by Jolie Cain
After they sat down with him and ordered coffee, Jack asked, “Did you get in touch with your associate?"
Clay answered affirmatively. “None of the people on your agent's list sent up any red flags. And I've got some more news for you. Davenport is with his girlfriend. Apparently, he drove up to see her in Florence several days ago and they made up. My guy said there's no way he could have been the one who's been causing the problems here in Stone Hill. He says when she split with him, he lost it for a little while. He claims he's been trying to get in touch with you to apologize, but you wouldn't return any of his calls.
Abby sat back, amazed. Even though they had talked about the possibility, she hadn't really considered that it could have been anyone else besides Scotty. “But, who is it, then? Clay paused for a moment. “I want to ask you guys something.” Looking very serious, he continued, “Is it possible that this person is after you, Jack, and not Abby?"
The question stunned both of them. Jack answered. “Me? Why on earth would anyone be after me? I've lived practically like a hermit for the past two years."
Clay reminded him of something he hadn't even thought of. “But your dad is in bad shape, Jack. You stand to inherit quite a lot of money, not to mention the electronics company. I think that either of those could be powerful motives. Who would benefit most if something happened to you?"
"No,” Abby burst in. “The things that happened, they happened to me, not to Jack."
"True,” said Clay. “But if someone has been watching you, he might think that you were the quickest way to get to Jack."
Jack broke in, “It never occurred to me that this might be connected to me. Like I said, I can't imagine who it would be. I don't even know who's in charge of the company these days. Maybe someone there doesn't want me back. Hell, I figured my father had probably cut me out of his will after I left. I just don't know."
"Well, I think it's something we should look into. In the meantime, I've got a few other ideas of my own I'm checking out."
"Like what?” Jack wanted to know.
"I'd rather not say right now. Let me check some things out first, okay?"
"All right. But you'll let me know the minute you find out anything?"
"Absolutely."
They finished their coffee and exited the café. As they stood on the sidewalk outside, Clay told them, “I'm going to stay in town for a while longer, see if I nose around a little.” His eyes shifted to Abby. “I'll be back up in an hour or so."
She held his gaze, knowing his thoughts were on the night ahead with the three of them together. A shiver of anticipation danced over her skin at the promise in his eyes.
* * * *
Abby was taking a shower when Clay arrived back at the cabin. Jack sat on the front steps petting Bear, who lay on the porch beside him. “Hey, man, find out anything interesting?"
Clay stopped by him and knelt to pet the dog, which sniffed his hand and then nuzzled against it, uninhibitedly pleading for more attention. “Good boy, Bear.” Bear's tail flopped back and forth on the blanket.
"Not much. Just the description of this woman who broke down. I couldn't find her, but according to the desk clerk at the Azalea Inn, she's a pretty high-class sort for this small town. Something just stuck me as a little off. She didn't sound like an Elvis fan to me. Of course, it takes all kinds, I guess. I'll check her out some more tomorrow. Maybe meet with her myself and see what she's like and exactly why she's here."
Jack grunted in reply, letting his eyes focus on the distant mountains. “I hate this waiting around and not knowing anything. And it's damn hard on Abby."
"I know. But that's just the way these cases go. Most of the time it's hurry up and wait. You move forward an inch at a time. So, are we still on for tonight?” he asked, changing the subject to something much more pleasant.
Jack smiled. “Abby's showering now. She wanted to be sure she was ready for us."
"Well, let me get my things out of the SUV. Is there an extra bedroom where I can store my stuff?"
"Sure. Come on."
Moving on into the house, they put Clay's things into the spare bedroom. Jack went back to the porch and brought Bear in. They had made him a pallet in the mudroom, and Jack put him in there with some food and water. By the time Abby emerged from the back, the men had discussed their plans for the coming night. Their top priority was to make Abby comfortable and to keep her from panicking and canceling on them.
Abby walked hesitantly into the room wearing a pair of shorts and a halter top, her hair pulled into a ponytail high on her head that made her look about sixteen.
"You guys hungry? I could whip us up some spaghetti."
"That sounds great, angel.” Jack responded with a reassuring smile.
