by Lynn Stark
If the night wasn’t going bad enough, the Preston brothers pulled up and jumped out of their trucks. The fire truck, lights flashing, parked behind them. Residents of the houses along the street began pouring out, some in pajamas and nightgowns, asking them if they were all right. Bored tourists were trotting down the street from the center of town. He suddenly felt like the ringmaster of a fucking circus.
“Crap, Logan! That’s your new fucking truck!” Mick looked at the motor in disbelief.
“You’re very observant.” He looked at the firemen pulling a hose in the truck’s direction.
“Put that fucking thing away, Charlie. You’re not soaking the thing. The fire’s out.”
“Are you sure, Logan? Won’t be any trouble to make sure it’s out.” Logan shook his head. “I’m sure. Thanks anyway. Real good response time, by the way.
It’s no wonder you guys win the competition every year.” Charlie and the other firemen beamed under the compliment then began the process of putting the hose back on the truck. They worked like the well-orchestrated team they were while everyone else watched. As the truck pulled away, a flatbed hauler came into view. Obviously another concerned citizen had called.
“This place is unreal,” Peaches commented. The Preston brothers were already unloading everything from Logan’s truck and placing it in one of theirs. “Nice people.” 42
“The best, even if some are more irritating at times than others.” Mick handed Logan the keys to his truck. “Just bring it back when you don’t need it,” he told him generously, slapping him on the shoulder.
“Thanks, Mick. I guess you’re not always an asshole.”
“Logan!”
Mick grinned. “It’s all right. He says it with such love. See you around, jerk. Don’t be getting any new scratches on it.” He was heading for his brother’s truck when he stopped to turn back to Peaches again. “Cherry sounds real sweet. We’re going to call her again later.” Then they were gone. Logan spoke to the owner of the hauler. He would haul it over and put it in the dealership’s lot and make sure they looked at it first thing in the morning. He wouldn’t accept anything less than a new replacement. After watching his truck hauled away, he got Peaches into the borrowed truck. It was a very silent ride home.
“Where the fuck have the two of you been?” Damien demanded as soon as they walked through the door, his worry obvious on his face. “And why are you driving Mick’s truck?”
“We stopped for pizza. Then the truck caught fire before we even got out of town. Put on a show for every bored citizen and tourist.”
“Are you okay?” Ryan was all over Peaches, touching her, checking her face and hands.
She went up on tiptoe to kiss him. He relaxed.
“I’m good.”
They unloaded the groceries first, and then Ryan took the truck to the barn to unload the feed. Before Damien left the kitchen, where Peaches was putting groceries away with Logan’s help, he told them, “We’ll take Mick’s truck back. They can’t be without it during the storm.” Logan nodded. “Thank them again for me.”
“Sure thing. Oh, I checked the generator. It’s all ready to go if the power goes out.” When they were alone again, Logan tried to focus on the task at hand. Most of the canned goods went in the pantry. He made three trips with boxes and bags until everything was put away. Peaches concentrated on filling the cupboards. The pizza went in the fridge and the chest freezer on the porch.
When it was finished she went to the doorway, pausing to say, “Thanks for the pizza and beer, Logan. It was fun.”
“No problem,” he muttered, wishing he knew what the hell was going on inside him. He wanted her and he didn’t know why. She wasn’t the kind of woman who was going to make him happy. Sure, she was perfect for his friends, but for him? No way. There was no way he could be himself, indulge his nature, with a woman who was as dominant as he was. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
Still, she lingered in the doorway, as if willing him to look at her. He did so, wondering why he was giving in to her pull. “You could join us tonight. That is, if you want to.” Fuck, yes, he wanted to. Instead of giving in, he pulled away. Shaking his head, he told her roughly, “No thanks.”
“Okay. I just thought we could all have some fun together.” Then she was gone, leaving an empty place where she had been standing, as well as in an unfamiliar place in his heart. Damn! He hadn’t handled that well. Hadn’t he all but vowed to himself that he would give her every chance?
Fuck, he was so screwed.
