by K. C. Crowne
“I meant what I said. What if you didn't have to choose?” he repeated. “You talked with me about your sister's arrangement. It's unusual, and definitely not conventional, but they seem happy, don't they?”
“Yeah, but –” I said.
Owen stopped me. “It would be worth a try, wouldn't it?”
I looked between the two men. Two men who'd struggled to get along even on the best of days – and that was without jealousy pulling them apart. Would they be able to handle the struggles of sharing me? I wanted to believe our love for one another was strong enough, but in that moment, I didn't know. Not for sure.
“You'd be willing to share me?” I asked.
“We'd have to work at it, but yes, I'd be willing to give it a try,” Austin said. “We work pretty damn well together, and we're already like one fucked up family. Why not?”
It seemed too good to be true, but my heart was swelling with a joy I never thought I would know or feel. The mere thought of having all the men I cared about, of not having to choose, or live without any of them, filled me with so much happiness that I felt like I might burst. I turned toward Austin and kissed him. At first, he seemed surprised, but then he leaned into the kiss, pulling me into him.
His hands moved down my body, cupping my breasts. Owen's hands were also on me from behind. They moved over me, touching me. Caressing me. Holding me.
I was sandwiched between the two men and loved every moment of it. Both of them were clearly excited, as their erections rubbed against me – Owen from behind, Austin in the front – and my body yearned for them. Ached for them.
Owen's hands moved lower, trailing along my back, and slipped between my thighs, sliding under my skirt. His fingers danced along my skin, teasing me over my panties, while Austin kissed me.
“Yes,” I groaned.
Owen slipped his fingers under my panties now, his thumb circling my clit. My body shuddered against Austin as a million sensations washed over me.
. My heart was racing, and my insides had dissolved into to mush. I had a hard time believing what was happening was real, but the moment we were inside my bedroom, my fantasy became a reality.
Our clothes came off in a flourish, and there were mouths and hands exploring one another. Owen and Austin were focused on me, but my attention was split between the two men. Once they were stripped bare, I took hold of both of their cocks with a firm grip. They took turns kissing my lips, my neck, then moved lower. Owen dropped down to his knees, and he parted my thighs. His mouth found my most sensitive parts and I cried out.
My knees turned to water, and I almost fell, but both men held me up as Owen pleasured me with his mouth. Austin's mouth moved lower, dotting my cleavage with kisses before taking my nipple between his lips. I gasped as pleasure ran through my body, coursed through every nerve and muscle, and I soon was drowning in it. Drowning in their mouths as they devoured me, pleased me. Kissed me.
My orgasm washed over me seemingly out of nowhere. It hit me hard, and I flailed like a rag doll in their arms. Without their support, I would have collapsed, but they held me up and never wavered in their touches and kisses. I held onto Owen's head, pushing his face against me, as he buried his tongue deep inside of me.
When my body relaxed, Austin lifted me up into his arms and carried me over to the bed. He laid me down gently, and I stared up at his hard, firm body. I reached for him, grabbing his arms, and pulling him down on top of me.
“I need you,” I whimpered. “Both of you.”
Austin climbed on top of me, hovering above me, and slid inside of me with ease thanks to Owen having warmed me up already. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and lifted myself up to meet him, crying out as he reached the deepest parts of me with his cock. Owen joined us on the bed, stroking my face, dotting kisses along my face as Austin made love to me, moving in and out of my body with such ease.
Owen kissed me, silencing the screams that were building up from within, as Austin grabbed hold of my legs, and lifted them. He put my legs up on his shoulders, thrusting inside of me hard and deep, his movements strong and powerful. He fucked me like he was desperate and hungry for more. I gave him all that I had, and soon, his breathing grew ragged. He was close and seeing the look of bliss on his face made the fires between my thighs burn even hotter, and it wasn't long before I was close too. Clenching the muscles inside my pussy tightly around his cock, I moaned, and called his name.
“Come inside me Austin, please,” I begged.
