“Cathy… What in hell…”
Bud stood up slowly as he stared at her in surprise. “What in hell did he do to you?”
She felt herself crumple as first the tears spilled out of her eyes and then her legs turned to jelly and gave out beneath her. In a flash Bud was beside her, darting over on those football player’s tree-trunk legs as he swept her up into his arms and rescued her from her fall. The lights went out.
“Here drink this.”
She came to propped up on the soft chair at the table that Bud had been sitting on. He placed down a glass of whiskey half full on the table before her. Cathy, who almost never drank hard liquor, who could barely stomach the stuff, lifted it up and swallowed it whole.
“Oh… oh my God,” she coughed. “Bud, how the hell do you drink this stuff?”
Bud watched her grimly but when she started to laugh so too did he.
“Well you’re laughing ain’t ya,” he said, “so it’s not all bad.” His face turned solemn and serious again. “Cathy.” He reached forward and placed his strong hand over hers. Beneath his suede touch the trembling of her wrist subsided. “Cathy, how bad did he hurt you?”
She looked up at Bud, at that kind, wise, gorgeous face, and smiled. “Not as bad as I hurt him. I smashed a cup over his face.”
Bud’s face darkened. This was after all, Cathy had to remind herself, his oldest friend they were talking about.
“But I had to,” she said, “he had me by the hair and he was only just getting started. I had to get away. Bud, you don’t know what it’s been like these past few months. I feel like a prisoner in my own home.”
Grimly, Bud nodded to himself. “I’ve had my suspicions,” he said, “Kane’s always had a hot temper, but lately… lately things have been different.”
He reached out and gently tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. Cathy felt safe with him, like she never had with Kane.
“It looks like you’re swollen up there,” he said, “hold on and I’ll get an icepack from the freezer.”
He rubbed her hand gently and then left her and went across the room. Without his closeness Cathy felt robbed of security.
“I been worried about you,” Bud called back as he rooted through the freezer, “for weeks. I didn’t know how bad it was, otherwise I would have put a stop to it. But you know how Kane is, he don’t listen to nobody.”
“He listens to you Bud.”
“Sometimes.”
Bud found the icepack and stood up. As he turned back to return, the door to the bar opened and Mark Halloran, one of the barmen, stepped inside.
“What in hell,” he whispered, “Cathy what happened to you?”
“Mind your business now Mark,” Bud snapped, “clean up the bar and keep this to yourself you hear me?”
“It’s that bastard Kane, ain’t it?” Mark said, “he’s finally snapped.”
Bud froze as the power and dominance that he rarely deliberately showed came forcefully over him. “That’s your boss you’re talking about son,” he said, “so watch your mouth. Now I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that as you pretend you saw nothing, unnerstand?”
“Sure,” Mark nodded, eyes turned ashamedly downwards.
“Bud, it’s ok,” Cathy said, “don’t get mad at him. Mark, I’m sorry you had to see me like this.”
“Aw hell Cathy,” Mark said, “what you got to be sorry for? If I could get my hands on that…” he looked over at Bud’s steely face and the words trailed off. “You got nothing to be sorry for Cathy,” he repeated.
Bud’s face broke and he sighed. “Mark, run on upstairs and see if you can get a dressing gown for Cathy will ya. And go into my office and take the bottle from my desk. I think it’s time we cracked open the good stuff.”
Even though Mark had been told not to say anything, soon enough both him, Chip and Pete the other worker there were all in the backroom sitting around the table trying their best to look after Cathy. If Bud was disappointed in them, he’d obviously decided to leave the repercussions until after their favorite bargirl was alright again. Right now there were more pressing matters to attend to.
As the bottle of good, aged, southern whiskey went down and the three barmen jumped through circles fretting over Cathy and trying to make her feel better, even Bud began to relax and join in with the banter. Usually he kept his distance from everybody, not least of all with her, but tonight – well maybe he knew where he was needed.
“You know Cathy,” Mark said, “I never thought he treated you right, you’ve always been so kind and decent and that… that bastard…” he froze and then peered fearfully at Bud.
