by Vanessa Vale
“Fuck, I’m going to come just seeing that little birth mark again. I want to get between those thighs and kiss it.” He breathed deep as he worked his dick. “Fuck, I can smell your pussy all hot and sugary from here.”
“Gus,” she moaned, wiggling her hips, wanting him to do more. Fuck yes.
That was all it took and Gus came on a growl. “Fuck, pixie.”
His cum spurted from him and he moved so it landed on her upturned ass, stained her panties.
She looked up at him again, now with hooded eyes, flushed cheeks. “Are you going to fuck me now?”
“You want that, don’t you?” he asked, pumping the last of the cum from his balls. “To be fucked in front of Poe and Kemp? To let them see how needy your pussy is?”
She nodded. Oh shit, she was so fucking perfect. Upturned ass, Gus’s cum in stripes across it, soaked panties, pussy lips outlined. I was going to come in my jeans.
“Can’t, pixie. There’s no time for what we want to do to you. With three men fucking you, a lunch quickie won’t do it. We all have to get back to work. Besides, we don’t have any condoms.”
She whimpered, wiggled some more as if it would bring friction to her clit.
I had my hand on my dick over my jeans, rubbing it, trying to ease the ache, but I knew it wouldn’t go away until I was balls deep in that hot pussy.
“Take those soaked panties down,” he added. “Show us how wet you are for all three of us. Then you’ll work your clit and we’ll watch you come.”
She shifted with eagerness to get off and began to push the skimpy fabric off her hips, then lower. The silk clung to her pussy from all that sticky arousal. Before we could see more than her pale, upturned ass, the radio on her hip beeped once, then again, and a dispatcher’s voice shut down our little show. She had new orders, and they weren’t from the three of us.
Fuck.
5
POE
* * *
“It figures,” I grumbled, leaning against the counter in the small lab we had between patient rooms. I’d just finished with a German Shepherd with mild hip dysplasia. Kemp was looking at a slide under a microscope for worms. Gus had a lull between appointments and was drinking a cup of coffee. “The woman of my dreams, the one who’d said she wanted all three of us, the one you shot your load all over, who almost showed us her pussy, is a fucking cop.”
Kemp glanced up at me and grinned. “So? What does that have to do with anything but her being totally into all of us, and having handcuffs readily available?”
That was a definite perk, but not the point. “It doesn’t bother you she was bent over the counter showing us her wet panties, getting off on having Gus jack off all over her, then had to go on a call?”
They stared at me with a look I recognized. They thought I was crazy.
“She’s the sheriff. She responds to emergencies,” Gus replied. “It’s not like she planned to tease us with seeing her pussy then run out the door. She left all hot and bothered.”
That was a total cock tease—knowing she was out there somewhere horny as hell and with Gus’s cum all over her panties. My balls ached because of it. It wasn’t that though. They still didn’t get it.
“Yeah, but people are idiots. Dangerous idiots. I don’t care if it’s her job. Doesn’t mean I have to like it,” I told him.
Gus pinned me with a serious stare. “She’s not going to care about your past. If that’s what you’re worried about.”
I waved off his words. “Care about my stint in juvie? That isn’t my problem.”
“Then what’s got your panties in a twist?” Kemp asked, turning the focus dial and looking down the lens.
“She shouldn’t be out there, dealing with the fuck ups of society.” I lifted my arm, waved it in the air. “I know them. I was one of them.”
“You were not,” Kemp replied. “You saved your mom from your abusive father. You were defending her. You did the right thing.”
I ran my hand through my hair. I needed a haircut, but that wasn’t very high on my list. Maybe this winter I’d grow a beard like Gus. Less maintenance than shaving every damn day, but I had to wonder if that was something Parker would like. “Still, she doesn’t need to see that shit, let alone deal with it. She might get hurt.”
Kemp and Gus were protective fuckers, took care of what was theirs. Who was theirs. Especially women. Sure, they hadn’t liked her almost sharing her pink, wet pussy with us and then tugging up her jeans and running out the door, the stray dog hot on her heels. But why it didn’t bother them that Parker had to leave us for a domestic dispute call, I had no idea. Well, maybe I did.
There was no fucking way Mr. Duke would lay a hand on his wife in anger. He cherished the fuck out of that woman and he’d raised all three of his sons, Gus, Tucker and Duke, to not only be gentlemen, but to do what was right. Protect. I had no idea how their little sister, Julia, would ever find a man with three older brothers watching out for her.
As for Kemp, I’d only met his parents once since they lived in Minnesota, but his dad wouldn’t stand for any of that shit either.
But I’d grown up with a bastard for a dad. Mean. Cruel. And I’d killed him because of it. But knowing Parker had gone—as part of her job—to confront someone as possibly fucked up as my dad made me restless, made me want to chase after her, deal with the problem myself.
“She doesn’t go into shit alone. She’s got backup,” Gus said. “Look, I’m not wild about it either, but this is her job, what she wants to do. She’s smart. She’s trained. You’re going to have to deal at least until election day. Right now, it’s Hogan versus Beirstad.”
“Yeah, Beirstad. What a prick. Isn’t his brother the one who fucked with Kaitlyn?”