Chapter Six
Despite not normally being overly sensitive, Peaches felt the sting of Logan’s rejection long after she had spoken with Tad, then Darla, taken a shower, and prepared herself for a night with her two men. As she turned off the light, she slipped under the blankets. Roxie jumped up to curl up at her hip. Juno stretched out on the other side. She didn’t chase them off. If the men came to her room, then they could move the cats.
Snuggling under the blankets, Peaches wondered why she was so upset by Logan’s honesty. Was it just her female pride that had taken a hit? That kiss they’d shared had about knocked her for a loop. She hadn’t been expecting such a wildfire of feeling when they kissed.
It had been out of control for the duration. She could still feel the thrust of his tongue into her mouth, the grip of his powerful hand as he held her tightly, pulling her into the pressure of his mouth.
Masterful was the only word to describe it. It had been a masterful kiss. Everything about it told her how he wanted to dominate her. Could she let him? Could she give up that much of herself to gain more of him? She had a good idea where he would go with their relationship.
The man had a playroom away from the house.
Feeling her pussy creaming unexpectedly at the thought of playing with Logan in a way which pleased him, Peaches guessed she might not be adverse to allowing herself to be a bit submissive, if they could both gain something from it.
The idea dried up the stray tear. She sniffled one last time before snuggling down into the bed, idly wondering how her cowboys would wake her up. The endless possibilities brought a smile to her lips.
But it wasn’t the smile Damien’s gaze focused in on. It was the salty dry spot on the side of Peaches’s nose. He touched it lightly, frowning. “She’s been crying,” he told Ryan in a whisper. They had replaced the cats on either side of their woman. “I wonder what that asshole did.”
“They were gone a long time. Do you think they stopped along the way?” Neither of them had a problem with Peaches and Logan finding time to be together. They hoped for it. They just wanted things to go right. They didn’t want her upset. If she couldn’t be happy here, with all of them, then it was unlikely she would stay.
“No. Peaches looked happy enough when they got home. It must have been something after that.” Damien was thoughtful. Peaches had been happy when they arrived. There’d been a smile on her pretty face. And they had been almost friendly toward one another, unlike their first meeting. “He probably let the Dom out. She wouldn’t like that.”
“Well, let’s go ask dumbass what he did.”
“He’s out running line to the buildings before the storm gets here. He’ll be in soon enough.”
“Or he’ll sleep out in the playroom. It wouldn’t be the first time. Especially if he’s trying to avoid something he’d rather not deal with. Or someone he doesn’t want to deal with.”
“For a Dom, he’s a big fucking chicken.”
“Are you guys going to talk all night? I’d rather you fucked me into the mattress,” Peaches mumbled sleepily, rolling over onto her stomach.
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Both men admired the smooth skin of her shoulders and upper back, which had been exposed by the sliding blanket. Then there was the hump her beautiful ass was making beneath the blanket. They loved her dirty talk.
Damien reached out to stroke it. It rose like a cat seeking his caress. “First you have to tell us what dumbass did.”
“Logan,” she stressed, not bothering to open her eyes, “didn’t do anything.”
“You were crying.” Ryan stroked his fingers down the line of her spine. He smiled as he saw her tremble. “Why?”
When Peaches rolled over, she didn’t bother to cover her breasts. The beauties were firm, round, and begging for attention. “I invited him to join us. He declined.” Damien swallowed hard when she covered her breasts with her hands, beginning to mas-sage the firm flesh and toying with the hardening nipples. He didn’t look away from them as Ryan jumped up to push off the sweatpants he had pulled on after his shower. Her gaze went to the hard cock all but pointing in her direction. A smile curved her mouth as she reached for it.
“You guys ever get, uh, adventurous?” she asked curiously, looking from one to the other.
Feeling the heat pulsing through his skin, Damien shook his head. “You mean with each other?”
“That’s exactly what I mean.”
“Never.”
“Not even a little bicuriosity?”
Ryan wasn’t looking at either of them. “No,” he said firmly. “We just share women. That’s as close to it as we get. Why?”
