Small Town Siren

by Sophie Oak

  “Whoa—” Abigail held her hands up. “I don’t think Christa would appreciate the lawsuit that would come when I spill coffee into someone’s lap because Sam dialed up my clitoral stimulation.”

  Jack put a finger over her lips. It was time to get serious. “Hush, now. Sam won’t be trying anything crazy, yet. Now, sweetheart, I need to know something.” His hand trailed down, and he traced a teasing design across her pussy. He loved the feel of her soft skin. He needed to make a few things plain before they continued. “Do you know what we want to do to you?”

  She took a deep breath before replying. “You want to have…make love to me?”

  Good girl for switching those words around. They were getting somewhere. “At the same time.”

  Sam’s hand slid under her backside to cup her ass. “One in your sweet pussy, and the other fucking that tight ass of yours. We want to fill you up.”

  “Sweetheart, have you ever had a man take you anally?” Jack thought he knew the answer to the question, but he wanted to be sure.

  Abigail chewed her bottom lip softly as she shook her head. “I’ve read about it, of course. It never came up in real life. I know I have a bad reputation, but I didn’t actually earn it. There was only Adam and then Ben. Adam and I talked about it, but we never did it. As for Ben, well, it wasn’t his style. I’m not opposed to it, but it scares me a little.”

  Sam cradled her against his chest. “Shh, it’s all right. We’re not demanding that tonight. We’ll get you ready for us.”

  “Sam’s right,” Jack cooed in her ear. “We have all the time in the world to prepare you for that. Tonight, though, we’ll take turns. Sam, get the condoms.”

  Sam groaned a little but kissed her forehead and slid out of bed. Jack took full advantage, pulling Abby close, rolling his body over hers. He didn’t try to keep his weight off of her and she didn’t protest. Yes, this was what he needed. He needed her softness against him, all her warmth and feminine sweetness beneath him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with everything she had. His tongue delved in her mouth, seeking to fuse them together.

  His dick was so hard he could pound nails with it. Patience. He needed some as he parted her legs.

  She was so small and delicate compared to him. He sat up suddenly as Sam passed him a condom. Jack looked down at the erotic sight of Abigail spread out for his pleasure. She was gorgeous and soft and so fuckable he couldn’t stand it anymore. He tore the condom open and rolled it over his cock.

  He found his place at her core and moved inside her.

  “God,” Jack moaned as he began thrusting in short bursts, trying to work his dick into her incredibly small pussy. “You’re so tight, baby. You feel so good.”

  Her voice was shaky, deep in her throat. “I think you were right about my vibrator. It was definitely too small.”

  “Hush, baby. I’ll go slow. You’ll see that we fit together fine.” He didn’t let up but he was gentle.

  Sam moved in beside her. His hands began smoothing back her hair. “It’s all right, baby. You’re so beautiful. I wanted you the minute I saw you. I took one look and said I am gonna make that woman mine.”

  Abigail relaxed as Sam talked to her and his hands caressed her breasts. Jack’s patience paid off as he managed to thrust in to the base of his cock. He held himself still over her, waiting for her to adjust. After a moment, she moaned. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, an insistent plea.

  “It feels good, Jack.” Her eyes were half closed, and a dreamy smile came to her lips.

  “That’s right,” Sam said happily. “Give yourself to us. We’ll make you feel so good.”

  Her hot pussy was a vise around his cock. He needed to move. “Wrap your legs around me.”

  She wrapped her legs around his waist as he started to thrust and twist his hips. He sought the perfect angle to make her fly.

  “Oh, Jack,” she cried out.

  He looked into her eyes. She was close. It was a good thing, too, because his balls were starting to draw up. He nodded to Sam to let him know he was close. Sam’s talented fingers tugged on her nipples. Abby’s head fell back as she came. Jack picked up the pace, content he’d taken care of her and could seek his own release. He spread her legs apart, hooking her knees over his elbows, leaving her completely exposed. He thrust forward, and he could feel his tight balls against her ass. He pulled back and thrust again. His body tensed, and he exploded inside her. He continued to thrust until he emptied himself, then fell forward into her arms. His chest heaved like he’d run a race. He breathed in her smell.

