by Sophie Oak
“Not until I tell you to, sweetheart.” He was aware his voice was deeper than before, his manner more formal. “This is my time with you, and I like to do things a certain way. I promise I won’t hurt you, Callie. I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to. I just want you to trust me and give it a chance. Can you do that?”
“Yes.”
He took a firm hold of his desire. “Good, then very carefully get my cock out of my pants.”
Her hands were trembling as she worked the fly of his jeans. He felt his cock jump and twitch, impatient to get out of its cage and into that soft, untutored mouth. No other cock had delved in between those plump lips or had that pert tongue on it. She’d never tasted another man. His balls drew up almost painfully. He sighed as she managed to pull his dick free from his boxers.
“What should I do now?”
So many things went through his brain. He picked the simplest command. “Suck the head, babe. Run your tongue all over it.”
Her tongue came out tentatively. He hissed and fought the urge to force her head down and fuck her mouth. This time was for her. He wanted to let her explore.
“Lick it, babe. That’s right.” Her tongue was a little butterfly running across his cock. She was killing him. Her tongue darted around the engorged head. She instinctively ran around the sensitive ridge. She licked her way up and down with a breathtaking precision as though she was determined not to miss a thing.
“That is very good, Callie.” Praise. He should praise her. “It feels perfect, babe. Now cup my balls and play with them while you suck the head into your mouth.”
She was so obedient, never questioning him. It gave him an enormous sense of control, making him calm and content. He relaxed and let his hands find her hair. She was so fucking gorgeous.
“Holy shit.”
Zane looked up to see Nate staring. He was holding a six-pack of beer and a large pizza. He let the beer drop and tossed the box aside. When Callie started to look up, Zane tightened his hold on her hair. “No, babe. You focus on me. If you don’t like him watching, tell me now.”
Her eyes were on him. “I don’t mind, Zane.”
Her tongue came out and swept up the pre-cum seeping out of his slit. Zane groaned. Callie set back to her task, tasting him, sucking him, driving him completely crazy.
Zane’s eyes met Nate’s. It wasn’t the first time they had shared a woman, but Zane could see the difference. He definitely felt the difference. Callie was special. Nate’s mouth hung open, but there was more than simple lust in his gaze. Zane’s instinct was to tell Nate to get the fuck out. There was a part of him that wanted Callie all to himself. It was surprisingly easy to push the instinct down. Callie enjoyed this. She enjoyed being watched, being shared. She wanted this. And he wanted to please her.
“Pretty, isn’t she?” Zane felt her smile against his hardness. Her tongue explored the base of his cock. If she ever got around to deep throating him, he’d come in a heartbeat.
“She’s gorgeous.” Nate stood to the side. He seemed more tentative than Zane could ever remember. Nate was confident. Nate was the one who plowed through problems. Now he stood watching, looking almost afraid to be on the outside. Zane didn’t like it.
“You want to watch or join in?”
A smile lit his friend’s face. His easy confidence was back just like that. “I’ll watch. It’s a very stimulating scene, but I have to admit, if I were directing the action, I’d love to see how much of that monster of yours she can take.”
That sounded like a fine idea.
“Come up here, babe.” He pulled her up and into his lap. Her mouth was red and swollen. He couldn’t resist cupping the back of her head and bringing her in for a long, slow kiss. He let his mouth slant over hers again and again, enjoying how she let him take control. She gave as good as she got, but she was so soft in his arms. His cock was throbbing, and he hoped he didn’t go off the minute he got inside her. He reluctantly let go of her neck and fished a condom out of his pocket. With less finesse than usual, he managed to get it on. Foreplay. She probably needed more foreplay.
But she was already straddling his hips. He thought about correcting her, but he wanted it too badly. She was testing the limits of his control, and damn if he didn’t mind. The fact that Nate was watching did nothing but make him harder.
“You take what you can,” he whispered against her chest as she started to lower herself onto his waiting cock. He licked at a nipple, happy to have something to focus on other than the tight vise he was being forced into. Fuck, she felt good.
And she was so wet. He let his hand drift to toy with her clit. The little nub was soaked with her cream. Callie shook slightly as she worked her way down.
“Okay, babe?” He didn’t want to hurt her. She was so small, so tight. His hands clutched her hips.
“I’m so full.” Her voice was dreamy and her chocolate eyes slightly glazed. She managed to take him all the way to his balls.
She held herself there. If she didn’t move soon, he was going to take over. He was going to flip her on to her back and pound into her. He would fuck her so long and so deep she wouldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t inside her. Of course, if he kept her like this, he could spread her cheeks and offer her ass to Nate. They could fuck her together.
“Oh, god.” Callie pushed against his shoulders and lowered down again. She fucked up and down so sweetly he knew he was going to give her this. He let his hands drift to the curve of her ass, helping to direct her. His balls brushed that ass and they drew up, ready to go off any minute.
She leaned forward, grinding down on him. He could feel her clit coming into contact with his pelvis with every little twist of her body. Her mouth opened, and she moaned as she came, thrashing her hips around, seeking every sensation to be had.