Slender shoulders lifted. “I was just wondering.”
“Do we come across as gay to you?”
Brown eyes studied him closely. Rising from the bed, Damien pushed his own sweats down over his hard cock, letting them slide from his legs to pool at his feet. Then he was pulling back the blankets to study the warm, willing, female body beneath.
“I don’t know how gay is supposed to look or behave. There wouldn’t be anything wrong with it if you were bi. I’m all for people loving each other. If that’s the way it’s meant to be for them, who am I to judge? Now, come here, cowboys. Show me what you’ve got for me tonight.”
It was a good change of subject. He and Ryan had been together a long time. There were times when they were sharing a woman when they were all but together, the woman acting as a conduit between them. Feeling the heat rushing through his body again as his thoughts strayed into untried territory, he forced himself to focus on the woman waiting quite eagerly for their combined attention.
Ryan was going for her breasts, his hand stroking one, while his mouth latched onto the other. That left him a whole lot of places he could love for himself. With his gaze straying down her softly undulating body, he zeroed in on the glistening pussy lips. They seemed to be begging for his attention, swollen and wet.
Moving with intent, Damien went to the end of the bed. Taking Peaches by the ankles he spread her legs wide, exposing all her delicious delights.
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“Peaches and cream,” he murmured softly, grinning as he admired the creamy liquid flowing from between the swollen folds. It was running down the crack of her ass, making him want to follow the trail with his tongue. “My favorite dessert.” Sliding his hands beneath her ass cheeks, he lifted her pussy up to his mouth. Peaches’s body jerked hard as he took her soft, juicy flesh into his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue licking from the bottom of the slit to the top.
“Oh, fuck yes!” Peaches cried, grasping his hair with strong fingers, as if she would keep him there. “Yes, that’s it exactly. Use your tongue on me.” A growl escaped him as he eagerly complied with her command. It was no wonder Logan didn’t want her. She would be too dominating in the bedroom. He didn’t mind. Actually, he thought it was kinda hot. No, he thought it was very hot. She could do anything she wanted with him. She could tell him to do anything and he would do it willingly.
Lapping at her hot flesh, enjoying the sleekness of the freshly shaven skin, Damien stabbed his tongue into her sopping pussy. Her body jerked as he dragged his tongue upward again, this time with the intent of tormenting her clit.
The rigid female flesh was all but begging for his attention. Sucking it between his lips, Damien rubbed his tongue over it as he suckled. Peaches bucked and pushed, writhing as she began whimpering. When a strong, slender leg slid over his shoulder, he knew she was close to coming. That was when he focused his attention elsewhere. Lowering his head, he found the pretty pink rosette of her asshole with the tip of his tongue. He rimmed it delicately, enjoying the quivering muscles as he teased them, and then thrust his tongue into her hot channel.
Peaches shrieked with surprise, then began moaning and thrusting her ass against his mouth.
She was a true wanton. He loved it.
Moving back to her pussy, he sucked and licked at her creamy juices, wanting and needing more of the taste of her.
“Come for him, baby,” Ryan told her thickly. “Come in his mouth.” The female scream announced her climax. Her body arched off the bed. Her pussy pressed into his face. As her hips rose he took the opportunity to lick between the clenching mounds of her ass again, dipping it in to find her puckered asshole. Giving it one last loving swipe, he rose with a grin on his face when she collapsed weakly on the bed.
“You are a wicked, wicked man,” she panted, her breasts heaving. Her brown eyes were filled with fire. She reached for him. “Show me more.” Damien grabbed hold of her, pulling her over as he fell onto his back. Long legs straddled his hips. After encasing his cock in latex, he guided it to the opening of her body. They all watched as she lowered her body onto his rigid length. Ryan reached to touch her sensitive clit, rubbing it with his fingertips. The cream flowed from her, covering his cock, making the coupling of their bodies that much easier. Their moans of pleasure mingled.
