Becoming Three

by Cameron Dane

  “Mine.” Jasper's invasion picked up speed, and his breathing turned choppy against her sensitized lips. Every inch of Sarah's skin tingled with awareness of this mating, and she didn't understand how to contain the havoc he wreaked throughout her body.

  “Please.” Lines of need pulled between Sarah's breasts, belly, and cunt, and every nerve ending in her being screamed to come. She'd wanted to have sex with Jasper for such a long time; now that he was finally on top of her, inside her, she couldn't get control of herself and go slowly. She shoved up against Jasper's cock with as much power as he pounded down on her. “Fuck…” Her lower body strained with every motion, trying to force more contact all around her sex. “Oh damn it, Jas, fuck me more.”

  “Will… Yeah.” Jasper shifted his gaze to between their bodies, watching his cock piston in and out of her pussy. “God—” He pulled out, rubbed the head of his dick up and down the ruby red lips of her waxed pussy, and then pushed his hardness into her entrance, filling her again. “That's the prettiest damn thing I've ever seen.”

  Sarah followed Jasper's focus to between her legs. She stared, mesmerized by Jasper's erection splitting her open and stretching her inside. Moments ago she had let her leg slide from around his waist, and now she had her thighs pressed high and wide open against the mattress, as if trying to display as much of herself for him as she could. Her breasts felt big and weighty; they swayed back and forth, and her deep wine red nipples hardened to tiny points of color in a sea of creamy skin, drawing her attention too. The tight buds twisted, begging for a tug. Sarah unsheathed her fingers from Jasper's sweat-slick back and covered her breasts, pushing them together and taking her nipples in hand. She tweaked and pulled at the textured flesh, stressing that line of concentrated need between her tits and her pussy to the breaking point.

  Jasper growled and dipped down, biting the underside of Sarah's breast. The sting of his bite jolted a shock wave through her and swelled her sex even more.

  “Yes, yes…” She whimpered, yanked harder on her nipples, and ground her pussy into the relentless drive of Jasper's cock. “Feels so good.”

  “You're so sexy; you're killin' me.” Jasper let go of the bed with one hand and licked his fingers, stringing saliva between his tongue and his digits. “I wanna feel you come on my cock.” His wet, callused fingers skated over the smoothness of her mound and delved into the top of her slit, going right for her clit. He slid the V of his fingers around the pearled tip and flicked his thumb.

  “Ahhh! Jas! Jas!” Sarah hooked her knees with her elbows and pulled her legs all the way up to her chest as the first slam of orgasm rocked through her. “Ohhh my Go…” She shuddered, and a low moan bubbled in her, drowning out her ability to speak. Spasm after spasm contracted the walls of her pussy, each one grabbing Jasper's penis and holding it inside.

  “Oh shit.” Jasper jerked above her and then went completely still. His mouth opened, and his eyelids fell closed; red suffused his entire face and torso. With a sharp intake of his breath, hot wetness warmed Sarah's core—the sensation so strange, yet exactly right—as Jasper came, spilling himself within her pussy. Sarah pulsed around Jasper's heat, shivering with every spit of seed he put inside her body.

  The last wave of release worked through them both, and Jasper opened his eyes. That sweet, pure smile of his—which held none of the nervousness it once had—appeared again. He pulled out and fell onto his back beside her, one arm stretched up to the wrought-iron bars of her headboard and the other flung wide over the edge of the bed.

  Jasper turned his head and found her gaze. “Wow.” His breathing remained labored, and strands of damp blond hair clung to his neck. “That was worth the wait.”

  Sarah rolled onto her side and rested her head in her palm. She brushed the back of her other hand across Jasper's heated cheek, then trailed it down his neck and shoulder, ending with her hand covering his heart. “My shy cowboy is bashful no more.” His cheeks burned crimson, and his heart kept kicking a rapid beat under her palm. “You, with your hot body…”

  Sarah let her gaze wander down the length of the rangy cowboy lying naked in her bed. Then she examined him in reverse and stopped at his eyes. He hid nothing from her in his return stare—hadn't for a long time—and Sarah wondered what she'd done right in a previous life to be rewarded with such a good man in this one.

