by Ally Miller
I was close, thrusting harder and harder. I gushed, my seed flowing into her. Jack spurted into her mouth.
We were all panting and I moved my hand up and untied her wrists.
Chapter 10
Jack
After a few seconds, I gasped out, “My turn.”
Olivia closed her legs, denying me, and whispered out, “I can’t take anymore.”
Reese and I switched positions and I forced her legs apart. “You will.”
“I’m too sore. I’m used up.” She probably thought her body can’t handle another one. But, she’s wrong. I won’t stop until my cock is deep in her cunt. I need that pleasure of her pussy clenching around my cock.
I cupped her leaking cunt juiced mixed with Reese’s seed. “This is never off-limits to us.” I viciously thrusted into her. She was slick and my cock slid all the fuck way home.
She was still tight. And I went brutally fast her pussy clenched around me.
Olivia grabbed my head and pulled my hair. “Harder!”
My arms were threatening to give out with how hard I drilled into her soaking, wet cunt. I bent her knees and continued my furious thrusts. She was my kryptonite. The bed vibrated against the wood floor with each frenzied thrust.
Reese cock sprung up again wanting to play again. I lay across the bed with her, still thrusting. I was face to face with her and I reached behind and spread her ass cheeks. Fingering her there to loosen her up, while Reese stroked his cock and entered her.
She tensed and stop moving with me. I grabbed her hips, pulled my legs over and moved her, while Reese thrusted into her asshole. I placed my finger near her clit and gave it one flick.
She came and Reese and I followed. With our faces flushed and our bodies sweaty, Reese dropped down next to her and wrapped her in his arms.
It was fucking amazing every single time. She was perfect for us. When it came to her, we acted like Neanderthals rather than powerful men who rule with utter control. All that control slips away when it came to her. It was frustrating and exhilarating as hell. We couldn't get any work done when she’s around and when she's not around we, still, can't get any work done.
It was an odd mix.
I glanced at Reese over her head and he nodded. We were on the same page.
“Olivia,” I began.
“Hmm…” she said, lazily trailing her fingers across my chest.
“We’re serious. Move in with us.”
“What do we tell everyone?” She was worried.
I scoffed, “Fuck everyone.”
Unfortunately, Reese was more pragmatic. “If Olivia wants to be accepted and make friends, that won’t work. Society is filled with norms and traditions. We announce she’s going out with one of us and, slowly, when she’s integrated with the employees, we tell them she’s ours. Completely.”
She thought about it and shocked us when she said, “okay.” She agreed with us.
I smiled and kissed her. “God, I love you.”
She froze in my arms.
I froze.
She was supposed to say it back. Did I misread her intentions?
She looked over at Reese and he whispered it to her also.
After the longest seconds of our lives, she said, “I love you, too.”
Then she took both of our hands and placed it on her stomach. Leaving it there. That could only mean one thing.
Shouts and exclaims filled the room. Her stomach soon became inundated with kisses. I cradled her in my arms and placed her under the shower with four jets on each wall.
“Sit here on the bench, babe, and we’ll clean you up.”
“Prop up your feet. Let us clean all of you.”
Reese soaped her body. She, wordlessly, allows us to tend to her and leaned her back against my shoulder as the steam surrounded us. I gently washed her pussy with my fingers.
He breath hitched and she arched her back. “Easy there, love. We’ve got the rest of our lives.” It gave me a pure male satisfaction that we could turn her on with a simple touch.
We had to be careful now that she was pregnant.
Reese filled the bath and we moved into the jacuzzi. I sat behind her, pulling her between my legs. Her legs wrapped around Reese’s as she faced him. We were all connected and joined.
Whole.
She completed us and made us happy. Forever.
Olivia
I never felt more deliriously happy than now in that moment wrapped up in my men’s arms in the jacuzzi.
I felt loved and cherished. My every desire was their goal to fulfill. I never found myself lacking for anything.
When I found out I was pregnant two weeks ago, I was scared. I didn’t know whose baby it was. But when I looked at them, I didn’t need to know whose baby it was. All I knew was I loved them both, equally. Irrevocably.
I knew they would love this baby as their own. It didn’t matter anymore whose baby it was. All that mattered was that this baby was loved by all of his parents.
I couldn't wait for the laughs and cackles that would surround us.
Reese
“You’ve made me so happy,” I murmured, placing soft kisses on her lips. Tendrils of her fair framed her face and she looked gorgeous as fuck.
More so now because she was glowing with her afterglow and pregnancy. It gave me immense pleasure to know we’ve had our seed growing inside her.
She was bred with our baby.
The bond between us kept growing stronger and the love more fierce.
This was wild, insane, and crazy but it worked for us.
Fuck what everyone else said.
We worshipped her body slowly in the bathtub, giving her everything she wants, fulfilling her every need.
THE END
Bonus 3 of 30
Hard Tack, Hard Loving
Description
Nate Hawke returns to his hometown of Remlow Creek to remind himself of where he came from and of the simple joys of running an old town supply store surrounded by nature and horses as far as the eye can see. Whenever the fast-paced life of a New York businessman becomes too much of a grind, there is always escape. There is always the Creek.