Bud stared at him steely-eyed and then his face broke out in a smile. “Hell,” he said, “speak freely son. Truth be told I agree with you. Fact is me and Kane have been approaching some kind of bust up one way or another for a long time now. Cathy, you ain’t the only one who’s been wondering why you tolerate him.”
“But Bud,” Cathy said, reaching out and placing her hand on his strong wrist, “Kane’s your friend. Whatever happens between me and him, it shouldn’t jeopardize that.”
Bud was silent for a moment. He picked up his glass, but instead of drinking from it he just peered into its cloudy depths. “No he ain’t,” he said, “maybe he never was at all. Maybe a guy like Kane ain’t capable of having friends. I’ve been carrying him on my back for too many years – out of a sense of duty – but you know what? Kane’s as bad as anybody ever was. I should have seen it all along.”
There was silence. That was probably the most Bud had said to any of them in one go and it was certainly the closest he’d ever gotten to talking about his past. And even now he wouldn’t show the pain that Cathy knew was there inside him, so deep down it must have cut like a dagger in his chest.
She squeezed his hand. “You weren’t the only one Bud,” she said, “Kane got the best of us all.”
“He didn’t deserve you Cathy,” Bud said.
Their eyes met for a moment, Bud’s solemn and serious, and Cathy looked down shyly as she felt something forbidden tickle inside her.
“He’s right though Cathy,” Chip agreed, “Hell, any one of us would be grateful to have you in our lives.”
“Oh now…” Cathy dismissed, a little embarrassed and maybe also just a little bit afraid to accept a truth that had been so forcefully doubted for so long now.
“It’s true,” Mark said, “in fact ask these two fellas, wasn’t I saying something exactly like that just the other night?”
“Uh-huh,” Chip and Pete nodded.
Bud smiled and shook his head wistfully at Mark. “Boy, you better learn to think before you let those secrets out of that skull of yours. You’ll get yourself in trouble one of these days.”
“I ain’t ashamed,” Mark whispered meekly, keeping his eyes from Bud’s strong gaze.
“You’re all so sweet,” Cathy said, “I never knew any of you liked me much at all. Kane always said I was just a burden to you.”
For her sake the men kept their anger to themselves, though she could see it clearly in the dark looks they exchanged between them.
“Yeah well it’s about time you forget all o’what Kane’s been saying to you,” Bud said, “you’re here now and now you know the truth.”
By his eyes it was almost as if he was surprising himself as he reached out and placed his hand on her cheek, it was like there was nothing in all that cool, distant wisdom that had prepared him for how this moment would take him as he leaned forward and kissed her tenderly on the lips.
His eyes intimated all that he could never bring himself to say as his thumb rubbed her cheek tenderly and he moved back away from her. Without speaking Mark stood up from his chair and walked around to her, kissing her too with the same soft loving touch. He smiled at her kindly as they parted lips. Chip and Pete came to her too and kissed her tenderly, Pete trembling almost as much as Cathy had been when she first arrived. Nobody spoke, this moment was beyond words. Something b
eautiful and restorative and healing was to be returned and that would be the gift from these four cowboys to her.
Gently Bud placed his hand on her breast and pressed his strong palm against her as the blood flowed into her nipples and they hardened with a cold, tingling fire. With his other hand he brushed back her hair over her shoulder and then leaned forward touching his lips to the sensitive flesh of her neck as he kissed her with soft, slow closed-mouth embraces. He ran his fingers softly through her hair and Cathy closed her eyes letting the moment gently consume her. How long had it been since she’d been touched with love instead of violence? How long had it been since someone had loved her, physically or otherwise, for who she really was?
Mark came to her on the other side and placed his fingers under her chin, raising her face towards him. Cathy opened her eyes and looked up at the loving young cowboy’s face, slightly flushed now with desire. Without a word he leaned forward and kissed her mouth, their lips clinging together passionately as they tasted each other, as the world seemed to speed up around them. Soon his warm, sweet-tasting tongue was in her mouth, filling her with his wetness and masculine flavor. He slowly slid the strap of her corset over her shoulder, brushing his fingertips tantalizingly against the flesh beneath. She could smell his desire.
