Peaches 'n' Cream

by Lynn Stark

  Peaches shook her head. “It’s way too early. If I go to bed now, I’ll wake up in the middle of the night. We could watch a movie or something. Or play cards. I used to work in a casino.” Laughing, Logan kissed her before taking her back to her chair. “Is there any kind of job you haven’t had?”

  “I haven’t worked in a car wash yet.”

  “Bakery?” Damien asked, opening a bag of sugar cookies.

  “Yep.”

  “Do you know anything about bookkeeping?”

  Peaches nodded as she cut her sandwich in half. “Yes, actually I do. My grandfather had a bicycle shop. I kept books for him while I was in high school. I also took some courses in college.”

  “Would you mind keeping the books for the ranch? Everything’s on the computer now.

  Just a matter of putting stuff in the right places.”

  “I can do that.” She cut the half again. She eyed the quarter of sandwich with little enthusiasm. “It smells delicious. It looks delicious. But I just can’t get myself to eat it.” Reaching for the plate, he pulled it closer to his. Then he reached for her again. “Come on, baby. You sit here with me.” He arranged her on his lap, cuddling her close, ignoring the looks from his friends as he took one of the small portions of sandwich and held it to her lips.

  “Open up. Take a bite.” When a mutinous look flashed across her pretty features, he coaxed with, “Just pretend it’s my cock.”

  A giggle escaped Peaches before she opened her mouth and took a bite. Then she was settling against his chest to chew while he attacked his own sandwich. The woman was an excellent cook. They’d all double in weight if she continued to cook for them as she did. He continued to feed her bites of the sandwich until he felt her grow heavy in his arms.

  “She’s asleep,” Damien told him, his green eyes soft as he looked at the woman he loved.

  Nodding, Logan settled her more comfortably then finished his meal. “I’ll make sure she eats in the morning.” He lifted her easily as he rose from the chair. “You guys coming along later?”

  Damien nodded. “We’ll just watch the weather for a while, then maybe a movie.” Hours later Logan discovered something. There was nothing quite like being woken from a dead sleep by a grown man shrieking like a little girl. “Holy fuck!” Logan jackknifed into a sitting position. “What the fuck is your problem over there, numbnuts?” he snarled, his heart pounding in his chest, trying to sort through the shadows in 78

  the dark room. He couldn’t see anything, but he could hear a great deal of tussling on the far side of the bed. The mattress shook.

  The man in the middle of the bed, who had been separated from him by Peaches, chuckled. “I believe he’s just been attacked by the blow job ninja.”

  “The what?”

  Ryan was moaning, a man finding great pleasure now that his initial shock had worn off.

  Logan reached out to turn on the light beside the bed to discover Peaches kneeling between his friend’s long legs, working his cock in and out of her mouth while one hand stroked the base of his shaft and her other caressed his balls. He admired her firm, round breasts dangling beneath her body and the curve of her beautiful ass. An ass, he hoped, he would be giving his own special treatment to soon.

  “While you were in the hospital,” Damien explained, propping himself up so he could watch the action, “Peaches developed the habit of attaching herself to my cock in the middle of the night. Hell, I didn’t even know she was awake. The next thing I know, I’m getting the blow job of a lifetime.”

  The woman had excellent technique. He and Damien watched her suck down Ryan’s cock in one smooth move, her cheeks hollowing out. His balls tightened as he watched. Damien now had his own cock in his fist, stroking it smoothly, matching her rhythm.

  “Don’t let him come, baby,” Logan told her. “Come over here and give Damien a little of your special loving.”

  Peaches released Ryan’s cock with a juicy pop of her swollen lips. She rose to her knees, a laugh on her lips as she ruffled her hair. Logan eyed her beautiful breasts as they jiggled. The pinkish-brown nipples were mouthwateringly hard. Dropping down on all fours, she crawled to take her place between Damien’s long, muscular legs.

