by K. C. Crowne
When we got inside, Travis made a beeline for the kitchen, returning with a trio of cold beers. I hadn’t been in the mood for one, but once Travis put it in my hand it sure sounded good. Without saying a word, we all opened our beers and took long swigs.
“You almost got into a bad scene back there,” Adam commented. “Almost got locked up.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” I said, lifting an eyebrow at him.
He nodded. “But now you’re especially on the bad side of the law. You get cuffs thrown on you again and you might not be so lucky as to get out of it with a slap on the wrist and a small fine.”
“Not to mention you’re under the evil eye of Bryce,” Travis added as he took off his hat and tossed it on the coffee table. “Bet you he’s got enough juice to get whatever judge on his side to throw the damn book at you.”
They were right, right, right. I hated to admit it, so I didn’t say a word. We finished the beers in silence, and Travis grabbed another round. The booze was going to my head, making me feel even more turned on than I’d been before.
“Boys,” I said. “The three of us. We’re alone together.”
They made the same confused expression, followed by realization of what I was referring to.
“That’s a hell of a thing to bring up,” Adam said with a little laugh. “That’s what’s on your mind right now?”
“It’s…um, about the only thing that’s been on my mind.” I shrugged. “Besides abusive assholes.”
Silence. Travis and Adam regarded one another, and I knew what it meant. I was ready to be bold. Maybe it was the adrenaline from the protest. I reached over and placed one hand on each of their legs.
“Boys,” I murmured. “Look me in the eye and tell me you’re not thinkin’ about it.”
“This isn’t the time for this,” Adam said, clearing his throat. “We need to be talkin’ about keeping you safe.”
“How about this?” I asked. “We have some fun. And then the two of you can lecture me all you want.” I glanced at Travis’s jeans, noting that his cock was hard enough to tent the denim. “Looks like someone agrees with me.”
“Aw, hell,” Travis griped, his jaw tight. “Skye, this is a bad idea.”
“It wasn’t before. We all had fun, didn’t we?”
“Doesn’t matter,” he said. “We can’t do it again.”
I let a playfully thoughtful look appear on my face. “How about this? Adam, you come over here and kiss me. And if you don’t wanna do anything else, that’s fine.”
“Shit,” Adam swore, his leg bouncing up and down. “Shit, shit, shit.” Then he got up and came to sit next to me.
“Adam,” Travis said through clenched teeth. “You can’t be serious.”
“Hard to say no,” he murmured. “I mean, you can just watch if you want.” He turned to me, a small smile visible through his stubble. Then he moved in and placed his lips on mine.
We kissed, my hand moving to his cock and his to my breasts. But something strange happened – as soon as his hand touched my right tit a wave of sensitivity flowed out. My breasts were…tender. Strange. I continued kissing him, trying to ignore the odd sensation. Adam and I undressed quickly, and he unhooked the clasp of my bra. My breasts fell into his hands.
More…wasn’t quite pain, but it didn’t feel great. However, his mouth on my nipples sure did. I lay back on the couch, leaning against the armrest. With Adam occupied by my breasts, I glanced at Travis. He was watching, clearly conflicted.
“Get over here,” I urged. “I know you want to.”
“Fuck…”
“Yeah. That’s what I’m thinkin’ too.”
Travis rose, stepping over to me and undoing his big belt buckle. I watched as he did, his cock springing out in front of my face. I took it into my mouth, covering his head in tongue lashes as he moaned with pleasure.
As I sucked Travis, Adam kept going down. He shimmied me out of my jeans and soaking wet panties, putting his face between my legs and pleasuring me with his tongue and lips.
Oral up top, oral down below. I took more and more of Travis into my mouth, my moans muffled by his cock. He glanced down at Adam eating me, soft sounds floating up from below. He was feeling competitive – I could see it in his eyes. An orgasm flowed through my body because I enjoyed Travis watching me. I cried out, and his eyes flashed.
“My turn,” he said. Adam looked up, confused. “Come on.”