Those words falling from my lips were enough to drive him into a frenzy that sent him over the edge. Austin grabbed my hips and jack hammered himself into me. With one last, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep. Sheathed inside of me, Austin groaned loudly, spilling his seed into me. I came with him, my body contorting and twisting, even as Owen held me in place, kissing me deeply as I came around Austin's cock. He collapsed on top of me, sweat-drenched and satisfied.
But we weren't done yet.
Austin rolled over, kissing me gently on the lips, grabbing my hips, and rolling me over with him. Owen came up from behind me now, and I felt him hard against my ass. Although I'd just had two intense orgasms that left my body shaking, I wasn't ready to stop.
Owen drove himself into me, long and hard, as Austin kissed me. I was, once again, sandwiched between these two gorgeous men. Two men I loved dearly. Owen moved in and out of my body, his hands holding onto my hips as he fucked me from behind. Austin kissed me, caressed me and played with me. I didn't have to do a thing, they took care of it all. My pleasure came first to them, and they made sure that I was enjoying every second of this.
Owen's grunts grew louder as he moved within me, his breathing heavier. His thrusts became more frantic and desperate as he started to climb to that peak. I clenched my pussy around his cock, squeezing him, milking him. They might be focused on pleasing me, but I wanted them to come too. I wanted them to feel as good as they made me feel.
“Yes, yes,” I groaned as Austin nibbled his way down my neck.
His rough hands fondled my breasts, squeezing my nipples as if he couldn't get enough of me. Neither man could get enough of me, and the feeling was mutual.
“Owen, yes,” I cried out, my thighs trembling as I came for a third time. “Yes!”
I spasmed around him, and that sent him over the top. Owen's nails dug into the flesh of my hips, pulling me into him, as he exploded inside of me, our cries of pleasure reaching new heights. There was no way the neighbors hadn't heard us – Wes and Luke surely did as well – but nothing else mattered in that moment. No one else existed but the three of us, until finally, Owen pulled his deflated cock from my pussy and just held me close.
The three of us were quiet for a long time, when I heard the sliding door open, and footsteps in the living room.
“I think we have company,” Austin said, nibbling my ear lobe.
There was a knock at bedroom door, and we all hesitated. We were naked, in bed, clearly post-sex, but this was Wes and Luke we were talking about. If I was going to have a successful relationship with these four amazing men, they were going to have to get used to walking in on situations like this. Just as I was going to have to get used to them walking in on us, and not feel guilty about it.
I looked to Austin and neither one of us could contain the laughter.
“Hey,” Wes's voice called from outside the door, “You guys having fun without us?”
I whispered to the two men in bed, “We should invite them to join us, shouldn't we?”
“Of course,” Austin said, taking me by surprise yet again. “What kind of family would we be without them?”
A family. We were a family. My heart swelled at hearing those words.
“Come in,” I said, speaking loud enough for Wes and Luke to hear me.
They didn't look shocked, probably because they heard us making love, but they were grinning like fools. I expected Wes to say something snarky, but he just shrugged, and had a mischievous twinkle in hi
s eye.
“Can we join you?” he asked.
“Sure, but clothes must come off,” I teased.
“I like that rule,” Wes said, lifting his shirt off over his head.
Luke was the first to join us on the bed and Owen and Austin moved to let him lay next to me. He leaned down and kissed me deeply, his fingers deftly finding my folds. Though my entire body felt like jelly, his ministrations quickly had me ready for more. I moaned into his mouth as he slipped two fingers into my pussy.
“Oh God, Luke,” I said as he grinned down at me.
“Damn baby, you feel like silk,” he cooed as he slowly and deliberately fucked me with his fingers.
Wes slid next to me on the other side and bent his head to take a nipple in his mouth. As he suckled at me, I arched my back and gasped. I was overwrought with pleasure and my nerve endings were raw.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, we’ll go easy on you,” Wes cooed in my ear.
