by Vanessa Vale
Jed glanced at me over her head, but we stayed silent.
“We went out on two dates back in July. The first one was pretty bad. No connection. But since it was a blind date set up by a woman from the library, I felt I had to try again. So date two.”
She sighed.
“What the fuck happened on date two?” Jed asked. “Tell us, baby. I promise, this guy won’t get near you again.”
She pushed her glasses up her nose. “He said I was The One.”
I swore. “No wonder you freaked with us in Jed’s office.”
Looking up at me, she shook her head. “No, it’s not the same. Sooo not the same. Yeah, it should be just as creepy with how fast this is going and how ridiculously possessive you are, but it’s not.”
“What else? That can’t be it if he’s showing up and snooping around your house almost two months later.”
“There were conditions. I had to lose weight to be the perfect wife for him. He judged, criticized. Nit-picked. I told him no, that I wasn’t interested, but he told me I wouldn’t find another man, not being a Leary. No one would want me.”
Shit. No wonder she’d been so upset. I’d only reinforced what Beirstad had told her. I’d spend the rest of my life making it up to her.
“It was just a lunch date. I even paid.”
I relaxed then. “Lunch?” It wasn’t a real date.
“Yes. At the deli by the library.”
“What else, baby?” Jed repeated.
“He didn’t seem to like that I told him I wasn’t interested. He showed up at the library. I saw him on the street and not just by coincidence. He watched me. And he sent flowers to the hotel where I work. A note, but he didn’t sign his name. And now this—”
“Like Jed said, he won’t bother you again.”
I turned on the truck, pulled away from the curb.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“My house,” I replied.
“Our house,” Jed clarified, picking up Kaitlyn’s hands and kissing the knuckles. “The house we’re going to share, starting tonight.”
I used the hands-free controls on my steering wheel and dialed Tucker.
“What’s the matter, Sir Loin of Beef? It hasn’t even been an hour. Can’t get it up? Need pointers?”
Jed grinned at Tucker’s comments that came through the truck’s dashboard.
Kaitlyn flushed prettily. I took her hand, placed it on my dick, letting her know I was hard for her, that I always would be. Behind those sexy fucking glasses, her eyes widened. I doubted she was all that surprised after the way we spurted cum like fountains from her hand job the night before. Even after that, I had a huge load in my balls just for her.
And instead of sinking into her sweet pussy, we had to deal with Beirstad.
“You can talk about my dick all you want, but not now. Kaitlyn has a stalker and we need your help.”
“Name it,” T said, his voice hard. Cold. No more playful banter. No one fucked with a Duke and since I made it very clear Kaitlyn was mine, she was under our protection, too.
“Find out where Roger Beirstad lives.”
“Fuck, Beirstad. Hang on, let me look him up.”
No one spoke as T did a search. It took about twenty seconds, but it felt like forever. My fingers gripped the steering wheel, eager to track the fucker down. I had no doubt the guy would run home to hide; probably thought he was invincible. He might be able to screw around with Kaitlyn, fuck with her head… hell, to tell her she had to lose weight… but he wouldn’t be able to play mind games with us. He’d be lucky to be alive when we were done with him.
“2417 Grassmere. I’ll meet you there.” He disconnected.
“You need to turn around. Grassmere’s the other way,” Kaitlyn said.
“I’m taking you home first. You’ll stay there while we go after Beirstad.”
She shook her head. “No way. I’m going with you.”
“Absolutely not,” Jed countered. “We don’t want you hurt.”
“You said you’d protect me and I believe it. Three big men, as if there was any chance Roger would get near me.”
“Three? No doubt T is calling in Gus, too.”
“One more reason why I’ll be fine.” I glanced to Jed who didn’t look happy.
“If you take me to your house, Tucker will get there first and he’ll have first dibs at the guy.”
I hardened my jaw at the thought of anyone touching Beirstad before me and Jed. He was fucking with our woman so we had first punches.
“Fine, but you stay in the truck,” I said, making a U-turn at the next intersection.