Adam backed off and Travis moved to where he was. He climbed between my legs, grabbing his cock and putting it between my lips. As he did, Adam finished undressing, his gorgeous, toned body towering over me. The moment his cock was out I sucked it in my mouth and bobbed up and down on it. They were both heavenly, delicious in their own ways.
Travis drove into me, and my eyes widened above Adam’s prick. He’d been eager to get back inside me, and that was all right. Feeling his cock slide into me, plunging deep again and again was just what I’d wanted.
I sucked Adam, glancing up at him with sultry eyes, watching his chest rise and fall.
“You want me to come?” he asked, his voice deep. “Want me to come in that pretty little mouth?”
I nodded slowly, my lips moving up and down his length. Travis continued to thrust into me, only stopping to turn me over and pull my ass into the air. His cock was inside me again soon after, his hips slapping against my full, round ass while he fucked me good and hard.
Adam was getting closer to orgasm, and so was I. Right in the middle of a frenzy of Travis’s thrusts, Adam loosed in my mouth. His seed was warm and hot and sticky, spraying all over my tongue. I swallowed the salty concoction just as Travis forced an orgasm out of me.
My body shook with pleasure, my eyes widening, my mouth still wrapped around Adam’s cock. It felt so good, so good it almost hurt. But speaking of hurt, the swaying of my breasts below me didn’t feel right at all. The pleasure of the orgasm was more intense than that, however.
As I swallowed the rest of Adam, Travis pulled out and shot himself onto my back, little flicks of hot fluid spraying over my skin. I collapsed onto the couch, Travis on the floor near my hips. Adam took a seat on the ground, stroking my hair as he sat.
The tenderness of my breasts bothered me. I thought it might mean I was about to have my period, but I’d never had that kind of symptom before.
Pregnant. The word appeared in my mind out of the blue. It scared the hell out of me, especially since I’d been with two men. I made a mental note to get a test the next day, if only to ease my mind.
But me and Travis and Adam. We’d done it again. And I didn’t regret it one damn bit.
Travis
We’d done it again. How the hell had I let it happen? If someone would’ve told me before I stepped into Adam’s place with the two of them that no more than an hour later I’d be buried to the root inside her while Adam was coming in her mouth, I would’ve told them they were crazy.
But it’d happened.
And the weirdest part – it wasn’t weird. Sure, it was a little strange to be inside a woman at the same time as my best friend. But afterwards, no odd vibes. We dressed, ordered some pizza, threw back a few more beers, and I ended up crashing at Adam’s. The three of us slept in separate beds. Guess we all figured it’d be the simplest thing to do.
The next morning, Adam made coffee and pancakes, like we were some kind of weird family or something.
“What’s the plan for today?” Adam asked as he sat down with us.
“Work,” I said. “And more work.”
“Same here,” Skye said, her mouth full of pancake. “Full-as-hell-day.”
“Best be gettin’ back over to the Atwater place and get to it with the barn.”
“Still hate that you’re workin’ for him,” Skye sneered.
“I know, I know. But like I said, it’s the best way to keep tabs on him. And I wouldn’t have found out about Julio otherwise, you know.”
Skye and I had the same confused exp
ression on our faces when we looked at him.
“Julio?” Skye asked, her fork filled with a big bite of pancakes hovering above her plate.
“Aw, hell,” he said, realizing he’d let something out that he hadn’t wanted to. “Julio. That’s the name of the horse, the one that’s been neglected.”
Skye raised her eyebrows. “You mean…you were the one who called in the tip to Helping Hands?”
“Yeah, it was me. Didn’t wanna make a thing out of it, though.”
Skye smiled, clearly happy about. She reached over and placed her hand on his. “That’s…I don’t know what to say. Thanks, Adam.”
“Like I said, don’t wanna make a thing. But I wasn’t about to stand around while that animal was treated that way. Didn’t seem right at all.”
“You did the right thing,” she assured me. “I’m happy as hell about it.”
Not gonna lie – a tinge of jealousy ran through me at how sweet she was being to him. Was this shit between us going to get worse? Last night hadn’t seemed all that bad. The three of us hung out like old pals, no bad blood at all.
