“No one.” She didn’t recognize her own voice when she whispered the two words. He pressed lightly on her back entrance, not enough to penetrate but the intention was obvious.
“If I’d been a better Boy Scout, I would have thought to put a bottle of lube in the glove box.” He continued to circle and tease the entrance to her ass as he encouraged her to move on his cock. Feeling his thick length moving inside of her was breathtaking combined with his teasing. She’d had no idea there were so many nerve endings around that forbidden entrance, and she wanted to feel more.
“Do you really need it?”
“I wouldn’t risk hurting you like that, especially your first time. When I bury my cock in your ass I don’t want you to feel anything but pleasure.”
Another layer of comfort washed over Jocelyn’s senses. Eric had already proven he wouldn’t put her in danger of being discovered, although she didn’t think she’d mind that much.
The low rumble of a truck passing on the other side of the trees made her breath catch. There was a possibility of them being caught here.
Eric tangled his fingers in her hair and anchored her head so that she was looking directly at him. “Do you want to get caught, Jocelyn?”
She shook her head, and he arched an eyebrow at her. “Are you sure about that?”
Jocelyn shook her head again. Rationally, she didn’t want to but there was a part of her that liked the idea of someone watching as Eric and Matt had their way with her body. “Is that bad?”
“Oh, you’re a bad girl, darlin’.” He swatted her ass, reminding her of what he wanted to do. “Good thing Matt and I are partial to bad girls.”
“I don’t know why.” Jocelyn never thought she’d have an introspective conversation with a man she was currently having sex with, but she’d never felt as close to any man in her life and she did with these two Baldwins.
“We’ll figure it out one day.” Eric tightened his grip on her hair and led her face closer to his. “Until then, I want you to think about being strapped down on a spanking bench, ass up and legs out waiting for your punishment.”
Jocelyn had seen a spanking bench online once, and the idea of being strapped down on it sent another wave of moisture between her legs. Eric smiled at her, baring his teeth in a feral way that excited her more than made her nervous. “I didn’t think your pussy could get hotter, but I felt you get wetter after I said that.”
He tugged on her hair and pulled her head back, baring her throat. “We’re going to do that to you, strap you down at a club for everyone to see you get your punishment.” She felt him drag his teeth along the tendon that stretched along the side of her neck. With his other hand he gripped her hip and encouraged her to ride him, pulling her down hard on his cock so it plunged deep and electrified her nerves. “Matt’s going to fuck you like that, bared for anyone to watch who walks by to see your beautiful red ass.”
Eric’s voice, combined with the sharp nips on her throat, were enough to drive her to the edge of her orgasm. She heard another car approaching on the main road and starting to slow down as if it was going to turn down the lane they’d stopped in.
“They’re going to see you, Jocelyn. Come pretty for me, let them see how beautiful you are as you ride my cock.”
Jocelyn gasped and shook as Eric slipped his hand down between them. He rubbed her clit with his thumb as she bounced wildly on his ridged cock. The combination of all his attention and the possibility of being caught threw her over the pinnacle and into a wave of ecstasy. She screamed out his name as she rode him, feeling his hands on her hips as he encouraged her to ride him harder and harder. Her body felt electrified, when she felt him stiffen and drive his cock up into her one more time, bathing her insides with the wet heat of his release.
She collapsed on Eric, resting her head on his shoulder as she gasped for air. Eric’s pulse was racing as fast as hers, his breathing as ragged as hers.
“Do you think they saw us?”
Jocelyn looked up at him wondering if he was joking. She’d been so absorbed with the way his hands felt on her skin and his cock inside of her, she wasn’t certain a car had driven by them or not. Eric looked relaxed, his eyes closed as he rested his head back against the seat.
“Weren’t you watching?”
“Hell no, with you naked in my arms I didn’t notice anything other than how beautiful you are.”
