Endangered Hearts

by Jolie Cain

  "Bear down, Abby.” Clay directed.

  "No, no, I can't do this,” Abby gasped, feeling a burn begin in her anal passage as Jack's cock began to enter her.

  "Yes, you can, baby,” Jack encouraged her. “You can do this. Press down, sweetheart."

  Abby stared down into Clay's brown eyes. His hands held her steady for Jack's penetration. “Clay, please. It hurts.” She whispered to him. “Tell Jack to stop."

  "You know Jack loves you, right, Abby?"

  She nodded in agreement, tears brimming in her eyes.

  "He's not going to do anything to hurt you, Abby. Just press down."

  Jack added his gentle command to Clay's. “I swear, Abby, it'll be better soon. Bear down. Now.” His demanding voice reached her as nothing else had, and she did as they said, pressing down against Jack's invading length. He slid in another inch. “That's good, baby. Again."

  Abby followed his instruction, and he finally slid into her completely, his balls bumping against her curved ass. “Yes, angel. Hell, yes."

  Abby cried out at the pain that felt so good. “Jack. Ohmigod, Jack.” Abby had never felt so full, so possessed. Both Jack and Clay remained still, allowing Abby to adjust to the feel of both cocks inside her tight passages.

  "Yes, baby. You're beautiful. Perfect. You feel so good. So fucking tight.” Jack moaned in her ear.

  Clay joined him. “Beautiful, Abby.” He pulled her down to kiss her again passionately, and her body began to relax and accept this new experience. Jack leaned down and braced himself before pulling out again. This time as he sank into her, Clay withdrew, the two of them setting up an opposing pattern of thrust and withdraw. Abby arched up and down, accepting each cock as it entered her, giving her body to the pleasure they offered. Her cunt flooded with her juices, so aroused she couldn't think a coherent thought. As the two men slaked their lusts on her willing body, Abby spiraled further and further out of control. Distantly she could hear her own voice, huskily begging and pleading with the two men to fuck her harder, faster, deeper. She came, a brief, unexpected climax that did nothing to ease her arousal. Instead, it ratcheted up a notch. A tremor began deep inside her. Waves of pleasure trembled over her, again and again. Several more short, hard orgasms jerked through her body. Clay and Jack quickened their pace.

  "Oh, angel, give me more. Yes, look at you. So hot. Give us more.” Jack stroked down her back in a delicious caress.

  She moaned, unable to speak, lost to rapture. Her breath came in short gasps; her eyes lost their focus. It felt as if a hot wire inside her was winding tighter and tighter. How much more pleasure could it take? Then Jack's voice. “Come for us, angel. Come now.” At his words, the wire snapped and she screamed, the sound echoing around the room as she fell into the strongest climax of her life. It rolled over her, pounding like waves beating against a shoreline. Jack's shout of completion was followed closely by Clay's, and they throbbed inside her, emptying their cum into her willing body.

  Jack withdrew from her and fell to the side. Easing her from him, Clay moved Abby to lie between the two men, all three of them limp but pulsing with satisfaction. “Damn,” Clay managed to say.

  Jack just laid a hand on Abby's thigh, squeezing lightly. Abby moaned low in her throat once, and then her eyes flickered shut and she slept.

  * * * *

  Only she and Jack occupied the big bed the next morning. Turning her head, she looked over to meet his clear blue eyes. He smiled and rose over her. “Good morning, angel,” he murmured and leaned down to give her a long, leisurely kiss.

  "Mmm. Good morning to you, too."

  "How are you feeling?” he asked.

  She stretched and felt a few muscles that she hadn't known existed, reminding her of the night she had just spent. “A little achy, but not too bad."

  "Are you sorry, Abby?” Jack asked. Although he knew that Abby had thoroughly enjoyed herself and everything that they had done the night before, he also knew that things done in the heat of passion sometimes seemed different in the light of day.

  She met his gaze head on. “No, I'm not sorry, Jack,” she reassured him, reaching up to caress his cheek, and he turned his face to plant a loving kiss in her open palm. “It's not something that I'd want to do all the time, but I have to confess that it blew my mind. I've never felt anything like that before."

  A relieved expression crossed his face. “Thank God.” His face grew serious. “Do you have any idea how much I love you? You are my life."

