by Cassie Cole
I used my hands to push Cindy’s thighs off me so I could spread her lips with my fingers, but that only made her push down harder on my face. And based on her moans, she liked smothering me. I gave in and made my tongue go rigid, and she moved her legs until her pussy was right over it for her to ride.
Up and down she bounced, fucking my tongue and growing louder with every stroke.
I grabbed her meaty ass, digging my fingers into the flesh. I loved a girl with a little meat on her bones. Especially in the thighs. Like tree trunks leading up to a round, squeezable ass.
A wicked thought came to me, but I waited until she had ground against my face a little longer. She was getting into it, her legs practically humping my head. It was like she was trying to paint my face in it. Back and forth she went, and I tightened my grip on her plump behind, waiting for the right moment…
I loved eating a girl’s ass. There was something so intoxicating about it. A tight little rosebud of a hole that was forbidden, puckered against any intrusion. The moment she pushed forward on my face I shoved her farther toward my chest, bringing her ass in front of my waiting lips. I wrapped my arms around her legs like a python and, using every ounce of strength I had, held her cheeks over my face so I could stick my tongue deep into her asshole.
She yelped in surprise… and then moaned even louder than before. Knowing that she liked it turned me on even more, and soon I was groaning into her ass cheeks while plunging my tongue in and out.
39
Cindy
I’d never gotten a rimjob before.
It’s just one of those things I never thought I would be into. Some people loved ass play. I had a roommate when I first moved to the city who could only get off while she was being fucked in the ass. Clitoral stimulation? Vaginal stimulation? All fine and good, but a dick in the ass was what she needed to come.
Landon’s tongue was a surprise.
But it was an incredible one.
I moaned around Chase’s wide cock while Landon plunged his hard tongue deep into my naughty hole. He held me down with his strong, cowboy arms, now totally in control instead of me. But that was just fine because his tongue was vibrating back and forth inside my ass, and good God it was the feeling I’d never known I wanted.
I gripped Chase’s cock with one hand while blowing him, but all of my attention was on what was happening downstairs. Landon rocked me back and forth, rubbing my pussy across his bristly chin while his tongue flicked in and out of my rosebud, around the outside, teasing and tasting and pleasing.
Soon I was bucking against him involuntarily, trying to regain control but completely at the whim of his arms. Chase stood in front of me and ran his hand down the back of my head, grabbing a handful of hair and pushing me deeper on his cock, guiding me faster and faster. I wish I could have deep throated him too but he was wider rather than long, so I made up for it by stroking him faster in time with his guiding hand.
My second orgasm was like a freight train; I saw it coming a mile away but was shocked with how fast it neared, and then slammed into me. I clenched my ass cheeks over Landon’s face and let out a cry of ecstasy around Chase’s cock. He grabbed my head with both hands and fucked my face every bit as hard as Landon had. As the waves crashed over me I ran my fingers blindly along Landon’s chest, down his belly to grab his cock because I needed to touch him like he was touching me, and I stroked him rapidly as he moaned into my pussy and ass, and within two seconds his cock trembled and I felt the wonderful warmth of his come spilling over my fingers.
His climax extended mine; my eyes were clenched shut as everything tingled and burned with ecstasy. When Chase finally blew his load into my mouth, warm spurt after warm spurt, it was like the syrup on the sundae of the evening. As he came down my throat his hands gripped my head so hard I almost thought he was trying to break me.
It left me trembling so hard I almost collapsed onto Landon’s prone body.
40
Chase
I was good at sharing. You had to be when you were the youngest child. Nothing was ever yours and yours alone. Clothes, toys, you name it: everything was a hand-me-down that had been worn and used.
This was different.
Sharing a girl wasn’t something I’d ever done. All three of us had dated Anastasia in high school, but those were all individual dates. A nice buffer in between. It wasn’t weird.
Yet this wasn’t weird either.
Maybe it was the cheap champagne gone to my head, but it wasn’t even close to weird. It felt fucking normal. Like none of us had any right to all of Cindy. We’d come here together, we’d worked with her together, we were falling for her together.
And we were fucking her together.
Her body was on its side curled against mine, with her plump butt wedged against my crotch. Landon was on the other side, their heads touching gently on the pillow. For a while all I did was watch her breathe.
Shit. If our plan worked, could we make this work too?
I let my imagination wander while her chest rose and fell in the darkness. I liked things rough—both tonight and in the car when she bailed me out of jail. Hard and fast and desperate for one another. But there was something to be said for taking your time. Like Tenacious D said, sometimes you had to fuck her gently.
With my nose in her hair, I imagined wrapping her in my arms and making slow, sweet love.
I woke before the others, silently slipping from bed and going to the kitchen to make breakfast. I listened to the gargle of the coffee machine while enjoying the peacefulness that only came with the early hours of the morning. I liked this place. Sure, the house had a lot of issues. A fixer-upper for sure. We hadn’t been here very long, but already I was settled in. Had our daily tasks. Had a routine.
Had a place that felt like home.
Fuck, I hoped our plan worked.