  He wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her as he laid his head on her chest. She felt perfect there. He kissed her breast reverently and felt one of Abigail’s hands tangle in his hair. He saw she was doing the same to Sam, and he was perfectly satisfied that they hadn’t scared her off. She’d liked everything they had done to her so far.

  But he knew damn well tomorrow would start the fight to keep her all over again.

  After a moment’s sweet rest, Jack rolled off her and she protested the loss of his warmth.

  The minute he got up to dispose of the condom, Sam was on top of her. Jack laughed at the speed with which his partner took over. He was on top of her before she knew what was happening.

  “My turn.” Sam had the smile of an eager puppy.

  “I’m in trouble.” She laughed as her arms wound around Sam’s waist.

  Weren’t they all?

  Chapter Seven

  Sam’s head came up as he heard the door slam. He sat up in bed and immediately looked for Abby.

  All night he’d been warm and happy. Normally he slept in his own room. He didn’t complain, but he honestly didn’t like sleeping alone. The night before, he’d slept like a baby, curled up against her, knowing that Jack was on the other side.

  Where had that woman gone?

  He yawned and stretched, every muscle singing as he moved toward the window. She was probably in the bathroom. There was a thought. She would want to take a nice long shower, and he could help her with that. A vision of Abby all soapy and warm made his dick come back to life.

  Then he knew that wasn’t going to happen because he saw Abby on the porch, her purse in hand.

  “Damn it.” He went for his jeans because the housekeeper and the hands would be wandering around at this time of day. “She’s running, Jack.”

  He poked his partner’s back. Jack was asleep on his stomach and didn’t look too concerned that Abby was making a break for it.

  Sam looked down at the bed they’d shared with the glorious redhead. He looked at the clock. It was a little past seven. It was way too early to be up on a Sunday.

  “I’m going after her.” Sam wasn’t sure where she thought she was going. “What is she thinking? We’re miles from town.”

  Jack stirred at the sound but waved him off and pulled a pillow over his head to drown out the noise. Sam zipped up his jeans and reached for a shirt. He came up with Jack’s, but that didn’t matter. Where were his boots? He couldn’t go running after her barefoot. “That highway is dangerous. There’s no place for her to walk. She could get run over, damn it.”

  “She isn’t walking,” Jack grumbled.

  Sam heard the distinct sound of a car door slamming. He went back to the window, this time jerking the curtains open so he could see the whole of the yard. Jack groaned as light flooded the room. Abby was in Jack’s truck. It purred to life and he knew he was too late. Sam sat down on the bed as the truck screamed out of the driveway.

  She was gone. She’d left. Without even saying good-bye.

  Jack’s head came up as he heard the truck’s gears strip. He smiled a little. “I swear if she wrecks my truck, I am gonna paddle her bottom raw.”

  He didn’t get Jack’s calm demeanor. He was panicked, but Jack simply yawned and settled back down, pulling the quilt over his body. What the hell was happening this morning? He’d been sure Jack had been as crazy about Abby as he was
. Last night had been the best sex of his life, but what if it hadn’t been the same for Jack? Sam had spent the last five weeks of his life chasing after Abigail every free minute he had. He thought after last night that the relationship was settled. It looked like he was wrong.

  “What the hell are you panicking over?” Jack’s eyes were sleepy as he yawned and rested his head in his hand.

  “I’m not panicking.” That was a lie because he kind of was. How could she have left like that? It wasn’t like he hadn’t had a woman sneak out on him before. Hell, he’d done the same, but he hadn’t expected it from her. It hurt. They’d connected and she’d run.

  Jack rolled his eyes. “I can feel it from here, and it’s disturbing my sleep. Don’t worry about Abigail. She’ll be back in this bed tonight. She might run, but she won’t get very far. She’s got a shift at the café starting at nine.”

