Texas Blaze

by Cooper McKenzie

  She tried to fight, but the slide into subspace was inevitable as her body tightened in preparation. She was seconds from peaking when Levin cried out just before his cock twitched and his seed spurted across her tongue and down her throat. She swallowed every drop automatically even as her body jolted and shivered with her own orgasm. At the same time, Wyatt’s cock grew even larger before his thrusts grew jerky and then stopped as he added even more heat to her pussy as he filled the condom that separated them.

  It took more than a few minutes to recover, but when Blaze finally caught her breath, she was energized and, for the first time in months, excited to start this new day.

  Chapter Ten

  By the time they all recovered, cleaned up, and dressed, they had to hurry to the dining hall before breakfast ended. When Blaze stumbled on the uneven ground, Levin did not hesitate to kneel down and offer her a piggyback ride. She climbed on with a giggle. Once she was comfortably wrapped around his body, he straightened to continue a fast walk to the cluster of buildings, which were far enough from the main house that the main house could not hear the boys in the evenings.

  He could almost smell Blaze’s brain burning up with questions as she saw some of the ranch’s residents as they left the building that housed the dining hall and headed across the way to another large one-story building.

  “What is this place?” she asked once he set her down on the wide porch that made up the front of the dining hall.

  “This is the Rocking JT Ranch,” Levin answered simply as he took her hand and led her into the building where they usually ate breakfast with the men who worked the ranch.

  “But they’re just boys,” she said as she looked around at the dozen or so young men and half-dozen adults who were still eating breakfast.

  A black-haired young man who looked about fifteen paused in front of her. “No, ma’am, we’re not boys. Levin calls us men in training. Wyatt calls us pains in his—”

  “Don’t finish that sentence unless you want KP for the rest of the weekend,” an older man in a chef’s uniform said as he stepped into the room from the kitchen.

  “Yes, Chef,” the boy said with a grin as he carried a stack of dirty dishes to the kitchen.

  “Men in training?” she asked, turning to look at him.

  Levin nodded as he led her toward an empty table in the middle of the room. “Let’s get you settled and we’ll talk about it over breakfast.”

  Wyatt had already disappeared into the kitchen, so as soon as he had her settled, Levin crossed to the door to the kitchen as well.

  Chef was plating three breakfasts by the time he joined them in the kitchen.

  “So that’s her?” Chef asked.

  “That’s her,” Wyatt responded simply.

  “She’s a pretty little thing, even with the bruises.”

  “Yes, she is,” Levin agreed with a grin. “She’s also spoken for.”

  Chef looked from Wyatt to Levin and back again before nodding solemnly. “Just be gentle with her. I heard she’s had a rough go of it these past few months.”

  “We’ll be as gentle as she wants us to,” Levin assured the cook before taking two plates and heading back into the dining room. He was hungry, but he also wasn’t sure leaving Blaze alone for too long was a good idea. The last thing she needed was for one of the hands to hit on her, or make a comment about her visible bruises.

  But he had nothing to worry about. The men and men-in-training who had been eating when they entered had cleared the hall while he and Wyatt had been in the kitchen. Blaze looked to be deep in thought, but Levin was glad to see that whatever she was contemplating didn’t seem to be troubling her.

  “Here, eat up,” he said, setting a plate in front of her. He then pulled two sets of silverware from his back pocket and set them on the table between her and the chair he took on her left side.

  “Thank you,” she said softly, looking over the plate before lifting her gaze to his. “There’s no way I can eat all this.”

  “Eat what you can, leave what you can’t. Levin will be happy to clear your plate,” Wyatt said easily as he took the chair on her other side.

  When Blaze looked his way, Levin raised one shoulder in a shrug as he nodded. “What can I say? I’m a growing boy.”

  Blaze’s tinkling laughter sent a shaft of heat straight to his cock.

