Sir Loin of Beef

by Vanessa Vale

  As for Landon and Jed, they seemed to like me a lot.

  And the way Landon’s hands roved, not sexually, but as if he needed the contact, to feel that I was right in front of him, was proof. Besides it feeling comforting, reassuring, cherishing, his touch left a heated path that made my nipples harden and my pussy go damp. My body couldn’t help but respond to him. It was as if it knew him. Knew he was safe, that this was right.

  “I’m so sorry, angel. Forgive me, please.”

  I nodded immediately. “I do. I understand.”

  His shoulders relaxed beneath my palms, the muscles going from tense to just hard. “And you understand you were innocent in all this?”

  I shrugged, slid my thumb back and forth over the line of his neck. “I believe your family, so I’m working on it. I will work on it. But I feel better.”

  “Good,” Jed added, coming to stand beside me. Right beside me.

  “You don’t have to be on your knees to apologize,” I said to Landon. “You did, several times already. In front of your family, even.”

  “Tucker said I was supposed to grovel and Julia added that I had to be on my knees to do it.”

  That got a laugh out of me. This man? Grovel?

  For the first time in… forever I felt good. Light. Like a huge weight had been lifted. Like I was wanted. The way the two were looking at me, desired, too.

  We were alone together, this time knowing the truth. Knowing everything.

  I lifted my hand to his hair, sifted my fingers through the thick strands.

  “This is a little crazy, you know that, right?” I asked, looking between the two of them.

  “What?” Jed asked.

  “Us.”

  “What’s crazy is the way I feel about you,” Landon added and Jed nodded his agreement.

  My heart skipped a beat, but this time, it wasn’t due to sadness. It was because I was filled with… hope. Something I hadn’t really felt in a while. Not even an hour ago, I’d been resigned to hide from all the Dukes. That the steamy heavy petting session with Landon and Jed had been a one-time thing. That they hated me. And now… Overwhelmed, I replied, “I know. We’ve barely even met but it feels like… it feels like forever.” I put my hands up to my cheeks, felt the way they heated. “This is happening really fast. It’s scary.”

  His hands stilled. “Too fast? Do we scare you?”

  I shook my head, eager to find out where his hands went next. Mine went to the nape of his neck and my fingers slid through his short hair. So soft. “God, no. I’m scared of the… of the feelings.”

  Both of them grinned. “Baby, we can make you feel all kinds of things.”

  Oh yes, they could. I remembered… no, my pussy remembered all too well.

  “I thought maybe we’d go on a date or two before I met your parents,” I grumbled, lifting my hand to my hair, which was long down my back and sadly in a wild tangle. “I was fixing the roof, not ready to meet the entire Duke family.”

  Landon grinned and his entire face changed. Went from hard to—dare I say—soft? Tender, perhaps. Eager. It looked as if he had hope, too.

  “That’s what you thought we should do after a date or two? Meet my parents?”

  “Not be between us in bed?” Jed asked. “Getting our big dicks into that sweet pussy of yours? Working our way into that snug, little ass? Stretching you open, molding it just right for us and us alone?”

  I blushed. He was such a dirty talker. I remembered what we’d done the night before and I hadn’t even known their names then. Why was I being so concerned now? My inner slut had come out last night. It wasn’t time for her to go back into hiding now. I didn’t want her to. I wanted these men. Both of them.

  I wanted to see where this crazy attraction took us.

  My pussy clenched, eager to feel Landon’s fingers once again working every one of my hot buttons. Then Jed would have his turn. Double the pleasure.

  Yes!

  “You know, there are other things I can do on my knees besides grovel,” Landon commented. His dark eyes were full of heat now and it was definitely panty-melting.

  “Oh?” I replied on a breathless whisper. My inner walls clenched in anticipation.

  His hands slid up and expertly undid the clasp at the center of my back before moving to my front, pushing up the hem of my t-shirt and the cups of my bra at the same time. The fabric bunched beneath my neck.

  “Fuck, yes,” Jed growled, coming up behind me, his hands immediately going to my breasts.