  “How do you know that?”

  Jack stretched. “Because after you fell asleep she told me she couldn’t miss her shift. I explained that we would get her there one way or another,” he said with a satisfied grin.

  “Then why did she leave without waking us up?”

  Jack sat up, his back against the headboard. “Because she’s scared. We were overwhelming last night.”

  “You don’t think we hurt her?”

  “No. She’s scared because she feels something for us,” Jack said. “To tell you the truth, I’m happy she ran. I’d be worried if she’d gotten up and fixed breakfast and acted nonchalant. She’s a forever kind of girl, and this morning she’s worried she had a crazy one-night stand. It was easier to take the truck and expect that we’ll come and pick it up from her in a public place than to face us in private.”

  Sam felt his eyebrows came together in perfect consternation. “But we told her how we feel about her.”

  “And no man ever lied to a woman like Abigail to get what he wanted?” Jack yawned. “She’s no untried girl. She’s been through a lot. She doesn’t trust us yet, but she will. Right now, she’s coming up with a whole bunch of silly reasons that last night happened. She’s calling it a one-night stand and thinking it won’t happen again. She’s doing it all because she’s trying to protect herself in case we decide we’re done with her. We have to get her thinking straight, and then she won’t have anywhere to go except right back to us. I’ll get her for us, Sam. You do your good cop routine, and I’ll be the big bad boy. No woman can resist it. Have I ever let you down before?”

  Sam took a long breath and released the worry. He would trust in his partner. He had ever since the day when he was fifteen and had been placed in a group care home. Jack Barnes had quietly threatened the other boys in the house with egregious bodily harm if one of them touched the young, terrified Sam Fleetwood. Sam had lost his mom and dad, and he’d stuck by Jack ever since. Jack was bigger and tougher than anyone he’d met before or since.

  “Not once, Jack,” he said with a grateful smile.

  Jack’s years in foster care had given him street smarts that Sam still didn’t possess. He knew what could have happened to him if Jack hadn’t been there. He knew because most of it had happened to Jack.

  “It’s gonna be all right,” Jack promised. “Now get some more sleep. Chasing that woman is going to be damn tiring work.”

  Sam laid back down with a smile on his face because Jack was in charge. He didn’t have anything to worry about.

  * * * *

  Abby answered her cell phone without bothering to look at the number. It was a mistake she made because she was so flustered she wasn’t thinking straight.

  “You get out of town, you whore!”

  She sighed and touched the screen to hang up as she maneuvered Jack’s enormous black truck onto the street across from Christa’s house. The thing drove like a tank. Those phone calls were becoming more and more frequent. She would have to change her number soon.

  Ruby Echols enjoyed calling her far too much.

  She couldn’t help but think about Adam every time she got one of those calls. It was odd how it all seemed like a dream at times, like something that had happened to another person. At other times the memory was so fresh she could hear his voice, see the way his dark hair had curled around his ears.

  She couldn’t help but remember how they’d parted. He’d gotten jealous and she’d been sick of having to justify herself over and over again. Their fight had been loud and public. Adam had driven off, swearing they were over. Then he’d gotten drunk and wrapped his car around a tree.

  Damn, but she’d been young then. Now she had to wonder if they would have made it. Could they have actually had something long term? Or had she gotten swept up in young love and passion and drama?

  Was she getting swept up in the same thing all over again?

  She parked Jack’s truck and tried not to think about what he’d done to her last night. It was impossible. Her whole body hummed happily, reminding her how well the men had used her. She had needed it. She was single and no longer had an impressionable teenager under her roof. She was free to play around.

  Except last night hadn’t felt like playing. It felt serious and that worried her. The way they talked to her and held her made her think they were guys she could fall for.