"Right. Well, ah, I'll just be in the kitchen."
By the time Abby called them to come and eat, she was a nervous wreck. She could not get the coming night off her mind. The spaghetti stuck in her throat, but the guys seemed to enjoy it, finishing off a couple of helpings each. They all pitched in to clean up the mess, and soon the kitchen was sparkling clean.
Abby was wiping off the counter when Clay walked up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. “Thanks for a great meal, Abby.” He bent and placed a gentle kiss on the nape of her neck, and she froze. He stroked down her bare arms and stepped closer, every inch of him from chest to thigh in close contact with her body. Warm heat began spreading over her as he bent his head to kiss her neck again, on the side this time, his five-o'clock shadow scratching over her tender skin and sending chills down her spine. At first she held herself still, uncomfortably aware of Jack's presence nearby. Then she forced herself to relax against Clay and felt his hardness rubbing against her rear.
Abby turned her head and saw Jack standing across the room watching them with a rapt expression on his face. So this was it, thought Abby. Amazingly, her nervousness had faded away, replaced instead by a hungry eagerness to experience all these two beautiful men could offer her. Jack licked his lips, meeting her eyes with the fiery blue of his own, obviously excited to see what Clay was doing to her.
Clay's hands moved up to brush the underside of her breasts through the cloth of her top, then slid up to easily find her tight nipples, which he pinched lightly. She moaned at the arousing combination of Clay's hands moving over her and Jack's lustful stare. Grasping her shoulders, Clay turned them both around so that they faced Jack head on. Jack's hand dropped to stroke over the swollen flesh rising behind his zipper. His hands unfastened his pants and reached in, drawing his cock out and taking it in a firm grip. His eyes never left Abby and Clay while his hand played up and down over his erection.
"I think Jack likes what he's seeing, darlin'.” Clay's husky voice slid into her ear and straight to her cunt. His mouth nuzzled against Abby's hair as he untied the straps of her shirt and eased it off. She hadn't worn a bra so her breasts fell free and unrestrained into Clay's hands, and he began squeezing them and tugging the peaks over and over, until they stood out red and swollen against her pale skin. Abby's head fell back against Clay, and he traced a slow line down her abdomen. He unbuttoned her shorts and pushed them down until they fell to the floor. She was left in nothing more than a brief white thong that rode high on her hips. Jack stepped forward as Clay's hand disappeared down into the front of her panties. His eyes bore into hers as he approached.
When he was within a couple of steps of Abby and Clay, Jack stopped, his eyes focused on the hand between her legs as it worked against her but remained hidden by the white nylon. He looked up to meet her stare before kneeling in front of her. He clasped the sides of the thong in his hands and dragged it down her legs, slowly revealing the erotic sight of Clay's hand as it stroked against her swollen cunt lips. “You're so sexy, angel.” Clay's finger slid around her clit in a teasing motion, close but never quite touching the hard nub. Her hips responded to the manual stimulation by trying to press forward, circling and arching towards his hand. Jack
seemed almost hypnotized, his eyes following each caress.
Then Clay brought his hand back up to cup her breasts, and Jack leaned in to lick over the wetness that Clay's hand had drawn from between her legs. Abby moaned, a low, plaintive sound, and thrust herself against his face, grasping his head between her hands and entangling her fingers in his thick black hair. Jack apparently took that as a signal because he attacked her cunt with his mouth, licking and biting and sucking. He drew one leg up over his shoulder to spread her more for his delectation. At the same time, Clay devoted his attention to her breasts, continuing his earlier tugging and squeezing, his face buried in her neck, his teeth scraping over her pulse.
Abby was overwhelmed by all the feelings that were building inside her. Her moans increased in volume, and she could feel her climax approaching rapidly. Clay whispered against her skin. “Yeah, honey, oh, yeah. You like this, don't you? You were made for this.” Then he bit down on her neck just as Jack drove his tongue into her straining tunnel, fucking her with his mouth. The orgasm broke over Abby like a tidal wave, her scream of pleasure echoing around the kitchen and her limbs giving out completely. She would have fallen if Clay had not wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. “That's it, baby. Come for us. Yeah. Just like that."