  A groan escaped Landon as he looked his fill at what was right in front of him, the way Jed’s hands cupped and played with me. Tugged my nipples. Made me instantly needy and eager.

  I wasn’t small, a full D. Perhaps a little too much for being so short, but the way he watched made me think twice.

  “So beautiful.”

  My hands slid up into Landon’s hair as my head fell back to rest against Jed’s shoulder, my eyes closed.

  “Sensitive?” Jed asked, his breath fanning my ear.

  “Mmmhmm.” I wasn’t sure if I was answering for the way he was playing with my nipples or for how good it felt for him to lick the whorl of my ear.

  Landon’s hands worked the buttons of my jeans, slid down the zipper and tugged them over my hips.

  “Your breasts are perfect, baby. A handful. Heavy and soft. And these nipples. So pink, so responsive. I want to suck them into my mouth, nibble on those little berries and see if you can come from nipple play alone.”

  I whimpered, wiggled my hips at Jed’s dirty talk.

  “Our girl is eager for her men,” Landon said, slipping off my shoes and working my jeans down and tossing them aside.

  “Lavender,” he commented, staring at my panties. “My new favorite color.”

  A finger slid over the silky fabric and it zeroed right in on my clit. My eyes flew open to see him glancing up at me. Seeing him on his knees before me, Jed’s big, tanned hands cupping my breasts in my view, I bucked my hips, trying to get more friction, more contact. Just more. I felt like they were teasing me, taunting me because I knew what they could do with just their fingers. I wasn’t sure if I could handle the pleasure from more.

  Landon tugged my skimpy underwear down and off. “I’m keeping these, too.” He held them up for all of us to see. “A nice big wet patch.” I couldn’t miss that either, felt the slickness between my thighs. “I love how your pussy’s getting nice and ready for our big dicks.”

  Nice and ready? I didn’t remember ever being wetter. Oh yeah, last night.

  The panties were tucked into his shirt pocket as Jed reached down, hooked a hand behind one knee and lifted. Opened me up, spreading me wide for Landon.

  Landon groaned as he got the first good glimpse of me.

  “No,” he commented, licking his lips. “Pink is my favorite color.”

  13

  KAITLYN

  * * *

  With Jed holding me securely, Landon leaned in so his nose practically touched my pussy and breathed deep. “I love your scent. All hot and eager to fuck, aren’t you? You’re dripping down your thighs. I’m going to lick that all up. Get your honey sweet taste on my tongue again.”

  Landon did just what he said, lapping up every bit of arousal from one inner thigh, then the other, my pussy all but aching for him to do the same there. Rolling my hips, I begged him without words to put his mouth on me.

  He looked up, eyes dark and heated, mouth slick and glistening with my juices and said, “Your pussy’s spread wide for me. You’re all flush and swollen. Soaked. Your clit’s a hard little nub.”

  His tongue flicked out, circled that sensitive tip.

  “Landon!” I cried, close to coming from that alone. I lifted my arms over my head, hooked them around the back of Jed’s neck.

  Landon didn’t say anything, just gave me one last look of male triumph and put his mouth back on me. Not one inch of my pussy was left unexplored. When he slipped one finger, then two, nice and deep, my hea
d tilted back and I moaned. I hadn’t even known I had a G-spot until these men. Now, it was like a button that he pushed and practically sent me right into orgasm.

  Jed tipped my mouth toward his and kissed me, drinking in my cries. Deep and drugging, I couldn’t think of anything but Jed and Landon. Of their mouths on me, their hands. Jed plucked and tugged at my nipples, pinched them, adding a sharp bite of pain to the pleasure. Landon zeroed in on my clit, sucked on it and flicked his tongue over it mercilessly until I came.

  When I opened my eyes again, Landon was sitting back on his heels, using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth. He looked almost smug with his ability to get me off. He crooked a finger. “Bend forward, angel. Let Jed have his turn.”

  I was too sated to question and leaned forward, placing my hands on Landon’s shoulders. He kissed me and I couldn’t miss the sweet tang of my arousal. He was right, he did have the taste of me on his tongue.