Daniel was the next one awake. He silently poured a cup of coffee and leaned against the kitchen counter. After taking a long sip he looked a question at me.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Both of ya?”
“Mmm hmm.”
“Huh.” He chewed that over.
“Is it weird?” I asked, fearing his answer.
He frowned at a spot on the wall before answering. “It feels like it should be. But it ain’t.”
I refilled my own coffee. “Same here.”
Landon was up next, without Cindy. He grabbed a piece of bacon from the cooling rack and munched loudly.
“So,” he said. “What do we do?” I opened my mouth to make a joke about last night and he quickly added, “About the ranch situation.”
Daniel shrugged. “I wish I knew what the buyer was offering.”
“Forget that,” Landon said, waving his hand. “Let’s focus on our own plan.”
“I have concerns about the house…”
“You always blow everything out of proportion,” I whispered. “So there are termites. Big whoop. We’ll get them treated, and repair the foundation. Any ranch this old is bound to have issues.”
“We do know a guy,” Landon said.
Daniel waffled on the decision. “Yeah, alright. Let’s do it.”
He nodded to me, and then I looked at Landon. “What about the other stuff?”
I didn’t need to explain what other stuff meant. I watched my brothers carefully as they chose how to answer.
“I figure we let her decide,” Landon said. “Or not decide at all. I’m…” He shrugged, more embarrassed than I’d ever seen my big brother. “I’m surprisingly cool with everything. Not even a little jealous.”
“That’s sorta how I feel,” Daniel admitted. “If it were any other guys, it’d be weird…”
“But with you two, it’s not,” I finished. We all nodded in agreement. There was nothing more to say.
I felt a flutter of excitement in my chest.
“How do you think she’ll react?” I asked.
“Only one way to find out,” Landon said.
“Now, let’s go over how to do it.”
We kept our voices low as we schemed over our coffee.
41
Cindy
I woke up alone, with two Hughes-sized impressions in the mattress on either side of me. I felt a pang of sadness that I’d missed out on all the good cuddling.
Holy shit. Did that really happen last night? I remembered it all with vivid clarity, so I couldn’t use drunkenness as an excuse—although the champagne and beer had helped strip me of my inhibitions. Two hard, muscular bodies using me like I was their toy. Chase’s strong hands holding my head down on him while Landon…
I shuddered with an echo of pleasure. Good lord. It really had happened.
And rather than regret it, the memory made me feel all giddy inside. I’d never had a threesome before. I’d fantasized, sure, but to actually do it…
I shook off the thought as I remembered what was happening today, then leaped out of bed like it was Christmas morning.
“Howdy,” I said as I entered the kitchen, hoping the icebreaker would avoid any awkwardness. The other three were still here even though it was light out.
“Howdy yourself,” Landon said with a grin. “Plenty to go around.”
I thought of a sharing joke but decided it might be weird in front of Daniel. Though he seemed relaxed and calm as he watched me. Did he know what we did?
“Today’s the big day,” I said. “The buyers will be here at 9:00.”
I said it cheerfully, but as soon as the words were out of my mouth I felt a pang of sadness. Today was the day. The ranch was getting sold. I was going home to Austin. Away from all of this.
Away from them.
I’d wanted it to be simple. A few flings with the hunks working my ranch, no strings attached. But the dread crawling up my gut said there were plenty of strings…
“You sure you want to do this?” Landon said, handing me a plate of food. “Sell to this buyer?”
I began eating standing up, shoveling a forkful of hashbrowns into my mouth. “I don’t see what other choice I have. And selling was the plan all along.”
Landon gave a start. “What?”
“I thought ya intended to keep it,” Daniel said slowly. “Before ya knew about all the debt.”
I waved my fork. “Not really. I never intended to stay here.”
“That’s not what you told me,” Landon said.
“What? When?”
“When you first mentioned it, at the feed store,” he said pointedly. “I told you we were looking for a permanent gig. You said our temporary contract had the potential to become full-time.”
“It does,” I pointed out. “But I never said that was with me as the owner. You’ll have to take that up with the new buyer, whoever that is.”
“That’s awfully misleading,” Chase said, his face darkening. Daniel looked hurt.
“What does it matter?”
“If we had known…” Landon began.
“What, you wouldn’t have worked here? Seems to me you were desperate for work.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I put down my plate on the counter so hard it rattled the silverware. “What I know is that I’ve got someone buying the ranch today, which is damn near a miracle, and all you three seem to care about are your own jobs. How about you be happy for me?”
“It’s not that,” Daniel said softly. “We thought you weren’t gunna sell because—”
“I don’t have time to drive out here,” I snapped. All the frustrations of the week boiled up to the surface. “Sitting around on a useless ranch doing nothing. I’ve got too much to do at home to waste that kind of time. So no, I’m sorry, but I wasn’t ever planning on keeping the ranch.”
An uncomfortable silence stretched between them. Was this about the ranch, or about me?
“Then I guess we’d better finish up the final touches before the buyer gets here,” Landon said.
“I guess you’d better.”
One by one they stomped into the other room. Daniel was last, looking at me sadly.