  As they ate, several men approached the table, hats in hands. They directed questions to both Wyatt and Levin, depending on the subject. Blaze was impressed at the patience the men showed as they answered questions, gave advice, even offered to discuss how to build a better credit rating with one hand after dinner that evening.

  * * * *

  Wyatt watched Blaze as they finished breakfast. She looked around, taking in the wall of accomplishments they had begun shortly after opening the ranch to younger cowboys. Nowadays, the county foster care system admitted they had boys from as far away as Austin begging to be placed on the ranch instead of a home in the city.

  The long wall of the building had dozens of framed photographs, as well a number of certificates, ribbons, a few belt buckles, and letters from previous residents. Every piece of memorabilia on the wall had a story behind it, a boy whose life had been turned around by spending time on the Rocking JT.

  When Levin returned with an insulated pot of coffee and refilled their mugs, she turned her attention back to them. “So, what are men-in-training, and why do you have so many of them here? And what is the job Gunnar said you had for me? I’m not a cowboy.”

  “The Rocking JT is a unique ranch in that not only do we raise cattle, we rehabilitate horses and troubled young men,” Wyatt said. “The foster system can only do so much, and a number of years ago we watched a young man get screwed by the system and knew we needed to do something. We offer young men who are on the verge of trouble a chance to turn their lives around. Our boys learn to take responsibility for themselves, finish high school through our homeschooling program, learn a trade, and grow into men who can walk proudly through the world. We have a 100 percent high school graduation success with a high percentage of our boys either joining the military or getting jobs and staying out of trouble.”

  “Sounds like quite an endeavor,” Blaze said as she looked toward the wall again. “And you need me because…?”

  “Because the state has decided that we’ve become too good at what we do and want to screw it up,” Levin said, his frustration clearly evident.

  Blaze smiled and nodded. “Sounds like any bureaucracy when they see something that works. So, you need a social worker to run interference to keep the state at bay?”

  “The bureaucracy, as you call it, has decided we need to file a number of reports that we’ve not had to file before and jump through hoops to maintain our status as a foster home. We’re cowboys, not social workers, and don’t understand half of what they’re asking for. We also have a number of requests from other organizations wanting to know how we run our program with such success. We need someone who knows how to talk government speak and who would be willing to work up a presentation for other groups who want to try and duplicate what we have done here.”

  Wyatt knew he was throwing a lot at her, but they were getting desperate. He could only spend an hour or two a day on the paperwork before his head threatened to explode from frustration. Asking Levin to do complicated paperwork was like handing a gorilla knitting needles and a skein of yarn and asking for a pair of socks. They needed help, and from talking to Gunnar and Jillian, they needed Blaze.

  He hoped they could convince her to step in before the state showed up and dragged all the boys away.

  * * * *

  After hearing what she assumed were the vague beginnings of a job offer, Blaze looked from Wyatt to Levin and back again. “You’re offering me a job as the ranch social worker?”

  Both men blinked and quickly shook their heads then changed directions and began to nod at a slower rate. “Not just the ranch social worker,” Levin said. �
�We also want to see if there can be more between the three of us. Other than just an occasional scene at the club.”

  Blaze looked into his golden-brown eyes and saw banked hunger in them. For her as a submissive? Or for her as an equal partner in a triad relationship?

  Turning her head, she saw Wyatt’s silvery blue eyes glowing with the same sort of attraction.

  “I’m not sure I’m going to stay in Texas once I’m fully healed,” she said honestly. “Gunnar brought me here so he and Jillian could take care of me while I healed, but…”

  “You need to stand on your own feet,” Wyatt said.

  She nodded. “Even when I was with Andy, I worked and shared in the decisions, the bills, and everything else. Once he died, I admit I’ve been lost, but I never missed a bill, never skipped a payment, and I did it all on my own.”

  The two men nodded then each took a hand and held it sandwiched between both of theirs.

  “And you’re stronger because of that experience. We’re not asking you to be a slave with no wages or a kept woman. We’re offering you a position here at the ranch, one with pay and benefits just like any of our full-time employees,” Levin said, pulling her head back around to meet his eyes.

