by Twyla Turner
Jackson placed his knee to one side of Simone’s. He grasped his thick cock and rubbed the tip over her slick opening, naturally lubricating himself. His clenched teeth turned to granite as he slowly entered her from behind. The fullness of the plug still inside her, made her already tight passage strangle his throbbing member like a vise grip. He squeezed his eyes shut and his nostrils flared.
“Fuck!” Jackson shouted out as he was finally able to slide to the base. “Shit, shit, shit! That feels so fucking good.”
Simone cried out at the complete sense of fullness that she felt once he was inside her. Instant tears ran down her face. Xander gently wiped them away with his thumbs. He began to stroke his hard length as he watched Jackson take her from behind.
“Let me.” Simone said softly, looking up at him with heavy-lidded dark brown bedroom eyes.
Xander stepped closer to her and held his long cock up to her lips. Opening her full wide mouth for him, he gradually pumped his hips towards her. Simone took him in, inch by long inch. As Jackson started to move within her, forcing Xander further down her throat with each thrust, she thanked whoever was responsible for her lack of gag reflexes.
Her body on sensory overload, her core flooded with moisture, easing the way for Jackson to drive into her with punishing blows. Every thrust and retreat, pushed the plug further in and out of her tight entrance. Once again pressing that hidden button inside her and she moaned deeply around Xander’s smooth length.
Xander’s hands pulled her hair back away from her face, holding her hair in a loose ponytail at the base of her skull. He watched as his cock emerged and then disappeared between her lush lips. Jackson held on tightly to her ridiculously wide hips, as he too was mesmerized by the pull and suction of her wet heat surrounding him.
Then all was lost as the three merged into one and the tight rein they held on their control slipped. The men looked at each other and nodded in silent understanding as they began to double their efforts. Jackson pummeled Simone’s pussy with vigor and she pushed back to meet him, wanting it just as much. And her lips tightened around Xander’s steel erection as her moans vibrated over him.
All of their bodies tensed and then shattered a split second later. The men shouted and bellowed out their climaxes and Simone screamed in release. The moment they eased their softening shafts from her body, she melted onto the leather bench. Her only movement was the aftershocks coursing through her limp body.
Gathering up what strength he had left, Xander got up from the bench and walked into the bathroom. He strode out a few minutes later with two warm damp washcloths. Handing one to Jackson, they both eased Simone over onto her back and began to cleanse her of the evidence of their lovemaking.
Jackson gently slid the plug from her body and tenderly wiped away his seed and the remnants of the lube they’d used on her, from her swollen pulsing sex and thick thighs. With equally loving care, Xander wiped at her full mouth and tear stained face. And after cleaning themselves off as well, Jackson tossed the towels into the hamper, while Xander lifted Simone’s dead weight off of the leather bench and placed her in the middle of the enormous bed.
They both slid into the bed on either side of her. Lying on her side, they moved in to sandwich her between their warm bodies, tangling their legs with hers. Xander crooked his arm and she rested her head on it like a pillow as he spooned her from behind. Jackson faced her, chest to chest, draping a long arm over Simone and Xander. He gave her plush lips soft kisses as Xander kissed her neck and shoulder gently.
“Are you okay?” Jackson asked her sleepily.
She nodded her head slightly in response. And with exhaustion that can only be had from great sex; they instantly drifted off in a tangle of limbs, sated flesh and beating hearts.
Chapter 10
Jackson’s eyes slowly creaked open as his internal alarm clock went off, letting him know it was time to get up and get ready for work. But the vision in front of him, kept him immobile for a little while longer.
Simone and Xander were sharing the same pillow. Her head fit snuggly under Xander’s chin and his hand rested limply on the full curve of her hip. And her hair was everywhere; across her face, over the pillow and curling around one dark nipple.
Jackson wished in that moment that he had some kind of artistic ability, because if he could he would paint the image in front of him, so that he could keep it always. Instead, he reached back and grabbed his phone off of the nightstand and took a picture of his two favorite people.
