Tri-Tip: Grade-A Beefcakes Series - Book 3

by Vanessa Vale

  Heat flared low in my belly, but all of a sudden, I thought about what we were going to do. I’d fantasized about being with more than one man, masturbated to it. Recognized I needed it. But it had been just that, a fantasy. Now, it was really going to happen.

  I got nervous, butterflies in my belly. My nerves must have showed, because he added, “You look like a wild mustang ready to bolt.”

  Gus grinned as he closed the front door, took my hand and led me into the huge great room. I hoped he couldn’t tell my palms were sweaty. White walls, stained wood trim and floors. Thick beams in the ceiling. Leather furniture and a two-story stone fireplace. It was big, just like they were.

  Kemp followed and Poe joined us, coming from a back hallway. He nodded, tucked his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. God, I’d forgotten how big he was; I had to look up at him. A lot.

  “Hey,” he said, his voice deep and smooth. His intense stare made me feel naked. Exposed. As if he were holding himself back from… pouncing.

  The dog… Honey, was sitting in front of a huge salt water tank. She turned her head to glance at me, but wasn’t all that interested and returned her attention to the bright fish swimming about.

  She wasn’t nervous. I was. Really nervous. Lunch with them had been insane. Crazy! And I hadn’t even had anything to eat to really call it lunch. Not only had I told three men—two who I’d never even met before—that I wanted to sleep with them… together, but I’d actually bent over their office kitchen’s counter and shown them my butt. And Gus…god, that had been hot. He’d been too worked up to leave his dick in his pants. My panties had been sticky all day from the cum he’d shot all over the back of the pink fabric.

  If I hadn’t gotten that call and run out, I’d have shown them even more. No question. My fingers had been working my panties down when we’d been interrupted. I’d been wet then, and just from the way they’d looked at me, the way they told me what to do. The idea of three men… god, dominating me, handling me roughly, touching me with a fevered need so my busy mind could just shut up had made me so hot. Horny.

  I’d been so turned on I’d have let them fuck me, too.

  I was so not that kind of girl. Well, I was. Partly. I wanted to sleep with Gus, Kemp and Poe, wanted to listen to Kemp’s deep voice and do what he said, get under Gus again and let Poe handle me with those big hands—and most likely equally big dick—but I’d never done something so naughty within a few minutes of meeting someone.

  But I knew Gus. Remembered how it had been and wanted more with him. As for Kemp and Poe, it was ridiculous, but I just knew. I felt the connection, the instant desire, interest and curiosity right away. Trust was required and that had taken time with guys in the past. Lots of it. I always needed a long getting-to-know-you period before I let someone tie me up or even be verbally dominant. I had to be in the right headspace, and I couldn’t do that with someone I didn’t trust implicitly.

  How I could do that with these three… immediately, was what was a little overwhelming.

  It meant something. This meant something. Something big that I couldn’t think about right now.

  All I knew was that I’d been turned on all day, even in the meeting with the mayor. Honey had followed me around the station and into the meeting. It wasn’t every day a dog tagged along and it was a good thing people in Raines were laid back. Thankfully, she’d distracted him enough to miss that I was squirming in my chair.

  And the texts they’d sent. Holy shit. All three of them had written, promising I’d come, and had kept my need simmering all day.

  “We won’t bite. Not unless you want us to,” Kemp offered.

  I huffed out a small laugh combined with a harsh exhale. “Sorry, you’re right, I am nervous,” I told him, but my mind was stuck on the idea of him actually biting me. A little nibble, his teeth scraping across the tip of my nipple. I clenched my core at the thought and my nipples were hard tips pressing against my bra.

  Kemp’s curly hair was slightly damp, as if he’d just gotten out of the shower. I took a deep breath to calm my racing heart and got a whiff of a woodsy scent. Soap of some kind. Dark and manly. He hadn’t shaved though, light whiskers covered his square jaw. His easy smile had little wrinkles form by his eyes. I could read people—a skill I’d learned really well working in the District Attorney’s office and dealing with clients who weren’t as innocent as they seemed, then honed during police academy—and it showed he was easy going. Laid back. Yet he seemed to be the most dominant one of the trio.