  “Come on, hot stuff. Give me that.” Her hand replaced his around his cock. Then she was lowering her head. The tip of her tongue poked out to swipe at the drops of pre-cum seeping from the slit in the thick head. “Mm, yummy.” With that Peaches sucked in his cock, sliding her mouth down the length of it with practiced ease. A moan of pleasure was ripped from him as his hips bucked.

  “Don’t let him come either, baby.” Logan laughed when she had gotten the man worked into a fine frenzy.

  Moving behind her, he lined up his cock with her cream-filled pussy. Pressing forward, he worked himself into her tight pussy, a groan escaping him as it tightened around his cock.

  Holding her hips tightly, he thrust into her, his gaze locking with Damien’s. He was aware of Ryan moving closer as he began fucking Peaches hard and fast. He smiled as Ryan reached between her legs to stroke her pussy. She about jumped off the bed as he found her clit, rubbing it hard. When that hand found his balls he nearly lost his own control. Now that had been unexpected. The hand worked the orbs within the heavy sac tentatively, caressing, exploring.

  Strong fingers pulled gently and then lifted the entire weight into a callused palm before releasing them, allowing them to begin slapping against Peaches’s sopping pussy. Peaches moaned around Damien’s cock as Ryan began stroking her clit again. When she came she released the cock from her hot mouth to buck and scream, taking every pounding inch of his cock into her throbbing, clenching pussy. Logan came a moment later, his balls pulling up into 79

  his body, the semen churning from them to be released in hard, steady spurts until she was filled to overflowing.

  Peaches moaned each time she felt the release of his seed inside her. She pressed back against him, and he held her tightly, his fingers biting into her soft flesh. Neither of them moved. His cock and her pussy pulsed together as their breathing returned to normal and their hearts slowed.

  When Peaches moved away from him finally, it was to collapse onto the place on the bed he called his own. None of the men noticed as she made her way to the bathroom on shaky legs. Logan looked at the two men who were still sporting hard cocks. Both were stroking eagerly, looking at him, waiting. Peaches quickly returned to the bed, a grin on her face.

  Logan looked to Ryan, who was letting every emotion he felt show in his face. Could he actually love another man? If it was possible, then Ryan was a candidate. It was obvious what the other man was feeling, that was for sure. Everything he felt was right there on his face.

  “I think you should take up where Peaches left off,” he told Ryan huskily. Both men looked startled for a moment. Then Ryan was looking very happy. Damien, on the other hand, looked a little wary. “Don’t worry. If there’s something you don’t want to happen, all you have to do is say so.”

  Damien remained silent as Ryan took his place between his spread legs. When their friend’s mouth took his cock into it, he couldn’t help but moan. Peaches was there to be reassuring. She touched and stroked both men, kissing Damien on the mouth.

  “He loves your cock as much as I do,” she whispered, kissing his jaw as her fingers toyed with a small, dark nipple. “He loves you as much as I do.” Before Damien lost the last of his control, Logan encased his hardening cock with a condom then reached for the lube. He squirted it down the crack of Ryan’s taut ass and then worked it in his tight asshole. Until that morning, it had been years since he’d been with another man. In the early days, when he had been discovering his sexuality, he had explored eagerly, open to new experiences. Those experiences had included men. Carefully selected, of course. Colt Redford had been one. Their time together had been enlightening but hadn’t lasted, as they both preferred women. They were also both dominant personalities. They still, however, continued to share a close bo
nd. They had been lovers, were closer than brothers, and would do anything for one another.

  Pressing into Ryan’s tight rear hole, Logan hoped none of them would regret any of this.

  Yet even as he thought it, he knew they wouldn’t. It felt right. Ryan wanted something more from him, and this was it. When the always-eager younger man pressed back onto his cock, Logan laughed shortly and slapped the taut flesh of his muscular buttock. He slapped him again when he pressed back, obviously eager for the action to begin. Ryan moaned around Damien’s cock, sending the other man into a frenzy as he began to come.

