Jenna was panting lightly and Cole was smiling. “She likes that,” he said. “Her cream is flowing and she’s clenching on my fingers.”
“Good girl,” Dillon said, tugging gently on her very hard nipples. “You definitely have some spankings in your future, angel.”
Jenna swallowed hard. “That’s not what you’re going to do now, though.”
“No, but it’s the same principle. I’ll use my fingers to stretch you first, but there’s bound to be a pinch, maybe a little pain, but just enough to increase your pleasure. If it hurts more than that you need to say something. There’s a difference between a bit of erotic pain and true hurt, angel, and we don’t ever want to hurt you.”
“Okay,” she said, nodding. “Yes. I want to do this. What do I do?”
You don’t need to do anything,” Dillon said. “Just relax.”
Cole got up and went into Jenna’s bathroom. He disposed of his condom, looked around, then opened the cabinet under the sink and found a bottle of massage oil. He grabbed it and went back into the bedroom. He grabbed a couple of fresh condoms from the bedside table and climbed onto the bed. He handed the bottle of oil to Dillon along with a condom, then applied his own before lying down beside Jenna and kissing her deeply while gently urging her to roll onto her side facing him.
He felt Dillon moving around and knew when he’d gotten into position behind Jenna. When she tensed a few moments later he broke the kiss and looked down into her eyes. “Relax, baby,” he said softly.
“I’m trying,” she gasped.
Cole glanced over her shoulder to Dillon, then looked back down at Jenna. “Do you trust us, honey?”
She looked into his eyes for a long moment and he realized she was giving his question serious consideration. He waited, holding his breath. Finally, she nodded. “Yes.” He smiled.
“I want you to relax all of your muscles and just focus on the pleasure,” he said. “This’ll be so good for all of us, but you gotta relax and trust us. If you don’t, it’ll hurt and we’ll have to stop.”
Jenna nodded hesitantly. He reached down between her legs and began stroking her slowly and gently, not enough to make her come, but enough to distract her while Dillon used the oil to lube and stretch her from behind. Before long she was arching up into his hand, then pushing back onto Dillon’s with soft little whimpers of arousal that forced both men to struggle against the need to satisfy her immediately.
“She’s ready,” Dillon said, his voice strained. “She’s really tight though. Let me get in first, that’ll be easier for her.”
“She’s so hot she’s burning me alive,” Cole said, his voice heavy with need. “I’m not sure how much longer I can wait.” He watched Jenna’s face carefully, saw her eyes widen and felt her tense up again. “Relax, baby,” he soothed between gentle kisses. He slid his hand between her thighs and gently urged her to raise her leg, opening her body more. When her eyes closed and she moaned softly at the sensation of Dillon filling her, he nearly came. He gritted his teeth and thought about cows, horses, and mucking out the stable.
“I’m in,” Dillon said a couple of minutes later, his voice tight and breathless. He slipped one hand over Jenna’s hip and placed his palm against her stomach. “I’ve never felt anything like this, Cole. I can’t even describe how good she feels.”
Cole shivered as he shifted closer to Jenna, then guided himself into her. She was even tighter now with Dillon buried deep inside of her, and so hot it was all he could do not to plunge all the way in with one hard thrust. He reminded himself that this was all new to her and forced himself to go slowly even though he thought it might kill him. When he felt Jenna tighten around him and arch her hips in a silent bid for more, it was too much. He buried himself as deeply as possible and groaned at the sound of her throaty moan of pleasure. Before they even began to move she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as a tell-tale ripple ran up and down his length.
“She’s coming,” he rasped, his voice sounding tortured. “Just from having both of us inside of her.”
“Damn,” Dillon groaned as he pulled back. When he thrust back into her, Cole pulled back. Jenna gasped, the ripple along his length as he pushed back into her stronger than before.
“That’s right baby, you just keep on coming,” he said into her ear, lifting her leg and draping it over his hip. He pulled it higher, opening her further.