Luke turned me on my side, so I was facing Wes and trailed soft kisses along my back as Wes leaned forward and claimed my mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue danced and wound around mine as I felt Luke’s hard shaft press against my ass.
I reached back and grabbed hold of it, giving it a few jerks and earning me appreciative moans from him.
I tore my lips away from Wes and put my hands on his chest, pushing against him with all of my weight. He looked up at me with surprise as I pushed him onto his back and vaulted myself on top of him.
“Fuck going easy,” I heard myself say. “Give it to me hard. Both of you.”
Wes nodded and grabbed my hips, lifting me up so I could slide my dripping pussy over his weeping cock. He groaned as I took all of him inside me before leaning forward and pressing my breasts to his face. He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked greedily as I ground my hips down into his.
I looked back over my shoulder at Luke who was on his knees next to us, stroking his long, thick cock.
“You too,” I said, crooking my finger at him.
I leaned as far forward as I could with Wes deep inside my pussy as Luke took hold of his cock and spread his precum over my tight star. Slowly and gently, he slid his dick into my ass until I was complete filled by both of them.
I cried out at the sensation of having both of them inside of me. The three of us moved in perfect rhythm with one another until I was screaming out in unimaginable ecstasy. I clamped down and came hard around Wes’ cock which caused him to explode deep inside of me. From his grunts behind me, I could tell that Luke was close to coming too.
I shifted off of Wes and Luke pulled out of my ass. Wes gently moved me onto my back and Luke climbed on top of me, leaning down and kissing me deeply. I wrapped my legs around his waist and guided him into my slick heat until he was fully seated. He groaned and began to thrust deeply into me. It took only a few moments before I was coming again. The walls of my pussy gripped Luke’s cock and he let out a low growl as he spilled his seed in my womb as well.
Once we had all relaxed and our breathing had all returned to normal. I started to laugh almost uncontrollably.
“Uh oh, I think we broke her,” Wes said.
I wiped the tears from my eyes and giggled again before waving my hand in the air. “No. I’m just so ridiculously happy right now,” I said. “But we are going to need a bigger bed.”
“So, is this really happening?” Luke asked from beside me.
“Is what happening?” I asked.
“This,” he said, motioning at the five of us. “Are we – you know – a thing?”
“If we want to be, yes,” I said, staring into his deep, brown eyes.
He smiled, and after a moment said, “Yeah, I like that.”
“Good, me too,” I said.
Talk of getting a place together, of having a potential future with all these men I loved – it all seemed too good to be true. But there, in their arms, it felt real. For the first time, it no longer felt like a fantasy. This was my new reality.
A new job. Four amazing boyfriends. Two sisters I'd reconnected with.
Life was amazing and I was happy beyond my wildest dreams.
This was, by far, the best Christmas ever, and I couldn't wait to see what the New Year had in store for my little family.
The End
Book Three - Dirty Cowboys
1
Jacklyn
A lone figure stood in the charred remains of what used to be heaven on earth for me. Now it looked more like a landscape straight out of hell.
Milo Bucknell had been standing out there for hours now. He just stood surveying the charred wreckage of what had once been home. He’d said he wanted to be alone. Said he needed to clear his head and take some time to think about the future. Not wanting to crowd him – or pepper him with any of the thousand questions firing through my mind – I stayed back at the house.
Six months had passed since wildfires had torn through the area destroying most of the property, but it looked every bit the dystopian world today as it had just after the fires. Amazingly enough, the house itself had been mostly spared; at least structurally. Some work had to be done to it – mostly cosmetically, but some to repair a little damage and make it sounder – and today was the first day we were officially allowed to move back in.
I wasn't quite sure that Milo was ready for it though.
While I had years of happy memories at the ranch and hurt to see the current state of it, Milo had decades of memories he had to reconcile. I couldn't imagine the hurt he must have been feeling. He’d grown up there. Bucknell was his childhood home and where he'd remained all thirty-three years of his life. This ranch had been his life after his father died, and now it too seemed to be gone. Nothing left but some charred timber and piles of ash.