  “Jeez, Jas, did anyone ever tell you that you really know how to treat a girl?” She could still feel his mouth on her breasts and his lips kissing her mound and teasing her clit, all of it leading up to his taking her for the first time. Her body warmed anew, and her sex throbbed just thinking about what they'd done. “You were amazing.”

  “I ain't—” Jasper stopped, and Sarah knew he silently rebuked and corrected himself. “What I meant was, nobody has ever gotten me so excited like you do.” The quick flash of tension eased out of him, and he even smiled and slid a sly glance her way. “Been thinkin' about this moment since the night we first went out, if you want the truth.” He covered her hand on his chest and fiddled with her fingers. “I also jerked off three times today,” he added as his face refilled with red. “Knew I wouldn't last two seconds inside you if I didn't.”

  “Did you really?” Sarah perked up and shifted to a cross-legged position. She looked down at Jasper's cock and just resisted the urge to stroke it while picturing him doing the same. “That's kind of sexy to think about.” Jasper's eyes widened, and she asked, “Are you really still surprised that I think it's hot to imagine you jerking off because you just can't help yourself?”

  “Maybe. Some, I suppose.” Darkness passed through Jasper's gaze, changing the hazel to a swirl of green. “Some folks think it's nasty and wrong, no matter what. Some other girlfriend might think I should only get aroused and want to have sex or get worked up with her, if we were together like you and me.”

  Jasper didn't talk much about his life before moving to Quinten, but he occasionally said things, such as this, that made Sarah wonder if growing up with his grandmother had been a very regimented, religious existence. Through her job at the sheriff's department, Sarah knew his estranged brother was bad news. She didn't mind any of that. She'd already figured that the girlfriend he had chased to Quinten, and the few he'd had since, were all idiots for letting this soft-spoken man out of their hands.

  But thank God they did, or else he wouldn't be lying in my bed right now.

  “You don't have to worry about me thinking anything bad about you, or that anything you might feel sexually is wrong or gross,” Sarah said. “You know that, right?”

  He held her stare and nodded.

  She rubbed her hand over his smooth chest, loving the heat of taut skin under her palm. She drew a circle around his nipple, the color just slightly darker than the rest of his flesh, and admired the way it tightened under her teasing touch. “If we're sharing truths here”—she flicked her gaze up to his—“I'll admit it gets me going to think about you so excited that you have to take care of it on your own. I guess I shouldn't ask where you get any privacy to do it, though, huh?”

  Jasper clenched his teeth and slapped his hand over hers, stopping her finger. “The bunkhouse is a big, shared space,” he said, his voice a little strained. “But the toilets and shower stalls are private. There are other places on the property where you can go to be alone too.”

  “Oh.” A strange stab of disappointment unsettled Sarah, and she realized part of her sexual thrill had been tied up in the thought of another guy getting a hard-on while watching Jasper play with himself. A picture of Jace, looking dark and moody, filled Sarah's vision and left her flushed all over. Her pussy flared and flooded with more moisture, mixing in with her natural lubrication and Jasper's cum. Sarah suddenly pictured tangle upon tangle of arms and legs, and she saw cocks shoving into her pussy and ass, as well as cries of need from men as they satisfied each other, and her, all at the same time. Male bodies, one dark and one light, sandwiched her, fucking her at the same time, only to t
hen merge in her mind's eye to the men taking each other, and even her taking the men with fingers, tongue, and toys, all of them reveling in the decadent, base coupling—

  “Sarah. Hey.” Jasper shook her shoulders, bringing Sarah out of her wicked thoughts. She blinked and noticed Jasper now sat upright in front of her, concern evident in his eyes. “Are you all right? You closed your eyes, and then you scratched my chest.”

  Sarah dropped her focus to the four angry, blood-spotted lines marring Jasper's flesh. “Oh jeez; I'm sorry. I don't know what happened to me.”

  Get those inappropriate thoughts of Jace out of your mind, girl. He does not want you that way. Jasper deserves all your attention, even in fantasies.

  “Let me take care of that for you,” she said.

  “What?”