Then there was only one sensation Zane gave a damn about. Her pussy clamped down on him, and he shot off. He forced her down on him, holding her tight to his body as he emptied what felt like an endless supply of cum.
Callie fell forward into his arms. He hugged her, not minding when he felt Nate’s hand on her back. Callie was happy. She snuggled close. She didn’t seem to mind that he was still tucked inside her body.
Zane looked at Nate over her shoulder and wondered if he sported the same look of slightly afraid wonder on his own face. They were all in trouble.
* * * *
Nate looked down at the girl sleeping in the big bed they had shared for the last two nights. He had never really thought about the whole marriage thing. He was twenty-five years old, and settling down seemed worlds away, but he wondered how his parents would take meeting Callie. Probably as well as they took Zane. They had never thought Zane was a proper friend. He was forever doomed to care about people who didn’t fit into his world. Callie Sheppard wouldn’t be comfortable in his father’s high society any more than Zane was. Any more than Nate was in the end, or he would be starting a job in his father’s company rather than what he was about to do.
It scared the crap out of him. Just looking at her sleeping made him feel like crawling back in with her and wrapping his body around hers. He wouldn’t wake her. She needed the rest but just holding her made him feel good. Callie Sheppard was the funniest, sexiest, sweetest little bundle of femininity he’d ever met. There was only one problem with it. Zane.
Nate shook his head and walked out of the bedroom. It had been the best weekend of his life, but it was hours away from ending. He hadn’t thought about it for the whole weekend, but he had a job to do.
Zane stood in the sitting room of the suite. He had a far-off look on his face. “I need to know something. Why are you doing this? I know why I’m going in, but you have money, man. You don’t need a job. Why would you deliberately risk your life?”
How did he make Zane understand? All of his life he’d been on a path. He’d been bred to wealth. In his parents’ world, a man’s worth was marked by how much money he had and his potential to make
more. His parents never saw him, just the potential to carry on the family name and company.
“I want to make a difference.” Nate wanted to prove he could be more than a rich kid, to his parents, to Zane, to himself. He was going to make a name for himself.
Zane was quiet for a moment. “I don’t want to leave her.”
Damn it. That wasn’t what Nate wanted to hear. He wanted Zane to smile and slap him on the back and tease him about sharing the woman Nate thought he might be able to love. Instead, Zane looked haunted.
They had shared women before but only as fun, wild nights. Nate was under no illusions that anybody lived that way. He wasn’t going to hop into bed with his friend and their shared lover on a nightly basis. But Zane…Zane was the only friend he had in the world. Zane was the one who understood. Zane was the one who had his back no matter what. Zane didn’t give a shit whether he had money or connections. “What are we going to do?”
Zane shrugged. His misery was evident in the slump of his shoulders. Nate felt a kinship. His own heart was heavier than he could ever remember it feeling.
“Leave,” Zane said. “This was a weekend thing. I guess we could both date her, but damn it, I don’t see how this works. Are we supposed to just tell everyone we share a girlfriend?”
Nate said nothing but felt the involuntary tightening of his jaw. He didn’t like it, but the thought of Zane escorting little Callie around without him made him want to beat his friend’s head in. The idea of sharing her hummed through his brain. He liked it. He also knew it wouldn’t work. No one would accept it. Society didn’t work that way. Callie would be called all sorts of names. And Nate had watched how being on the outside of society hurt Zane. He wouldn’t willingly put either of them there.
Zane sighed. “She deserves better than either of us can give her. For god’s sake, Nate, do you remember what we’re doing in a couple of days?”
He didn’t really want to think about it. In a few weeks, they would be in deep cover. Their identities would be gone. Their lives would be put on hold. It wasn’t fair to start something with Callie only to leave her. And she could be in danger if she was close to them. What was he thinking?
“I’ll go wake her up.” It wasn’t a conversation Nate was looking forward to. Either they broke Callie’s heart, or she wouldn’t care, and that might break his.
Zane’s eyes flared. “And tell her what? Hey, we had a good time? No, we head out. It’s better for her. She wasn’t expecting anything. It was a wild weekend. I’ll write her a note. She’s better off without us.”
Thirty minutes later, Nate felt something break inside as he closed the bedroom door. She lay asleep on her side, her arm reaching out. Her palm was up and open. For two nights she’d slept between them. She’d moved from one to the other, always cuddling.
He knew he would miss her for the rest of his life.
“Are you ready?” Zane’s eyes were rimmed with red. He looked toward the door as though he wanted to bust it down.
Nate grabbed his bag. “Yeah.”
The sun was coming up as they drove off. Nate rolled down the window and stared back at the elegant building where he’d learned his capacity to care about a woman was far greater than he’d ever dreamed. Callie had gotten to him, but he couldn’t drag her into the new life he was about to start.
Zane was right. She deserved better.
* * * *
Callie called out for them. She sat up in bed and stretched. Throwing back the covers, she walked through the suite looking for her men. She thought of them as hers now after two days in bed with them. Nate and Zane. She loved the way it felt to snuggle down in between their big bodies. She had never felt as safe and cared for as she did when she slept between them. Her body was sore, but it was a nice thing. She would snag whichever one she found first and have her way with him in the shower.