  "I love you too. So much it scares me.” They kissed again, gently, and smiled into each other's eyes.

  "Come on, you two lovebirds,” came a call from the kitchen. “Up and at ‘em. Daylight's burning."

  Jack and Abby reluctantly got up and, after showering and dressing, they joined Clay in the kitchen, where he had breakfast already on the table. Abby thought she would feel awkward in Clay's company, but he put her at ease, dropping a quick kiss on her nose before pushing her down into a chair. “Morning, beautiful lady."

  "Hi, Clay. Wow! This looks great."

  "Yeah, hard to believe I've got a great body and I can cook, too."

  She laughed. “Someday you'll make someone the perfect wife."

  He snorted, and Jack laughed. They dug in and had soon polished off their meal. Abby volunteered to clean the kitchen, so the two men walked outside. Their conversation grew serious, going over again the ground that they had covered before and speculating who could be harassing Jack and Abby.

  Clay was the first to notice something wrong. “What is that smell?"

  Jack sniffed and searched the sky. “Hell. Something's on fire!"

  "Damn, you're right. Look.” Clay pointed in the direction of the second cabin, the one in which Abby had been staying.

  "Fuck.” Smoke filled the sky above the area in which the cabin was located.

  Jack ran inside, startling Abby where she stood washing the dishes. “There's a fire at the other cabin, Abby. Do you know how to use a short-wave radio?"

  Abby nodded her head. “Beau taught me to use one on his boat."

  "Great. Contact the sheriff's office and have them call out the volunteers. We're probably going to need some help up here.” Abby dried her hands and turned to go. “And Abby,” Jack's hands grabbed her shoulders, “lock all the doors and don't go outside. I don't know what's going on, but I really don't like this. My gun is in the table by my bed. I want you go get it and lock yourself in the bedroom. I'll come check on you as soon as I can. Do not come out unless Clay or I come and get you. Do you understand?"

  "Yes, Jack. And please, be careful, okay?” She pulled his head down to give him a quick hard kiss. “I love you."

  "I love you too, angel. I've got to go help Clay. Lock up behind me."

  He dashed out the door, and Abby reached down to turn the lock. Then she went to the front door and did the same. The short-wave radio was in Jack's bedroom, so she hurried down the hall and entered the room, shutting and locking the door before turning to the radio.

  "Well, well, well.” Suddenly, a gun was pressed against Abby's back. “What do we have here? Jack's newest little playmate?"

  Abby froze in shock. It was a woman's voice. “That's good. Don't move.” The woman walked around to stand in front of Abby, pistol pointed directly at her stomach. Abby's heart lurched. She recognized her. It was the woman from the picture. Jack's ex-fiancée, Lauren.

  Oh my God. Was this the stalker who had been giving them such hell? The woman looked wild. Her hair was a tangled mess, and her clothes were soiled and torn.

  Lauren looked Abby over, her eyes hard as stone. “What on earth does he see in you? I mean, you're not even that attractive, if you ask me. Unless you go for that lost waif look, and that was never Jack's speed. He's always preferred a more sophisticated woman. Like me.” Her eyes traveled up and down Abby's tense form. “No, I honestly don't know what he sees in you. Except you do seem willing to play his little dirty games with him.” A knowing smile cr
ossed her face. “Yes, you are a little wild tiger in bed, I'll give you that. I mean you sure seemed to like everything he was doing to you that day in the rain. And sharing him with Clay? Well, hell, who would have thought you'd have it in you? A little mouse like you."

  She laughed, a high-pitched, slightly maniacal sound that frightened Abby even more than her words. If this woman was as out of control as Abby feared, there was no telling what she might do. Abby kept an eye warily on the gun clutched in Lauren's hand. “But he'll get tired of you. I mean, there's only so much of your little homespun goodness that he can take before he O.D.'s on all the sugar and spice. Yes, it won't be too long before he'll want me back again. I know Jack. But just in case, I need to make sure that you're completely out of the picture. I wouldn't want him to stay with you out of some misguided sense of honor. That would just never do, don't you agree?"

  She gestured with the gun. “Move over to the bed."

  Abby silently did as she directed, hoping that Clay or Jack would come back to check on her soon.

  "Strip.” Lauren ordered.

  Abby just stared at her blankly.