Bud squeezed and fondled her breasts and with every movement the heat and fire intensified. Her whole body now felt engorged with arousal, as if the strong touch of these two beautiful cowboys had made her entire body into one single sexual entity. Sighing with pleasure, she brushed the flesh of her thighs against one another as her pussy filled with a delicious, almost agonized ache. She leaned forward as Bud ran his hand down the nape of her neck and against her naked back, gently aiding his subordinate in divesting her of the confines of her clothing.
Cathy’s breast spilled out before her as the cowboys pulled down her corset. Now Bud’s delicious lips left her neck and moved south, over her tingling chest and onto her breasts, his tongue darting in and out around the areoles as he sucked against her firm nipples. Waves of pleasure ran through her and she could not contain the moan that rose from the pit of her stomach and vibrated through her as it escaped. In tandem, Bud and Mark removed their lips and helped her to her feet.
Now Pete and Chip were standing too and they came to her as the cowboys brought her away from the table and over the soft carpet and leather couch that adorned the other side of the room. Standing around her the four of them touched and caressed her, consumed her with touch and sensation as they turned every inch of her flesh into a moment of bliss. Kneeling down, chip placed his hands around her underwear and pulled them softly to her ankles. Then, pressing his fingers into his thighs he licked a line up her inner-leg, sucking up the juices that spilled out of her as he moved his hot mouth closer to her core.
The others continued to kiss and tease and caress her as Mark opened his masculine jaw beneath her and placed his mouth around her pussy. Cathy arched her hips forward and quietly cried out with pleasure as his tongue and teeth brushed soft and firm against her swollen lips, holding all that there was of her within his mouth.
His tongue licked up and down her crevice in long, slow teasing laps. Cathy could not hold herself up now and the other cowboys let her fall back into their hold as they kissed her flesh all over and held her so tenderly and yet so firmly. Chip licked her lips one last time as he raised his mouth up, letting it rest teasingly over her nub for one excruciating moment of pleasure before bringing his hot slow kisses up to the flesh of her stomach.
Reaching out to her sides, Cathy held out her hands to caress Bud’s and Mark’s laps and was pleasantly surprised to find their cocks were already out in the open. Both were huge and bulging with the swell of their desire and she gripped the hard heat of them as though she never wanted to let go. She felt them each go rigid as she moved her hands up and down and relished the connection it gave her to them.
Now Chip’s mouth was up to hers again, the cowboy having licked all the way up her trembling body. As they kissed passionately, slow and hard, Pete stepped behind her and Cathy shivered as she felt the throbbing head of his thing brush up against the cleft of her ass.
He moved it slowly up and down, touching it against her soft cheeks, almost asking her permission, and Cathy threw back her head allowing Chip to kiss her beneath the jaw and sighed: “I want all of you. I want all of you inside me.”
She continued to massage Bud and Mark’s cocks as Bud gently reached out and placed his hand on Pete’s shoulders. Nothing was said but the meaning was understood. Gently and without complaint Pete stepped back from her to allow Bud to come to her as a man should.
Before he kissed her lips he leaned forward and whispered “I love you” in her ear, then their lips were on each other just as it ought to have been all along.
They moved together as one being, lowering themselves deeper to the soft plush carpet, Cathy opening her legs as Bud’s great thing protruded up towards her, waiting to fill her every being. As her lower lips spread open around him Cathy sighed with ecstasy, lowering herself gently over him, her aching walls stretching to take him inside her.
Behind her she felt Pete tentatively slide his own cock towards her ass and she sighed with audible bliss to let him know that it too would be welcome as he pushed it gently against her ring. Focusing, she let herself relax and open and as he began to slide into her she felt the pleasure and intensity build. Her entire being felt filled up, crammed completely with masculine heat and she could not fight back the rising climax. As both Bud and Pete fucked her with slow, long, determined strokes, the pleasure vibrated through her and she lost herself in the white light and heat of her passions.