  With a thump, Jed dropped to his knees behind me, tugged on my hips to have me bent over more, bottom out. I stared over my shoulder and Jed just grinned. “My turn for a taste.”

  He ate me out with ruthless precision. While Landon had explored every inch of me, licked up my cum right from the source, Jed went straight for my clit. It was as if Landon had primed me to come; I was now easily orgasmic, almost coming within half a minute. My fingers dug into Landon’s shoulders.

  “Ever had your tight little ass fucked?” Landon asked.

  I focused on his face, right in front of me, and his words.

  Shaking my head, I whimpered a no.

  “We’re going to take such good care of you, fill every one of your holes.”

  I glanced down at Landon’s lap, at the outline of his dick, thick and long as it disappeared under his belt. I licked my lips, wanting it in my mouth. Desperate to taste him but wondering how I was going to get such a monster down my throat.

  Landon must have sensed my interest, for he undid his belt, opened his jeans and pulled out his monster dick. “While Jed trains that ass, I’ll get into that hot mouth.”

  It was as big as I remembered. A ruddy shade of pink, there was a vein that pulsed the entire length. And the crown was so broad, I would have to stretch my mouth wide to get it past my lips. As I watched, pre-cum dripped from the little slit and slid down.

  “Lick it up, angel, then take me deep.”

  I did as he said, the tangy flavor of his cum hitting my tongue although it was hard to concentrate with Jed’s mouth on my clit.

  “Fuck,” Landon growled and his hips bucked.

  The knowledge I had such control over him made me bold and I opened my mouth… wide, wider still, to take him in.

  A thumb dipped into my pussy, getting it nice and wet, then slid backward to my—

  I gasped, but the sound was muffled by Landon’s meat. God, he did have a big piece of beef and I was taking it as deep as it could go. My mind went blank and all I could do was feel. To try to get Landon to come, just as quickly and easily as he’d done for me.

  His fingers tangled in my hair, tightened.

  “That’s right, angel. Suck my dick as Jed works that ass. Just his thumb for now. Open for him.” He groaned as I sucked in my cheeks, slid him closer to the back of my throat.

  The palm of Jed’s hand rested on the base of my spine, his thumb settled between my parted cheeks, the tip of it pressing into me.

  “Relax and let me in, baby.” Jed lifted his head to speak, but the warmth of his breath fanned my tender flesh. “I promise you’ll go off like a fucking Fourth of July firework when you do.”

  “You should feel her mouth. Like a fucking Hoover. And you should see her tits like this,” Landon commented, although Jed was too busy sucking on my clit again to do it. “Like dangling fruit, ready to be plucked. Fuck,” he growled as I swirled my tongue in a way he seemed to like. So I did it again.

  Landon tugged gently on my nipple. We were all working each other. A circle of pleasure.

  Jed’s thumb breached my untried, tight hole and I groaned at the stretching, the unusual feel. Just like he said though, I came. I backed off of Landon’s dick and screamed. I shivered. I was wild with it. Two men and I was between them. Pretty much naked with a man’s face between my legs, a finger in my virgin ass. The other man had my cum all over his face as he played with my breasts, his dick slick with my saliva, a flow of pre-cum sliding down the length.

  I never imagined. Never expected. Never wanted it to stop.

  My legs gave out and Jed retreated. For a split second, I felt empty, but Landon pulled me into his arms as I straddled him, his hard dick between us. Held me close. Snug and safe in his arms with Jed right behind me, stroking my back, my bottom.

  “Time to get naked and see what we can really do,” Jed said.

  I was all for that. I’d come twice and they still had their clothes on. Well, except for Landon’s dick which was all but pulsing against my belly. I could feel the steady stream of pre-cum as it coated my skin. My pussy clenched with anticipation of having all of it, either in my mouth or pussy, not like the night before when it had landed on my skin. Having Jed play with my ass had been a surprise, a dark, naughty surprise, but I’d loved it. God, I’d never come so hard before. But I wasn’t sure if I was ready to fit one of their cocks in there. Yet.