“That’s the one,” Gus said. I’d heard about the confrontation at Cassidy’s and that he was leaving Kaitlyn alone now, but that didn’t make him any less an asshole. I didn’t know much about the guy, but his brother, Mark, was just as bad from what I’d heard.
“The city council felt she was qualified and she seems to be doing a good job.”
He was right, but that didn’t mean I had to like any of it. Let Hogan and Beirstad deal with the meth heads and wife beaters. Raines was a peaceful town, but that didn’t mean everything was rainbows and sunshine. “Why can’t she have a job like Kaitlyn? The only danger she faces at the library is a paper cut.”
Why couldn’t my dick get hard for a woman who had a safe career? Why did one look at Parker ruin me for all other women? And that was before she’d submitted to Kemp and had been ready to show us her pussy. Begged for us to fuck her in the office kitchen. FUCK!
“I’m not doubting Parker’s qualifications to be sheriff or that she can take care of herself, but like I said, that doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
Gus shrugged and couldn’t help but smile. He’d told us about Parker Drew and her return to town. His mom was on the city council and among those who’d voted to hire her, so there was no doubt she’d tossed that little bomb at him since she wanted all her kids happily married—and at least practicing on making her some grandbabies. Maybe Mrs. Duke was hoping for a little second chance romance.
Second chance fucking, definitely. After lunch today, hopefully soon.
Parker—as sheriff—had had to go to the Duke ranch and deal with some loser and Gus had seen her, wanted her. Decided she’d be the one for the three of us. Hoped we’d agree.
Abso-fucking-lutely should she be the one for us. What were the chances a woman wanted to take on three men? Kaitlyn and Ava decided to wrangle two guys each, but three? The hopes of finding a woman willing to do that were slim. That was, until Parker had walked into the office kitchen and I’d vowed then and there I’d do anything to get her to want us.
She was The One. No question.
And then she’d changed everything with the words I want to see whose dick really is the biggest. There was no way to misconstrue that. She wanted to be with the three of us.
> I shifted my dick, trying to find a way to keep from getting a zipper imprint in it.
And then she’d gone even further, submitting to Kemp. Fuck, I’d been hard ever since seeing her perfect ass, watching her hips shift with need, the dark spot on her panties grow as Gus talked dirty to her. I was definitely an ass man. I’d envisioned getting a grip on those wide hips as I fucked her from behind. Or seeing pink handprints where I spanked her into forgetting about her crazy day. Or parting those full cheeks and getting into that tight ass. Stretching her open and taking her deep. That left two other holes for Gus and Kemp.
Ever since lunch, since Parker got that fucking call, pulled up her pants and left, the two of them couldn’t stop smiling. I could understand Gus since he’d busted a nut all over her ass, but Kemp should have a serious case of blue balls. I did. And the very idea of the three of us claiming her at once? I’d forced myself to will my dick into submission while I worked and tried not to think about the heaven she’d almost shown us. That wasn’t working so well.
“A gorgeous woman is coming over tonight to continue where we left off, most likely to fuck all three of us and you’re grumbling and complaining like a crochety old man,” Kemp said as he tossed the slide into the sharps container, tugged off his rubber gloves and washed his hands in the sink.
I perked up at his words. “She’s coming over?”
“Have you checked your phone lately?” Gus asked, pulling his from the back pocket of his jeans and waving it back and forth. “I got her cell number, remember?”
“I was dealing with Mr. Bracco’s geriatric cat, followed by Charlie the Shepherd, then a parrot who lost a toenail,” I replied as way of recapping my busy afternoon, completely forgetting he’d snagged her number before she ran out.
“I thought I heard a bird,” Gus said as I retrieved my cell, swiped the screen.
* * *
Gus: Come over after work. We’ll take care of your needy pussy.
* * *
I noted he’d sent it right after she left.
* * *
Parker: OK
* * *
Her response was timed much later—in fact, just ten minutes ago—I assumed after the call she’d left us to attend. At least I knew she was okay, thank fuck. Raines wasn’t known for a shit ton of crime, but bad things could happen anywhere.
* * *
Then Kemp had chimed in on the group text.
* * *
Kemp: Since you had your panties halfway down, clothes are optional.
Parker: I should come naked?
* * *
“Holy shit,” I muttered, thinking of her showing up in just a trench coat and fuck-me heels.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Gus grin and tip up his chin toward me. “Send her something so she knows we’re all into this.”
“She’s the fucking sheriff,” I countered.
“Yeah, and if you get your head out of your ass, you’ll be fucking the sheriff all night long,” Kemp added, drying his hands.
Since he was annoying, but accurate, I paused, thought of what to type.
* * *
Me: We can make you come dressed, naked, riding any one of our dicks. Even two of them.
* * *
I hit send and both of their cells vibrated. Gus looked at his. “Nice.” Then he typed as fast as his big thumbs would allow.
* * *
My cell vibrated—we didn’t leave the ringers on during working hours—and I read his addition.
* * *
Gus: That’s right, pixie. You can have all three of us at the same time if you want. And I promise, you’ll come.