She gave me a smile and I knew then I was truly whipped.
“You get out of this truck, baby,” Jed warned. “And your ass will be spanked so hard you won’t sit down for a week.”
Damned straight. We wanted that ass, but not for spanking. And after we took care of Beirstad, we’d have it.
14
KAITLYN
* * *
“I can’t wait any longer. I already know you’ve got on a pretty lavender bra and no panties. Strip, angel. We want to see every inch of you.”
Landon’s voice was rough, his actions barely restrained as he flipped the bolt on their front door. Adrenaline was coursing through both of them after their confrontation with Roger. They’d reassured me that he’d never bother me again, and I believed them. But now, all that restless energy could be put to better use.
Nothing… finally… stood in the way of them taking me to bed. We were in their house—Jed had said he usually crashed in the small apartment above his bar, but he really lived here—and we were alone.
The way they’d been acting, all territorial and protective, I’d expected an all-out brawl on Roger’s front lawn. Anger had practically poured off of Landon and Jed in waves as we’d ridden across town to Roger’s house. I’d wanted to punch the guy in the nose myself, feeling so violated. It was one thing to stalk me for over a month, another to actually watch me as I rode their faces, one after the other. It had been dirty, naughty and totally wild. But it had only seemed tawdry knowing that Roger had been watching. I had no doubt I’d do all kinds of wicked things with Jed and Landon and I didn’t feel the least bit embarrassed about any of it. I wasn’t ashamed; they were showing me a side to my sexuality I’d never known existed. I was so much more passionate, more orgasmic than I’d ever imagined.
We’d been first to arrive at Roger’s house—a tidy, two-story brick house with a silver sedan in the driveway—but before either of them had made their way to the front door, Tucker and Gus pulled up. Two more trucks as well, four more big guys climbing out, settling their cowboy hats on their heads as they joined the others. In the group, I only knew the Duke brothers. All big Montana cowboys. Nonetheless, one I didn’t know came to lean against the hood of Landon’s truck. He tipped his hat to me as a greeting, then watched the house. It had been obvious he’d be my babysitter.
I should have been upset that my men—yes, I thought of Landon and Jed as my men—thought I needed watching, but just being near Roger made me nervous, and I was glad for the man’s presence.
He’d been unnecessary protection though, for five men on Roger’s front porch—two had gone around the house, I assumed, to cover the back door in case Roger decided to slip out—was a poor match.
I couldn’t see much through the wall of big men, but Roger had opened the door. Landon had pushed him back and they’d gone into the house, shutting the door behind them. I could see little through the front window, just lots of big Montana cowboys. Not much else. I should have felt sorry for Roger with those odds, but he’d watched me with Landon and Jed. It hadn’t been simple kissing he’d witnessed. He’d seen Landon eat me out, then Jed had bent me over and put his mouth on me from behind—behind!—while sticking a thumb in my ass.
Within two minutes, they’d come back out. Landon and Jed had shaken the other men’s hands before they’d headed off to their trucks
again, then pulled away.
The only thing Landon or Jed had said in the truck as we drove to their house was, “It’s over.”
Their clothes hadn’t been torn. No black eyes. No bloody noses or lips. Not even a cracked knuckle. I doubted they’d simply talked to Roger, but it didn’t appear as if they’d laid a hand on him either.
I hadn’t questioned though. Oh, I’d wanted to, but for once, just once in my life I was content with someone else taking care of my problems for me. Knowing it was resolved. Trusting them. I’d only had myself for so long that it felt strange. Good. It only made me fall for Landon and Jed even more. They’d proven that they’d take care of me, that my burdens were theirs.
So I’d put my hands on each of their hard, muscular thighs and squeezed. When they took my hands and placed them over their dicks, I felt how thick and hard they were and knew that Landon must be aching from being sucked off and not finishing, then shoved back in his jeans. I knew what would be happening next.
And I’d been right.
We were in their house. The door was locked, Jed closed the blinds. We were truly alone and no one would be watching.