But when one of his homeward pilgrimages is disrupted by a one night stand from his city life turning up at the Creek too, the seductive allure of one world begins to bleed into his simpler country existence. Very pregnant but no less sensual than the last time Nate saw her. This golden-haired temptress draws in not only Nate, but his best friend Leo, showing them both that some loves are better shared.
Chapter 1
Nate returned to Remlow Creek early Monday morning. His glossy black car crunching over the dirt roads that constituted a fair number of the minor fairways of the little town. The sun rose over endless grass fields, ascending into a cloudless sky, pale blue and fringed by mountains. The driver, up front behind a glass privacy panel, of, guided the car along a curving path made from stones toward a large brick building with an attached stable. When it glided to a stop, there was no sound at all.
Getting out and setting immaculately polished shoes on the red stone path, Nate rose to his full height, adjusted his cuffs, and leaned in by the driver’s side door to thank his driver, who nodded back, smiling. The car pulled away, painfully shiny and whirling with reflected sunlight Nate strode up the path toward his red brick home away from home. The large double doors opened to him, and the Hard Tack Supply Store ushered him inside, back into familiar, indeed ancestral, surroundings.
A lot had changed here since Nate had first left the place. Not just changed, but updated. The original house had been standing for generations, repaired and rebuilt so many times that nothing of it now was from the Hard Tack’s initial construction. There were still the old rustic wood floors, old windows in cracked frames and poorly varnished interior furnishings. When Nate had left for the big city, that was what the Hard Tack had been— a small place in a small town. However, once he had inherited the place from his family, all that had changed.
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bsp; In truth, the Hawke family hadn’t had much use for the old house in quite a while. Their business interests were diversified to the point that they had moved out when Nate had been a boy, and Nate himself had only gone back there for vacations, or to see those who had stayed behind. By the time Nate had taken possession of the Hard Tack, it had filtered down in ownership through a series of uncles and cousins. He really had no need for the place himself, financial stability and his family’s business holdings making him well off to the point that he might no longer need to work a day in his life, if he so chose. But like his work, running a publishing house focused on seeking out new talents and allowing them to be heard, Nate found he still had something of a passion for the old home, and Remlow Creek’s small community.
The Hard Tack offered something of an escape for Nate.
For a while he could leave the confines of the big city, step outside of his office and into someplace, not simpler necessarily, just a little immersion into the communal politics of a small town could tell a man exactly how complicated places with populations in the triple digits could be- but different, in a way that Nate needed. He could breathe out there, and there was something to be said for running the store itself, the personal, hands-on skills needed to do that job a welcome change from the more restrained, thoughtful demands of his day job.
Whenever life got to be too much, the Hard Tack was there to welcome him with open doors.
Nate headed upstairs first, to the apartment found on the second floor where he had lived for some portion of his childhood. Once it had been largely bare, during the lean times when the Hawke family had been unable to afford much, but Nate had thrown money at the Hard Tack for months until it was more fit for living. Now, the floors and wallpaper had been completely redone, the floor plan changed to favor the large, open spaces that Nate preferred, given that he was the only person currently residing there, if only temporarily. The shop below had received the brunt of his renovations, new money flowing into the old town and transforming the Hard Tack’s storefront into something much easier to deal with, while still retaining the rustic atmosphere that Nate enjoyed so much.
His bedroom was filled with new furnishings, a large oak closet holding a series of casual clothes that better suited Remlow Creek than the crisp black suit he had worn on the way down. Normally he would have changed before traveling, but last night had been a busy one.
It had also been a fun one, no doubt about that. The bar he had attended had been filled with good times, laughter, and a particularly attractive raven-haired woman that Nate had spent his time with, pale skin wonderful in the nighttime dark, little red dress flowing around her as they got drunker and drunker together, and then closer and closer. He could still smell her perfume on his jacket, the scent of flowers clinging to his collar, reminding him of the softness of her body pressed against him, the sound of her voice rising in ecstasy.
Ah, Mona…
It was possible, Nate supposed as he pulled on a pair of jeans, that this was not her real name. Plenty of people, both women and men, went to bars like the one he had been at for the anonymity after all. The idea was somewhat troublesome, but Nate pushed it out of his mind with relative ease. It wasn’t like he would ever see the woman again, as fetching as she was. He finished dressing, throwing on a plaid shirt and a flashy buckled belt, the kind people in the South seemed to really appreciate, for reasons that Nate had yet to truly fathom. Now more appropriately clothed, he headed back downstairs, thinking wistfully of the taste of Mona’s lips against his, the way she had bounced in his lap with youthful energy. He was only thirty-three, but the rigors of his work sometimes made Nate feel unreasonably old. It had been nice, with that in mind, to be with some cute twenty-something again.
Somehow, the floorboards at the bottom of the stairs retained their characteristic creak, despite having been replaced in their entirety. The sound was a familiar companion, had been with Nate through much of his childhood, there at every morning creeping down the stairs, teenage nights sneaking back into his room after being out far longer than he should have, and now adult days spent occupying this space as a getaway from his life in the city. That sound signified home, to him.