  “You? Nervous? After what you did earlier?” Gus commented, coming close enough to stroke a big hand down my hair.

  “What I did? What about you?” I countered. “You’re the one who got to come.”

  He only grinned in reply, his white teeth in stark contrast to his dark beard.

  I felt my cheeks heat. “Still,” I replied, remembering how I’d gotten wetter and wetter and I’d been hot all over as I’d felt their eyes on me, knew they could see how eager I’d been.

  Now, they stepped close, surrounded me. I’d taken in the house when I’d parked, walked up to the front door. Modern log cabin would be the term. Rustic Montana but with huge windows to take in the views. It was a big house for big men. I knew they lived together and this place suited. But they weren’t going to take me on a tour.

  All I could see, feel, breathe was Gus, Poe and Kemp. Big men. Surrounding.

  “I’d have never done that if you hadn’t told me to,” I admitted.

  Kemp lifted my chin with his finger and I met his eyes. I hadn’t realized I’d been staring at his flannel shirt until then. “You told us what you wanted. That you wanted all three of us. That you wanted us to take control. That was enough. We did… and will take it from there.”

  These words were softly spoken, completely unlike that pussy-wetting tone he’d used that had gotten my pants down.

  “Even nervous, you came here. Very brave to take what you want,” Poe said, and I turned my head to look at him. Dark, potent, with eyes so surprisingly pale they matched his intensity. All his focus was on me and it was like being touched. Caressed. In thrall, and he hadn’t laid even a finger on me. Not once. “We couldn’t miss how wet your pussy was earlier. When you got home from work, did you make yourself come to ease the ache?”

  I shook my head.

  “You didn’t lie back on your bed, spread your thighs and play?” Gus asked.

  “No,” I whispered. I’d wanted to. My clit had throbbed, my pussy needy through my shift. My nipples had chafed against my bra, and yet I hadn’t pulled out my vibrator like I’d wanted. I’d had three hot guys to fill my mind to help me come, but I’d held off.

  I’d wanted the real thing. Standing between them now, I was glad I had.

  “Good girl,” Gus added. “That pussy belongs to us. Those orgasms are ours. No touching without us or you’ll be punished.”

  I swallowed at his words and my pussy heated. Punished.

  The 9-1-1 call that had come in when I’d been busy pulling my jeans down for them had been a domestic disturbance. One where the wife had obviously been abused by her husband. He’d answered the door with a wicked grin that proved this had happened before, that he knew he would get away with it. He had, too, because his wife, with bruises on top of fading bruises, had refused to press charges. Her calling for help in the first place was the obvious sign that her man had taken control and “changed her mind” for her. God, it had bothered me. Still did, knowing she was at home with that fucker right now. But, she was a grown woman and unless she chose to have him arrested, there would be nothing I could do. At least not today.

  And because Gus had said the word punished, it instantly flared my anger, but it quickly died out. He wouldn’t hurt me. Ever.

  “What’s that look, pixie?” he asked. Yeah, he could read me. Always had. After ten years of being apart, it felt good. Familiar.

  I told him about the call and the three of them looked furious. It definit
ely only helped confirm my decision not to put my name on the ballot for the job. I was a temporary sheriff and nothing more. I’d rather work back in a DA’s office and ensure people like that asshole never get out of jail. I’d talked to Porter Duke, the county DA and, coincidentally, Gus’s cousin, about a job in that office. The position was waiting for me in November, which was reassuring, allowing me to stay in town near Momma… and now possibly three huge men.

  Poe swore under his breath. “That’s not us, Parker,” he vowed. “And if you tell us this guy’s name, we’ll make sure he’s taken care of.”

  I looked to Poe, smiled. For someone so big, he was really sweet. Ruthlessly intent and I had no doubt he would take care of the asshole without breaking a sweat, but still, sweet. “That isn’t something you want to tell the sheriff,” I replied.

  “He hurts a woman, he deserves what he gets,” he countered in a harsh snarl, then walked off, raking his hand through his black hair as he went. Clearly, this was a touchy subject for him.