“Anyway,” Adam said, slipping his hand out from underneath Skye’s and wrapping it around his coffee mug. “Today’s probably the last day we’re gonna be workin’ on the barn. And I’m glad for it – the less time I spend around that prick, the better.”
“Right,” Skye agreed. “Once you’re done, we can figure out our next step.”
“What do you mean?”
She looked at me. “We have to save that horse. And any others he might be treating badly.”
Her fervor to save the creature was intoxicating to watch. Regardless, I decided I’d find a way to help her. Hell, I hated hearing about the abuse as well. I chewed another bite and swallowed before checking my phone. It was getting late in the morning.
“Need to get to work. Skye, I’ll give you a ride, of course.”
“Yeah,” she said. “We should get to it.”
The three of us finished our breakfast and cleaned up before heading out. Skye and I got into my truck, and as we did Adam glanced in our direction. I couldn’t tell for sure, but it looked like he might’ve been a touch jealous. Not like I could throw stones about that particular matter. We were off, some bluegrass playing softly on the stereo.
“Hey,” Skye interrupted my thoughts. “Do you mind if we make a quick stop in town before we go to the ranch?”
“What you need to stop for?”
“I…I need something at the pharmacy.”
“What’s up? You feelin’ sick or somethin’?”
“Somethin’ like that.”
“It can’t wait? We need to get to the ranch and town’s a little out of the way.”
“It can’t wait. Sorry if I’m bein’ a pain in the ass.”
It was a bit of a drive, but if the girl wasn’t feeling well, then there wasn’t any debating on the subject. I made the turn-off toward Crawford, and in about fifteen minutes, we were parked in front of the big glass windows of the pharmacy.
“I’ll just be a second.” She hopped out, then turned when I opened my door.
“I’ll come in with you. Might grab me a soda or somethin’.”
Her eyes flashed, and it was clear she hadn’t been expecting that. “Sure you don’t want to wait in the car? I can grab it for you.”
“Nah. Feel like stretchin’ my legs.”
“Um, okay.”
I killed the engine, wondering about her awkward reaction. The moment we were in the pharmacy, Skye hurried off and disappeared among the aisles. With a shrug of my shoulders, I wandered to the drink display. Soda sounded a little sweet for the morning, so I grabbed one of those mixed fruit drinks to hopefully take the edge off the beers from last night. After I paid, I opened it and drank while I flipped through the magazines at the rack near the entrance.
“Okay!” Skye exclaimed loudly, startling me. “Ready to go.”
She had a small bag in her hand, full of whatever she’d bought. And the way she held it was odd, the top curled up as if she didn’t want me to see what was in there.
“What’d you buy?” I asked, nodding towards the bag.
“Nothing.” She held the bag in front of her stomach. I frowned, and she corrected herself. “Um, I mean, feminine stuff.”
“Ah. Say no more.” I wasn’t shy about those sorts of things, and it did explain why Skye was being so cagey. We went back outside, the day warm and mild, the sun nice and bright. Good day for some outside work. As we made our way to the car, Skye’s foot hit a crack in the sidewalk. She lunged forward, the bag flying out of her hands and landing on the sidewalk, the contents spilling out.
“Shit,” I said. “Lemme get that.”
“No!” She scrambled to her feet. “I can—”
But before she could finish the sentence, I was standing over top the bag. I looked down, expecting to see tampons or pads or whatever. What I did see was a hell of a shock.
Pregnancy tests.
“What…what the hell?”
“You weren’t supposed to see that.” She scrambled to pick them up and shove them back into her bag.
“Truck. Now.”
She flashed worried eyes at me before hurrying to the door and climbing in.
What. The. Hell. Pregnancy tests? My mind raced as I stepped around the truck and got in. The engine roared as I turned the key and we were off. Silence passed as I tried to figure out what the hell to say.
“Skye. Why on earth are you buyin’ pregnancy tests?” It was about the dumbest question I could’ve asked. But I wasn’t exactly in a clear-thinking mood.