I took off my clothes, let them fall to the wood floor at my feet. I had no modesty with them. Not after earlier. They’d seen all of me up close and personal. While I’d had two orgasms only an hour earlier, I was ready for more. I had never been so horny, so eager for dick.
And two of them!
They looked me over, every inch of me. “Get in the bedroom, angel. I want to fuck you on a nice, soft bed.”
“I don’t know where it is,” I admitted.
Landon took the two steps that separated us, tossed me over his shoulder. Again. I grabbed my glasses.
“Landon! I can walk.”
He carried me down the hall and dropped me on a big bed. Jed followed behind and flipped on the light. Tan colored walls, thick, cream carpet on the floor. A king-sized bed with a wooden headboard, matching nightstands and dresser. A big window faced the backyard, lush with old trees. Jed went over to it and tugged the blinds closed there as well.
“I want to see you, too,” I said, glancing between them, settling my glasses back on my nose. In their jeans, plaid shirts and boots, they screamed hot hunk of cowboy. I wanted to see the rest of them.
It didn’t take them long to get naked, and I came up on my knees to get a better look. They stepped to the foot of the bed so I could touch them. “You two could be strippers,” I commented, running my palms over their chests, matted slightly with hair—Jed fair and Landon dark—and lower to their chiseled abs. And their dicks… they made the strippers from the all-male revue seem lacking now. While I didn’t want to see either man swing them around, I certainly wanted to know what they could do with them.
If Landon was Sir Loin of Beef, Jed was most definitely a prime cut, too.
“Are you still wet for us, baby?” Jed asked.
Boldly, I reached down, ran my fingers over my pussy, collected my arousal and held it up for them to see.
Landon grabbed hold, took my fingers into his mouth. Sucked. “I love getting this right from the source, but I don’t think my dick can wait another minute to be inside you.”
Walking around the bed, he laid down, grabbed hold of my hips and pulled me on top of him. He kissed me, slow and deep with lots of tongue. I could feel the bed dip as Jed moved, hooked a hand about my waist and lifted me onto my hands and knees, slid his fingers over my pussy.
“She’s soaked and ready,” he said.
Landon broke the kiss, stared at me with those dark, fathomable eyes.
“Are you on birth control?” Landon asked.
I nodded, my hair sliding over my shoulder. “IUD.”
“I’ve always gloved up. Always used a condom. Every time,” Landon said.
“Me, too. Never fucked without one,” Jed added. “We’ve been saving going bareback for The One.”
“For you.” Landon lifted his head, kissed me quick. “Angel, we want to go bare with you, to take you with nothing between us. Ever. Feel your pussy against my dick, fill you with my cum, not a condom. But it’s your call. I fucked up. Really fucked up and we’ll wait so you can trust me, trust both of us.”
I loved him then. Right in that moment. He was giving me the option to protect myself from him, to not give myself fully to him until I was ready, all because of how he’d hurt me earlier. I was ready. I wanted him, nothing between us, just like they’d said.
I did trust him, both of them. In this. In keeping me safe in so many ways.
I didn’t say anything, only shifted my hips, lowered myself down until the broad head of his dick slid over my slick folds, notched and settled right at my entrance. There was no waiting. Everything had built to this moment, to the way I settled down onto him, one inch at a time.
He was big. Huge. My pussy lips parted, my inner walls stretched as he went in. Thankfully, I was ridiculously wet and it eased his way, but I had to pull back, then push down a few times before I could fit all of him, before I was seated directly on his thighs.
“Oh shit, her pussy just swallowed you right up,” Jed said.
He’d been watching and that was ridiculously hot.
“I don’t want anything between us,” I said, reaching out and cupping Jed’s jaw as I rocked my hips.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Landon growled. His hands gripped my waist and he lifted me up, dropped me back down.
I gasped. It did feel good. Better than good. Amazing.
“Every inch of you. Hot and slick, practically milking the cum from my balls. Ride me, angel. Take your cowboy for a ride. The ride’s going to be wild, but I promise you’ll stay on for longer than eight seconds.”
