by Desiree Holt
Clint raked his fingers through his hair. “I can’t even believe I’m talking about this with you, a total stranger.” And he couldn’t. Him, the most closemouthed man in the world.
“Sometimes those are the best people. So, what’s your deal, Clint? Bondage? Voyeurism? Ménage?”
He gave a brief nod of his head. “Yeah. All of it. Crazy, right?”
Dan didn’t say a word for a moment, and Clint’s stomach muscles knotted. Had he made a big mistake here? Yeah, probably should have kept his mouth shut. Wouldn’t he ever learn? He sat in silence while the waitress placed their food on the table, but he’d suddenly lost his appetite.
“Don’t let that great steak sandwich go to waste.” Dan pointed a french fry at him. “Anyway, you might need your strength.”
“To get on my bike and hightail it out of town?” He snorted. “I knew I should have kept my mouth shut.” When Dan just sat and watched him for a moment, chewing thoughtfully, he pushed his plate away and reached for his wallet. “Yeah, bad idea.”
“Sit.” Dan’s voice was sharp. “Like I said, eat your lunch.”
“But—”
“But you should never jump to conclusions. What is it people say about an accident of fate?” He grinned. “Oh, yeah, I think it was Napoleon who said there’s no such thing as an accident; it is fate misnamed.”
“First of all, Napoleon in Whistling Creek, Texas? Really?”
“At least I got something out of my college education besides a degree in agribusiness.”
“That what you do for a living?” Clint asked.
“Sort of. Got a little piece of property outside of town. So, bringing up the kinky stuff was first. What’s second?”
“Second, are you trying to say it’s fate I ended up here when I did?”
“Could be. Maybe we were both looking for something. The same something.”
Clint wasn’t sure what to say, so he took a bite of his sandwich and chewed slowly. Dan was right. It was excellent. But right now, he was more interested in things besides food.
“I’m trying to feed a need and wipe away Afghanistan,” he told the other man.
“Maybe the first part applies to me, too.” Dan studied him over his food. “It’s very hard in a small town like this, in the heart of conservative ranching country, to find an outlet for, shall we say, extreme desires.”
“And you have them?” Clint stared at the man.
“My wife and I, well, sometimes we like to have someone watch. Know what I mean?”
Heat traveled up Clint’s body to his face. “I do.”
“That the kind of thing that appeals to you?”
“One of them.”
“Sometimes we like to have someone join us.”
His cock suddenly became too hard and too swollen for his jeans to contain. He shifted in his seat, trying to find a more comfortable position. In the privacy beneath the table, he adjusted his fly as best he could.
Dan grinned. “Got your juices flowing?”
“You know it.” He growled low in his throat.
“We’ve got a few more interesting twists to throw in, but we can’t exactly put an ad in the local paper. Or even ask any of our friends or neighbors.”
Clint grinned. “No, I’d guess not. But a stranger is safe? You don’t know anything about me.”
“I know I get good feelings from you, good vibes. I know we have compatible interests. And I know you landed right here in my town at this exact moment for a reason.” He cocked his head. “You don’t have any diseases I should know about, do you?”
“No, man. I had a complete physical when I left the service. They screened every cell in my body.” And then some.
“No one after you with a gun? No wives or ex-wives or former girlfriends chasing you?”
“Hell, no.” Clint laughed and picked up a french fry. “At this point, I might even let one catch me.”
“In that case, I think we might be able to do each other some good.” He pulled his cell phone from his pocket. “I’m going to give my wife a call. Think you might like to spend the afternoon with us?”
“Don’t you have work to do?”
Dan shrugged. “I can take a few hours off. So what’s it going to be, yes or no?”
Clint drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. This was so weird, yet it felt so right. “Yes. It’s yes.”
Dan speed dialed a number. “Hey, Kylie? Yeah, it’s me, honey. Guess what? I’m bringing home a guest. No, I’m not kidding. Not one bit. And, sweetheart? You’re gonna love him.” He looked across the table at Clint. “Eat up. You’ll need all your strength.”