  “You know what we’re doing here is different, right?” Kemp asked, turning my attention back to him. “That when Gus said we’d punish you, it would be more funishment. All you’ll get from us is pleasure… eventually.”

  Yeah, that one word went against every feminist bone in my body. Why wasn’t I kneeing him in the balls and telling him I could take care of myself, including my pleasure? Why did I have to give a man—or men—control? Why did I want them to have it?

  “That asshole took control from his wife, pixie,” Gus said, brushing a knuckle down my cheek. “You’re giving it to us. A gift. And we’ll keep it safe. And you.”

  “You call the shots,” Kemp added. “All of them. At the clinic, I told you to bend over and show us that gorgeous ass. You did it because you wanted to, no other reason. You could have said no, hell, said pineapple as a safe word and we’d have respected that.”

  “That’s right, pixie,” Gus added, eyes narrowing at Kemp, probably about the word pineapple, which had come out of nowhere. “As you can see, we want you between us. But only if you want to be there.”

  I was between the two of them right now and it was exactly the place for me. I wanted to be surrounded, overwhelmed, even overpowered. Especially after the call from earlier. I wanted to do nothing more than forget about it. About everything.

  “We have to learn how far to push you, what makes you hot and wet. Nothing further.”

  I gave Kemp a little nod. He seemed to be the most dominant of the trio, that his nature was a little more commanding.

  “Back to what I said,” Gus replied. “We’re in charge of that pussy until you say otherwise. Every inch of you when we’re like this. Obey or that ass is going to be well-spanked.”

  “Or we’ll plug your ass,” Kemp added.

  “Or tie you to the bed and deny you orgasms,” Gus finished.

  All of that made me squirm. I’d been spanked before, even did some butt stuff. Orgasm denial sounded miserable though, because I’d been living that all day long. I was sure they could make me come so hard, but my pussy clenched in response nonetheless. My brain might be thinking one thing, but the rest of me was right there with these guys. This was play. While they were in charge, I was the one with all the say.

  I’d wanted them to get me out of my head, so I had to make my brain shut the fuck up. Spanked, plugged, deliciously tortured. It made me melt. It made me wet. It made me say, “Yes, sir.”

  “Oh fuck,” Kemp whispered, then wrapped an arm about my waist and gently pulled me into him so his front was to my back. I felt every hard, hot inch of him. And by that, I meant not only his chest and sturdy thighs, but the long, thick feel of his dick pressing into my ass. He kissed the side of my neck and my eyes fell closed. “How are you so perfect?”

  I smiled. “Far from it. You don’t really know me.”

  “I know this spot right here tastes like hot sugar.” He licked my neck then gave it a gentle grazing with his teeth. Gentle, but with a hint of bite. Literally. Goose bumps rose on my skin and I whimpered.

  His hand spanned my entire belly, the tips of his fingers brushed the underside of my breasts. It showed how big Kemp was, because I wasn’t a small woman.

  “I bet the rest of you tastes just as sweet,” he continued. “Especially that sticky honey between your thighs.”

  Kemp was a dirty talker, which also made him a panty-ruiner because I was soaked.

  “I remember,” Gus said. “Like candy.”

  Kemp groaned and I felt the rumble at my back.

  “We want to know all about you,” Gus continued. “In bed and out.”

  His thumb settled on my lower lip and I opened my eyes. I looked to him, saw the dark gaze I remembered. I parted my lips and the tip slipped in. I sucked on his thumb, swirled my tongue around. Watched his jaw clench, his eyes turn black from the need. I’d sucked his dick a long time ago. I hadn’t been very good at it, more eagerness than skill, but I remembered. How big he’d been in my mouth, how much I’d had to open my mouth to get him to fit. His taste, the hot, velvety yet hard feel against my tongue.

  And it seemed he remembered, too.

  “If you keep doing that, we won’t make it to a bed this first time,” Kemp offered, taking my hand and placing it over the front of his pants so I couldn’t miss how hard he was. And big. So big, he may have been right when he said Gus was the smallest.

  He was ready. Right now. My nerves were gone. Wiped away along with most of my thoughts. Kemp’s mouth on my neck. Gus’s thumb in my mouth. Poe was around here somewhere.

