Some had married into the families and some had just found their place here and made a home. Not family by blood, but considered family nonetheless. Lusty embraced them all.
Just like she’s embraced me. The thought whispered that the good people of Lusty might not be so welcoming if they knew she used to be a dancer in a gentlemen’s club.
She pushed that thought away. It had no place in this life she was making for herself. The past was the past, and that’s where it could stay. She’d told Jesse and Barry how she’d paid for her degree, and they’d been fine with it. End of story.
It didn’t take long to reach the house. No other vehicle was in the driveway, so she knew she’d actually beat them home.
Home. This house had become as much a home to her as her apartment in Waco—as any place, in fact, that she’d ever lived.
Once inside, she took her duffel bag upstairs. Only moments later and her bag had been emptied. She peeked inside the closet, assuring herself that she did indeed still have jeans and clean T-shirts here waiting for her.
It had been a few nights since they’d stayed, so she emptied the spa tub, gave it a quick cleaning, and filled it again. It would only take about a half hour or so to heat. She sighed as she took in the beautifully appointed bath. One thing she could say about the people of Lusty, they seemed to take their creature comforts very seriously.
Charlotta left the master suite and headed back down to the kitchen. They were having Thanksgiving dinner out at the ranch tomorrow with Ari, Cord, and Jackson, and the Benedict cousins they were all in business with—Chase, Brian, and Carrie. She’d help with the food preparations, of course—she’d gotten to know both women in the last few months, and she liked them a lot.
She checked the fridge and found the beef the guys must have bought for tonight. She opened the package and sighed. That looked like really good tenderloin. They’d probably want to grill the meat, which was fine by her. Charlotta rewrapped the steaks and set them back in the fridge. After taking a look at the nibbles—the men must have been here early and put together a cheese tray—she selected a nice Cabernet Sauvignon and opened it so it could breathe.
Charlotta was reaching for the wineglasses when the front door opened. “Honey, we’re home!”
“In the kitchen.”
“So, you didn’t beat us by much,” Barry said as they approached.
She could hear the sound of their footsteps and turned, needing to see them as they stepped into the room. Emotion swamped her at the sight of them. By the looks of them, they’d only stopped long enough to change their boots. They looked hot and sweaty and so damn good her mouth began to water.
Forget the wine and cheese. This is what I want to nibble on. This is what I need.
She didn’t recognize the sound she made when she launched herself toward them. The moment Jesse snagged her out of the air and wrapped her in tight, she burst into tears.
“Hey!” Jesse’s soft voice tickled her ear. The heat and solidity of Barry nestling against her back, the patience and the sheer masculinity of these men soothed her soul.
They didn’t try to get her to stop crying, they just let her have her tears and held her close while she did. At some point, Jesse changed his hold on her and then sat on one of the kitchen chairs with her on his lap. The scrape of chair leg on tile meant Barry had settled close. After a few minutes, her tears began to ebb. She opened her eyes, blinking when a tissue appeared suspended in front of her. When she took it, she saw Barry, his smile gentle and maybe a little goofy.
She chuckled as she blotted away the wet.
“Can you tell us what that was all about, baby?”
“I’m not even sure what it was about myself. I turned and saw you both standing there looking so damn good, and everything inside me just…broke.”
“One of the things I envy about women,” Barry said, “is their ability to cry. Men don’t have that. Stuff happens, little bitty things that anger or annoy or stress, and they sort of work together to form one giant shit pile. Women can cry, and disperse it.”
“Men, more often than not, either have to get gut-puking drunk, or pick a fight and beat on someone with his fists.”
“I know that’s all true.” She sighed and leaned her head on Jesse. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For being the men you are. You get me, and I never knew what a wonderful thing that could be, until you came into my life.”
Did she sense a hesitation, or were her emotions still strung too tight, despite the tears?
“You’re welcome, princess.” Barry kissed her forehead. Then he got up, and began moving around the kitchen.
“Let’s take this party upstairs. You need wine and hot water.” Jesse said.
“What I need most is the two of you.”
“You’ll have us.”
Jesse stood up with her in his arms. “I can walk.”
“Sure you can, but this is more fun.”
Charlotta should know by now that it was useless to protest being carried. Barely a week went by that one of them didn’t do just that.
Jesse carried her up the stairs and right into the bathroom.
“I hope the tub is hot enough,” she said. “I refilled it.”
He set her down then took two steps to look at the digital display. “It’s perfect.” He came back and began to undress her. She was feeling just wobbly enough, emotionally, to let him.
When she was naked, he looked her up and down, licked his lips, and grinned. “Into the tub with you, Shar. Barry and I both need to shower first.”
He held her hand as she climbed into the spa, then turned the jets on for her.
“Did I ever tell you how happy I am this bathroom has a large, clear glass shower stall? Just pour me a glass of that wine, sugar, and then strip, get in there, and give me a show.”
Both men laughed and blushed. It amazed her that for all their potent masculinity they were both, in a way, innocent.