Clint’s body buzzed with excitement, his blood pumped in his veins, and his balls ached with need. He hoped he wasn’t about to make a huge mistake.
Chapter Two
Clint swallowed his surging misgiving as he followed Dan’s truck out of Whistling Creek and down a two-lane country highway, onto a road just wide enough for the truck that wound through a thick stand of ancient oak trees. The gnarled branches and thick leaves formed a canopy over his head, giving him the feeling of riding through a tunnel.
What was he getting himself into? What was waiting for him at their destination? His dick, which had been flying solo for a while, was doing battle with his brain, which was telling him this was too good to be true. Was it possible a strange man had plucked him out of his search for—something—and was taking him home to have sex with his wife? To watch them? To join them in a threesome? It was a goddamn fairy tale, that’s what it was, but he didn’t plan to look a gift horse in the mouth.
At that moment, they came into a clearing, in the middle of which sat a log cabin straight from the pages of a Texas fairy tale. A peaked roof sat atop carefully constructed walls of polished logs, a wide window and a porch across the front completing the picture. A tub of flowers in bright colors of red and yellow and orange sat at either side of the three steps leading up to the porch, and in the doorway stood a woman straight out of an erotic dream.
She was medium height, with nice generous curves, a heart-shaped face, and creamy skin. Not too much of it was covered by a pair of skimpy shorts and a halter top that barely contained her lush breasts. Thick masses of honey-blonde hair, the color of corn silk, fell in careless ripples to her shoulders. When she waved, her breasts moved with the motion like two plump melons. Her only other attire was a pair of short, intricately tooled cowboy boots. Holy shit! More boots? Maybe it was a fairy tale, after all. Maybe he’d fallen asleep and was having the dream of his life. Whatever, his cock sent him a message it was more than ready.
He parked the bike next to Dan’s truck and pulled off his helmet. His new friend was already on the front porch in a liplock with his wife, his body plastered to hers, his hands inside her teeny shorts, clutching her nicely rounded ass. Clint took his brand new boots out of the storage area on the bike, locked it again, and moved over to the bottom step, waiting to see what happened next.
Finally, Dan lifted his head and smiled at his wife.
“Well, honey, was I wrong? Isn’t he just what we ordered?”
The woman looked at him with sultry blue eyes. “He is that, all right.” She reached around her husband and extended her hand. “Kylie Franklin. Happy to meet you.”
Clint took her smaller hand in his large one, marveling at how soft her skin was and how intoxicating she smelled, like wildflowers. “Same here.”
She pushed at her husband. “Well, let’s get him inside.” She grinned at Clint. “Come on.”
He followed them inside, alert to his surroundings, as he’d learned to be during his tours of duty. The cabin seemed to be one big room, with a kitchen setup along one wall, a couch and chairs in one part of the area, and the biggest bed Clint had ever seen taking up the rest. This was how they lived? But Dan had mentioned getting a college degree. What did he do for a living that he and his wife lived in this one-room cabin in the middle of nowhere?
Oh, well. None
of his business, really. He was only here for fun and games that could last a day or a week. Maybe he’d like it all enough to stay around longer. Maybe he’d like them enough. He gave a mental shrug. At this particular moment, he was only interested in finding out exactly what kind of games they played. He hadn’t had a threesome for some time, and his juices were flowing like whitewater rapids.
“Nice place you got here.”
“We like it. It suits our purpose. Would you like a cold drink?” Kylie’s smooth voice held a hint of Texas drawl; the sound of it sent shivers dancing along his spine. “Riding that bike from town must have made you dry and dusty.”
“Sure. That would be nice.”
“You, too, honey?” She looked at Dan.
“You bet.”
She took three bottles of beer from the fridge, opened them, and handed him one. He lifted his eyebrow when he saw it was nonalcoholic.
“No alcohol when we play,” Dan told him. “We like our wits about us, and we also want to be able to really feel everything. Alcohol dulls the senses.”