  “We’re going to have to be very careful with you, pixie,” Gus murmured. “We’re the ones in charge and yet you’re going to bring me to my knees with just that hot mouth of yours.”

  He pulled his thumb free and stepped back. Kemp’s arm about me tightened, held me against him, a reminder I’d handed over my power. Gus eyed me.

  “Ready, Parker?” Kemp asked. I couldn’t see his face, but the deep timbre of his voice was laced with blatant need.

  I nodded, my head bumping his shoulder.

  “We need to hear it,” Gus added.

  I swallowed. This was it, the verbal consent they wanted to play and play wild.

  “Yes.”

  Kemp turned me to face him, then arched a pale brow. “Yes, what?”

  I shivered. “Yes, sir.”

  He smiled, all dark and full of heat. Promise.

  7

  GUS

  * * *

  Kemp had been right. The hot, wet suction of her mouth on the tip of my thumb had pre-cum practically dripping from my dick. If I looked down, no doubt a wet patch was growing bigger on the front of my jeans. But I wasn’t tearing my gaze away from Parker. And I had plenty of cum to get in her. Sure, I’d been like a teenager and spurted all over her upturned ass. But I’d stayed hard, stored up the rest of my cum for her pussy. Or her mouth. Maybe even her ass.

  While Kemp and Poe had rubbed one out at the office, I hadn’t come again. It might not have been the best idea, for once I got in her, the way I felt right now I’d pump a few times and be done.

  It was all her fault, coming here looking all fuck-me perfect. The sweet, eager teenager I remembered, but better. More beautiful. Wiser. So fucking sexy. She must have gone home to change because while she still wore jeans, the uniform shirt was gone. In its place was a red flannel, the top two buttons undone. Nothing flashy, nothing overly feminine or high maintenance, which totally worked for me.

  With the shirt tucked in, no one could miss she was all woman with her hourglass figure. She was more than a handful. Everywhere. And I loved that. I wasn’t small, hell, I towered over most women. But not her. I had a few inches on her, but I never had to bend in half to kiss her. And when she was beneath me and I was fucking her, I remembered how easy it had been to reach her mouth with mine, even those ample breasts. And fuck, did I want to see them again. I wanted to rip the buttons off her shirt to see those large nipples I’d sucke
d so fondly. To watch as they hardened in the cooler air, against my tongue.

  Shit. I couldn’t remember a time my dick was so hard. I’d need Parker to help me with the problem because I refused to finish like I had earlier.

  I took her hand and led her upstairs to my bedroom, Kemp right there with us.

  Poe had walked off after hearing about the call, about the guy beating his wife. I didn’t blame him for taking a minute, that kind of situation always messed with him because of his mom. But he had to get his shit together and join us or he’d be missing out. Kemp and I could satisfy Parker, no question. But she wanted all of us and we’d give her anything her fucking heart desired. Especially if it were three dicks.

  I led her to the foot of my big bed. Kemp’s and Poe’s rooms were down the hall. While we’d share her, we’d have to take turns sleeping with her at night. Yes, I was thinking of forever. I remembered what we had, what we’d walked away from. Not again.

  But adding Kemp and Poe obviously changed the dynamic. It wasn’t as if we wanted this huge-ass bed the four of us could sleep in together. That was fucking weird.

  Didn’t mean the three of us wouldn’t fuck her together though. Starting right now.

  “Kemp’s going to get you undressed, pixie.”

  I stepped away, dropped into the overstuffed chair by the window where I usually read before bed. Parker looked a little surprised I’d moved away from her, but I had her attention. Especially when I did some manspreading, opened up my jeans, pushed them down enough to get my dick out. It was so fucking hard I hissed when I gripped the base. I’d never seen it so angry looking, the color a dark plum, so full of blood the vein that ran up the length pulsed and bulged. The crown glistened with pre-cum. And I’d come all over her hours ago.

  “This is all because of you,” I told her. “I’m going to sit here and stroke my dick and watch you with Kemp. My own little strip show. You’re too fucking gorgeous for my dick to handle. I need to come again to take the edge off and then I can go at you all night.”