Chapter Eight
April 25th
Jocelyn stepped lightly through the cemetery as she took a picture of headstones. She’d noticed a couple abnormalities in the records and wanted to compare them to the headstones. There was often the question if a clerk made a mistake when inputting information into the ledgers. A headstone would be more accurate because the family would have had it commissioned.
Her phone beeped, and she felt her heart skip a beat. It had to be one of the guys. She hadn’t seen them in three days and missed them. At this rate they were going to turn her into a romantic fool writing poetry and singing their praises. She was too logical for such nonsense, but it didn’t stop her from shoving her camera into her pocket and pulling off her gloves before reading the message.
Hey there, beautiful! I didn’t want to go to sleep without saying hi. Where are you?
Freezing my butt off in the cemetery confirming birth and death dates.
I wish I could be there to make it a bit more interesting.
Isn’t it illegal to have sex in a cemetery?
Not as long as both participants are breathing.
Ew. She typed as she laughed. Leave it to Matt to make a comment like that.
Do you miss us?
Jocelyn stared at Matt’s message. She knew that if Eric wasn’t there reading over Matt’s shoulder, then he’d know soon enough. It would be easy to put the brakes on this crazy affair. She had a life in Bozeman, and they were firemen here. What would they want with a book nerd like her anyways? If this went on any longer she was going to have her heart demolished. Who am I kidding? They had each wormed their way into her emotions and made her want to spend her life between them. Matt with his easygoing flirting, but she knew if she ever needed a star he’d get her one. And Eric with his scars she knew he felt self-conscious about. Her heart hurt with the idea of the pain he had to have gone through but wasn’t that proof of how strong of a man he was? He made her feel stronger. They both made her feel like she could do anything in the universe, and if she made a fool of herself they’d both tell her she was perfect.
“Oh, god. I’m not in love with either of you.” She said the words out loud while staring down at her phone but knew she was lying to herself.
More than you know. She sent it to him before she changed her mind. They might not feel the same, but if he blew her off now it would be better than if she confessed her love and they laughed.
We know exactly how much. Dinner at our place tomorrow, 6:00 p.m. and we’ll show you.
I’ll be there. Sweet dreams to you both.
Three hours later Jocelyn sat in the library archives and wondered if she’d made the biggest mistake of her life. How the hell can I tell them this? She flipped back and forth between a few century-old documents and compared them to the information that she’d gathered in her earlier investigation. How could she tell Matt and Eric that their family really might be the ones to blame for the entire feud?
* * * *
April 26th
“I think we should quit our job and find ourselves a nice nine-to-five gig. Something that doesn’t make me feel like a night crawler every few weeks,” Matt commented as he finished shredding the last potato to make hash browns. He was happier than normal that they’d finished their night shift rotation.
Eric looked up from where he was sautéing vegetables at the stove as though he thought Matt was nuts. “Who would be dumb enough to hire us for something like that? All we know how to do is play with our hoses and spit on burning things.”
“Good point.” Matt squeezed the shredded
potato in some cheesecloth to get as much moisture out of it as possible. Working the night shift hadn’t bothered him until he met Jocelyn. Staying up while the world slept wasn’t a great way to start a relationship. He didn’t have any complaints how they’d started it, but he didn’t like going so long between seeing her. Working twelve-hour shifts from seven at night to seven in the morning since Friday had stolen far too much of their time from her.
“You know, I didn’t think I’d miss her this much,” Eric commented.
Matt hadn’t thought of much else than Jocelyn. Both he and Eric had exchanged a few texts with her over the last couple days. He’d learned that Jocelyn’s sleeping patterns weren’t all that great. She would return messages in the middle of the night and then said she was working when he’d asked her what she was doing up so late.
“What time is it? She said she’d be here by six.”
Matt glanced down at his watch. “Fifteen minutes more.” He was feeling the same anticipation that his cousin was. Going on the night shift after having a brief taste of her passion was like torture. The small amount of sleep he managed to get was filled with images of her riding him, her elegant neck arched as she cried out during her orgasm. His cock twitched in his jeans, and he pressed against it with the heel of his hand. Soon, he promised himself.