  "Do it. Strip or I swear I'll put a bullet through your brain right here and now."

  Abby hesitated a moment longer, but when she saw Lauren raising the gun to point at her chest, she grasped the bottom of her shirt and yanked it off. Then she took off her shorts, feeling utterly humiliated and afraid of what was to come.

  "The bra and panties, too, slut. I want to see what has Jack all hot for you. I mean, obviously you've got something going for you."

  Abby closed her eyes briefly but did as commanded. Soon she stood completely nude and trembled as Lauren inspected her slender figure.

  "Hmm. Like I thought. You're nothing special. No, he won't have a hard time forgetting about you once you're not around any longer. You're just not the stuff dreams are made of.” She cocked her head to the side. “Now lay down on the bed."

  "Lauren, can't we talk about..."

  Lauren reached out and grabbed a handful of Abby's hair, yanking back so hard that Abby almost fell down. Then she released her. “Now, fucking get on the bed. No talking. If I want you to say something, I'll let you know."

  Tears filling her eyes, Abby reached up and rubbed her sore scalp. When the gun gestured toward the bed again, she walked over and lay down. Lauren fumbled around in the drawer and found the rope Jack had used on Abby. She smirked. “This looks familiar. Raise your hands.” She climbed onto the bed and efficiently tied Abby to the headboard.

  "Oh, yes. I saw this little game, too. Jack really needs to start closing his curtains if he doesn't want an audience.” She tightened the knots that bound Abby's hands until the rope cut into her wrists, and Abby barely managed to bite back a moan of pain.

  Oh, God. Her only hope was Jack and Clay. Please let them come soon, she prayed silently.

  "Well, there's the pretty little whore, all tied up and nowhere to go.” Lauren laughed and tossed her head. “Tell me, do you like the way Jack touches you? I always did. I loved the way he pinched my nipples and licked my cunt.” She reached out a hand and twisted Abby's nipple, dragging a cry of pain from her. “Did you think what the two of you had was special? Well, guess again.” Lauren laughed, enjoying the sight of the agony that she had inflicted. She reached over and did the same to Abby's other nipple. Abby shook her head and bit her lip, determined not to give Lauren the satisfaction of hearing her cry out again.

  Lauren stepped back. “Hmm. Not bad. Not bad at all. I think I'm beginning to understand Jack's interest in you. You do have some potential.” She reached down and raked her fingernails lightly over Abby's hips, and Abby jerked in reaction. “You know, Jack and I used to share a woman sometimes, back when we were together.” She traced her hand over Abby's abdomen and down towards her pubic hair. “Oh, yes. The little games he has played with you are just the tip of the iceberg with Jack. Hell, who knows? Maybe he wouldn't mind sharing you with me?"

  Abby gasped out, “Please, no."

  Lauren reached out and pinched her again, twisting the nipple viciously and drawing another pained gasp from Abby. “Slut, when I want you to talk, I'll let you know. Remember? What, do you think you're too good for me to touch? His little angel, right? What a joke! You don't look so much like an angel now. You look like the cheap whore you are. You know, I had it all planned.” She grasped Abby by the chin and forced her face up to look into her eyes. “Jack was going to be mine again. Why didn't you just leave when you had the chance? I tried to get you to go, but you just wouldn't take the hint. Oh, no, you wanted to sink your hooks into Jack, didn't you. Well, he's mine, slut. All mine. Do you hear me? Do you?"

  Her voice was getting louder and louder, and she waved the gun around as she spoke, pacing back and forth in the room. Tears began rolling down Abby's cheeks at the thought of never seeing Jack again, and she began feverishly working her wrists back and forth, trying to loosen the knot enough to slip her hand free. Damn, they were just too tight. Then Lauren walked back over to the bed, apparently refocused on Abby, who she seemed to blame for all her current problems. “Spread your legs, cunt."

  Shaking her head, Abby pleaded. “God, please, don't do this."

  "How many times do I have to tell you? No talking. Do it. Spread ‘em. You didn't have any problem opening them wide for Jack. Clay either. Now, do it, bitch.” A palm came down on Abby's thigh with a loud popping sound, leaving behind a stinging red handprint. Then another. And another. She didn't stop until Abby's thighs were burning and bright red.

  Abby was sobbing, but she finally did as she was told and parted her legs slightly.