Simone stirred at the sound of the click of the camera. Jackson quickly put the phone back on the table and turning back, he gently brushed a thick strand of ebony hair from Simone’s face. She wrinkled her long nose sweetly at the tickle of her hair on her face and burrowed deeper into Xander. Xander’s arm that had been resting on her hips steeled around her to cup her breast. And she moaned deeply in the back of her throat, coming awake.
Simone’s eyes fluttered open and her already sleepy eyes looked that much more seductive due to real sleepiness. Her dark eyes focused on Jackson and he grinned at her.
“Good morning, beautiful.” He said deeply.
“Morning.” She replied shyly, realizing he had been watching her.
“So I was wondering if you’d like to come to work with me today. I could give you a tour of the mill and show you what I do.” Jackson asked, feeling a little shy himself. He wanted her to know him and vice versa.
“Oh, okay. I was supposed to finally go meet my mom’s tribe today, but that could wait I guess.” Simone said, grateful that she had an excuse to stall the inevitable for a little while longer.
“Chicken.” Xander murmured gravelly as he pulled her tightly against him.
Simone’s face flushed with pink. “I’m not chicken! I just want to see where Jackson works. Besides, I was thinking that I’ll go when Amber gets here. She helps me loosen up a bit.” Simone argued.
“Oh, we can help you loosen up just fine.” Xander said as he playfully flexed his hips against Simone’s backside.
“That is not what I meant.” Simone rolled her eyes and tried pulling away from Xander’s tight embrace.
“I don’t want to take you away from your family, Simone. So if you want to go, I’d be happy to take you.” Jackson said thoughtfully.
“No, you’re not taking me away from anything. I’d love to see what you do. I still have time to meet them.” Simone reassured him.
“You don’t have to wait for your friend. We could always go with you.” Xander chimed in.
“Ha…uh no. No, thank you. I’m already nervous about how they’ll perceive me. I don’t need you two coming along making me look like the town hussy.” Simone frowned at back at Xander.
“Aw, don’t be like that!” Xander exclaimed.
“I’m not saying that you guys can’t come with me at some point, but not the first meeting. I need to make a good first impression. And walking up hand and hand with both of you, might start me out on the wrong foot.” Simone explained.
“Don’t worry about it, Si. I get it. But we just want to be there for you if you need us.” Jackson said sweetly.
“Thank you.” Simone smiled bashfully at him.
“Now…how about we jump in the shower for a quickie before work. You know. Kill two birds and all that.” Xander grinned, adorable dimples framing his radiant smile.
“You’ve got serious issues, you know that?” Simone looked back at Xander with a small smile.
“Yeah know. I’m totally infatuated with this gorgeous girl and her amazing booty.” Xander’s smile widened as he smacked the ass in question.
They both jumped out of the bed. Jackson grabbed ahold of Simone’s ankles and started to pull her to the edge of the bed. He smiled seductively as he pulled her closer to him, his adorable chestnut curls hanging down on his forehead.
“Hey! You’re supposed to be on my side!” Simone cried, trying to put up a front of unwillingness.
“I’m on whateve
r side that gets this delectable body in my arms.” Jackson growled as he lifted her over his shoulder like a ragdoll.
“Well…since you put it that way…” Simone smiled at once again being carried to the shower, but this time looking back at Xander as he followed them.
Simone quickly realized that she enjoyed this particular way of getting ready for a day of work. All slick and soaped up between two hard bodies, with multiple orgasms thrown in for good measure. She hoped it would be a regular occurrence. No one would be grumpy at work if their day started off like this. Screw Starbucks!
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“Hey, Simone? Would you like some coffee to go?” Xander asked as he poured some of the potent brew into a tall to-go cup.
“Nope. I’m good. Thank you.” Simone said with a secretive smile.
They all walked out to the garage, Xander carrying Sampson in his strong arms. He put the beautiful dog into his truck to take to the lodge so he could be babied by the staff, then led Simone to the passenger door of Jackson’s truck. He gave her a deep toe-curling goodbye kiss, leaving her a little dizzy as she slid into the truck. He shut the door, waved goodbye and then got into his truck and started the engine.