* * *
Her response came almost immediately.
* * *
Parker: I need it. Bad. I get off at six.
* * *
“My turn,” Kemp said, then typed.
* * *
“I don’t think I’ve ever felt more like a thirteen-year-old girl,” I muttered, glancing at Gus. He grinned in response, not the least bit fazed by my statement. We were group texting a girl. Yeah, we were totally pussy whipped. After her perfect display of submission and how naughty she was, no guy could blame us.
* * *
Kemp: With the three of us taking care of you, you’ll get off all night long.
Parker: Just so you know, it’s your fault I’m meeting the mayor with ruined panties.
* * *
And that was it. I was done for. I could imagine her sitting in the mayor’s office squirming because of Gus’s cum and the fact that her panties were soaked with pussy juice. I remembered the pretty pink color, the fact that they’d been so wet as to be transparent, all because of us. I pressed my palm against my dick, then looked at the time. “In just a minute, I’ve got a litter of puppies for their first shots in room two. You have to cover me for a few.”
“Where are you going?” Kemp asked, one eyebrow shifting up under his curly hair.
I tilted my head. “Bathroom. I’ve got to rub one out. I can’t go in there like this.”
Both of them glanced at the front of my jeans. My dick was like a thick pipe angling up to my belt. If I leaned forward, the tip would probably come out of the waistband.
“That was me an hour ago.” Kemp walked past me, slapped me on the shoulder on the way. “Have fun. Think of Parker and her dripping pussy.”
6
PARKER
* * *
“You look great,” Gus said when he opened the door for me.
He paused and glanced down because the dog trotted in behind me as if she were invited, too.
“I see you’ve still got your sidekick,” he commented as she sat down and stared up at him. He petted the top of her head and scratched a spot behind her ear which had her eyes falling closed as if she were in heaven. I knew that feeling well; I used to love having Gus’s hands on me.
I was strangely jealous of a dog.
“When I got the call earlier, she followed me to the SUV, climbed in through the driver’s side and settled in the passenger seat. I couldn’t waste any time kicking her out, so she came along for the ride. Pam at the station went out and got her a bag of food, a dog bed and some toys. You’d think she has a new grandchild or something.” I rolled my eyes at how excited everyone at the station had been to have a dog around. “I brought her here to pawn her off on you. Her stuff’s in the SUV. I’m not really a dog person.”
“Doesn’t look that way to me,” he countered, glancing my way and finally ignoring the dog. “I think she’s yours now.”
I wasn’t too thrilled about that idea. “I have a full time job. Stuff to do. I don’t know anything about having a dog.”
Gus smiled and tucked his hands into his jeans pockets. “Looks like you’re doing okay so far.”
The dog’s nose twitched and she went in search of some smell I couldn’t detect.
Without the distraction, Gus turned his full attention back to me, took his time to look me over.
After work, I’d gone home to shower, put on something a little more attractive than the sheriff’s uniform and a utility belt with a gun on my hip. I didn’t want to be the sheriff for them. Hell, I was for everyone else in town. That’s how the people of Raines knew me, at least these days. Maybe some remembered me from growing up, but I was Sheriff Drew now. I just wanted to be Parker. Nothing more, especially for Gus, Kemp and Poe.
I’d stood in front of my closet for fifteen minutes debating. While sleeping with them—okay, sex—was a sure thing at this point, I wanted them to be a little more than attracted to me. I wanted Gus to be like he had been earlier, so turned on he’d come by hardly touching me. I wanted to not only look nice for them, but to feel good about myself as well. I wanted to know I, unexciting Sheriff Parker, could entice three hot vets.
At the same time, I had no intention of overdoing it. I wanted them to know the real me, and that included fresh jeans, a red flannel shirt and sexy underwear. I had my hair down and wore a litt
le makeup—mascara, eyeliner and lip gloss were all I could ever accomplish.
At Gus’s heated appreciation as he took me in, it seemed I’d chosen well, that his dick was thick in his jeans for me and me alone.
I’d been so worked up when I’d gotten the call earlier. Still was. To say I was horny was an understatement. There was no way Kemp could have known an emergency would have interrupted us, but it had been almost mean to be so turned on, then left to ache all day. I hadn’t lied when I texted them about how wet my panties were.
Even though he’d been the only one who’d come, it was reassuring to know Gus was—once again? Still?—just as… eager as I.
Kemp joined us in the entryway. Both wore worn-in jeans, molded oh-so-well to all the right places. Firm butts, muscular thighs, ridiculously large dicks. Kemp had on a plaid flannel shirt, Gus a black t-shirt. Both were barefooted. God, even their feet were sexy.
“Your dog’s staring at the fish tank,” Kemp said, thumbing over his shoulder, but he had his eyes on me. On my lips, specifically.
“She’s not my dog,” I countered.
“I think she disagrees. You should name her. It’ll make it easier for all of us.”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine. Buster. Daisy. Spot.”
Kemp stepped closer, ran his fingers along the edge of my hair. His attention was focused there as he responded. “How about Honey? She’s well trained. A sweet dog, but probably not as sweet as your pussy. My mouth’s watering to get a taste.”