  “This.” She pushed Jasper onto his back and straddled his stomach. Her sex touched his lower belly, and they both trembled. Sarah stared at Jasper, holding him with her eyes. She grazed her fingertip around the injured area on his chest and then dipped down, licking across the scratches with the flat of her tongue. Jasper inhaled sharply, and a hint of metallic blossomed in Sarah's mouth, shocking in its intimacy. She laved again, letting the faint taste of Jasper's blood roll over her taste buds, attack her senses, and seep into her own system. She would clean the small cuts properly later, just as a precaution, but right now, she felt a bit like an animal taking care of its mate.

  Sarah's tongue bath reached well beyond the area she had accidentally scratched, and she suddenly realized she had her face shoved into Jasper's armpit, murmuring noises of appreciation as she breathed in his natural musk. Abruptly, she pulled back. “Was that too much?” She scrunched up her face and burrowed into the curve of his shoulder. “Would you rather your girlfriend not lick and smell you like that?”

  Jasper brushed his hand through Sarah's hair. Cupping her by the neck, he pushed his thumb under her chin and lifted her face out of hiding. “The way I see it, you can't do nothin' wrong.” His eyes were so open and bright, Sarah swore they almost twinkled. “You make me feel like I'm all right whenever I'm with you, and that whatever we do together is okay. You make me think I'm good enough to have you.”

  He sometimes said things that made tears well in her eyes. “Cowboy, you are more than good enough for me.” She wiggled backward and hit the rigid length of his cock. Mmm, hard again already. Nice. She reared up but didn't scoot the few inches needed to put his erection in line with her entrance. “I want to do it again.” In the three years they began as friends, Sarah had slowly allowed her boldness and mouthy nature free with Jasper and felt almost no fear or insecurity with him anymore. “Can I try riding you this time?”

  “Hell yeah.” Jasper's gaze darkened, and his penis twitched against her backside. “If you feel like you can take me again so soon, you can do whatever you want.” Jasper held Sarah by the waist and settled her on his already thickened cock. He eased her down with incredible slowness, stretching her pussy wonderfully until she was fully situated on his lap with every solid inch of his erection buried inside her.

  He took his hands from her hips and wrapped them around bars that ran across her headboard. “You're in charge. I'm yours.” He stretched his arms and legs straight and showed off every line of his body to perfection. “Do whatever you want.”

  “I like being yours.” Sarah wiggled on Jasper, making him hiss and roll his head back. Satisfied to every corner of her being, she arched her back, let her eyes fall closed, and with a moan, started to move.

  * * * *

  Anger, rage, and jealousy ate at the man in the hallway, consuming him with the need to create violence. Jace burned inside as he listened to Sarah and another goddamn man fucking. Their moans rushed over him, into him, and he just barely stopped himself from barging into the room and pummeling Jasper Simmons.

  You'd have to pull Sarah off his cock first.

  How in the hell had this happened? Jasper had only ever been in their living room and kitchen with Sarah, and the man was sweetly friendly and plenty awkward enough to keep Jace's radar silent.

  Jace stormed to the kitchen in fast strides, needing to get away from the scene in that bedroom: a sex act taking place with only one thin wall between him and it. Damn it. He wanted to know how in the hell that innocent little friendship, where Sarah and Jasper barely said two words to each other, had evolved into the intimacy Jace had overheard taking place in Sarah's bedroom just now.

  While you were busy reveling in your own sexual proclivities and then later trying to bury them, that's how. Jace snarled, grabbed a bottle of beer out of the fridge, and took a deep drag. He paced around the kitchen table, agitation not allowing him to sit down. As he moved in a continuous circle, he wondered how in God's name he could explain to Hunter that he'd let Sarah get involved with a ranch hand who had little to nothing, other than a job, to call his own. The guy didn't even own a vehicle, for Christ's sake. He had no family worth speaking of, not even a high school diploma to put on a wall, and he could barely get by on a technical truth that he had a clean record. Jasper had slashed Caleb Hawkins's tires four years ago after the man fired him for violating Hawkins Ranch rules. If Caleb hadn't decided to take Jasper under his wing and give the kid another chance, Jasper could have ended up being as big a blight on society as his older brother.

