Holding on for dear life, Jeff thrust hard into her, faster and faster.
“This is gonna be fast, sugar, so come now!” he shouted, ramming into her.
With one last push, Janie’s tight little pussy convulsed around him as he released his hot seed into her. Pulse after pulse, she extracted every drop of cum he had.
“Holy fuck,” Jeff said, slamming his head hard against the front door. He was aware he was seeing stars as Janie stood. Smiling, she turned and kissed his cheek. “Not that I mind the welcome, but I thought you had work to do?”
Jeff was speechless. He couldn’t breathe. His heart was pounding, and his vision had yet to return. Shaking his head, he saw that Janie was getting dressed.
Thank God!
“When is everyone supposed to arrive? I want to make a good impression,” she asked, buttoning her last button on her pretty pink shirt.
“Cupcake, I can honestly say you made a great impression.”
* * * *
The barbeque was in full swing, and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. It was a good turnout, with only one of the ranching families unable to join the festivities. But with all of the others here, Jeff knew the main reason they came besides the food was the latest information on the charter.
Word had gotten around rather quickly about the underwriter, Diana Bertrum-Drake or aka, Duke Adrian Bertram. Either way, most of the ranchers were eager to help hunt down this person and bring them before the courts. Though finding this person was harder than it seemed, everyone was on board to find the underwriter and get the land back fast!
Making the rounds, it never failed to amaze Jeff that when needed, his friends would come running. Looking around him, they were all there.
The McDaniel Brothers, Orin, Davis, and Jacks, best friends in high school, Jeff grew up roughhousing and causing trouble with those three. Their ranch, the Big D, neighbored the JC on the east side of the river. Running mainly show horses, they began dabbling in a little rough stock for the rodeos that passed through.
The Kincade Brothers, Brannon, Conner, and Daniel, lived to the west of the JC. With Brannon helping out as the town’s deputy sheriff, that left Conner and Daniel to run The ABC Ranch. Those boys had their work cut out for them after their father ran the ranch into the ground. Somehow, they managed to save it from the auction block, and with a little help from their neighbors, they were starting to grow their herd again.
The Quinn Brothers, Travis, Tucker, and Tate, ran the Triple T to the north. It didn’t take the brothers long when Emma came back to town to hustle her in front of a preacher. Along with their daughter Tabitha, they had settled down into family life, which was what Jeff was aching for. Even after that mess with Emma’s past, those brothers never left her side and, instead, welcomed her home.
Then there was the Little Anne to the south, which was owned by the Brannon Family. Steven and Neil Brannon ran an organic herd, and they were doing quite well. Their sister, Kelly, who just days earlier decided to be Doc Jenkins’ full-time physician’s assistant, also helped at the local VFW, acclimating soldiers back into society. The mother, Anne Brannon, for whom the ranch was named after, was also present. Anne Brannon was the only surviving sister of the Romanov sisters and the elected family head and was on hand during all commitment ceremonies.
Doc Jenkins and his attorney brother, Matthew, Emma’s biological fathers, were also on hand, along with Braxton Connelly, Treasure Cove’s town sheriff. There were also members of the town, like Macie Hicks, the owner of Macie’s Diner, and Long Feather Meyer, the owner of the local grocery store and the president of the local charter of Treasures Cove’s Indian Heritage Group, which most of the town belonged to.
The only ranch family missing was a relatively new family, the Henleys. The Horned H ranch was run by four brothers and their two sisters, whose family moved to Treasure Cove from Celestial more than fifty years ago. They were an odd bunch, but when needed, they were generally the first to show up.
Walking around, Jeff eyed Janie. She looked so beautiful in her pale pink summer dress. It never failed to amaze him that she was here with him. If it wasn’t for his brother, Caleb, Jeff would probably still be sitting on that stool in Macie’s Diner every Friday.