She walked into the living room and was surprised to find it quiet. Zane usually had the television on ESPN if they weren’t doing something. Nate was the quieter one. Zane was the one who needed something to do.
The little envelope caught her eye, and her heart sank.
Her name was written in masculine writing on the front. With trembling hands, she opened it. Thanks for the weekend. Have a good life.
She should have known. For them, she had just been a good time. They hadn’t said a word about the future. Of course they hadn’t. It was just sex.
And she was in love with two men who didn’t want her anymore.
Callie sat on the sofa and cried. She let out her worry and all of her fears, holding back nothing. After long minutes, she dried her tears, took a shower, and packed her things. Stef would be by to take her home, where she was needed so desperately.
She dressed and sat down to wait. Callie couldn’t blame Nate and Zane for not loving her. Who, besides someone with her lack of experience, fell in love in a weekend? A person couldn’t force themselves to feel something that wasn’t there. They had been kind, and that was all she’d asked for. They wouldn’t know that she would dream about them forever.
When Stefan knocked, she put on a brave face and got on with her life.
Chapter Three
Six Years Later
Nate took a deep breath. He was still getting used to the elevation, but he couldn’t argue with the fact that Bliss, Colorado, was a beautiful place. He looked out at the little town nestled in the Sangre de Cristo Mountains. Everywhere he looked there was a stunning view. Stefan hadn’t lied about that. Nate straightened his tie as he got out of the truck. His boots crunched into the gravel that covered the parking lot of the Bliss County Sheriff’s Office. It was a small building just off Main Street. It was his workplace now.
Shit, why was he so nervous? This was a huge step down, and he was practically shaking at the thought of meeting his staff.
What staff? According to former sheriff Rye Harper, he had an administrative assistant and one deputy. Rye Harper. He had been Bliss’s sheriff for years, but now he was quitting to train horses and spend time with his new wife. Callie had been in love with Rye Harper, but she wasn’t the new wife. Damn, when was he going to forget that girl? He wondered where she was, if she ever came back to Bliss. Would he be sitting in his office one day and have her wander by? What would he do?
He let the thought go. She probably wouldn’t remember them anyway. Callie Sheppard was probably married by now with a couple of kids. She would be thirty-one, and she would have gotten on with her life. She was probably still so pretty it would hurt to look at her.
If he did run into her, he would be respectful. God knew if he hadn’t been good for her back then, he would be poisonous now. He didn’t even know what to call Zane. The thought of Zane back at the cabin sent a weary sigh through him. This plan had better work. If Zane didn’t start getting better, he wasn’t sure what he would try. This was his last shot as far as Nate could see.
It was all gone. His money, their careers, possibly Zane’s future. He had to make this work. There wasn’t another choice. Guilt gnawed at his gut, and he wondered if the sleepless nights were finally catching up with him. He was so tired he just wanted to sleep.
The door to the station house opened, and he was greeted by a tall man with reddish-brown hair and a friendly smile. “Sheriff Wright?”
He nodded. That was his name now. He was the sheriff of a podunk town, and he was grateful for the job. “Yes, you Harper?”
Rye Harper held out his hand, and Nate shook it quickly. So this was the man Callie had loved. What kind of idiot couldn’t love that girl back?
“Welcome to Bliss, Sheriff Wright. We’re really happy you were willing to take the job.” Harper grinned broadly. “Me, especially. If Stef hadn’t convinced you to work out the rest of my term, those bastards were going to hold me to my contract. Can you imagine that? I didn’t know the people here knew what a contract was. Anyway, I’m sure you’ll like it here. It’s pretty quiet. Come on inside, and I’ll introduce you.”
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br /> Nate wasn’t so sure he’d like it anywhere. He might have passed the point in his life where he could have been happy. Still, he followed, his feet moving out of habit. It had been like this for months, ever since the day Zane’s cover had been blown and their world went to hell. He forced himself to move through his days.
Rye Harper was talking as he walked through the door. “I’ll be around if you need anything, but Callie can run this place with one hand tied behind her back, so I don’t expect you’ll have any trouble.”
“What?” He heard the words come out of his mouth, but his attention was focused on one thing and one thing only.
“Nate?” Callie stood by the front desk. She was slightly older, but more beautiful than he remembered her. She was wearing a prim little skirt and a sweater that hid her curves, but he knew they were there. He dreamed about them at night. Every woman he’d slept with since couldn’t measure up. Just like that, he could feel her hips under his hands, tracing her skin while she moved over him. Nate was stopped completely in his tracks. The world seemed to narrow down to that one face. A little bit of panic threatened to take over. Callie was here. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest.
“You two know each other?” Rye was looking between them.
“Stef introduced us a long time ago,” Callie said softly. She was wearing glasses. She hadn’t worn them before. He wanted to strip them off, along with that shapeless sweater.
“A long time ago.” Nate tried to recover. It would look bad to break down in front of his staff on his first day on the job. His mental breakdown could surely wait a week or two. He nodded briskly and put on a purely professional front. “Hello, Callie. It’s good to see you again. I hope you’re well.”