“Ready?” Jackson asked, pulling her attention away from the blond Adonis as he pulled out of the garage.
“Yep.” Simone smiled happily at Jackson.
“You’re awfully happy this morning.” Jackson noticed.
“It’s not often that people get to wake up in such…pleasurable or inventive ways.” Simone sighed dreamily, making Jackson chuckle.
“Well then, I guess we better make a habit of giving you similar wakeup calls.” He winked at her as he started the truck and backed out of the garage.
“Yes, please.” Simone said blushing.
“It amazes me how one minute you can be so shy and quiet and the next, aggressive and so very vocal.” Jackson commented, deepening Simone’s blush at the thought of her passionate cries in the shower not long ago.
“I’m still new to all of this. I was a virgin and completely ignorant to the ways of men not even a full week ago, remember?” Simone looked over at him with raised eyebrows. “I didn’t even know all of this was in me. I thought I was asexual, like a plant.” Simone finished as Jackson guffawed and started to cough trying to restrain his laughter.
“Go ahead, laugh. Ya big jerk!” Simone tried to hide her smile.
Jackson cleared his throat before speaking. “Sorry. I wasn’t trying to make fun.” A few more laughs slipped through and he squeezed his lips together in an effort to contain them. “I just wasn’t expecting you to say that. Asexual…really? As sexually responsive as you are, how could you not have any interest in sex before us?” Jackson asked incredulous.
“I don’t know. It’s like you two woke something up inside of me that was buried down deep. I don’t even know how I managed to contain all of this for so long.” Or how I’ll manage to entomb it once more, if this doesn’t work out, Simone thought sadly, but kept to herself.
“Well, you can’t imagine how happy I am that you chose us. I love watching you discover yourself.” Jackson said honestly.
“I don’t think I had much choice in the matter. You guys are kinda hard to ignore. And you basically coerced me into it.” Simone smiled sweetly.
“Hey, we know what we like. And we go for it. And when it comes to you, we had to have you. There was no question. I’m just glad you didn’t say no.” Jackson clarified, with an unapologetic shrug.
“Oh.” Simone said softly, still amazed that she had attracted such gorgeous men.
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They rode the rest of the way in relative silence. Simone gazed out at the dark landscape as they passed the town and drove deeper into thick forest. Finally a large building with industrial looking large conveyor belts sticking out of it like long legs, came into view. Jackson parked near an entrance. He hopped out of the truck and came around to Simone’s side and opened the door for her.
“So this is it, J.C. Lumber. My pride and joy.” Jackson smirked at her as his arms swept the perimeter of the mill.
“Wow! This is much bigger than I was expecting. How did you come to own all of this?” Simone asked as she took in the area.
“It’s been handed down a few generations. My grandfather started it. Much of the work done by hand. Then my dad took over and modernized it for the time. Brought in nice machinery, making the operation thrive. When he passed away my grandfather had to come out of retirement to take care of the business until I was old enough. Then when I took it over, I’ve been making upgrades to it gradually over the last decade. Making everything more computerized. Come on, I’ll show you.” Jackson said holding out a hand for Simone to take.
Just inside the entrance hung a few hardhats. Jackson grabbed one and placed it on Simone’s head. “Safety first.” He said before dropping a quick kiss on her nose and then placing a hat over his own curls.
As he led her around the mill showing her his legacy, Jackson noticed the not so subtle looks his men gave her. He introduced her to a few, but for the most part kept his distance. The blatant looks of appraisal were already pissing him off. And he didn’t need his workers making comments that would send their asses straight to the unemployment line unnecessarily, in his anger. Jesus! They’re not just my employees, they’re my friends. Fuck…get it together Cole!
For her part, Simone barely noticed the majority of the looks, but when she did catch one of their eyes, she’d just smile shyly. And as she walked away, the men would practically swoon at the shy woman with the brick house body.