“God, she’s still coming,” Dillon growled.
“I know,” Cole ground out as he plunged deep, then pulled back faster. Before long they were driving into her tight, wet, heat, barely able to control themselves as Jenna’s body spasmed around them in an extended orgasm unlike anything they’d ever experienced. Cole heard the familiar grunt that indicated Dillon was about to come. He reached down and pressed his thumb against Jenna’s pulsing clit and stroked it firmly, seeking to bring her ongoing orgasm to a peak. She screamed hoarsely, every muscle in her body tightening as her body jerked and shook between them, causing Dillon and Cole to climax at the same time. They drove themselves as deep inside of her as they could get before letting the pleasure engulf them fully, mind and body.
Dillon had no idea how long they laid there, the three of them joined together, as he recovered from the most mind blowing orgasm he’d ever experienced. He opened his eyes and leaned forward to plant several kisses on Jenna’s shoulder as he reached down and carefully withdrew from her body.
“She’s asleep,” Cole said softly.
“After that I’m not surprised.”
“I’ve never come that hard in my life,” Cole whispered a moment later as he too, withdrew slowly and carefully before gently lowering Jenna’s leg to the bed. “I thought I was gonna pass out there for a moment.”
“Yeah, me too,” Dillon said. “I swear, just being inside of her felt twice as good as anything I’ve ever felt before. I sure didn’t expect that.”
“She came the whole time we were both inside of her,” Cole said, his skin pebbling at the memory. “I’ve heard of that, but I never thought it was real.”
“Me neither,” Dillon said. “Maybe it’s another sign that she’s our one. Not that I need more convincing.”
“I certainly don’t have any doubts,” Cole said. “I wonder if that always happens for those who’ve found their one.”
“Maybe we could ask Hank and Jack,” Dillon suggested.
“Maybe,” Cole agreed. “But not until it’s real clear that we love her and intend to make her ours forever.”
“Agreed,” Dillon said as he sat up, careful not to disturb Jenna. He went into the bathroom, discarded the condom, grabbed a couple of clean washcloths and wet them with warm water. He returned to the bedroom and handed one to Cole, then they carefully cleaned Jenna while she slept on.
“I wonder why she was so afraid of us seeing these scars,” Cole said.
“I don’t know,” Dillon said. “From the looks of them, she was seriously injured in that accident though.”
Cole nodded, suddenly deciding he didn’t want to think about that any more. “How long do we have to wait before we ask her to marry us?”
“I’d wake her up and ask her right now if I wasn’t worried she’d think we were crazy and toss us out on our ears,” Dillon said. “Maybe we should at least wait until after the second date.”
“Then let’s ask her out again for tomorrow night,” Cole said as he rose from the bed and padded into the bathroom.
When he returned a few minutes later and climbed into bed, Dillon asked, “Are you serious?”
“Yes, I am,” Cole said. “I want her to be fully ours, Dillon.”
“So do I,” Dillon agreed as he pulled the covers up over them.
“Good, then we’re agreed,” Cole said. “We’ll ask her out again in the morning, then we can ask her to marry us on Saturday.”
“I hope she says yes,” Dillon said, closing his eyes as he snuggled up to Jenna’s back, one hand on her hip.
“Yea
h, me too,” Cole agreed, pressing a gentle kiss on Jenna’s forehead before closing his eyes and letting sleep take him.
***
Jenna opened her eyes, already smiling at the thought of Cole and Dillon in bed beside her. It only took a couple of seconds to realize she was alone. She sat up, disappointment filling her. She’d never spent the night with anyone before and distinctly remembered the feel of warm bodies on both sides of her during the night. She frowned and glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It was barely six. Had they left?
She pushed the blankets back and reached for her bathrobe, suddenly realizing she could hear low voices coming from the kitchen. Her smile returned as she slipped her robe on before heading up the hall while tying the belt around her waist. Cole and Dillon were sitting with their backs to her at the small breakfast bar in the kitchen, talking in low voices until they heard her approach.
