by Sam Crescent
It was insane.
The pull.
The heat.
The need.
Inch by inch, he filled her ass, gripping her hips as he pushed in. As he did, Scott and Connie both moaned.
His senses went on alert.
“Are you okay?”
“I feel … wow,” she said.
“She’s so tight. I can feel you on my dick,” Scott said.
“You’re both inside me together.”
Pushing her hair off her shoulder, he kissed her neck, biting down on her pulse as he began to pull out of her.
She whimpered his name and then Scott’s as his friend began to suck on her nipples, taking each one in turn. They fucked her body, sharing her, filling her. With Scott’s balls deep within her, Beau pulled out. Then as Scott eased out, Beau pushed in.
They built up a pace.
He ran his hands down her body, going to her clit. He fingered her nub and she cried out. This time, as she got closer to her orgasm, he didn’t stop. No, he brought her to release, feeling her entire body tighten around the both of them.
He closed his eyes, loving the feel of her as she came. She did so again and again.
Finally, Scott was the next to find release and after he came, he eased out of her. Beau held her hips and rode her ass, finding his own orgasm as he filled her ass with cum. Unable to hold himself up, he collapsed at her back, panting.
“I knew it was going to be hot, but not that hot,” Connie said.
Scott laughed. “Do you want to do it again?”
“Not yet, soon.” She pushed some hair off her face. “Have you guys done this before?”
Beau tensed.
“Done what?” Scott asked.
“You know, seduced women. Taken turns.”
Scott looked at him. “Beau and I have shared women before but it has never been like this. We never cared about a woman. It was always a bit of fun.”
“And I’m not a bit of fun?”
“No, you’re not,” Beau said. “You’re everything.” He cupped her tit as he took possession of her mouth.
He didn’t want her to think for a single moment they were using her.
“You’re ours, Connie. You mean more to us than any other woman could possibly mean to us.”
“You’re charming me.”
“I’m doing what I have to so you know you’re everything,” he said.
She smiled. “You know, I could get used to this.”
“Then why don’t you?” Scott said.
He looked at his friend.
“What?” Connie asked.
“Beau and I aren’t going anywhere. We both want this with you. There’s no one else, so why not take us? Have us both.”
“You really want to consider this full-time?”
“Baby, I already do,” Scott said.
“And I do. this is serious to us. You don’t have to pick because Scott and I, we like sharing.”
“And what about in a few months, or years?” Connie asked. “Not everything lasts forever.”
“Not everything but there are a lot of things, baby,” Scott said. “You didn’t stop thinking about having this bar because it might not work, did you? You’ve worked your ass off for the past five years, and look at it now. You’re thriving. It’s a damn good bar. Don’t underestimate us. We’re all good together, don’t you feel it?”
She nibbled on her lip. “I’m scared.”
“There’s nothing to be scared of. I promise.” Scott tucked some of her hair behind her ear. “We’re all here for you. We’ve got nothing to hide.”
Beau didn’t want to point out how the town already knew and they were hiding it from her.
“At least think about it. You can do that, right?”
“Sure,” she said. “I think before we have any dinner, we need to clean up.”
They all chuckled and the tension in the air moved.
Connie was the first to pad out of the room. Beau watched her. “What are we going to do about everyone else?”
“We’re just going to have to be careful,” Scott said. “She wants us. You can see that. We’re not going to fuck it up. I promise.”
He hoped his friend was right.
****
A couple of weeks later, Connie felt sick. She didn’t have anything in the house to help ease her stomach, and with Beau and Scott working, she didn’t want to ask for their help. They were always so busy and if she distracted them, it meant she wouldn’t get to see them much at night, and she loved their shared nights.
They went to her place, Scott’s, or Beau’s.
Beau’s place was even smaller than hers, so they always opted for Scott’s. They hadn’t gone to Scott’s or Beau’s in a few weeks though. Her men always came to her bar, and they ended up in her bed. She didn’t mind because her bed was big enough to accommodate all three of them.
She wondered if anyone had noticed their cars staying at her place all night. Either way, she couldn’t dwell on it.
She loved being snuggled between the two men. After what felt like a lifetime, she finally got to wake up between the two. Beau hadn’t been called away for an emergency, and being near him, it was a dream come true.
After parking outside of the pharmacy, she went inside and started to look for something to help with stomach issues. She looked on the shelves and didn’t see anything. After going to the front of the desk, she stood waiting. As she did, one of the women behind the counter said she’d just be a moment.
“That’s her. That’s the slut everyone is talking about. She’s not satisfied with one man, she’s screwing Beau and Scott.”
Connie tensed up. At first, she truly believed she’d imagined it.
Glancing behind her, she saw two women. Neither of them smiled at her. She didn’t recognize them and finally, the woman stepped up to the counter.
“Sorry about the wait. How can I help you?”
“She needs something to test for STDs,” one whispered.
Heat filled her cheeks.
“Er, I was wondering if there was anything you could help to ease sickness.”