I met his gaze, then glanced at Jed. He was watching me closely, but reached out, stroked a finger down the swell of my breast, thumbed the nipple.
“Shit, she just squeezed the shit out of my dick. Move, angel, or I’ll make a fool of myself and come right now.”
I laughed, feeling incredible. Happy. Horny. Hopeful. Loved.
Settling my hands on Landon’s chest, I lifted and lowered, circled my hips and pretty much fucked myself with his big dick. My clit rubbed against him and I was quickly lost to the feeling. My eyes fell closed and I went with it. Riding him, harder and faster, chasing my orgasm. I knew my breasts were bouncing, knew the wet sounds of our fucking—of my pussy—filled the room. That I was moaning, unable to keep it in.
Jed leaned in. “Want me to play with your ass, baby? You’re sensitive there. You’ll come again for me, won’t you?”
His hand slid down my back, his thumb again finding the tight ring of my ass. He didn’t push in like he did earlier, just applied the lightest of pressure as I rode Landon’s cock. I had no idea there were so many nerve endings there, that it would feel so good.
I got really wet and my nipples went hard as I came.
“Shit,” Landon growled, lifting his hips as he pushed me down on him, holding himself deep.
I could actually feel the hot pulses of his cum as it filled me, as it overflowed and made a wet mess where we were joined.
“Ah, angel, fuck,” Landon’s jaw was clenched tight, his cheeks flushed as he recovered.
“My turn,” Jed said, lifting me up and off of Landon, flipping me so I was on my back. “Grab hold of your knees, pull them back. More. More. Yes, like that. Fuck, look at Landon’s cum all over you.”
Jed stroked his dick as he spoke, as he watched me open myself up for him. Putting a hand by my head, he settled himself between my thighs and in one slow stroke, slid all the way in. “Jed!” I cried. My inner walls clenched and squeezed, adjusting to him now.
Landon shifted, took hold of my knee for me and opened me up even further.
“You’re ours, baby. No going back now. Fuck, you feel so good bareback. The way your cunt is so fucking slippery with Landon’s cum. That pussy’s both of ours.”
Jed was a dirty talker and he did so as he fuc
ked me. While Landon had let me control the ride, Jed was the opposite. He was working me, using me to his pleasure. But he was skilled in that he was rubbing my clit with each hard thrust, pushing me to the brink right away. I was primed for him. I had a feeling I always would be. I was so orgasmic with them. Coming would never be a problem, not like it had been for guys in the past.
What other guys?
All I could see, feel, taste, smell was Landon and Jed. I didn’t want it any other way.
Jed leaned down, sucked one nipple into his mouth. When he gently bit down, I came. Through the roar in my ears, I heard Landon say, “Our girl likes it a little rough. I think she’s going to love having her ass fucked.”
“Now,” Jed said in response, pulling from me. “I want that virginity now.”
I whimpered, my orgasm not done, my inner walls clamping down on… nothing.
Jed grabbed my leg and crossed it over my body. Landon took hold of both my ankles and lifted. It was a good thing I liked yoga. My bottom was lifted off of the mattress as Jed reached into the bedside table, pulling out a bottle of lube. No condoms, but lube?
As if reading my mind, Landon said, “Angel, I coated my hand with it last night after you ran out of Jed’s office. I had to unload all that cum I’d made for you. Rubbing one out was nothing like the real thing.”
As Landon spoke, Jed squirted a line down his dick and coated it thoroughly, although it was slick already with my arousal and Landon’s cum.
“Time to open up that ass.”
15
JED
* * *
Sweet fucking baby Jesus, she was tight. I’d pressed against the tight little hole until her body gave in to the inevitable, to my big dick. It finally accepted that it wanted it, that it needed me to be balls deep inside her. That it knew I’d make it good for her.
And now, with my thighs pressing against her upturned ass, as deep inside her as I could possibly go, I was going to blow like a fucking teenager.