  “Playing at the club, sleeping in our bed, and being our woman is just a bonus. For us all,” Wyatt added.

  Blaze pulled her hands from theirs then sat back, wincing when her side pulled. She crossed her arms over her chest in a move that soothed the pain as she thought about what they were offering.

  Finally, she took a slow, careful breath. “I’d like to think about the job offer. I also need to look into what it takes to become accredited as a social worker in Texas. In the meantime, I’d like to see the ranch and hear more about what all you’re doing here, what the boys experience here, and then I’d like a ride back to Gunnar’s.”

  She watched the men exchange a conversation without words before they both nodded, as if their strings were being pulled by the same puppet master.

  “I’d also like to ask if I could spend some time with each of you, without the other, over the next few days. I’m hoping that by next Friday when we all go back to the club together I’ll be up for more than just sitting in a chair as a rope dummy. Or is that too many demands coming from the woman you want as your submissive and third?”

  The men again held a silent conversation of shrugs and head tilts before they both turned back to face her fully. Finally, Wyatt said, “That sounds like a good plan you’ve laid out. Our only condition is that you don’t make any decisions until after next Friday evening when we’re all together at the club.”

  Blaze nodded. “That sounds like a reasonable request.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Sunday afternoon, just before the agreed-upon time, Blaze sat with Jillian on the front porch, waiting for Levin to arrive for their date. Before they’d brought her home in time for lunch the day before, she had agreed to three dates. It was decided she would go out alone with Levin on Sunday, Wyatt on Tuesday, and then both men would take her out on Wednesday.

  Sunday morning, she received a very Dom-like text from Levin that brought back to mind some of the texts Andy would send her when she was still learning his preferences.

  Wear a skirt or dress, no panties, no stockings.

  None of the clothes she had fit the bill, so she and Jillian went into the storage building where her things from North Carolina had been placed. It took a couple hours, but the finally found the boxes containing her clothes. The boxes had been moved to her room, where she would go through them and decide what would and would not work in Texas.

  So here she sat, in a denim skirt that covered her to mid-thigh, one of her dressier T-shirts with no writing on the front, and strappy low-heeled sandals on her feet. Though she had followed Levin’s no-panties dictate, she still wore a bra, though it was one of the newer ones she’d bought not long before her life had gone to hell.

  “Are you sure you don’t want me to go with you?” Jillian offered as Levin’s big truck came into view.

  Blaze looked at her best friend and braced a hand on her ribs as she chuckled. “Your husband sent me home with them Friday night and now you’re asking if you should come with me on a vanilla date?”

  Jillian shrugged. “Gunnar didn’t consult me Friday night. If he had, he would never have allowed you to go off alone with two men you didn’t know. Especially when you were in such an emotional and exhausted state. We may have to call Taurus and have the man give Gunnar a crash course in owning a BDSM club before Friday night.”

  “Yeah, like that’s gonna happen,” Blaze said.

  In the next instant both women giggled at the thought of Gunnar being schooled about anything. The man was the ultimate Viking dominant, and no one questioned his authority about anything.

  Ever.

  “Good afternoon, ladies,” Levin said as he approached the porch steps.

  “Hello, Levin,” Jillian said as Blaze rose from her chair.

  “Hi,” Blaze responded, grabbing the small purse and ivory-colored pashmina from the small table next to her chair.

  “So, what’s the plan?” Jillian asked, sounding entirely too much like an overprotective mother.

  “Thought we’d do a movie and early dinner. Don’t worry, mama hen, I’ll have her home before curfew,” Levin answered with a smirk.

  Blaze looked at her friend and winked. “Don’t worry. I have my phone if he gets too fresh and I need a ride home.”

  The two girls laughed as Blaze crossed the porch and descended the steps, stopping on the bottom one, which put her almost nose to nose with Levin. “Hello, Sir Levin,” she said softly before leaning forward enough to brush a kiss on his cheek.

