
“Oh, I am, my cousin lives there, runs a fine hotel, if you are interested.”
“Quite.” She pulled her mourning veil over her face. “A good meal and a bed will go a long way towards mending my heart.”
The words were correct, but there was no real feeling behind them. She wanted to be bothered by the fact that she felt nothing for the man who had been her husband for many years, but she couldn't quite bring herself to it. Instead she turned herself to more necessary matters. “Is there a man of the law in Silver Creek?”
“A man of the law?”
“A sheriff, a lawyer? A marshal perhaps? Anything of the sort? I will need to inform someone of my husband's death for legal reasons.” Such as freeing up the funds that he had gotten when her life had been well and thoroughly uprooted.
“The county shares a marshal with some of the other towns, I can't say as he will be there. He gets called from one place to the next pretty often, but you can always send a post to summon him back. Or whatever you'd like.”
“Yes, of course.”
The coach driver nodded and helped her into the carriage. God, she detested these four walls. It didn't matter that they were elegantly decorated with fine wooden inlays. She detested everything about it.
A feeling that was perpetuated by the jostling of the stagecoach as it continued on towards Colorado. The loud clatter of the wooden wheels across the dusty ill-prepared earth echoed in her head, turning the ever growing headache into a savage pulse behind her blue-gray eyes. They were hardly her best feature, no that was certainly her hair, a crowning glory of honey-wheat, a shade that, when brushed correctly, could be luminescent gold. Though it was several decent baths past looking anything like gold right now.
That was not her most pressing problem. Genevieve longed for the days when the condition of her hair had been her greatest concern. Her problem now, was the fact that she was going to Colorado, wild and unsettled, with no husband, no home and no income to speak of.
What was she going to do?
“What are you going to do, Genevieve?” she asked to the four unrelenting walls.
She could, of course, turn back. She could go to Charleston or New Orleans or one of the other civilized cities, and see about using the funds that her husband had accumulated to setting up a home for herself.
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bsp; As what? She thought to herself, her pale pink lips forming a line of frustration across her elegant face. As a young childless widow with her husband's debts?
It was just his adventurous spirit that lead him out West. No indeed, her husband had a love of many frivolous things, such as card games, wild women, and any newfangled creation he could purchase. When she had been sixteen and newly a woman she had found his liveliness and passion heartening. As she'd grown older, she had seen him for what he was, a child with the years of a man.
Her headache grew larger. She rubbed her fingers across her forehead. She had some wealth that she had ferreted away from her frivolous spouse, enough to pay for a few weeks at a decent hotel, longer at a cheap one. Then what?
There were a myriad of stories about women who thrived in the unsettled West. Women who were cattle herders and business owners. There was even Grace Jones, The Widow, a real honest to God lady bounty hunter. It was wonderful to read about from the comfortable distance of a book, the reality of it was overwhelming. She was a woman of means, her entire life had been geared towards being a wife of a fine house and to raise children.
She huffed, realizing that she had failed on both of those fronts. She had no home and no children.
Tears, not of mourning but of self-pity, welled in the corners of her eyes. They were gathering there when the coach took a sudden hard left. She slid across the bench of the seat, her shoulder hitting the velvet covered wall hard enough that she knew there would be a bruise on her otherwise pale skin.
“Sir?” she called to the coach driver.
“Robbers!” he called out.
Her heart started to race. Stagecoach robbers, or raiders, whatever a person wanted to call them, made their dubious living raiding travelers of their wares, belongings and wealth. It was well known that women did not fare well in these situations.
Genevieve's mind quickened. There was a gun inside the coach, her husband had insisted on buying the thing. What had he called it? She couldn't remember the name of it. It didn't much matter now.
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