“Good morning,” she said, smiling as she stepped into the kitchen. “I see you made coffee.”
Both men looked at her, their faces set, eyes hard and cold. Her smile slipped. She turned around to get a mug from the cupboard and filled it with coffee. When she turned back around she knew that her face was composed and calm because she’d had years of practice at controlling her expressions. It wouldn’t last long though.
“Morning, Jenna,” Dillon said belatedly. Her stomach tightened painfully at his tone.
“What’s wrong?”
“Why didn’t you tell us you were in love with someone already?” Cole demanded.
“What?” she asked, dumbfounded.
“You know damn well that one of the rules of Sparx is that if you’re already in a relationship you’re not allowed to fool around with others,” Dillon said, his tone dripping ice.
“Yes, I know that,” Jenna said in confusion.
“I suppose since the man you love isn’t here you figured you could get away with it,” Cole said. “You put on a good act, Jenna. So sweet and innocent on the outside, and such a slut on the inside.”
“S-s-slut?” she stuttered, barely able to force the all too familiar appellation from her lips.
“Yeah, that’s what we call women like you.”
“I don’t understand,” she said, numb with shock as her mind tried desperately to fathom what they were talking about.
“No?” Dillon said, standing up. “You talk in your sleep Jenna. Next time you bring someone home for a fuck, you might wanna remember that and send them away before you fall asleep.”
“Yeah,” Cole said. “Otherwise, they’ll get an earful of how much you love Jacob, just like we did.”
Everything inside of Jenna went still for one long, breathless moment. Then she straightened her spine and narrowed her eyes. “Get out,” she snapped furiously. “Never come back. Never come into my store. Never talk to me. Never look at me. Never speak my name.”
“Don’t worry, we’re leaving, and believe me, we won’t be back,” Cole sneered. “You’re damaged goods, sweetheart. We can certainly do better than you.”
Jenna’s head jerked as though he’d slapped her, her face went so white it was gray and her lips took on a definite bluish cast that gave Cole and Dillon pause. They hesitated, concerned by how bad she suddenly looked.
“Get out,” she repeated, her entire body shaking now. They stared at her, their frowns deepening. They’d never seen her angry before and it didn’t really make a lot of sense for her to be angry at them. They were the injured parties here. Not her.
“Get out! Get out! Get out!” she screamed, her voice growing louder and more out of control with each repetition. She didn’t stop screaming until they were gone and the door was shut behind them. She stumbled over to it, surprised she was able to walk at all with the tight, squeezing pain in her chest that was now worse than it had ever been. She turned the deadbolt and added the safety chain for good measure before sliding to the floor, gasping for air. But the pain in her chest was nowhere near as intense as the pain in her soul.
She tried to tell herself it didn’t matter. She tried to convince herself she’d expected this. Well, maybe not this. It’d never crossed her mind for a moment that they’d do anything this cruel. But she had expected them to walk away when they learned the truth so really, what difference did it make? At least this way she didn’t have to worry about trusting them with her secrets.
She refused to let the tears fall until after the sound of Cole’s truck faded away in the distance. Then she cried so hard and for so long that she actually ran out of tears.
Chapter 5
The next few weeks were rough for Jenna. She slept poorly and lost her appetite, eating only when she could remember to, and only as much as she could choke down, which was very little. She stopped going to Meg’s for fear she’d run into Cole and Dillon. In fact, she rarely left her shop or apartment at all except to run errands. When she did, she kept her head down and never stopped to chat with any of the friends she’d made over the past year. She just did whatever she had to do, and went home. If she happened to see a red or a navy blue truck, the colors of the Howard’s trucks, she didn’t wait to see if it was one of them. She just turned around and went the other way no matter where she was or what she was doing.