He could get on board with that. Sometimes, on leave, he’d soaked up enough alcohol to dull the memories driving his nightmares. More than once, he’d awakened in a hotel room with two people he wouldn’t give house room to when he was sober. And sometimes, the sex was only a vague memory, just enough to blot out the images burning his brain. He wanted to remember every single moment of this.
Dan placed his hat on a rack by the door and pulled off his shirt as if he did that every day. Maybe he did. If he was into men, Dan Franklin would be high on his list. The man had broad shoulders, flat abs, and a nice sprinkling of dark hair on his chest arrowing down beneath the waistband of his jeans.
“Have a seat.” He waved at a large recliner. “Get yourself comfortable.”
The chair was extra large, making Clint wonder if they used it for anything besides sitting in it. But it was extremely comfortable butter-soft leather, and when he raised the footrest and stretched out, he could feel each of his muscles loosening and relaxing.
“So.” Kylie waited while Dan dropped onto the extra-long couch then sat on his lap and turned to face Clint. “Dan said you were traveling the country and happened to stop in Whistling Creek.”
“That’s right. He was kind enough to invite me to lunch, and it seems we hit it off.” To his total shocked surprise.
“No definite destination in mind?” she asked.
“Uh-uh.” He paused to take a long swallow of beer. “Wherever the bike takes me.”
“I’ll bet you’re enjoying it. Doesn’t he look like it, honey?” She glanced at Dan, who was stroking her bare shoulder and arm.
“Sure does.” He brushed her hair aside to trail kisses down her slender neck and bit gently at the place where it joined her shoulder. Clint saw a little tremor skate over the woman’s skin. “But I got a feeling he might have a better time here with us. At least for a little while.”
She shifted her gaze to Clint again. “I’m assuming Dan explained our situation to you?”
“He did. And I sure can understand it. Some things are difficult for people to accept.”
“In case you think we’re nuts, putting it out there like that,” Kylie told him, “Dan’s very good at reading people. He’s had to be over the years, as we try to find a third for our, let’s say, social activities. We made a few mistakes early on, so we’ve learned to be extra careful.”
“And to trust our instincts,” Dan added. “I got a very good feeling about you from the moment we shook hands.”
Clint took another swallow of beer, letting the chilled liquid slide down his throat and hopefully cool his body that seemed to be heating up again very quickly.
“I’d just as soon let the two of you take the lead. But I’m not shy about asking if something pops into my head.”
“I don’t know if Dan mentioned it, but I do have a secret wish.” Kylie looked at Dan, who nodded. “We would love to find someone to move in with us permanently. Of course, that would be asking an awful lot.”
“Yeah?” Clint tried not to show his surprise. He’d been in a lot of one-night ménages. Sometimes even two-night encounters. But a permanent one? Would that ever interest him? He gave the other man a questioning look. “And you’d be okay sharing your wife on a regular basis?”
Dan drained the last of his beer and set the empty on the little table beside the couch. “Hell, yes. I mean, I know there would be a lot of logistics and specifics to work out, but if we could find someone on our wavelength, someone we both wanted to include, that would be the ideal.”
“But that’s just a dream, you know?” Kylie leaned into her husband. “Today, let’s enjoy each other. I’m more than ready”
“Sounds good to me.” Yeah, he was more than damn ready, too.
He wondered if, when it was his turn, he could get Kylie to straddle him in this chair and ride him hard. At the thought, his poor cock, which was already in distress, about strangled itself trying to get free. He tugged on the worn denim of his jeans, trying to ease the pressure.
Kylie’s low, throaty laugh sizzled his nerve endings.
“Got a little problem there, Clint?”
“No, I’m good.” But, of course, he wasn’t. His cock wanted out right that moment.
“Maybe I can help you.” She set her bottle down beside Dan’s, hopped off his lap, and walked over to the recliner, reaching out her hand. “May I?”
He didn’t know exactly what she was asking permission for, but what the hell? He nodded, his eyes dropping to her cleavage and the tempting swell of her breasts.