  Thrusting forward, he began fucking Ryan fiercely, the lube easing the way as his cock plunged and withdrew. When Damien had recovered somewhat he pushed himself up against the headboard. Then he was pulling Peaches down to arrange her in front of him between his legs. He spread her legs wide, offering her creamy pussy to Ryan. Callused fingers curved under her full breasts, pushing them up, the tips of his fingers pinching the nipples until she moaned. She pushed her pussy up against Ryan’s eager mouth.

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  Watching the trio play sent Logan into a ball-tugging climax. His body arched, jerking, as he came almost painfully. He withdrew as his cock softened and left the bed, going into the bathroom while they continued without him. Loud moans and a final shriek caused him to smile as he returned with warm, wet cloths.

  As he turned off the light a few minutes later, Logan asked ruefully, “Do you think I can finish the night without one of you waking me up?”

  “The man gets excellent sex and still bitches.” Ryan laughed. He was in the middle, between Damien and Peaches, securing himself some cuddle time with their woman.

  “Talk to the blow job ninja over there,” Damien grumbled. “She started it.”

  “I’ll be good.”

  She squealed in the darkness and he cursed. “What now?”

  “She has her fingers crossed.”

  “Fuck. Would you three just go to sleep?”

  Chapter Eleven

  Once again the storm had managed to miss them, dumping the majority of the predicted snow to the north. With all they had planned, it was just as well. The security company and the store delivery service arrived at approximately the same time. Once the freezers were in-stalled, they left to go into town, only to have to return to the ranch when one of the men in-stalling the system called to say that a cat had one of his employees trapped upstairs.

  Logan grumbled about the cats, but Peaches just smiled and nodded as he described how he would throw them out in the snow. She knew he didn’t mean it. Actually, she had seen the quirk of his mouth when talking with the man. Evidently he liked the idea of having badass cats around.

  “I was thinking we should stop at the hardware store and get a few things to keep those two troublemakers happy.”

  “That would be nice,” she said, puzzled, thinking he was planning on making himself happy by putting them into cages.

  “Stop thinking the worst. What I was thinking was we could change your former bedroom into a playroom for the cats.”

  “You mean a jail,” she accused, frowning at him.

  “Let’s call it a time-out room,” he suggested. “They can be in there when they get out of control, when it’s better for them to be kept safe.”

  “Kitty jail is what it’ll be.”

  She folded her arms across her chest and stared through the windshield. The roads were snow covered, but passable. She really shouldn’t argue with him while he was driving.

  “Not at all,” Logan denied. “I’ve seen these rooms on TV. There are all sorts of things for them to do. It’ll be a place where they can do everything they want, without getting them into trouble.”

  “And irritating you.”

  “And irritating me,” he agreed finally. “Think about it. It’ll be great.”

  “It better be great. Have you ever heard an unhappy Siamese cat?”

  “They won’t be unhappy. I promise you, they’ll want to spend all their time in there.” Peaches wasn’t too sure about that, but the cats would enjoy a recreational area just for them. They loved to be up high, though they had restrained themselves admirably, for the most part, from spending too much time on top of the furniture in the house.

  When they got into town, Peaches was immediately aware of two things. First of all, there was a police cruiser parked at each end of the street where the clinic was located. The second was that the men formed a barrier around her. If someone were going to take a shot at her, then they would have to be a very good shot.

  The visit didn’t take long. Peaches was very pleased by the female ob-gyn. After giving all her information and going through the exam, along with donations of bodily fluids, she was told everything looked good so far. The news pleased her, though she had hoped she was already pregnant. Armed with a handful of pamphlets and the doctor’s advice, she left the ex-am room.

  The men were waiting eagerly for the news. Even Logan looked hopeful. She wished she didn’t have to disappoint them, but gave them the bad news. Ryan hugged her. Damien kissed her forehead. Logan promptly bought a case of pregnancy test kits at the drugstore, causing the clerk to grin from ear to ear and Peaches to blush.

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  “Do you really think that’s necessary?” she asked, trying to look severe. It was difficult because her lips kept twitching. “We need a whole box?”

  “You’re going to check every day.”

  “Once a week will be often enough, don’t you think?”