Jack rose from his kneeling position to press an open-mouthed kiss against Abby's lips, and she tasted herself on his lips. He caught her up in his arms, turning, and gently set her down on the table. Pressing her down until she lay flat, Jack maneuvered Abby until her hips hung slightly over the edge. When he had her positioned just right, he stepped to the side and Clay took his place. Abby, flushed with her climax, could do nothing more than gaze up at the man who stared down at her moist sex. He knelt down. “I can't wait to taste you, too, Abby.” Then his mouth was on her, working over her labia and stabbing up into her. While Clay continued plundering her feminine softness, Jack quickly stripped himself. He stepped to the side of the table and climbed up, straddling Abby's face, and she stared up enthralled at his swollen cock.
"Open up, angel. I want you suck me while Clay eats you.” Abby's lips parted, and Jack pressed his arousal into her mouth. Hungrily she sucked on the plum-shaped head all the while arching into Clay's eager tongue that had set up a fast rhythm in her aching pussy. Jack leaned forward slightly, forcing more of himself into her mouth. “Yes, baby. I want to fuck your face. Open wide. Wider. Yes, that's so good.” Jack began easing his cock in and out of her mouth, setting up a steady motion, pushing himself deeper down her throat with each stroke. Abby had one hand clasped around Clay's head and the other grasped tightly onto Jack's buttocks as he repeatedly rocked himself into her.
When Clay quit his ministrations, she moaned in dismay, trying to push his head back to her pussy, but he resisted her. His hand replaced his mouth, and she felt his finger enter her. Soon a second finger followed, and he pumped in and out. His mouth returned to her clit, suckling and stroking until she exploded into a second orgasm. She heard the sound of a zipper and paper tearing and realized Clay was putting on a condom. Moments later, she felt the head of his penis press against her cunt, and then he surged inside. Gasping with the force of his thrust, she momentarily lost focus. She looked up at Jack and could tell from his expression that he knew Clay had begun fucking her. A shiver slid down her spine at the look of total heat in his expression.
"Take me deeper, baby.” She felt Jack's cock banging against the back of her throat and swallowed, pulling another inch of him into her mouth. “Yes, that's it. God, that's so good. Suck harder. Jesus. I'm going to come, angel.” Suddenly his cock erupted, spraying his cum down her throat, and she eagerly swallowed the salty-sweet juice, glorying in the taste of him. He kept thrusting and thrusting until she had sucked down the last drop. He pulled out of her mouth and dropped a kiss onto her upturned face. “That was so good, Abby."
Shifting his body, he slid himself around until he was propping her up so they could watch Clay fucking her pussy. “You don't know what a turn on this is, angel. Just look at him fucking that tight little cunt of yours.” He reached around with both hands to cup her breasts and stroke her nipple, tweaking and pinching, adding to Abby's frantic excitement. “Watch him, angel. Watch him take you.” As Clay slid in and out of her, she saw her own juices making his cock glow. Clay grinned up at them, tightening his hold on Abby.
"God, your cunt is so tight and wet, Abby. You feel so good. No wonder Jack can't get enough of this hot pussy.” Clay gasped out the words as he continued to pound his cock into her. His thrusts became shorter and harder until he finally exploded into her, bellowing out his release.
Abby felt limp. “Are you okay, angel?” Jack leaned over her and caressed her cheek as Clay pulled himself from her body.
She smiled tremulously up at him and whispered. “I'm fine, Jack. You were right. I've never felt like this before."
"I'm glad, sweetie, but you're talking like it's over.” He kissed her. “We're just getting started, right Clay?"
"Damn right,” Clay responded. Abby looked down to where he stood between her legs, his cock still erect and a naughty grin lighting his features.
Jack slipped from the table and scooped Abby up in his arms while Clay followed them. They walked into the bedroom where Clay stripped the covers back from the bed, moving over so that Jack could deposit Abby in the center. Clay and Jack lay on either side of her, Jack's arm encircling her waist. Clay dropped a kiss on her shoulder.