Janie was theirs forever. He just hadn’t figured out how to tell her yet. Of course, Caleb suggested he ask instead of telling her, but for some reason, Jeff knew Janie would want to be claimed.
He had gone into Celestial a couple of days ago while Janie was with Kelly. He met up with his sister Annie, and together, they shopped for Janie. Jeff asked Caleb if he wanted to go, but the lug refused, saying, “What the hell do I know about jewelry. Just make sure it’s big. I don’t want her doubting our love.”
So there they all were.
All his family and friends.
All the people who mattered the most to him, bound together in legacy, they prospered and flourished.
“Hey Jeff, I have to get out of here. Someone just called in a stranger sneaking around the library. I’ve gotta check it out,” Braxton informed him, hanging up his cell phone.
“You need some help, Sheriff?” Brannon Kincade offered.
Braxton smiled and shook his head. “Nah, you stay and have some fun. I won’t be gone long.”
Jeff shook Braxton’s hand. “Can’t promise you there will be any food left, but the beer is plentiful. Hurry back.”
Janie walked over, snaking her arm around Jeff’s waist. “I’ll make him a plate, Jeff. He needs to eat.” She then turned to Braxton, and in her most firm voice, she said, “You just make sure my library is okay, Sheriff.”
Braxton just laughed. “Yes ma’am!” he said, and with that they watched him leave.
Turning back to their guest, they enjoyed a wonderful bounty. The food was delicious, and the desserts sweet. The crowd was mingling, laughing, and having fun.
It was the chimes of the cowbell that got everyone’s attention. They all turned to see Miss Anne standing next to Matthew Jenkins. “All right, folks. Now that everyone has had some vittles and quenched their thirst, little Matthew has some important news to talk about, so shut your mouths and show some respect.”
Matthew Jenkins blushed and then looked at the crowd. “Thank you, Miz Anne. Though I can’t remember when someone called me little,” he began.
Doc snickered. “I can!”
The laughter was immediate.
Matthew cleared his throat, bringing an end to the laughter, and began again. “We are all here because of the charter. Right now, we all know about the underwriter, Diana Bertrum-Drake. The sheriff and I have started making queries into who this person was. So far all we know, thanks to Janie Potter, is that Diana Bertrum-Drake is an anagram for Duke Adrian Bertam.
“Now, according to genealogical records, I was able to locate a Lord Bertram, around the time the town was created back in 1853. Back then, records were recorded by hand and generally most have been destroyed over the years, from flood, fire, or just plain age. Now with that said, I know that our town has kept meticulous records and that each founding family has their own records that are handed down through the generations. I am asking for those who are the current holders to please bring your family records to my office as soon as possible so I can photocopy them. We will only keep them long enough to copy the information.
“I am hoping that somewhere in your family histories, there is a link to the underwriter. So far, my searches have turned up nothing. I have a friend over in England who has offered to help in this matter. I have already emailed this person the Jenkins family history and what we already know about the charter. Since this mystery person seems to be leading us across the pond, that’s where we have to go.
“Till then, Janie Potter has graciously offered to help compile the data we get into some sort of program file that will find similarities and hopefully lead us in the right direction. As for the charter, I have a court case set for February, in Helena, to talk to the courts abou
t reversing this charter. Now understand, if the courts decide this charter is unlawful, they can void it, which opens our family land up to outsiders. What that means is that roughly half of the land that you guys currently work will be auctioned off and sold to the highest bidder.”
“Hell no!”
“Fuck that!”
“Look, everyone, I know how you feel. Andy and I are in the same boat. According to our charter, over half of the land that we thought was going to our granddaughter will be up on the auction block. We are not happy about it either.”
Orin McDaniel shouted, “Then don’t go to Helena. Why bring the state into the matter? We don’t want or need the government’s help.”
“I wish it was that simple. When I petitioned the court a month ago, it was referred to the state’s courts, where they turned it over to the Montana Supreme Court. I was not expecting that, because having that court involved opens a whole new can of worms. But it’s done now, and we can’t do nothin’ about it.