  "Wider. Let me see Jack's new little pussy.” Reaching down, she shoved Abby's legs further apart, “Come on, now. Don't be shy.” Lauren drew the barrel of the pistol up the inside of Abby's thigh, and Abby sobbed, closing her legs tightly to stop the movement of the cold steel.

  A hard pinch on the nipple. “Open them."

  Trembling fearfully, Abby parted her legs again, and the barrel began moving up to brush over her pubic curls. Abby bit her lip, choking back a cry of protest. “You know, Jack and I were the perfect couple. Yes, perfect. I screwed up. I admit it. I didn't have enough patience to wait for all that lovely money. So I dropped him and picked Robert. But now, my husband has decided to divorce me. Can you believe it? That old bastard, after I let him slobber all over me and fuck me whenever he wanted to. Sweating and hammering away with his pathetic little dick. Who could blame me for getting a little extra loving on the side? God knows, I deserved something after putting up with his boringly vanilla fucking. Surely he didn't really expect that he would be able to keep me satisfied. No, he just didn't have the stamina. Or the imagination. Not like our boy, Jack. Now, he knows how to use that cock of his."

  She rolled her eyes, her tone quite conversational. Abby wanted her to keep talking. The longer she ranted, the better chance that someone would come and find them. “Really, you would have thought I had murdered someone when he found out I'd had a few lovers. He threatened to kick me out. Imagine. Me? Was it my fault that he had a heart attack right in the middle of our argument? And was he grateful for all that I have done for him? No. He's cutting me out, divorcing me, and leaving me with nothing but a measly fifty thousand because of that stupid pre-nup. Just a few more months, Robert would be dead and the money would be mine. Now, Jack's going to get it all. How can that possibly be right? I'm the one who's worked for that money. It's mine. I deserve it."

  She glared at Abby. “I thought I'd lost everything, but then I had an idea. All I had to do was get Jack back. I knew it would be easy. I knew all I had to do was call and he would come running. He is so in love with me, it's really kind of pathetic. So I come here, out to the boonies, to tell him that I'm all his. That once his father is dead, it would be just like before with us. But what do I discover when I get here? Jack's got a new little toy and I have competition. Which wouldn't have been any problem if you'd just gotten
the message that you weren't wanted here and left. But you wouldn't go. No matter what I did. Well, I'm tired of waiting. So I'm just going to have to get rid of you. Nothing personal, you understand? And then once you're gone, Jack will come running back to me. And I will..."

  Suddenly there was a loud pounding on the door. “Abby?” It was Jack. She jumped in surprise and couldn't stop a gasp of relief as she heard his voice.

  Lauren swung around and narrowed her eyes at the door. She leaned down to Abby, swinging the gun up against her temple. Whispering in her ear, Lauren ordered, “Tell him you're fine. Everything's okay."

  Abby swallowed convulsively, licking her swollen lips. Lauren grabbed her hair and yanked back harder than before, twisting the long strands around her wrist until Abby's head was arched painfully back. “Do it, or I'll kill him, and then you, too. Tell him. And you'd better sound convincing."

  "Jack?” Abby spoke huskily, her voice barely above a whisper. She cleared her throat and spoke louder. “Jack, I'm fine. I'm just resting."

  "Open the door, Abby. Let me in.” Jack sounded impatient.

  "Give me a few minutes, okay? I, ah, I just need a little time."

  "Abby, are you sure you're all right?” Concern filled his voice.

  "Yes,” Abby answered, as Lauren rubbed the pistol over her cheekbone, pressing in enough to hurt. “I'm just tired, Jack."

  "Well, at least come to the door and give me a kiss. I've got to get back to Clay. I just want to see you before I go. Make sure everything's all right. He's still over there putting out the fire."

  Lauren looked at her thoughtfully and whispered, “Tell him you'll be there in a minute."

  Abby did as told. Then Lauren released her hair and untied her hands. She let her put on a robe before pushing her in the direction of the door. Following closely behind her with the gun pressed into Abby's back, Lauren whispered her directions. “I'm going to ease open the door. Give him a kiss and tell him you love him, like a good little girl. Then get rid of him. And you'd better not do anything to let him know I'm here, or I'll shoot you where you stand. Him, too. Do you understand me?"