There were other noises too, issuing from within the main ground floor room that served as the shop floor, the sounds of someone moving within. Nate slipped around the corner and into the main room just in time to see a taller, lanky man slide into the seat behind the counter, a cup of steaming coffee in his hand. He rapped a rhythmic little series of taps against the lacquered wood, then shot Nate the finger-guns.
“Morning, guy,” Leo said, grinning. Nate nodded as he passed, swinging around the side of the counter toward the back room, eyeing shelves as he went to see what needed restocking out front. Leo could be relied upon for much, but keeping the shelves filled with merchandise had never been one of them; Nate had always felt this was okay. The younger man was largely here for companionship, anyway.
Leo was a transplant from New York in a more complete way that Nate himself was. Where Nate had the benefit of having grown up in Remlow Creek, Leo just liked being here, having been taken with Nate on one of the latter’s many trips out that way to spend some time running the store. Something in the rustic surrounds, the simplicity of purpose that went with life away from the big city, appealed to Leo on some deep level even beyond what Nate himself felt. After a few more trips tagging along with his friend, Leo eventually asked if he could simply set up shop in Remlow Creek full-time, running the Hard Tack while Nate was away.
The idea had been a surprising one to hear, but it wasn’t exactly a bad one either.
After all, Leo’s own business interests were largely self-sustaining, requiring little from the man himself in order to generate income. He could afford to sit out in a small town if he wished, providing basic ranch supplies to people he could come to know on a first-name basis and simply luxuriating in the open spaces and fresh air that one simply could not get in the confines of New York. As far as Nate knew, Leo had not told anybody here where he had come from. He had left the past in New York so that it was his own choice to what extent he would dip in and out of it. As a consequence of this, he hadn’t left Remlow Creek since he had first come to stay there, nearly two years earlier.
He had simply walked away, as Nate never could have. It was very possible that Leo hadn’t even done so much as place a phone call to his family back home; they knew he was out here, but his suddenly newfound lifestyle apparently rubbed them the wrong way, such that neither party particularly desired to spend much time around the other. He had made a clean break with his past, and was now a fixture at the Hard Tack even as Nate flitted in and out. In some ways, he wished he could have some of Leo’s conviction regarding the place, but in others, well, Leo didn’t get to go off and have anonymous sex with cute girls in bars, now did he?
This was not, however, because he wouldn’t be able to. Though Nate was thoroughly heterosexual, even he could recognize that Leo was, in a word, devastatingly handsome. At twenty-seven, he still harbored much of the energy of his youth, proud and leonine features sitting atop a body that bounded and gestured vibrantly when excited, ropes of muscle easily visible at every moment. His penchant for tight shirts and pants did little to make Nate, at thirty-three, feel any more secure. It was like he was sharing his shop with a younger, photo-negative version of himself. Even his blond hair contrasted with Nate’s own darker locks. Between the two of them, it was clear who the eye candy was.
But then, Leo hadn’t spent the previous night with luscious little Mona in his lap, now had he?
The morning passed them by, with Nate’s thoughts running roughly along that line for most of it. It was hard to keep his mind from straying back to the young woman he had slept with the night before. The tastes and sounds and sensations of her, her body, her voice, everything, filling his imagination from end to end, dragging Nate back into the recent past whenever he began to draw himself forward into the pr
esent. Stocking the shelves became a pleasant, drifting thing, less of a chore and more of an opportunity to fantasize. Talking with Leo became a distraction from that, and Nate found himself pausing noticeably when he should have been replying, letting sentences drop and words draw themselves out into silence without meaning to. Debauchery had not made him a good conversational partner.
You’re never going to see me again after tonight, she had said. Fuck me however you want to…
The words rang through Nate’s mind, the sheer freedom inherent in that anonymity threatening to make him blush; he really had done some things that night he would not have without the consequence-free atmosphere that Mona had made for them. Things had gotten wild, a previously unknown dominant streak running through him had surfaced and… well, suffice it to say that he knew he would be nervous if ever forced to recount the events of that night.
As luck would have it, Nate would be put in a position of having to do this sooner than he would have thought.
As evening settled over the quiet town— a few customers, not precisely the greatest business day the Hard Tack had ever had— and the sun moved past its zenith, a familiar face bustled through the double doors, clad in clothes easily more fashionable than anyone in town had ever seen before. Pegging her immediately for a newcomer, which was in itself no great feat since everyone knew everybody else already, Leo rose from the counter, smelling a sale. The distinctly feminine voice that filtered into the back room drew Nate’s attention, as did the slick sound of Leo’s voice; the man could certainly flirt, but Nate couldn’t imagine a one of the women in town who would appreciate that. The majority of them were married, something that Leo surely knew by now.
Poking his head through the door to see who had come in, Nate blinked.
“Mona?”
Chapter 2
“Hoo, man!” The woman’s eyes were wide, her hands flying upward into a vague, helpless gesture around her chest. “That is not my name! Hello! Stranger from last night, hi! Nice seeing you here. Again. Huh.”