  No, Jasper is not a rapist . Even silently, Jace would not allow himself to get away with such a broad-sweeping, negative judgment of Jasper Simmons. If you had even the slightest worry about Jasper's character or how he treats women, you never would have let Sarah go out with him in the first place. On top of that, you know damn well you respect a whole lot of people who work as cowboys or who don't have formal educations, so don't pretend as if that's your basis for wanting Jasper out of Sarah's bed and out of your home.

  Jace squeezed his hand around his beer bottle, fighting a returning deviant sexual desire he had successfully suppressed for over a year.

  Cries of completion suddenly rang through the house, tearing at Jace's control once again. He closed his eyes, inhaled, and knew he could smell the thickness of sex and orgasm drenching Sarah's bedroom, right where he stood. As much as Jace wanted to rip Jasper Simmons off Sarah and drag him out of this house, the most private, raw part of Jace knew his body craved something else with equal power.

  Right now, in this kitchen, Jace's cock pushed with iron hardness against his jeans, begging him to enter that bedroom and take a piece of Sarah for himself. The thing that only six people in this world knew, though, was that Jace desired men just as much as he did women.

  He could see himself fucking Jasper just as vividly as he could Sarah. He wanted both of them, together. He craved sharing a bed with a man and woman, as he had not been able to do in over a year. Now that he had heard Sarah and Jasper in the heat of passion, his body ached to be a part of them down to his very marrow. As completely as he understood and accepted that part of himself, Jace knew he could never act on those desires with Sarah and Jasper. Not without ruining three lives.

  Jace spun away from the table and slammed his fist through the kitchen wall.

  Chapter Two

  “You sure you don't want some coffee?” Sarah asked once Jasper gave her a second to catch her breath. As they shuffled to the kitchen in each other's arms, she accepted his kiss with a smile on her lips and could feel he still wore one too. They'd spent their first full night together; she was sore as hell from how many times they'd had sex, and she'd almost never been happier. “I don't mind making it. I promise.”

  He pecked a fast kiss to her nose and forehead. “No, thanks. I need to get goin', or I'm gonna be late.”

  Jasper had one of the Hawkins Ranch trucks parked out front; last night, he had been bursting with the news that Caleb was going to sell the older vehicle to him. It never bothered Sarah that Jasper didn't always have transportation, but she knew it sometimes upset him, so she was happy he'd found something of quality he could afford.

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nbsp; “If I don't haul ass and push that battered truck as fast as she'll go,” Jasper added, “I'll never make it to work on time.”

  “Careful who you say that around, Mr. Simmons.” Jace's voice swept across the air, mockingly soft, and tore Sarah and Jasper apart. He sat at the kitchen table, his face masked by the shadows of the departing night still hanging around outside. He looked right at Jasper, his pale eyes almost luminous in the low light. “Speeding is against the law.”

  “For goodness' sake, Jace,” Sarah said before Jasper opened his mouth. “What the hell are you doing sitting in the dark?” She put her hand to her chest and felt the crazy beating through her thick robe. “You scared the crap out of me.” Narrowing her stare, Sarah crossed her arms against her chest. “You aren't even supposed to be home. What are you doing here? At all?”

  Jace raised a brow. “I live here.”

  Sarah made a face at the infuriating man. “You know what I mean. When you go out with Shannon”—she mentioned his on-and-off girlfriend—“you always spend the night with her. I didn't expect you back this early.”

  “Changed my mind last night.” Jace blinked and slid his focus from Sarah to Jasper, blinked again, and turned one very hard stare back to her. “Lucky for me. I got such a stimulating show here instead. An audio one anyway.”

  Sarah gasped, and Jasper took a step forward.

  “Hey,” Jasper said, his voice sharp, “be respectful of what you say to this woman.”

  Jace's eyes slipped to icy-cold, light jade in color, and he looked at Jasper with a hint of the ruthless man Sarah knew he could sometimes be. “Made her one of those last night,” he said, “didn't you?”

  Like a mountain lion, Jasper lunged across the table and grabbed Jace, hauling the bigger man to his feet. He dug his hands into Jace's half-unbuttoned shirt and shoved him into the counter, jamming him over the sink. “You say you're sorry to Sarah right now, or I swear to God I'll throw you through the window.” Shades of the tough young man Jasper had once been came out of him in full force. “Do it.”