This was mortifying. Someone knew. She didn’t know how it happened, but they were talking about her, Beau, and Scott.
“Wow, is she that stupid she doesn’t even realize she needs a pregnancy test?” This time it was said loud enough for the woman advising her to hear.
The woman now looked uncomfortable and Connie wanted the world to open up and swallow her whole.
“You know what? I don’t need anything. Excuse me.”
She turned to leave but stopped as she heard one of them call her a whore.
“What did you call me?” she asked, rounding on the woman.
One of them shrank away, but the other squared her shoulders. “You’re over here. No one likes a whore near their husbands and you think…”
She held her hand up. “I don’t have a clue what you think you know about me, but your dead fucking wrong. Don’t threaten me again, and don’t call me that. Next time, I won’t allow you to say it again. I know how to deal with bitches, and it’s not whispering about them behind their backs.”
After turning on her heel, she walked right out of the pharmacy, climbed into her car, and drove home.
She put a closed for the night sign on her bar, went to her fridge in her apartment, grabbed a large tub of ice cream, sat on the sofa, and ate.
The sickness finally abated but the pain in her heart, that didn’t seem to want to disappear. Tears flooded her eyes.
Any hope of making this work with Scott and Beau evaporated right before her. Her bar would suffer. Men would be mean. They would listen to the gossip and assume the worst and she didn’t want to get into a situation with men.
All the hope and happiness of the last couple of days disappeared.
She was alone.
All alone.
A sad, lonely loser.
Hours ticked by. She finished off one tub of ice crea
m and sat staring into space.
Her cell phone started to ring. Picking it up, she saw Beau was calling.
Suddenly, something hit her window.
After climbing to her feet, she answered the call and opened the curtain. Beau and Scott were down on the ground. It looked like Scott had thrown stones. He stopped when he caught sight of her and she connected the call.
“Baby, what’s going on? Why is the bar closed?” Beau asked.
The sun had set. She hadn’t even heard cars arriving or people knocking on her door.
“It’s over,” she said.
“What?”
“Everyone knows. I had to go to the pharmacy today because I felt sick and do you know what I heard?” she asked.
“Baby, let us up,” Beau said.
He had it on speakerphone and she shook her head. “No, I didn’t hear that. I heard how much of a whore and a slut I am. They know, Beau. They know I’m with you and they hate me for it.”
“Who gives a fuck what they think?” Scott asked.
“I do.” Her business would. “It’s over.”
“No. It can’t be over. Don’t do this, Connie. We want you,” Scott said.
She shook her head. “Leave me alone. I’ve already done enough damage. At least you guys will be fine now. I don’t want anything to happen to either of you.” She hung up her cell phone, closed the curtain, and went to sit on her sofa. The tears spilled down her cheeks and they felt like fire, branding her.
She was a loser.
She’d taken a chance and rather than gaining anything, she’d lost it all.
She wiped under her nose, curled up in a ball, and sobbed. All she really wanted was for Beau and Scott to be wrapped around her. They helped her to feel safe, to feel loved.
Now, she had nothing.
Chapter Nine
“I’m going to hurt every single motherfucker who dares to hurt her,” Scott said.
He climbed into his car, Beau getting into the passenger seat. “Where are we going?”
“Simple, we’re going back to the pharmacy, then we’re going to let the town know.” The pharmacy and the diner were the two places still open as they always had late hours. Not as late as Connie usually did.
“Why do you think she went to the pharmacy?” Beau asked.
“You heard her, she felt sick.”
“Sick?”
Scott nodded.
“You don’t think that was sickness because of a pregnancy, do you?” Beau asked.
“It could be and we’re going to pick up a test to make sure. I’m not losing her, Beau. We’re going to make the town realize we’re both claiming her as our own. Anyone who fucks with us will have to deal with us. You’re the best damn mechanic around, and if they want to lose weight or have a good time, they will all be turned away. You’re with me?”
“Hell, yeah, I want Connie. You know that. I’m not going to give her up, and I’m certainly not going to let any of these fucking bastards take her from us.”
They arrived outside of the pharmacy. After climbing out of the car, Scott went in. He didn’t wait around and went straight to the pregnancy tests. He found a couple of different brands and didn’t know which one would work best, and so he took them.
At the counter, he looked at the woman. “Connie Reeves came in earlier. She runs the bar.”
“I know her.”
“What happened?” Scott asked.
He listened as the woman told him what went down.
“Right, thank you for your time. The next time Connie comes in here and someone is giving her shit, call me,” Scott said. He held out a card, which the woman took. Beau did the same.
With their tests in hand, they walked over to the diner.
“What are you going to do?” Beau asked.
“Simple. We’re going to go in there united.” Scott opened the door.
He released a whistle, gaining the attention of the people in the diner. Scott saw the woman the pharmacist had mentioned.