  “If I thought that, I wouldn’t have said every day.” The Dom was back. Peaches trembled with unexpected pleasure. She was beginning to discover new things about herself. One of them being she liked the idea of Logan taking control. She wanted him to take care of her. Her nipples tightened painfully. Her pussy clenched.

  They went to the hardware store next, Logan going through a mental list of everything he wanted for the cat’s new playroom. Lumber, rope, carpet, nails, glue, paint were all gathered.

  He spent a small fortune, and then added to it when they went to the pet supply store.

  Everywhere they went police were close by. The sheriff was making certain nothing happened to her. She was more worried about the men deliberately placing themselves in harm’s way. If something happened to one of them, she would be lost.

  When they stopped at yet another store, she looked at them curiously. “What are we getting here?”

  “Stuff for you and for the house. It’s basically a big man cave. You should do things to make it more you.”

  “Your house is very nice.” And it was. There were a few things that could eventually be changed or updated, but it was still a very nice house. “I like it the way it is.”

  “Our house,” Logan corrected. “It’s as much yours as ours. There has to be something you want to do to it. How about some kind of artwork? Or glass things to set around on tables.

  Some pillows for the couch would be nice. Rugs, too.” He shrugged broad shoulders. “You get the idea. Stuff to perk the place up.”

  “How about we get new dishes?”

  Everything they owned was functional but terribly mismatched in color and design. So much so, she couldn’t even call it trendy.

  Damien scowled at Ryan. “We won’t be putting you in charge of birthday or Christmas gifts. Dishes. Cripes.”

  “We do need new dishes,” Peaches announced, smiling at Ryan. He perked up. “And some new pots and pans. A good Dutch oven would be nice.” Shopping with three men should have been difficult. At the very least, it should have been irritating. Men, after all, were renowned for hating shopping with women. Her men, however, seemed born to do it. The only problem she had was she couldn’t look at anything too long. If she did, it was placed in a cart. After being forbidden to remove anything after the first few attempts, she gave up.

  When Peaches thought they surely had enough to make the entire house look brand new, Ryan was grabbing hold of her and dragging her to the bab
y furniture department. Logan started looking over each item, asking the salesperson questions about the safety issues, if any models were on any recall lists, until she thought the poor woman was going to cry.

  Having spent the past couple of hours protesting, she didn’t even bother. She chose which style she liked the best and then stepped out of the way. Then there were sheets, blankets, lamps, and various other items to put in a new nursery. She had to admit it was a lot of fun, and she became filled with anticipation by the time they had finished.

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  “You do realize,” Peaches said as they walked to Damien’s pickup, “buying all this stuff is going to make the waiting that much worse.”

  “We’ll keep you entertained, baby,” Damien promised, hugging her tight. The men inspected everything in the back of the truck, making sure it was secure. Most of what they had purchased would be brought by a delivery truck from the store. “We’ll do the cat’s room first.

  Then you can decide what colors you want to paint the rooms, because they could really use it.

  And if new pillows aren’t enough to perk the place up, then we’ll get new furniture. We definitely need a bigger bed.”

  “Already ordered,” Logan said smugly. “We better get to the grocery store. I’m sure the sheriff is tired of following us around.”

  “Can we stop for pizza before we go home?”

  Her suggestion was a big hit with the men. She liked seeing them all happy and at ease.

  Even Logan was relaxed, which was really an accomplishment. They shoved themselves into a booth and ordered pizza, with six to go.

  “Not a dozen?” she teased. “We do have the new freezers.” She laughed when Damien and Ryan changed the order to a dozen. As they sat and talked, waiting for their pizza, she looked at them. How had she gotten so lucky? She had almost turned down the invitation to go to the rodeo. The thought of how close she had come to not meeting Damien gave her a chill. Her gaze touched their handsome faces. Their smiles were easy. Their laughter was filled with genuine pleasure. This place was their home and they took pleasure in it and the people who also called it home. Now she was one of them. Everyone she had met had welcomed her very warmly. From all she had ever heard about small towns, she hadn’t expected it. But here she was, fully committed to being a part of Silver, just as they were.