“What we can do is find that damn underwriter and have that person sign the land back over to us before February. Folks, finding this underwriter is the most important thing. If we can’t find her or him by February, we risk the chance of losing half our land,” Matthew finished, letting his words soak in.
The low hum over the crowd was mixed with tension and anger. Nobody wanted to hear that the land their family had slaved over for generations could be taken right out from underneath them.
Jeff, Caleb, and Janie watched as the faces of their friends grew tight with worry and fear. This was not how they saw the barbeque ending, but none the less, it happened. As they began saying their good-byes, the rumble of the ground had people stopping in their tracks.
“What the hell was that?” Caleb asked.
“Earthquake?” Janie offered.
“Too shallow,” Jeff murmured, looking around, and stopped when he faced the town.
There off in the far distance, a black smoke cloud rose over the town.
“Fire!” Jeff shouted as the ranchers ran to their trucks to give assistance. “Janie, you stay here with Miz Anne and Emma. I’ve gotta go. Don’t leave this house, understand?” he ordered.
Janie stared at the growing black cloud. “Jeff, my library,” she whispered.
“Stay here, Janie. I mean it!” he shouted, kissing her quickly then running for his truck.
* * * *
There was nothing left to do.
The library was gone.
The smoldering ashes were dwindling down. Only two sides of the brick façade were left standing, and all those books, thousands of them, were gone. As the volunteer fire department pushed debris away, making sure there were no red embers left, the sheriff and deputy sheriff stood off to the side talking with two men from the Montana FBI branch.
They all knew that Braxton didn’t have a choice anymore. With the fire at the Old Mill, Braxton chalked it up to kids partying too much and not watching what they were doing. For the Treasure Cove Condo’s fire, he figured it was faulty wiring or a gas leak, but the library, well, that couldn’t be easily explained.
The force of the explosion ripped through the two-story library, leveling it instantly and taking out several business windows in the process. Store owners closest to the library were already boarding up, protecting their merchandise, but Macie’s diner, which sat directly catty-corner to the library, ended up with severe damage. The diner’s whole front façade looked like someone had taken an Uzi to it. Large gaping holes, missing windows, part of the roof was missing, and that was just the outside. The interior was a lost cause, booths, stools, and the bar all gone.
“Damn. This is gonna break Janie’s heart,” Jeff said, kicking a brick out of his way.
“The town will rebuild and fill it with books again,” Caleb replied, looking around at all the destruction. He had never seen anything like it before. There was so much destruction. He was amazed that nobody got hurt.
“Come on, we’re done here. Let’s get the trucks back to the bay!” Tate shouted, climbing into the large red fire truck.
* * * *
Janie waited patiently for them. They had been gone for hours, and she was getting worried. Aunt Anne and Emma had stayed as long as they could, but with little Tabitha needing a bath and her own bed, Emma ducked out. Aunt Anne stayed a little longer and helped clean and store all the food. She kept her promise and made Braxton a dish, which she gave to Anne when she said she needed to head home, too.
It was close to midnight when she saw the lights of the truck pull up. She stayed seated on the couch, waiting for them.
She didn’t have to wait long.
Janie watched as they both entered the house dog tired and covered in soot. Dropping their boots at the door, they quietly removed their shirts and jeans. Walking toward their bathroom in their underwear and socks, they said nothing.
Janie knew then it must have been bad. Fearing the worst, she kept her mouth shut until they confirmed her suspicions. She heard the shower turn on, and soon steam was filtering out into the hallway. Not being able to take the not knowing anymore, Janie got up and wandered into the bathroom to find the both of them under the hot shower, just leaning their backs against the cool tiles.
Their eyes were closed and their bodies relaxed. They looked exhausted.
They had taken care of her so many times before, she now wondered if they would allow her to take care of them. Going with her gut, Janie removed her clothing and stepped into the shower. Grabbing the wash rag, she soaped it up and began washing Caleb. He didn’t even flinch when the rag touched his skin, so she continued.
