Kansas City Shuffle

by Talya Bosco

When he pulled out, she felt herself tense up.

  “Sweetheart, are you sure you want this?” He wrapped an arm around her and held her back against him.

  Larissa let out her breath with a soft laugh. “Yeah, I do. I guess I'm more nervous than I thought.”

  “Then let's forget it.”

  “No. Please, Devon? If it hurts too much, I'll tell you, okay? I promise.”

  “But—”

  “Devon, please. I want you both inside me. Please.”

  Larissa knew Devon wanted it, and her heart swelled that he would show such concern when they were obviously all so excited. She didn't want to lose the moment to indecision.

  “Devon, I want you to take me hard and fast from behind. I want you to fuck my ass as Jared fucks my pussy.” The words that came out of her mouth surprised her a bit, but the fact that they made her hotter than she had been a second before surprised her even more.

  She leaned forward against Jared and tried to position herself for Devon. “Take me, Devon, please.”

  His groan was the only answer she got as she felt him place his cock at her tight back entrance. He was wet with her juices, and her ass was well stretched thanks to his ministrations.

  At the first bit of pressure, she breathed out and pushed back, eager to feel him in her. Jared had her in such a position that she could slowly move down and back and not lose him, and she did so, feeling every centimeter as Devon forced his way past her outer ring of muscles and slid into her back passage.

  Once he was fully in, they all stopped a moment. Larissa gradually became used to the sensation of being filled by both men. She thought Jared and Devon had filled her on their own, but together they were more than she could put words to.

  It wasn't just physical either. It was more. Their arms were wrapped around her, and there wasn't a part of her that didn't feel protected or desired.

  But she wanted more. She wanted what she'd asked for. She wanted to be fucked.

  “Move.” Her order was muffled against Jared's shoulder, but they must have heard her because Devon slowly began to slide out. Jared waited until Devon started back in before he moved out.

  They alternated strokes, filling her in turn as they made love to her. But they were going too slow; she wanted it harder, faster. She was in the mood for hot sex, and they were giving her loving.

  Grabbing hold of Jared's shoulders, she pulled herself up, then forced herself down on both of them at the same time. A cry escaped her mouth at the pleasant pain that shot through her at the feel of them in her so deep.

  Devon grabbed hold of her hips and began to pump her in earnest while she rode Jared's cock for all she was worth.

  The orgasm built once again as they fucked her. Tension swirled around in her head, her body, getting ready to release. Each fuck, each thrust, strung her tighter and tighter until her insides snapped like a rubber band, sending her screaming, thrusting against both of her men.

  Devon yelled her name as he pushed into her ass one more time, and she felt his cock pulse as it released its hot liquid into the latex. Jared slammed against her hard, pulling her into his arms as he shuddered his release.

  Chapter Nine

  Larissa looked out at the beautiful scenery around her. They'd been driving for over five hours, and she was completely lost. “Where are you taking me?” All they'd told her was they were taking her to the Ozarks, and had made her pack clothes for a couple of days. Hell, they'd even made her call Susan on the way down this morning after they'd left, when she couldn't stop them.

  Of course, they'd left at six o'clock in the morning. She wasn't about to call Susan then. Other than that, they wouldn't tell her a thing. No hint as to what waited for her there, other than to just bring casual clothes.

  For the last hour they'd been driving through the heart of the Ozark Mountains, and she had to say she was impressed. They weren't as high as what she was used to, but they were absolutely beautiful. She could see why people would settle here, even if they were hours from civilization.

  They'd left the last town nearly forty-five minutes ago, and she'd seen few signs of human habitation since then.

  Devon was in the backseat and had been letting her know a little bit about the area as they'd been traveling, but Jared had been silent about their destination the entire time, his concentration apparently on the road.

  When he started to talk about the area, she was more than shocked. “We're on the outskirts of Mark Twain National Forest right now. You'll find lots of private campsites and families that offer float trips. Our families own over five hundred acres that we've made into a private community of sorts.”