“I…I’m probably worrying over nothin’.”
“Are you…late?”
“I don’t think so. But last night when we were all, you know, my breasts felt really tender.”
“In a good way?” I asked these questions as if I knew what it felt like to be pregnant when I really had zero clue. But I needed information.
“In a weird way. It’s never happened before, so I just wanted to make sure I got nothin’ to worry about.”
“But you haven’t had your period yet. That means you could be…”
She held up a hand, trying to calm me. “Let’s not jump to any conclusions.”
“Skye, you’ve been with two guys. Only two guys, right?”
She lifted an eyebrow, and I thought for a moment she might yell at me. It was a shitty question. “Yeah. You and Adam were the only ones in the last month. Hell, more than the last few months.”
“Okay. So that means if you are…then there’s no way to know for sure whose it is.”
She frowned and looked near tears as she nodded. “I know. But like I said, I’m sure it’s nothin’.”
“Could be more than nothin’. Could be a damn baby.”
“Listen, you don’t have to get mad,” she said hotly, glaring at me.
“Hell, I don’t know what the hell I’m feelin’. One second I’m sippin’ on some banana-strawberry bullshit and the next I’m wonderin’ if I’m gonna be a dad.”
“You’re probably not. It’s pro—”
“Probably nothin’, I know,” I interrupted. “But Skye, if you’re pregnant, that’s gonna be a mess of a situation.”
“I’m well aware, thank you.”
“And we’re gonna have to tell Adam about it.”
“Not if it’s nothing. We need to find out first.”
I stared at her, agreeing by nodding my head, which was spinning, but I wasn’t in the mood to talk. All I could think about was getting to the ranch and letting her take that damn test.
The rest of the ride passed in silence. She was telling me it was nothing, but deep in the pit of my stomach I was sure my world was about to be turned all kinds of upside down.
Adam
I wasn’t happy about working for Bryce, but damned if the barn didn’t look great. The boys and I had spent most of the day going over it, doing the finishing touches to get the job done. And
though it was for a man I wasn’t too crazy about – to say the least – I always took pride in a job well done.
“What’re you thinkin’, boss?” Stafford, my foreman, stepped up to my side as I looked over the barn. “All set?”
“Don’t think there’s anything left to double-check.”
“Hell yeah!” he said, giving my back a slap. “Boys and I were talkin’ about goin’ to Raw Heart for a few drinks after. You comin’?”
Raw Heart. All that place made me think of was Skye, along with what we’d done that night. Still couldn’t believe we fucking did it again. But damned if I couldn’t stop thinking about how hot Skye looked with her lips wrapped around my dick. It’d been enough to make me want to duck out to the nearest bathroom and get myself off to the thought of it. Good thing I had enough self-control not to do it during a damn shift.
“Is that a yeah, boss?”
I’d zoned the fuck out. “Might stop by later. You boys gonna be there all night?”
“Of course we are,” he said with a guffaw. “Post-finish tradition, you know? Show up after the job’s done, close the fucker out.”
Getting plastered sounded nice, like it’d take the edge off all the tension I’d been feeling. But something told me I’d need to keep a clear head tonight. Wasn’t sure what it was.
“Alright. Maybe I’ll see y’all there.”
The crew packed up and headed out, and soon I was alone in front of the barn. Hadn’t seen anything since I’d been there for the day. And no sign of Bryce. I wondered if he was purposefully staying out of sight. I took a quick look through the barn, inside and out. Fine work – I had a hell of a crew, and they never failed to live up to my damn high standards.
Nothing else to do, so I glanced around and saw Gael on the way out. I tipped my hat to him before getting in my truck and leaving the Atwater ranch for what would hopefully be the last damn time.
Once I was back at my house, I tossed my hat onto the nearest chair and sat down to kick off my boots. But I barely had time to relax before I saw something strange, a car outside my place. And it wasn’t just any car – it was a cop car driving by at a slow-ass pace, like it was taking a look inside.