"What now?” Abby wanted to know. She couldn't believe that she had ever been nervous. She felt so relaxed and comfortable lying between the two men.
"Now we're going to take a little breather and rest. Believe me, angel, you're going to need it before this night is done.” Jack told her.
Clay just grinned.
Abby couldn't wait.
* * * *
Outside the cabin, a shadow slid away from the kitchen window. “Damn that bitch. It's time to end their little party. It won't be long now. She thinks she's so hot, with two men panting after her ass, but she'll soon find out that she's just a stupid little cunt.” The rasping voice muttered as the figure crossed the clearing and entered the woods. Over and over the voice repeated. “Stupid little cunt. Stupid little cunt.” Then the darkness of the forest closed around the dark form and muffled all sound.
Chapter Ten
The warm feel of hands brushing over her pubic hair woke Abby. Keeping her eyes closed, she turned toward the movement, spreading her legs to the invading touch. Skillful fingers pressed up into her channel as wetness seeped from her core, and she whimpered, wanting more. A delicate lick stroked across her nipple, a hand caressing her other tightly beaded tip. From behind her, another hand massaged her buttocks, another tongue explored the crevice between the soft mounds. Abby whimpered again, craving the dark touches. Her eyelids fluttered up and her vision filled with the top of Clay's head as he feasted on her breasts and his hand played between her thighs. She realized then that it was Jack's touch she felt on her bottom, his mouth moving closer and closer to that most forbidden spot, the spot that he had sworn earlier that he would claim for his own. Then she felt the first, delicate rasp across the sensitive tissue.
Clay lifted his head and stared into her eyes. His hands shifted and he rolled to his back, pulling Abby away from Jack until she lay fully stretched over his body. Pulling her face down, he kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring all the hidden crevices of her mouth. Then he pushed her up until she straddled him, his cock standing at rigid attention before her. His hand reached across to the nightstand where he found another condom, and he gave it to Abby, who opened it quickly and rolled it over his straining member. She put out a hand to encircle his swollen cock, and he gasped out a moan, arching up into her hand. “God, yes, Abby. Again.” She complied with his request, stroking up and down with a firm grasp. “Ride me, honey.” He lifted her into position, and she sank down, engulfing his cock inside her tight tunnel. She moved up and down at the direction
of his hands, utterly at the mercy of his demands. Jack moved on the bed, reaching over to pull something out of the drawer in the bedside table. It was a tube of lubricant, and Abby's eyes widened in apprehension. She knew what he wanted. He had told her before. He wanted to fuck her ass. But ... both of them? At the same time? God, could she take two men at once?
She stilled on Clay's body, apprehensive about what was going to happen. But he pulled her down onto his chest and whispered in her ear. “Shh, honey. It'll be fine. Just relax. You can do this. I know you can take us both. I swear we wouldn't do anything to hurt you.” Then he kissed her again, his tongue mimicking the movements of his cock in her cunt.
She felt the coldness of the lube as Jack squeezed it onto her ass and proceeded to work it over the tightly puckered rosette. His finger traced around the hole before pressing forward, penetrating her as he had done previously. In and out, he pushed the single digit, finally adding a second finger. With Clay's cock already invading her cunt, the fingers inside her asshole gave her a feeling of aching pressure. Jack twisted and turned his fingers, stretching her more until he added a third. Now she really felt full, riding the cusp between pleasure and pain. “Jack, God, Jack. No more.” Yet even as she spoke, her body arched into his motions in contradiction to her words. Clay raised his hips in time with Jack's hand, and Abby responded, moaning and thrashing her head from side to side as she moved with their rhythm. It felt so good. They continued until Abby begged, “More. Give me more. Please, oh, please."
Jack pulled his fingers from Abby. She looked back in protest and then saw him grab the tube of lubricant to smother his cock with the slick gel. She turned back to Clay who pulled her down to kiss her, momentarily distracting her. Then she felt Jack probing with his blunt hardness against her tight opening. As the pressure built she instinctively tried to draw away, but Clay held her steady, murmuring words of reassurance. Using his hands, he separated the cheeks of her ass to give Jack more room. Firmly, Jack continued to press forward.