“I know you all know me. I’m Scott James, and this is Beau Caine. We’re best of friends, and we are going to tell you straight. Connie Reeves, the woman who owns the best damn bar in town, she belongs to us. She’s our woman. One of you today hurt her and I consider that a slight against me and my boy. Ask Mrs. Dale what happens when she thinks to hurt someone we love. We know you don’t all need us or our services but one day, you will, and you’ll be out on your ass. We love Connie. We’re going to make her our woman. You don’t like it, you can go to hell,” Scott said.
Turning on his heel, he left the diner.
Beau laughed. “I think you’ve shocked the shit out of them.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t give a fuck about them. I’m worried about one person and one person only. She wouldn’t let us up, Beau. It might be easy to tell them what’s going to happen, and to put them in their place, but dealing with Connie isn’t going to be as easy.”
“Do you think she’s pregnant?
“I don’t know, but if she wasn’t prepared for a baby, we’ve got to deal with it.” He slammed his fist against the steering wheel. “Fuck! I hate those fucking bitches. Always meddling in others’ lives, hurting people. They have no bastard right.”
“Wow, you really are pissed,” Beau said. “You only swear when you’re really angry.”
“I can’t … I can’t lose her, Beau. I can see us all now, together. I know it’s not conventional, but who gives a shit about convention? It’s love. I love her. You love her. I don’t want to lose her. Not any part of her.”
Beau gripped his shoulder. “We won’t. We’ll win this. We have to.”
They arrived back outside of the bar. The closed sign was still there. After climbing out of the car, Scott grabbed the bag and went to the doors. They were locked. He went around to the back, and again, it was locked.
“Fuck. Call her.” His cell phone had died on him a few hours ago.
Beau started to call.
Once he’d picked up a couple of stones, he aimed them for the window.
The curtain twitched.
“She’s not answering.”
“I know. Hang up.” He threw another stone. “If you don’t open the window, I’m going to end up breaking it.”
She rolled her eyes as she finally opened the window. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“I’ve told the town,” Scott said. “I told the town that you belong to us and if anyone has an issue with it then they get to deal with me and Beau.”
“Seriously? You’ve made this worse!”
“No. I’ve made it better. You’re ours, Connie.”
She shook her head. “No, I don’t belong to anyone. This was a mistake. We were fools to think we could do this and make it work. It’s over.”
“You could be pregnant,” Scott said. He’d wanted to let that little secret out slowly and to bring her around to the idea.
She didn’t shut the window. Her gaze was on him.
“Excuse me?”
“Yeah, Beau and I, we’re not exactly innocent here. We figured the town would find out eventually and well, we weren’t careful. You’re feeling sick, and it could be down to the fact we’ve been coming in your pussy without a rubber.” Scott shrugged. He sounded like an asshole and he felt like one as well.
She glared at him.
He held up the bag. “I’ve got the tests right here. You’ve just got to come and get them.”
****
They were going to lose her.
Beau couldn’t believe Scott decided to behave like a dick right now. This wasn’t the time for Scott to be like this.
Connie opened the door and stormed up to Scott. She tried to take the tests from him but Scott held them above his head. She wasn’t tall enough to grab them.
“Stop, Scott, just stop.”
“Not going to happen,” Scott said. He banded an arm around her waist and pulled her close. “We’re not going to let you go that easily. You belong to us.
You’re our woman, Connie.”
“You told the entire town without consulting me? When do I get a say in the matter? What if I can’t handle this? It was stupid of all of us to think this could work. It can’t.”
“You need to take the tests,” Beau said.
“I will.”
“And we need to be there.” Beau wanted to be part of this moment with their woman.
“Are you going to take a test to see which one of you is actually the father?” Connie asked. Tears shone in her eyes.
He went to her and even as she tried to pull away, he held her tightly. “Don’t pull away. We’re going to be here for you.”
“I don’t know how you can say that. How you can both treat this like it’s okay?”
“We love you,” Beau said.
The town knew their feelings for her. It was only fair she got the chance to know them as well.
“What?” Connie asked.
“Yeah, my brain-dead friend right here told the town. It wasn’t the entire town, but by the time the news spreads, it will be. Yeah, we’re in love with you. Have been for a long time. We want you to be pregnant because we want to make this work. You, me, and Scott. All three of us together, in our own twisted world.” He laughed. “Surprise.”
“You are?” Connie asked. Her gaze went between the two of them.
“Yes,” Scott said, finally speaking up and not sounding like a dick this time. “We are in love with you. We’ve been hoping you feel the same way. We don’t want to lose you and I don’t care what the town thinks or feels. I only care about what you think.”
He held out the tests. “We want this and we both know it was wrong and we should have thought about protection every single time, but we love you.”
She took the bag from Scott.
Beau noticed her hand shook.
“Er, I think it best if you come inside,” she said. She didn’t wait for a response. She turned and made her way back inside the bar.
Beau glared at Scott. “Can you try to keep your asshole tendencies locked up?”
“It got her out here, didn’t it? The door is open.”
“Yeah, and if she’s pregnant, she’s emotional. I don’t want her coming at us with a carving knife.”