  “Your families?”

  “Mine, Devon's, a group of others. We've owned the land for over a hundred years. That's where we're taking you.”

  Larissa blinked. She stared at Jared, trying to figure out if he was joking, but he had no hint of a smile on his face. In fact, he looked more serious than he had since she'd met him.

  “Did you just say you're taking me home to meet your parents?” She looked to the backseat where Devon sat. “Both of your parents?”

  Devon shook his head. “Kind of. My mom lives in Connecticut, and my father passed away when I was a kid. I was raised by Jared's parents, so even though they aren't really my parents, I think of them like they are.”

  She looked back and forth between the two of them. “And you're just getting around to telling me this now?”

  Devon tilted his head. “Which? The place we're going? Or about my parents?”

  “Both.”

  He shrugged.

  Larissa growled in frustration. “Don't you think it would have been nice to at least let me know where we were going? Give me a choice?”

  Jared looked over at her with a grin. “I didn't want to give you the chance to say no.”

  “Damn straight I would have said no.”

  “It's not like we're taking you there as our new bride. We thought you'd like to see the mountains while you were here. Maybe go canoeing with us.”

  “And where am I gonna sleep?”

  “With us.”

  “Don't you think your mother is gonna be freaked out by the fact a woman who you just met is sleeping with both of you?” She held up her hand quickly. “Never mind. Don't answer that.”

  Larissa fumed silently for the next few minutes. “The least you could have done was let me pick something up for her as a houseguest present.”

  Devon reached into the cooler on the floor of the backseat and took out a box, which he handed her. “A triple chocolate cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory. You give her that, and you'll have her eating out of your hand.”

  Larissa pursed her lips, still angry but slightly mollified.

  “What did you tell them about me?”

  “They know who you are, how we met, and how long you are going to be here for. Other than that, I didn't tell them much of anything.”

  “Sweetheart, I know you're upset with us, but you need to know that we're gonna be in sight of the house in about five minutes.”

  Damn them. Piss her off and then not give her enough time to calm down, which knowing them was probably their plan all along. This way she wouldn't be able to bitch at them.

  They turned a corner, and the house came into view.

  Larissa wasn't sure what she was expecting, maybe a small cabin of some sort. It sure wasn't what she saw, though.

  The house may have been called a log cabin, but all similarity to the old-fashioned frontier houses and this one ended at the name. This one was beautiful. It was on a hill with huge picture windows that looked out onto the surrounding forest, giving a nearly three-hundred-sixty-degree view of the mountains.

  Solar panels lay across the roof, as well as what looked like a wind turbine in the backyard. Obviously the family believed in conservation, but the house looked to be as comfortable as the hotel she'd just left.

  “You are so lucky I brought pajamas. And don't think eith
er of you are getting me out of them tonight.”

  “What makes you think we'll let you put them on?” The heat in Jared's eyes burned away all her anger and set her blood to boiling for an entirely different reason. Suddenly she wanted nothing more than for him to stop the car and have him—both of them—fuck her senseless.

  Oh God. It was bad enough when she was going to meet his parents angry; now she had to meet them horny.

  “Just drive, buster.”

  By the time they'd pulled up to the front door, a small group of people had come out to welcome them.

  “Don't worry. They won't bite,” Devon whispered to her as he opened the door and she climbed out.

  Don't worry. Yeah, right. She was about to meet the woman and men who had raised the two men she had been sleeping with for the past week.

  Just because they chose to live in a triad didn't mean they had loose morals. And what kind a person would sleep with two guys she'd just met unless she was worse than loose?

  She wouldn't blame them for thinking the worst of her. Hell, in their place, she'd think the same. It wasn't like she had a reasonable explanation for what she was doing. Not even for herself.

  “You must be Larissa.” The woman who approached her was elegance personified. Even in jeans and a tank top, she screamed class and sophistication, and Larissa immediately felt like an overweight, frumpy relation. “I am so glad to finally meet you. Jared has told me all about you.”