She buried her head in Bud’s shoulder, all conscious thought now wiped from her mind. There was only the moment, only the pleasure. As they fucked her on and on, making her raw with their power and lust, thrilling her completely body and soul, she felt Mark reach down and turn her face towards him.
His cock was in his hand begging her attention and Cathy was happy to give it. She smiled up at him through the raptures of her lust and then languidly stretched her jaw around his girth, relishing the clean salty flavor. She sucked in and out in long strokes and then turned her head to Chip on the other side to taste him too. Beneath her on both sides Bud and Pete grinded and groaned with concentrated arousal as they fucked her so completely and thoroughly. She came again, collapsing onto them and forgetting herself once more as both men jerked forward and pumped their hot seed into her almost at the same time. As if the power of the moment had travelled up through her body to her lustful mouth, Pete’s cock too erupted into her and then as she turned to Mark so too did his. Their union was sealed at last, before all of nature and the heavens above.
As she began to regain her sense of self Cathy wondered if she hadn’t made a terrible mistake, but when Bud raised his handsome face towards and smiled with such loving kindness she realized that if anything, the opposite was true. None of them in that room would ever judge her unkindly for what had just passed between them. How could they, so consumed by the heavenly pleasure that they’d shared? Maybe none of them would ever experience anything like it ever again.
“Come on,” Bud said, “helping her to her feet, we’ve got a bottle of whisky to finish and then I’m taking you home with me.”
Taking you home. Home with Bud. Nowhere in the world had ever sounded so much like home as that did now.
“Boys, go get some towels so we can clean ourselves up,” Bud said, “and remember, what just happened in this room you can never tell a soul.”
“Shit,” Mark smiled, “you think we got a death wish Bud? Can you imagine Kane’s face?” Mark frowned as he realized the blunder. Nobody needed to be reminded of the missing party that night, the ghost at the feast.
“It ain’t just that,” Bud said, “now go get those towels and while you’re at it think about how you’re going to learn to keep your mouth shut if you want to keep this job.”
“Sure thing boss,” Mark mumbled and set off, as the other two followed to help him.
Alone again at last, Bud turned to Cathy and placed his palm under her chin, tenderly wiping her face clean with his thumb. “I should have rescued you from him a long time ago Cathy,” he said, “a long time ago.”
“You have now,” Cathy whispered.
They looked into each other’s eyes and they were so enamored by what they found there that neither of them noticed the face, twisted in madness and rage, that had just appeared by the window outside.
The door burst open with a crash that shook both Cathy and Bud to the bottom of their souls. Kane staggered inside, bruised and red, his fists bleeding from some other violent encounter with a window or mirror. In one hand he held a bottle of whisky almost drained to the bottom and in the other he held his father’s old war pistol.
“Now. What. In. Hell!” he drunkenly barked, “do we have here?”
Bud jumped to his feet. When he spoke, he spoke calmly and even. “Kane. Now you just go right ahead and put that little toy down, you hear me? We’ve all got some explaining to do.”
“Cheating whore,” Kane whispered, with real hatred in his voice as his eyes narrowed in past Bud and onto Cathy, sitting naked but for her gown at the table. “I should have killed you when I had the chance.”
Bud stepped forward. “Put that fucking gun down boy,” he said, “put it down on the ground right now before you fuck up your life once and for all, beyond repair.”
“I’ll deal with you in a minute Judas bastard,” Kane hissed, the words slurred from madness and drunken delirium.
He turned back to Cathy and cocked the pistol. In that moment she knew, knew without fear, that he was going to kill her. Kane smiled with slow, cruel acknowledgement and then he pulled the trigger. The gun went off.
Cathy had been surprised at how unafraid she’d been in the end. As if she’d finally just had enough of fearing Kane Fury and decided to accept whatever he could throw at her, even death, with defiance and pride. No more would she allow him to dictate the terms of her life, even if it meant giving up that life entirely.
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