A soft knock echoed through the main room, making his cock jump again in anticipation. Eric tossed the wooden spoon he’d been using to the counter and dashed for the door. Matt reached over to turn down the heat on the veggies and quickly washed his hands before following his cousin. He hadn’t heard Jocelyn’s voice, but when he turned the corner it was obvious why. Eric had her pinned against the back of the door and was kissing her like a man possessed.
He waited for a moment, expecting a wave of jealousy to hit him, but it never did. Any other time they’d shared a woman, he’d felt a small amount of jealousy or need for attention. But with Jocelyn it was completely absent. It wasn’t that he didn’t care, but there was patience there, an understanding that he knew he’d get a turn in a moment and how excited she was going to be in his arms. Her pussy was probably dripping, and they were going to take care of her tonight.
He and Eric had discussed the possibility of a permanent ménage relationship a few times over their adult lives, but in the last three days it was almost their sole topic of conversation. They didn’t want Jocelyn to feel even the smallest amount of discomfort or awkwardness. The unexpected was bound to turn up now and again, but he and Eric were determined to keep an open line of communication between them and her.
“We missed you so much, darlin’,” Eric muttered as he lifted his head. His cousin stepped back and out of the way. Jocelyn’s cheeks were red, and her lips were slightly swollen from Eric’s kiss. Her gorgeous eyes made his heart skip a beat. They looked brighter than usual, but it might have been the color in her face. Her glasses were pushed up on top of her head, keeping her hair back off her face.
“Hi…” Jocelyn blinked, looking a little shell-shocked. Eric must have ambushed her as soon as she stepped through the door. Matt had known she was meant to be theirs the moment he’d seen her, but Eric had caught up to his feelings quickly.
Matt liked the dazed look on her face and didn’t want her to catch her breath quite yet. This was their chance to show her what it could be like with them. “I’ve missed you, darlin’.”
Eric gave her a gentle push in Matt’s direction, and she took two steps toward him before Matt caught her in his arms. Eric swatted her on the ass as he walked by, making her jump. Matt watched her eyes dilate a fraction more and liked the way her cheeks went a darker pink.
“I missed you, too, beautiful.” Looking up at him, he was sure his heart skipped a couple beats this time. He pulled her closer, and she fit him perfectly. She lifted her face, meeting his lips as he bent down for a kiss. He wanted to ravish her and strip her right here in the hallway, but as soon as her lips met his, he was able to contain his baser emotions a bit more. Knowing she was here and in his arms went a long way to helping his control.
She smelled like oranges and cream, and her hair felt like silk as he tightened his grip against her skull. Holding her head still, he nibbled at her lips, kissing her lightly before slipping his tongue in her mouth to stroke against hers. She made the cutest little mewing noises in her throat that fed his ego and made his cock painfully hard. The little minx rocked her pelvis against the ridge of his jeans, sending the most agonizing pleasure along his length.
“Fuck, beautiful. You can do that anytime you want.”
“I’d rather do it naked.”
“God…” He plundered her mouth, sucking her tongue as he lifted her up and pressed her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his hips. Her body cradled his as he rocked his hard-on against her pussy. He paused kissing her long enough to gasp, “How hungry are you?”
“Not.” She licked a path along his jaw and sucked his earlobe between her lips. He hadn’t known that his ear was an erogenous zone, but when she bit lightly on it he almost came in his jeans.
“I turned off the stove.”
Eric’s voice cut through the haze of lust he was feeling and helped him pull back from the edge. As his cousin pulled off Jocelyn’s boots, he took in her beauty. Those aqua-blue eyes of hers fascinated him. Her lips looked soft and redder than before. “Let’s take this to the bedroom,” he said as soon as he heard her second boot hit the floor. She smiled and nodded at him, sending a wave of happiness through his entire body.