I tried to put them out of my mind as I got ready. Everything held exaggerated importance this morning. I took a nice, hot shower, taking the time to wash and shampoo my hair. I over-analyzed my clothing choice for 10 minutes before choosing the only shirt I had left in my suitcase that hadn’t been worn, a blue button-down with flowers embroidered along the cuffs. I cleaned up in the kitchen while the boys hammered in the last floor boards in the other room, then carried all the supplies out to the shed.
And I couldn’t help but feel guilty.
I understood their unhappiness because it mirrored my own. The thought of returning to Austin made my gut ache for a hundred different reasons. The nostalgia of the ranch, all the good memories here slowly overpowering the bad, the fun new exciting things happening between me and the Hughes boys. All the emotions intermingled until it was a tangled knot of confusion.
Was I sad to sell the ranch where I grew up, or was I more disappointed to leave them? And even if it was the latter, was it just the exciting tingle of something new, or was it something more? Something deeper?
Goddamnit. This was the kind of thing I liked to avoid. Complications only… Well, they only complicated things.
I made some last minute touch-ups around the house, dusting the corners and wiping down the banister. I even tried polishing the old bronze doorknobs, though it didn’t do much good. Finally it was nearly 9:00 and there was nothing left to do.
I leaned down to scratch Heidi behind the ears. “Alright, don’t screw this up,” I said. She looked up at me and panted.
Landon, Daniel, and Chase were all standing on the front porch when I went outside. They were dressed as nice as I’d ever seen them: dress shirts tucked into their perfectly-clean jeans, and boots that were so shiny they were surely meant for show rather than work. All three turned to look at me like they’d been waiting for a while.
“What’s going on out here?”
“We want to see who’s buying the ranch,” Landon said.
I snorted. “So you can finagle a job with them once the sale goes through?”
His voice was as cold as the desert morning. “Something like that.”
Their attitude infuriated me. All they were thinking about was their own future. Where their next paycheck was coming from. I shouldn’t have expected anything more from a trio of cowboys who had bounced from ranch to ranch, but it left me feeling… I don’t know. Wounded.
“Glad you’re happy for me,” I said.
The cloud of dust announced the approaching cars before we could see them. They came onward slow and steady, as inevitable as the future. As the two black sedans parked in front of the house all I felt was foreboding.
Two lawyers exited the car on the right: Mr. Johnson, the redheaded lawyer for the buyer, and Mr. Bonile, the lawyer for my father’s estate.
Not my father’s, I thought. My estate.
I strode down the porch to shake their hands. “Where are the buyers?”
Mr. Johnson gave an apologetic smile. “They’ve seen all they need to see. They’ve given me power of attorney to sign the documents in their stead.”
“Good enough for me,” I said, though I eyed the second car. It was still running, the tinted windows blocking my view of whoever was inside.
We went to the porch and used the wooden railing as a surface to sign. “I’ve already reviewed it,” Mr. Bonile told me. “All the terms are the same as yesterday.”
“I’m just reviewing it for my own peace of mind,” I said, flipping to the second page. The acknowledgment of the debt, and the 35% for which I would be liable. It felt like a gift.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Landon asked.
I glanced back. Daniel was gone, but the other two were watching closely. “I’m sure it’s better than letting it go to foreclosure tomorrow.”
“Don’t do it!” Chase blurted out. He took a step toward me, reach
ing out a meaty hand. Behind his dirty blond hair his eyes were pleading. “Cindy. There’s something we need to tell you…”
“What?”
Landon pulled him back. “She’s made her choice.”
“But what about us…”
“Chase,” he snapped.
Mr. Johnson put an arm around me and guided me back to the documents. “Miss Jameson. This is an extremely sensitive matter. If you don’t mind…”
“Of course,” I said, returning to the documents. But then I hesitated. “Why is your buyer so motivated?”
“Excuse me?”
“Something’s not right here,” I said. “Is there something about my ranch I don’t know?” An idea exploded into my head. “Is the oil really dried up under the land? Is that it?”
It was my lawyer’s turn to frown. “Cindy, I assure you all the oil is gone.”
“The sale doesn’t even include mineral rights,” Mr. Johnson said. “There’s no hidden motive here, I assure you.”
I spent the next minute reading the entire contract word by word. They were right: I retained all mineral rights.
That removed my last iota of suspicion. “Alright. I accept.”
I turned to the last page and began to sign.
“Hyaa!”
Daniel came shooting out of the backyard like a bat out of hell, riding the same crazed quarter horse as I had yesterday. He charged straight at the second car, rearing up just before slamming into it. The horse kicked its front hooves out, smashing the side windows of the sedan.
“Daniel!” I shouted. “What the hell!”
The men inside the car shouted and then fell out the other side in their desperation to get away from the broken glass. My mouth dropped open as I saw who they were.
“Herald? Francis?” I said. “You’re the buyers?”
“Get that beast away from me!” Francis shouted. Daniel was coming around the side of the car, the horse snorting angrily as he went. The two Honeycombs backtracked until finally Daniel turned and trotted a safe distance away, nodding up at us on the porch.