  Larissa tried her hardest to not come across as gauche as she felt and smiled as she presented the cheesecake Devon had given her.

  “Silly girl, you didn't have to do this.” She took the dessert and handed it off to one of the older men standing behind her and then took Larissa in her arms in a welcoming hug. “I really am glad they dragged you down here. Thank you for coming.”

  “Thank you for having me. It was kind of you to invite me.” Oh shit. Larissa realized she had no idea what to call the woman. Mrs. Morrison?

  “It's Denise, please.” She linked her arm with Larissa's and turned her toward the others. She stopped at the tall man she'd handed the cheesecake to. “This is Mathew, one of my husbands.”

  Mathew was tall with dark hair and rugged good looks. He looked relaxed and like he belonged in the middle of the mountains. There was also no doubt about Jared's parentage when you looked into his face; his skin tone was the same chestnut brown as his son's. He, too, smiled at her in welcome. “The boys definitely steered you right if this is what I think it is.” He gestured with the cake box. “You've just become Denise's new best friend.”

  “Oh, behave yourself, Mathew. You'll scare the poor girl.” A large blond man came up beside Mathew and slapped him on the arm before reaching around and pulling Larissa into his arms. “Welcome, darlin'. I promise I'll try to keep the rest of the crew in line. I'm Paul. The other husband.” He released her after a quick, tight squeeze.

  “Yeah, and the bossy one.” Mathew winked at her.

  “Well, if you weren't so lackadaisical about things, I wouldn't have to tell you what to do every day.” Paul shook his head.

  “Dad. Please. Both of you.”

  The men grinned at each other and then at Larissa. “Don't worry. We don't argue like this often.”

  “Just every day.” Denise grabbed hold of Larissa's arm once again and pulled her toward the house before yelling to the men over her shoulder, “Get the bags and help the boys get situated. Larissa and I are going to have a girl talk.”

  Larissa looked back at her men, who just shrugged and shooed her inside with Denise. Damn traitors.

  “Don't worry, Larissa. I don't intend to give you the third degree. I just wanted to get you away from them for a while. I know my two boys can be overwhelming after a while, and I'm used to them. I'm sure you can use a breather. Come join me for some lemonade. We'll let them worry about what we're talking about for a little while.”

  Larissa allowed Denise to direct her to a seat at the center island in the kitchen. Denise poured them both large glasses of lemonade before joining Larissa.

  “How are you? Are the boys treating you right? Did they force you to come down here? Be honest with me.”

  Larissa choked on her sip of lemonade. What the hell was it with the women of Missouri and waiting until she had something in her mouth before they asked her these questions?

  Once she had herself under control, she looked at the mother of her lovers and shook her head. What did she tell her? Hell, what did she already know?

  Denise smiled. “I'm sorry. I should have given you a few minutes, I know. But I want to know how they are treating you. I assume you are sleeping with both of them?”

  Larissa put her lemonade down. That was it. She wasn't drinking anything again until she left the state. “Do you normally ask that of all the women they bring home?”

  “Of course not. No, that's not true. You're the only woman either of them has ever brought home. So I guess my answer is yes.”

  “Would it matter to you if I was sleeping with only one of them?”

  “Not if it's what you want. And if the boys are both comfortable with it. It's not like they've shared all their girlfriends. But you strike me as someone special. Someone who can handle both of them. And I don't mean just in bed.”

  Larissa gazed at the woman in front of her for a moment, unsure what to make of her. Deciding to reserve judgment until later, she answered the earlier questions. “Yes, I'm sleeping with both of them. Yes, they are treating me right. In fact, they make me feel better than any other man I've ever been with. They are two wonderful men, and you should be proud to have them as sons.”

  “I am proud, trust me. And I'm glad to hear they are doing right by you.”