She unfastened the button at the top of his jeans, slowly lowered the zipper, and reached inside. Her fingers eased his shaft through the fly of his boxer briefs and closed lightly over his flesh, stroking it a few times. At her touch, heat flashed through his entire body, and his cock flexed.
Holy shit! They didn’t waste much time on preliminaries or social niceties. Well, fine by him. He wasn’t much for conversation anyway.
“Mmm.” She ran her tongue over her plump lower lip in a teasing motion. “This man really has it, sweetie. Maybe you should show him what you’ve got, too.”
Dan stood up and, as if she’d asked him nothing more than to move a pillow, began stripping off his clothes. When his dick popped free, Clint was sure it rivaled his in length and breadth. The thought popped into his mind that if they both fucked her at once, they’d be filling every inch of her. He hoped she was up for it because the image made his mouth water.
His eyes widened in surprise, though, once Dan was naked, to see him pull his boots on again.
“Surprised? Yeah, we’ve got this little fetish. We like to fuck with our boots on.” The man nodded at the box Clint had placed next to his helmet beside the chair. “Good chance to break your new ones in.”
Clint smothered a smile. This gave a whole new meaning to the term knockin’ boots.
“Okay, but you have to tell me how it started. You can’t just throw it out there without explanation.”
They looked at each other, and Dan grinned.
“We were out in the truck one night, stopped to have a beer, and got so horny we couldn’t wait to get home. I always keep blankets in the bed of the truck, but Kylie kept kicking them off, and our feet got cold. We discovered it gave us a little extra thrill to do it with our boots on.”
Clint burst out laughing. “Well, that’s as good a reason as any.”
Kylie reached down to rub Clint’s balls before returning to the couch and resettling herself on Dan’s lap. Her husband immediately unfastened the tie at the top of her halter, lowering the material and letting her generous breasts spill free. He pinched each taut nipple hard, making Kylie gasp with what sure sounded like pleasure.
Jesus!
Clint wanted some of that himself. He wrapped his fingers around his exposed cock, lightly stroking as he watched the scene unfold before him. He had to be careful because they’d hardl
y done anything yet and he was already heading toward the finish line. He was liable to make himself come before they even got to the good parts.
“We like to have our guest watch us first,” Dan explained. “If that’s okay with you.”
“You’d better hurry up, too,” Kylie told him. “I’ve been hot and bothered ever since you called from town.” She grinned at Clint. “But we might let you touch.”
He gave a sharp nod. “Works for me.” What was he supposed to say? Right now whatever they suggested was good for him. He was so horny, he’d agree to anything. And this couple somehow managed to push buttons that hadn’t moved in a long time. A very long time.
He kept his eyes glued to the couple as Dan finished removing the halter and shoved his fingers through his wife’s thick masses of hair. One hand molded a breast, kneading it as he tilted her head and took her mouth in a hot kiss. He watched as the man took his time playing with Kylie’s breasts, pinching and tugging on her nipples while his mouth was fused to hers.
Finally, he broke the kiss and urged his wife up from his lap.
“Time to show the goodies, darlin’.”
Kylie stood there, heat blazing from her eyes, while Dan slid down the zipper on her teeny shorts. He shoved them down her legs, and she kicked them away, standing there in a miniscule red thong. Her husband cupped her mound, rubbing gently with his palm, before removing the last item of clothing.
“Spread your legs a little, babe,” he ordered. “Let’s give Clint a good look.”
She did so obligingly. Clint’s mouth went dry although he thought that must be wrong because he was sure he was drooling. He let his gaze move slowly over the woman’s body from her gorgeous breasts, over her slightly rounded tummy, down to her pussy bared to his view. She either shaved or waxed because the only hair was two trimmed lines defining the lips of her cunt. And holy shit! She was a real blonde.
“Gorgeous, right?” Dan grinned. He ran a fingertip between her labia and then lifted it for Clint to see. “And soaking wet. Kylie’s always ready, aren’t you, babe?”