Charlotta felt the wine, the hot water, and the amazing nudie show work together to push her anxiety away. In its place, arousal grew. She grinned as the men, standing side by side and facing her, hammed it up. Oh, they would have been crowd favorites at The Booty Parlor—a ladies’ club in Morehead where women went to see gorgeous men strip down to their G-strings and dance. These two certainly knew how to work it and get her horny as hell.
Finally, those gorgeous hunks left the glass-walled enclosure and stalked—there was just no other word for it—toward her.
Everything that was feminine inside her quivered at the look of intent on Jesse’s face. He got into the tub and didn’t stop his approach until he was only a couple of inches in front of her. Whatever he was thinking had an obvious effect on his cock, because as she watched, it began to grow.
Or maybe it’s me, eying it as if it the tastiest thing in the world that’s getting him hard.
“Do you know what I want, Shar?” The edge to his tone told her more than anything what it was he really wanted.
“You want my ass.”
“Yes, I want your ass. The question is, are you going to give it to me?”
She’d been nervous about anal sex, and so they’d played—a lot. Not every time they made love, but often enough that she knew she actually liked anal play.
She liked it, but it was more than that. Thanks to their patience and their willingness to let her be in control of this, she trusted them not to hurt her.
Charlotta felt everything inside her begin to grow hot and wet and knew that what Jesse wanted, she wanted, too.
She licked her lips. “Yes.”
Chapter 14
“I won’t hurt you, baby.”
“I know that.” Charlotta did know that—just as she knew he’d take it one step further and make sure she enjoyed it. Following her instincts, she reached out, fisted his cock, and stroked him. Her thumb rubbed over his cockeye to smooth the tiny drop of pre-cum and then continued that stroke to the t
iny indentation just below it.
Jesse’s cock quivered in her hand. All that was woman in her swelled with pride. Her smile stretched as she met his gaze. “I want your cock in my ass, and I want Barry’s cock in my ass. I want you both, separate and together, every way I can have you.” She shook her head. They’d been lovers for five months! A part of her stood back, shocked. She’d never had a relationship last this long. She kept expecting the attraction to die out, or the sex to get boring, but neither of those two things had happened. Just the opposite, in fact.
You’re in love with them. When are you going to admit it to yourself? When are you going to tell them?
The answer came, as it had been doing these last several weeks—not yet.
“Do you, now?” He stepped just a bit closer and then combed his fingers through her hair. Then he cupped the side of her face and the smile he gave her was all arrogant man.
“I know one way you can have me right now.”
Charlotta agreed. But instead of giving him more lip service, she decided to give him her entire mouth. She hummed with pleasure as she sucked him in.
She loved the taste of him—Jesse and Barry’s cocks tasted subtly different one from the other, but the flavor of both actually compelled her to this act.
He’s more vulnerable to me now than I ever could be to him. An odd thought, but Charlotta knew herself well enough to understand why those words had formed in her mind.
Despite the preparation, the play that shot her arousal to uncharted heights, and her need to have them both inside her at the same time, a tiny bit of apprehension remained.
Using her tongue and lip and hand in concert, she sucked Jesse’s cock, moving her head up and down, gathering his pre-cum, and enjoying the sensation of his erect penis in her mouth.
“Thank you.” He eased himself out of her grasp, and then held his hand out toward his brother. Barry placed a condom and a tube of lube in his hand.
“Every time you give yourself to us, I get turned on.” Barry settled on the submerged bench beside her, drawing her attention. When she turned to look at him, he leaned in and gave her a light kiss. “We thought we were freaks, the way we enjoyed sharing—not just having sex, but feeding our inner voyeurs.”
“You’re not.” Charlotta imagined that others would think that, others who didn’t share the same tastes. Wasn’t that always the way? To look at something outside our own norm as strange or freakish?
“Hell, no. Come here, princess.” He didn’t give her the chance to do that, he simply lifted her and brought her down so that she straddled him.
His cock poked its hot and hard little head above the water. She gave him what felt like a sexy smile, and then moved so that she captured his shaft between the lips of her pussy.
“I love how your pussy likes to surround my cock, even before it’s inside you.”
“So do I. Your flesh is hot. And when I do this,” Charlotta sighed as she moved her hips, which moved her open lips up and down his shaft, “that heat brushes my clit. It’s the most erotic thing.”
“Yes.” He gripped her hips between his work-roughened hands, and moved her just that way. “Baby, you can pussy jack me anytime.”
“That feels so damn good.” Charlotta shivered and could feel her clit engorge. The tingles of soaring arousal traveled from her clit to her nipples, causing those small nubs to draw into painfully tight buttons.
Barry kept moving her as he sucked one nipple into his mouth, sucking, nipping, and driving her mad.
Charlotta tossed her head back, eyes closed, and savored the heat, the way that Barry, suckling her nipple and brushing her clit, fed the flames of her passion.
She whimpered, her orgasm just beyond reach. Barry lifted her just a bit higher and then brought her down, impaling her onto his cock.
“So hot, princess. Use your muscles. Milk my cock.”