  “That’s right. My balls are full of cum for you and the way you were sucking me, I’m close to blowing. Two dicks, angel. They’re both for—” Landon’s eyes glanced to the side as if something caught his attention. “Who the fuck is that?”

  I whipped my head around, saw a dark figure at the window turn and start to run away.

  Jed was up and to the window faster than I imagined possible for someone his size. His hands went to the window frame as he looked out, then he pushed off and ran out the back door.

  “Oh my god! Someone was watching.”

  DUKE

  * * *

  Every protective instinct flared to life. I had my dick—hard as a rock and my balls aching to be emptied—back in my jeans, Kaitlyn dressed and out of her house within a minute, safely tucked in my truck. The idea of her having a fucking Peeping Tom had me seeing red. Knowing Jed was after him was the only thing keeping me from hunting the bastard down myself. I’d almost lost her because of my stupidity, and the fact that she’d forgiven me was proof she was the perfect woman. Kind and understanding. When I fell to my knees before her, Tucker had been right, I’d had to grovel. Not just for her sake, but for mine. She humbled me, made me realize how precious she was, how the thing that was between the three of us was special. Worth saving. Worth groveling for.

  I had a feeling I’d be on my knees with her often. Apologizing since I was a dumb ass. But also because I wanted to worship her. We’d just shown her how, with her between her men. We’d take her everywhere and we had a lifetime to do it.

  I’d share her with Jed, but no one else. Not the asshole who’d been watching. Not with Jed eating her pussy from behind, thumb buried deep in her ass as she sucked my dick. Kaitlyn’s body, the sight of her aroused, lost to the passion we built, her cries of pleasure, her screams as she came… all of that belonged to us. No one else.

  I still tasted her. I knew the feel of her silky soft, slick pussy. The way it gripped and clenched. The color of it. Fuck, it was the prettiest thing I’d ever seen. And Jed had been lucky enough to be the first to get into that virgin ass, to carefully open her up to just his thumb. Soon she’d take our cocks, one in her ass, the other her pussy. Make her ours officially. Fill her with our cum in both holes and there would be no mistake, no denying the truth of whom she belonged to.

  Oh, we’d get it all official, a marriage license from the courthouse, but that was a formality. We’d already made her ours, and I had a feeling she was just starting to understand that.

  Jed opened the passenger door, climbed in and Kaitlyn scooted into the middle between us—right where she belonged, her thighs bumping ours. He was breathing hard, his fac
e flushed.

  “Well?” I asked.

  He cupped Kaitlyn’s cheek. “Are you okay?” he asked.

  She nodded and he kissed her, quick and fierce.

  “I chased him two blocks.” Jed looked to me. “About six feet, one-eighty. Dark hair. Had on jeans and a light colored hoodie. Got in a silver four-door and peeled out.”

  Kaitlyn stiffened beside me. “Oh god.”

  “What?” I asked.

  “It’s Roger Beirstad.”

  “Beirstad? Didn’t T go to school with the fucker?” Jed asked.

  I grunted. I didn’t remember the details behind my brother’s dislike of the guy, but it didn’t matter now. Only the fact that at thirty, he was a fucking lurker. A creep who’d been standing outside Kaitlyn’s window. Where she was usually alone.

  “Why do you think it’s him?” I’d go after Beirstad, lasso his ass and fucking hog-tie him, but I wasn’t going to do it to the wrong man.

  Kaitlyn glanced at her lap. Her fingers fidgeted. “We dated.”

  I knew she’d had a past, had men in it. She was gorgeous and twenty-five. Of course she’d had men. But her saying the words made them real. Now I really wanted to go after Beirstad for getting his hands on our girl.

  “Not like this. It wasn’t like… us. And we’re not even dating. God, I don’t know what to call us,” she commented.

  No, we weren’t dating. We skipped dating and jumped to exclusive in twenty-four hours. The fact that there was a man fucking lurking at her window also meant we’d jumped to living together. There was no way in hell she’d be spending one more night alone without her men to protect her. The scent of her pussy filled the cabin of my truck. It was on both our faces, our fingers.