Finding her luffa sponge, she added soap to it and, with her other hand, began cleaning Jeff.
They were both mentally and physically drained.
Still, neither of them talked. As she continued on her path of consoling them, her hands moved lower until she was cleaning their flaccid cocks. Soft and yet still long and thick, she loved touching their hot shafts, each different but similar. Jeff’s cock was the thickest. Barely able to get her fingers around him, she loved the veiny feel of his swollen cock and his bulbous purple head. His ball sack was large and hung low as she remembered the feel of it slapping against her clit when Jeff would fuck her from behind.
Caleb’s cock was longer and smooth. His large head was pink, but it was his thick, full balls that made his cock wonderful. Caleb’s balls were heavier than Jeff’s, and when they slapped her clit it was like he was flicking a whip at her.
While she stroked them, Janie made sure each was thoroughly cleaned. She then dropped to her knees and proceeded to wash their legs. Their now hard cocks seemed to come to life as they bobbed in front of her face. Looking up, Janie saw that both men were now looking at her with wide eyes. The hunger on their faces made her pussy weep as she felt the moisture drip from her cunt.
They did that to her.
With that one look, she knew they wanted her, and her body was hardwired to them, responding every time.
Dropping the rag and luffa sponge, Janie took a hold of their hot cocks and began rubbing them slowly. As the water poured down around them, Janie let the moisture lubricate their now hardening rods. Tightening her grip enough to increase the friction, Janie applied enough pressure to elicit a moan from Caleb. Looking back up at Jeff, he just stared, almost daring her to continue.
Leaning forward, Janie licked the soft, pink head of Caleb’s dick as the taste of his pre-cum sent a warming shiver through her body. Turning to Jeff, she continued massaging him as she lowered her mouth to his balls and sucked them into her hot mouth, releasing them quickly with a soft pop.
Jeff growled as he placed his hand on her head.
At that moment Janie knew she was doing the right thing.
With both cocks in her hands, Janie opened wide and sucked.
Caleb moaned, “Son of a bitch!”
“Suck harder,” Jeff growled, holding tight to her hair.
Janie cont
inued to suck and slurp both cocks as her head bobbed up and down on both of them. She couldn’t believe she had both dicks in her mouth, and they fit!
She was ecstatic at being able to please them both at the same time, and the heady feeling was making her pussy quiver. She wanted them so bad, but she knew they needed this release.
With the air in the bathroom getting thicker and the steam swirling around them, Janie sucked, licked, and slurped her way down both their shafts, rubbing, massaging, and cupping their balls. She knew she was going to be unable to take them to the back of her throat, so she compensated by humming softly and wrapping her tongue around them as she moved them in and out of her mouth.
Showing special attention to their balls, she kneaded them gently, showing each just how special her hands could be. As she sucked their cocks with her hands on their balls, Janie reach back with her index fingers and inserted each finger into their assholes.
“Motherfucker!” Jeff shouted and came in hard spurts down her throat as she fucked his ass with her finger.
Caleb growled out his release seconds later, when Janie pushed her index finger in further, wiggling it as she still sucked and massaged his balls.
Swallowing their cum, Janie quietly stood, smiled, and grabbed a towel as she exited the shower, leaving Jeff and Caleb panting for more.
On some elemental level, she knew she had awakened their desire for her, but what she got in return for her special attention was beyond her imagination. She was barely out of the shower before Caleb grabbed her, thrusting his hips into her backside.
He was hard again.
He demanded, “More.” Pushing her forward, Janie grabbed a hold of the bathroom counter and braced herself. She felt Caleb’s calloused hand scoring its way down her back as his other split her swollen lips, finding her slippery pussy. Rubbing and pinching, Caleb’s wicked fingers brought her quickly to release as Janie screamed out her orgasm, coating his fingers in her cream.
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