I stepped out to the porch and watched him out there in the fields, my heart breaking for him a little more with each passing second. He looked so lost out there amid the rubble. So alone. So utterly grief-stricken. Milo was a big man with broad shoulders. He'd played football back in high school and had been heavily recruited to play in college but had turned down all of the scholarship offers. He didn't want to go away to college – he wanted to stay right there on the ranch. His heart had always been there, on the land.
The sun was going down, but I could still see him in the distance. His chestnut brown hair was a little shaggier than usual, his face a little scruffier. Milo was never one to be completely clean shaven anyway, but over the last few months, he'd really let himself go. He'd started drinking more too, which concerned me. I knew all about his father and the demons he'd battled. After all, it was his dad who'd hired me on back when I was a teenager in the first place. He'd brought me on board the ranch to care for the horses after my aunt sold her horse farm. I knew Milton Bucknell Sr. well enough to see Milton junior – Milo, as everyone called him – falling into the same traps his father had. Fighting the same demons – and it scared me.
I couldn't help him myself, but I had reinforcements on the way. I just prayed that Milo's brothers would be able to bring some peace back while restoring some order to the family. I was comforted by the sight of Sawyer's black pickup truck coming down the road toward us, kicking up a cloud of dust and ash in its wake. It had been a while since I'd seen the youngest of the Bucknell boys. He didn't spend a lot of time on the ranch, but when he did, we'd always had a lot of fun together. He was only a couple years older than me, unlike Milo and Elias who were both considerably older.
When Sawyer parked the truck, I took off across the driveway toward him. In the distance, I saw another vehicle coming down the driveway. Eli wasn't far behind. Soon, the brothers would be together again and in my mind, things would be okay. Balance would be restored, and the healing could begin. Or so I hoped.
“Sawyer!” I called out, running right over to him.
Sawyer wasn't as tall as Milo, about an inch or two shorter, but he was bigger. More firm and chiseled. Also unlike his brother, Sawyer had gone on to
play college football and almost went pro. Almost. His short-cropped hair was a shade darker, and his face impeccably clean-shaven. He had a baby face, which seemed fitting given that he was the baby of the family. Wearing tight jeans and a Texas A&M t-shirt that clung to his ripped torso, he had always been very easy on the eyes.
He reached his arms out and pulled me to him in a tight bear hug. Those thick, warm arms embraced me, and I felt like I was home again. Technically I was home, but until Sawyer got there, it hadn't really felt that way. Not with Milo being so distant and moody.
“I missed you, Jack,” Sawyer said.
My sisters called me Jackie, which I hated, but Sawyer was the only one who ever called me Jack. It was a cute little pet name, and while I'd fought it at first, I realized in that moment that I actually loved it. I realized that I'd missed hearing it and it warmed my heart like little else had lately.
“I missed you too,” I said. “How was Texas?”
Sawyer's smile fell. I should have known better than to ask such a stupid question, but it had slipped out before I thought about it. Sawyer's feelings toward his alma mater were bittersweet and tinged with a lot of memories – some good, some not so good.
“It was good. Getting hot down there,” he said softly.
He ran a hand along his smooth face and was doing his best to move past the question and the feelings it stirred up inside of him. His gaze moved past me and out to his brother in the field.
“Has he been out there all day?” he asked, nodding in Milo's direction.
“Pretty much,” I said, shooting a glance over my shoulder. “He's not talking, and I can't get him to come in.”
Eli's black BMW pulled up beside Sawyer's pickup and parked. My insides twisted and turned. Even though I'd met Elias Bucknell on a number of occasions, it still always left me a little starstruck. The rest of the world knew him as Eli – it sounded better for the Hollywood crowd, I guessed.
It wasn't just being starstruck that had me a little on edge the moment he climbed out of his car. There was another reason for the sudden anxiety coursing through my body too – Eli and Milo weren't exactly on the best of terms. They hadn't been since the death of their father, and the fire only seemed to fuel the rivalry even more. No pun intended.