At first Meg tried to get her to talk about what happened, but as much as Jenna wanted to, she didn’t dare. The Howards had been in Sparx for years. They were established ranchers and respected members of the community with lots of employees and friends. If people felt they needed to pick a side, she knew all too well what the result would be. She loved Meg too much to lose her friendship the way she’d lost every friend she’d ever had in Oregon. So, when Meg pushed hard for answers, Jenna did the only thing she knew how to do. She walked away.
Meg stopped asking, but she didn’t stop worrying. Neither did any of the other people of Sparx who’d come to care about Jenna since she’d been there. There was an unspoken agreement among them. They didn’t ask her questions, and they didn’t mention how thin she was getting or how bad she looked. They continued to visit her store, tried to include her in their conversations, and offered her their unwavering friendship. And they worried.
One evening after a particularly long and exhausting day in the shop, Jenna dragged herself upstairs with one goal in mind: fill the Jacuzzi tub with hot water and stay in it for as long as she could. She locked the door behind herself and went straight to her bathroom where she turned on the taps and added a healthy amount of her favorite bath oil. She stripped off her clothes and started to step in while the tub was still filling, paused, then turned to the linen cabinet. She grabbed a washcloth and a new bottle of body wash, then went still as her eyes fell on a box of tampons. She thought back, trying to remember, but it was no good. Her brain was simply too tired.
She went into the bedroom and grabbed her iPad, then went back to the bathroom and climbed into the tub. She leaned over the edge so that the iPad wasn’t in danger of falling into the water, turned it on and pulled up her calendar. Her gynecologist in Oregon had told her that, since her periods were always irregular, it was important that she mark them on a calendar to keep track of them. It was so ingrained in her that she never forgot to do it. So, when she saw that her last period had been nearly eight weeks earlier, she knew it wasn’t a mistake, that she hadn’t had a period and forgotten to enter it on her calendar.
Her heart skipped a beat, then started racing, causing the uncomfortable squeezing sensation that always scared her. She breathed through it, calming herself and, after a few minutes the pain eased.
She turned off the iPad, set it on the floor, and leaned back in the tub, thinking. She’d had delayed periods before, had even skipped them a few times, usually when she was stressed or sick. The last six weeks had certainly been stressful, but she’d never skipped two periods before.
The doctors had told her that there was little to no chance of her getting pregnant, and even if she did, it was unlikely she’d ever carry a baby to term. But they hadn�
��t said it would be impossible. She believed it to be impossible, but what if she, and her doctors, had been wrong?
As deeply as they’d hurt her, she didn’t regret her night with Cole and Dillon. Despite the ugliness of the following morning, it had been the best night of her entire life, and she hadn’t forgotten a single moment of it. So she didn’t even have to think twice to know that they’d used condoms.
Between that and her damaged organs, she concluded that it was highly unlikely that she was pregnant. She was just stressed, and tired, and she hadn’t really been eating all that well. Or that much. For the first time in weeks she looked down at herself and actually saw how thin she’d gotten. She frowned. One or two skipped periods no longer seemed all that surprising. She decided to make a point of taking better care of herself, then tried to relax and drop the matter.
But it wouldn’t drop. It kept circling around in her mind, over and over again. She needed an answer. Until she had one, she wasn’t going to be able to let it go.
It was Friday, which meant that the drugstore up the block was open until eight. There was plenty of time for her to run over and grab a pregnancy test. Unfortunately, half the town would know about it within the hour, and the other half would know by morning. She wouldn’t mind that so much except that she had no doubt whatsoever that someone would decide that the Howards needed to know. And that scared her. Badly.
Even though she truly doubted it was even possible for her to get pregnant, there was a slight possibility, and that meant she couldn’t afford to take any risks. For her own safety, as well as the safety of any child she might be carrying, buying a pregnancy test in town was simply not an option.
The next nearest pharmacy was in Bizzby, thirty miles away, where the nearest hospital was located. Unfortunately she knew three people from Sparx who worked there, including the head pharmacist.
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