Squeezing her lovers pleasured them both, and she began a rhythm that soon had him sucking in air. One hand left her hip, ran up to her head, and grabbed hold of her hair. He released her nipple, and tugging her head down, he pulled her into a greedy kiss.
Charlotta drank him, her tongue dancing with his, in and out to the cadence of his fucking. She wound her arms around his neck and brushed her nipples against his chest as she moved with him.
Fingers coated in cool lube landed on her anus, smoothed over that tiny rosebud, and then pressed in.
The stroking of that tightly held flesh set off tiny explosions of electric thrills, sending her arousal higher. The burning of her anus as it opened to admit one, and then a second of Jesse’s fingers, just added to the sensual total.
Charlotta changed her movements subtly, pressing down on Barry’s cock and then back against Jesse’s fingers.
“You’re so responsive. Look how you sweet ass opens for me.” Jesse’s words became fuel on her bonfire, and she groaned, her mouth still fused with his brother’s.
“Bring her off. I want in.”
Barry reached between them and found her clit. He stroked it, then took it between his fingers and pinched. Jesse fucked his fingers in and out of her ass using a rapid rhythm, and Charlotta came.
She cried out, releasing Barry’s lips, yet holding him close as wave after wave of rapture drenched her. His low groan, and the sensation of his cock pulsing in her cunt signaled his orgasm, and the sensation of his sperm shooting into her stretched out her own climax.
She fought for breath, her senses reeling, barely aware that Barry lifted her just enough to release himself from her body. He held her close as Jesse eased his fingers out of her ass.
Held above the water, she shivered the moment she felt more lube being spread over and into her rosebud. Then Jesse’s sheathed cockhead pressed against the opening.
“If it’s too much, tell me to stop, baby.”
She knew he’d stop if she asked, and vowed to herself she wouldn’t. Jesse pressed against her and the familiar burn as her anus began to open, returned. Then as he pressed, the burn increased and slowly edged into pain.
“Oh, yeah, Shar.” Jesse’s voice, impossibly deep, impassioned, stoked her fires anew. She inhaled deeply, needing to absorb this new sensation. Then Barry began to caress her clit, and her arousal exploded.
“More.” Charlotta had never been this hot, this horny, and she needed only one thing. “Jesse, fuck me. Oh, oh, please, fuck me!” Desperation broke a sweat over her body and she began to push back, needed to feed these unbelievable sensations. With razor sharp talons this new hunger clawed at her soul, and she surrendered to the driving force.
“Baby…no, let me…oh, hell. Yeah. Okay…just…” Jesse’s words ended in a primal grunt, a sound her feral woman recognized and obeyed.
They moved as one, the raw, pounding rhythm the only thing in the world. And then Charlotta screamed as her orgasm ripped out of her, one long, all-encompassing, life-altering conflagration that stole her breath and made her see heaven.
It could have been moments or minutes. Charlotta blinked, her eyes opening, sight and hearing restored. Her ass burned, but that slight discomfort seemed such a small price to pay for what she’d just experienced.
Jesse was kissing her shoulder, and Barry was kissing her cheek. The sound of heavy breathing layered over the sound of the tub’s jets created an opus she named “Afterglow.”
“Easy.” Jesse’s whispered word preceded his gentle withdrawal from her. “Are you all right?”
Charlotta thought she nodded and knew she hummed.
Jesse chuckled. “Thank you, baby. You wrecked me, again.”
Words seemed beyond her, so she just grunted. Then Jesse left the tub and Barry moved her so that he cradled her on his lap.
“Okay?” Barry kissed the word against her forehead.
“Yeah. Sleepy.”
“A nap before supper, then,” Jesse said. “It’s early enough yet.”
Charlotta opened her eyes when Barry stood with her still in his arms. He handed her
over to Jesse, who stood with his arms outstretched, and a towel draped over them.
“A woman could get used to this.”
“Please do.” Jesse gathered her in then sat down on the bench that ran between the spa tub and the shower.
Barry joined them with another heated towel, and they worked together to dry her. Charlotta sighed. She loved the pampering they insisted on lavishing on her. They made her feel cherished—a sensation she’d never known she craved, until them.
It didn’t take long for them to have her tucked into their large bed, snuggled down between them. Charlotta went into Jesse’s arms, using his chest for her pillow.
“We’ll take an hour or so,” Barry said. “I’ll set my alarm.”
“Good idea. We don’t want to sleep all night.” Jesse kissed the top of her head. “At least, not yet.”
“An hour sounds perfect,” Charlotta agreed. She closed her eyes and welcomed the slow slide into sleep.
A sharp noise woke her and she surfaced, disoriented.
“That’s Mom’s ring,” Barry said. “Hello?”
The female voice sounded loud and Charlotta realized that Barry had put the call on speaker.
“I hope you and your brother are happy now! Liz just called me, hysterical. Her boys were in an accident—they were being transported to another prison and the truck went off the road.”
“How bad are they hurt?”
“Who knows? The truck driver is dead, and the cops have issued an alert.”
“Mom, you’re not making any sense. If you don’t know how badly they’re hurt…”
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