Supporting her ass with his hands, he headed straight to the bedroom. Her jean-covered pussy rubbed against his throbbing erection with every step, almost bringing him to his knees. Thinking about pushing his cock into her cunt as Eric claimed her ass was driving him crazy. Eric had told him about stroking her virgin ass and how tight he suspected she’d be. They might not claim her there tonight, but they had every plan to start getting her ready.
He didn’t put her down on her feet until they reached his bedroom. Dropping to his knees in front of her, he unbuckled her belt as Eric kissed her. Reaching up, he unbuttoned the bottom few buttons on her shirt, knowing Eric would take care of the top ones. Right now all he wanted was to get her naked, then he would be able to slow down a bit. It felt like forever since he’d had his hands on her silky skin, and he wanted more.
Her jeans sat low on her hips, and her shirt parted, exposing her soft belly. He leaned forward and slid his lips along her skin, licking a path along the waistband of her pants. Her shirt drifted down behind her and he looked up, watching as Eric removed her bra and tossed it behind him. Her breasts were on the smaller side, but her nipples were made to be sucked on. They stood out proud and tempting.
Eric didn’t hesitate in claiming one, and Matt watched as Jocelyn’s eyes fluttered closed, tilting her head back on her shoulders, enjoying their attentions. He kissed a path to her fly and slowly unzipped her jeans, lavishing attention on every bit of skin he revealed. From here he could smell the decadent aroma of her arousal.
He grabbed the sides of her jeans and pulled them down, revealing a pair of small black silk panties with a little pink bow at the top. “God, you’re perfect.” She was like a sweet innocent librarian, but he’d had a taste of the passion she hid under all those layers of self-protection. He lifted each leg and pulled her jeans and socks off so she stood there in nothing but her cute panties.
The silk felt warm against his fingers as he traced the leg opening and slipped between her legs. There the fabric was wet, and she jumped slightly as he ran his fingers back and forth over her pussy. “She’s already so wet, Eric.” Matt kissed her skin right above the pink bow of her panties and pushed aside the fabric so he could rub her pussy with his fingers. He slipped one inside of her, feeling her jump slightly. She was already fluttering against his finger and so damn wet.
“How does she taste?”
Matt slid his finger in and out a couple times and then looked up at her. Meeting
her gaze, he slipped his finger inside his mouth, slowly sucking the cream off. “Like a tart peach dipped in honey.” He wanted to bury his face between her legs again. He reached up and took her hand from where she was clutching his shirt and led it to her pussy. “Touch yourself, beautiful.” She gasped and pulled from his grip for a moment. Slipping his fingers over the waistband, he pulled her panties down, revealing the small patch of hair that teased him so much.
“Tease Eric a bit more, Jocelyn. He likes to watch.” She took a shaky breath and then slowly slipped her fingers under the waistband of her panties. He could sense she was nervous about being with both of them, but she needed to understand that they would never do anything to hurt her. The fact that she was willing to play with herself to stroke Eric’s voyeuristic side was a good step in that direction.
Before Matt could make the suggestion, she lifted her fingers to Eric’s face. He gripped her wrist and sucked them deep into his mouth, licking every bit of her cream from her as she watched. “You’re so incredible.” Eric dropped to his knees in front of her as well. Moving away from her, Matt allowed Eric to get close. His cousin lifted one of Jocelyn’s legs and propped it over his shoulder as he cupped her ass and pressed his face between her legs.
“Oh, my god.” Jocelyn gripped handfuls of Eric’s hair and leaned against him.
Matt quickly pulled the covers down the bed and stripped off his shirt and pants. His cock jutted out from his body. Jocelyn’s cries of passion were making him painfully hard as Eric ate her out. He pulled out a strip of condoms from the nightstand and a small bottle of lube and tossed them onto the sheets.
He came up behind her, and his cock twitched against her naked skin. She was practically vibrating with need as he wrapped his hands around her torso and cupped her breasts. Rolling her perfect nipples between his fingers, he kissed a path along her shoulder. “You like being watched don’t you, Jocelyn. I’m watching the way you’re arching your little cunt up against my cousin’s face.”
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