  She rested her head down on the steering wheel with a groan. Not going there. She wasn’t seventeen and naïve. She was thirty-seven years old. Jack and Sam were younger than she was. She had a certain reputation, and those men required the goodwill of the community to do business here. If the Echols family chose to, they could probably cut off Sam and Jack from vital resources. They could stop their feed supply or screw with their financing at the bank. They would do it, too, just to spite her. Even if she was brave enough to have a crazy relationship with two men, it would hurt them in the end.

  She opened the door and jumped down. Jack would ease out of the seat, but she practically needed to pole vault out of the thing. She’d felt so petite when she stood between Jack and Sam. It was their fault. She was a perfectly normal-sized woman, but they were practically giants.

  Giants who had taken such sweet care of her last night.

  She would have to resist them next time, though. It was for their own good. The night before she hadn’t been thinking about anything but her own wants and needs. She owed it to them to protect them. They didn’t understand how this town worked. Her friends could accept her all they liked, but without Ruby Echols’s support, she was a pariah.

  She was getting ready to text Jack and let him know he could pick up his truck at Mike’s when she turned the corner onto Christa’s street. She would leave the keys with Mike and maybe he and Christa would even drive it back out to them.

  Maybe a flirty thank you text would be a good way to leave things between the three of them. After all, men often backed off once they had what they wanted. It would make things far easier on all of them if they did.

  Then she got a look at her car. “Damn it.”

  The plan to take her car to work was blown to hell because someone had spray-painted WHORE across the hood and slashed her tires. Luckily, the car was in the carport, and no one could see the vandalism from the street. Abby took a deep breath and banished the tears that threatened. She had promised Christa she could have Sunday mornings to spend with her family, and she meant to keep that promise. She wouldn’t wilt away because some jerk thought it was funny to humiliate her.

  She could go to the sheriff, but it wouldn’t do any good. He would make an obligatory report and then nothing would be done about it. She would ask Mike for advice later. In the meantime, she would be driving the tank. It served Jack right since he was the one who had insisted on leaving her car behind. If he’d let her drive her own car, it wouldn’t have been defaced.

  God, she wanted to call Jack. She wanted to call him and cry and throw the whole thing in his lap. He would take care of it and Sam would cuddle her and coddle her until she felt better.

  She hopped back into Jack’s monster truck
and tried to pull away from the street. She closed her eyes when she heard the door scrape against Mike’s trailer as she tried to make a too tight U-turn.

  Jack was gonna kill her.

  Maybe he’d just spank her. It might make her day.

  Maybe, she thought as she pulled away from the scene of her crime, it wouldn’t hurt to see them one more time.

  If they wanted to see her again. No one had to know. If they kept it very, very quiet, she might even manage a couple of nights with them.

  She could remember her time with them for the rest of her life. It would be a shield against all the lonely nights to come.

  Well, if Jack didn’t kill her for wrecking his car.

  Two hours later, she smoothed down the skirt of her uniform. It was a pale pink waitress uniform that Christa had all of her waitstaff wear. It was unforgiving, but she wore it anyway. Luckily, Christa also kept a few around in case a waitress spilled something. Abby had been able to change into a fresh one.

  The short-order cook shouted out that her order was up, and Abby grabbed the plates of scrambled eggs and pancakes and moved toward Kyle Morgan’s table. He sat with his two young boys. Abby had gone to school with Kyle and had heard he’d gone through a divorce a couple of years back. He’d kept custody and seemed to have survived with very little bitterness. He was a regular customer, and she liked talking to him. He smiled at her as she set down his breakfast.

  “Thank you, Abby,” he said, and both his kids thanked her as well.

  “Do you need some more coffee? I think they made a fresh pot.”

  “I would love some.” Kyle’s hand covered hers as she turned to grab the coffeepot from the counter. He was handsome, but she’d never thought of him in a man-woman way. He was a friend she hadn’t seen in a very long time. “I was wondering. I thought maybe you could come by the house tonight for supper. I was going to grill some steaks. I thought it would be a good way to catch up.”

  “I’m afraid Abby has plans for tonight,” a low voice growled behind her.