Trying to ignore his raging jealousy he guided her outside where trucks filled with freshly cut logs were parked. A huge bulldozer looking thing with giant claws, that Jackson called a log stacker, picked up the logs and dropped them onto a conveyor belt. Following the belt, they went inside were a colossal angry looking contraption stripped the logs of their rough bark. The logs then made their way to a machine that cut the wood into different sized boards.
“What are the different sized boards made for?” Simone asked loudly over the eardrum shattering noise.
“All sorts of things. Regular two-by-fours for construction, smaller boards for hardwood flooring, furniture, cabinetry, and so on. Even the sawdust and woodchips have a purpose. All of the wood gets shipped out to various woodworking companies and shops across Canada and the States.” Jackson bellowed over the noise.
Simone just nodded in awe at the magnitude of the operation and how much responsibility Jackson had, and at such a young age when he started. He took her hand and led her up a flight of metal grated stairs, feeling eyes following them the whole way. He opened the door to a cozy office.
“This is my sanctuary.” Jackson said, closing the thick door behind her and all sound instantly went from a loud roar to a low hum. “I had my office sound proofed. Triple paned windows, overlooking the mill.” Jackson said as he walked over to the large window that looked down over the operation and closed the blinds. “Sound insulated walls and a thick reinforced door. All to block out the deafening machines so I can concentrate when I’m working or having meetings. And…so they don’t hear the screams of a very loud young woman that I’m about to fuck senseless on my desk.” Jackson growled as he locked the door behind him and stalked towards Simone with eyes that had turned into melted silver.
“Um…don’t…don’t you think that that would be a little unprofessional.” Simone said nervously, backing up until her butt hit the edge of the desk. “And besides, didn’t we just have sex about an hour or so ago? Aren’t you tired of me yet?”
“Not even close. And I own the place. I’ll decide what’s professional or not.” Jackson murmured deeply as he placed both arms on either side of her on the desk, caging her in. “I know I’ll probably regret this later, but I’ve always wanted to do this.” Jackson whispered against Simone’s lips, before reaching back behind her and sweeping his arm across the desk, sending stacks of paperwork flut
tering to the floor.
Jackson took off his hardhat and then Simone’s and tossed them across the room. They landed with a soft thump on the couch that faced his desk against the opposite wall. Both large work calloused hands grasped her face and pulled her mouth to his. There were no soft kisses that built up to something more. It was a raging inferno the moment his mouth touched hers.
He crushed her lips to his and his tongue plunged in deeply. He held her so tight to him that she could barely breathe. His stubble abraded her face harshly. The kiss was punishing and almost angry in its intensity. Simone pulled back on a gasp to look up at him questioningly.
“What’s the matter?” Simone asked softly.
“I want you to understand something. You are mine. Xander’s. Ours. No one else. Do you understand?” Jackson asked with a ferocity that scared her.
“What are you talking about?” Simone searched his face nervously. “Who else would I even be interested in? You both overwhelm me as it is, without me adding a third person.” Simone assured him, before becoming angry on her own behalf. “Besides, you don’t own me Jackson, and neither does Xander. I don’t want to be with anyone else, but I sure as hell won’t have you bossing me around and talking to me like I’m some slut. I’m not your last girlfriend, so stop treating me that way!” Simone exploded, pushing at his chest, trying to get some distance. But moving Jackson was like trying to move a brick wall.
The anger and jealousy cleared from his silver eyes, replaced by the insecurity he had tried to hide behind. “God! I’m so sorry, Simone. I didn’t mean to make you feel like anything less than the phenomenal woman I think you are. I just got so worried when all of my men stared at you like a piece of meat. You don’t understand your appeal, but I do. Xander does. And every single one of those fuckers do.” Jackson pointed towards the window that looked down at the mill. “And you haven’t made your decision yet, on whether you’ll stay or not. And just thinking about you leaving and finding someone else rips me apart.” Jackson finished sadly.