He smiled at her as she bent over him, her mouth seeking his. Peaches kissed him fiercely, her tongue thrusting boldly between his lips, teasing, tasting, and taunting his tongue to mate with hers. With her hands stroking him wherever she could touch, and her breasts stroking his chest with every movement of her body, Damien felt the fire building in his balls.
They began drawing up. He wasn’t going to last. Semen churned as she rode his cock, sliding up and down, grinding against the base.
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Ryan moved up behind her. Damien watched as the other man began kissing her shoulders, her neck, then down her spine. Her body arched, her breasts thrusting forward, as his mouth traveled down her body. Hard nipples scraped his chest every time her body jerked.
“Oh!” Peaches gasped, her eyes going wide. They stared at one another. Damien guessed Ryan was getting rather bold with his mouth. He grinned as her body jerked yet again. He only benefited from it.
Then it was his turn to jerk. He could feel the heat of Ryan’s breath as he probed and licked at Peaches’s crack. With their bodies moving together, it could have been accidental.
Had the touch of the other man’s tongue been accidental?
Fire flashed over his skin. He closed his eyes, trying not to think about it. Then it happened again, Ryan’s mouth exploring that place where their bodies were joined. Hot breath caressed his balls. Then an exploring tongue stroked her perineum and just the lightest touch to the base of his cock.
Oh, fuck. When it happened again, Damien knew he was lost. He didn’t acknowledge it.
Accident or not, it sent him over the edge. Grabbing Peaches by the hips, he thrust up into her over and over, his body jerking as he came. Just as he wished he could have waited for her, she joined him, crying his name, her mouth sucking on the skin of his neck as he held her close.
She had barely recovered when Ryan reached for her. Pulling her under him, he put her on her knees then spread them wide. As he pulled her back, she looked much like a frog on the bed. A very sexy frog. A squirt of lube and a thrusting finger was all it took to prime their lover for what was going to happen next. She relaxed and pushed back as he took a moment to stretch her, before he touched the head of his cock to her asshole. The next moment he was pushing inside, a look of sheer bliss on his face as her tight little rosette grasped at his latex-covered flesh. The silky, dark channel sucked him right in, clutching at him as he moved.
“Baby, your asshole is so fucking tight!”
With his c
ock reviving, Damien moved to the head of the bed. Leaning against the headboard, he maneuvered so his legs were spread around her. One more move and a grinning Peaches was reaching for his cock, stroking it along with him, her thumb running over the head. She teased the tiny slit, rubbing the drops or pre-cum over it until it was shining.
“Take it in your mouth, baby. You know you need the practice.” The woman seemed to love cocks in both ends. As she swallowed him up, her mouth sliding down along the thick length, she moaned her pleasure. The woman would probably die of sheer pleasure if Logan would join them. Then she could have three cocks filling her.
“She’s fucking beautiful,” Damien said, admiring her mouth sliding up and down his cock. Her hand was stroking the base, but slowly working its way down to his balls as her lips slid lower and lower. She was letting Ryan do all the work this time. He grinned. It really was going to take a lot of practice for her to work two cocks at one time. “Baby, I wish you could see his cock sliding in and out of your ass.”
Peaches moaned around his cock. Her fingers tightened on his balls. Damien truly did take notice of Ryan’s cock for the first time. He watched it work. He watched as it slid in and out of her ass. Then he was surreptitiously watching the play of taut, sculptured abs from beneath passion-heavy eyelids. Fuck, he couldn’t actually be attracted to the other man, could he? What would it be like to have that cock…? No, he couldn’t go there.
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Fire again. There was too much heat on his skin. Moaning, he closed his eyes tightly on the sight before him. Grasping Peaches’s head between his hands, he began fucking her mouth hard and fast. Her tongue writhed on his heated flesh, teasing and tormenting as her hand slipped beneath his balls to explore his asshole. The tip of her finger teased it. Once, twice, pressing a little. His nipples hardened. His breaths came in short, sharp bursts. Then he was exploding, his cum shooting upward from balls that had decided to hide in his body. Strong spurts of cum bathed the back of her throat. As she swallowed it eagerly, her own orgasm jerked through her body.