  “Denise. I don't know if you're under a misunderstanding about us. We haven't—”

  “I know.” Denise shook her head. “Don't worry. But that doesn't mean that I don't want them to be good to you. Okay, enough of that. I am sure you're probably hungry. I know the boys, and they probably stopped a few hours back and got something quick to eat, if you're lucky. I have everything ready for lunch; we just need to set it out. I'm sure Paul and Mathew are done grilling the boys by now and will be in at any minute. Would you care to help?”

  Relieved at the subject change, but still confused about the entire conversation, Larissa responded eagerly. “Sure. What can I do?”

  Chapter Ten

  “So, what kind of pajamas did you bring?” Devon leered at Larissa as they walked down the path together.

  “Unfortunately, not flannel ones. Just cotton pants and a T-shirt. You'll see them tonight, don't worry.”

  Jared wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back against him. “And I'll ask you again. What makes you think we'll even let you put them on tonight?”

  “Because I am not going to have sex in your mother's house. No matter what the two of you might be planning.”

  “Why ever not?”

  “Good Lord, were you two brought up in a sex commune or something? One does not have sex in the house of her boyfriend's parents.”

  “Is that what we are? Your boyfriends?” Devon's eyes twinkled with amusement. And intention.

  She shook her head and tried to squirm her way out of Jared's grasp. “Oh no. We are so not getting into this discussion right now. You guys promised me a nature walk before dinner. Nothing more.”

  “Have you ever had sex outside, Larissa? Under the light of the full moon?” Jared asked.

  “It's only five. The moon won't come up for hours yet,” Larissa pointed out.

  “Well you can't have everything.”

  “No, guys. Your mother is waiting for us.” She laughed.

  “She doesn't expect us back for hours. We have plenty of time.” As he spoke, Devon was tugging at her T-shirt, baring her belly to his gaze and touch. When he stroked his hand across her waist, she sucked in her breath sharply.

  His devilish smile had her stomach turning somersaults as she won
dered what they had planned for her.

  “Weren't you guys going to show me where the cookout is gonna be tonight or something?”

  “Later. Right now we have something more fun planned.” Jared's voice was harsh with desire. He grabbed her waist and turned her around quickly. “I learned something about you the other night, love. Something I've wanted to explore ever since.” He started walking her backward as he talked.

  Wait, where had Devon gone? He'd been right there less than a minute ago. She felt them leave the path as branches and bushes tugged at her clothes.

  Her voice trembled in anticipation. “What are you talking about, Jared?”

  “The other night. Against the wall. You liked when I ordered you around, didn't you? It excited you, didn't it?”

  Shit. He was right. It had. She knew she didn't want it all the time, but she'd always dreamed of being ordered around by a dominant male. Just a little bit of harmless role-playing. But how had he known? She hadn't said anything.

  “Close your eyes, Larissa.”

  “Jared, I don't know about this.”

  “Do you trust us, Rissa? Do you trust us not to hurt you? Not to do anything you don't want to do?”

  Did she trust them? Yes, with her life. Without another word, she closed her eyes.

  Still he continued walking her backward and then stopped short, without a word. Gently he pushed her, and she came up against something hard. Her hands felt around. It was a tree. A very large and very firm tree. Which was only to be expected. They were in the middle of the woods, for goodness' sake. But what the hell was he doing?

  Jared held her wrists lightly. Material rasped against her skin in a sensory tease that had shivers running up and down her body. When it was wrapped around one of her wrists, she realized she was about to be bound. The thought excited her more than it had any right to. Then Jared brought her hands together behind her back. The stroke of silk against her skin once again told her he was tying her hands together.

  “Those bindings are loose, Larissa. But only for now.” Jared's voice stroked her body, goose bumps popping up everywhere. Her pussy pulsed at the vision his words evoked. For now. Did that mean they were going to tie her up later? Keep her bound so they could do whatever they wanted to her? Her body heated quickly, her pussy dampening at the thought.