  “Hello, little one,” he responded, sending a shiver of need through her to settle low in her pelvis.

  With that, he took her hand and led her to the truck. Helping her in and securing her seatbelt, he rounded the front of the truck and climbed in. “You okay with this?” he asked as he started the engine.

  Blaze smiled and nodded. “I’m looking forward to our first date. Bring it on, cowboy.”

  She turned and waved to Jillian as Levin put the truck in gear and slowly drove away. Her stomach was knotted, and her pussy was dampening in excitement of what the next few hours would hold.

  When Levin began asking typical first date questions, likes, dislikes, favorite movie genre, color, food, she slowly relaxed and allowed herself to answer honestly while asking him similar but slightly different questions. They had a surprising number of interests in common, from liking to read BDSM erotic romance books and mysteries to apples being their favorite fruit and cookies their favorite dessert and sharing their desire to save all the homeless, abused, and unwanted children of the world.

  At the movie theater, she waited while he came around and helped her down. Firstly because he told her to but mainly because she didn’t want to flash her ass as she climbed down from the tall truck. When he took her hand in his, lacing their fingers together, she smiled and sighed with the happy shivers that raced from his touch through the rest of her body.

  After buying tickets then snacks and drinks, she broke off to run to the restroom, needing to wipe up the juice that was flooding her pussy. After using the facilities and drying everything, she folded up several paper towels and stuffed them into her purse after washing her hands.

  Levin was leaning against the wall beside the door when she emerged. “Thanks,” she said as they headed farther down the hall to the theater where their movie was playing.

  Walking up than incline, Blaze turned and started up the side aisle stairs of the stadium seating theater setup. There were only a handful of other moviegoers scattered around the room. “Back row,” Levin said softly as he followed her.

  Blaze nodded and smiled as she continued climbing until she reached the back of the room. Once there, she turned and headed to the middle of the row. Looking over her shoulder, she smiled and whispered, “How�
�s this?”

  “Perfect, as long as no one else decides to join us,” Levin whispered back.

  The lights dimmed just after they sat down and got comfortable. “Here,” he said softly, handing her a thick cloth towel. “Pull up the back of your skirt and sit on this.”

  Blaze’s pussy creamed again as she followed his commands. When she tried to cross her legs to keep her wet pussy from overflowing, he ran a hand up her thigh. “Uncross and spread them wide.”

  “I thought this was a vanilla date,” she whispered as she moved into position. Pulling up the back of her skirt caused the front to bunch up as well to the point she was afraid to move for fear of everything between her legs being on display.

  “It is … for the most part. But kissing, making out, and maybe more is expected on a first date, isn’t it?”

  Blaze met his gaze in the dim light of the previews and smiled. “I have no idea. It’s been a long, long time since I’ve had a first date, vanilla or otherwise.”

  “Well, then, I guess we’re writing our own definition,” Levin said.

  He settled into his seat and faced the screen as the opening movie credits began to roll. Flipping up the arm that separated their seats, he took her hand in his and rested them on his thigh.

  * * * *

  Though he wanted to make out, and more, with Blaze, it had been a long, long time since Levin’s last first vanilla date. They’d eaten most of the popcorn before he made his first move, resting his hand on her bare thigh and slowly sliding it toward the apex of her legs. The scent of her sex reached him as he stretched his pinkie and stroked it over one puffy, wet lip.

  That simple touch earned him a soft gasp from Blaze, and then she shifted and his finger was pressed more fully against her. He shifted his hand farther between her legs, only mildly surprised at the wet cloth she was sitting on. Stroking his index finger up her centerline, he slid one finger into her wide-open pussy and scooped up her slick arousal. He slowly pulled his finger from her and turned his head to meet her wide-eyed gaze. With a half-smile, Levin lifted his finger and slipped it into his mouth, sucking her juices off.