Bobbi Jo in Ecstasy [Siren Publishing Ménage Amour]

by Robin Gideon

  “You came,” Bobbi Jo said to the two men she loved, and then realized that her simple comment could be misinterpreted. She could feel herself blush. “That…um…I didn’t mean anything salacious by that.”

  Jacob smiled, and his gaze went up and down over her, and then there was a hardness in his eyes that she seldom saw. The change was abrupt and complete.

  “You’re going to stop wearing miniskirts and halter tops,” Jacob said, quietly and slowly. “That’s all a part of your past.”

  Bobbi Jo squared her shoulders. She wasn’t inclined to let anyone—not even the men she loved—tell her what she could or could not do. Especially not when it came to her earning money so that she could leave Williston forever.

  “You called us here,” Caleb said. “Why?”

  “I…I thought we should put an end to our arguing, and get on with our lives. I know I haven’t been…a romantic partner to the two of you since our time on the yacht.” She closed her eyes for a moment, fighting to find the certainty that she had known when she was alone in her room. “Since we agreed to give this crazy ménage a trios a serious try, all we’ve been doing is sniping at each other. Instead of making love, all we’ve been doing is finding fault with each other.”

  She watched as the men mentally digested what she was saying. Their gazes often darted over to Ariel. Out of the corner of her eye, Bobbi Jo could see that her friend had stepped away from the door and was now standing within arm’s distance.

  “What are you suggesting?” Caleb asked, his voice low, his eyes hooded.

  “Make love, not war,” Bobbi Jo said, a smile touching her lips.

  “Right here?” Caleb asked, clearly shocked at the suggestion.

  “Right now,” Bobbi Jo added.

  She put her palms on their chests, stepping closer. To feel the crispness of their fresh, white shirts sent a tiny thrill through her. She looked up at her men, fighting for the courage to go through with a very public seduction.

  If Ariel could do it, so can I. It’ll excite Caleb and Jacob. My panties are damp just from thinking about what I want to do to them.

  She brought her fingertips lightly down their shirtfronts, scratching them lightly with carefully manicured fingernails. Both men caught her wrists before she could get below their belt buckles. She pouted like a petulant child.

  “Bobbi Jo, let’s go home,” Jacob said quietly but forcefully.

  “I’ve still got the rest of my shift to finish, and I need the money.” Her gaze went from Jacob’s eyes down to his belt. The memory of being bound with that very same belt made her tremble briefly. “This doesn’t have to be a marathon. Just a little something special so that we’re loving instead of fighting.” She tugged and freed her wrists, and then brought her hands to the halter’s knot between her breasts. Both men stared at her hands as she unknotted the blouse, and then opened it to reveal her breasts. Both men inhaled sharply. “It’s been a while since you’ve touched me. Why deny yourself the pleasure that I’m obviously more than willing to give you.”

  “God, you’re gorgeous,” Caleb said, speaking the words with the sincerity of a prayer.

  “Just stand there and let me take care of everything.” She sank to her knees in front of her men. “We’ll do our loving properly when I home tonight. This is just to smooth out the sharp edges.”

  Ariel stepped closer, almost standing near Bobbi Jo’s hip.

  I think she’s more excited right now than I am.

  The thought made Bobbi Jo grin as she reached for the tabs of two zippers. She began tugged them down slowly.

  Then she heard the bathroom door open, and a high-pitched, feminine voice shouted at high volume, “Oh, my God! What’s going on in here?”

  * * * *

  The next few minutes were nothing less than a nightmare for Bobbi Jo. She didn’t know the woman who had caused all the hysteria. She was the big sister of two oil rig workers who was visiting to see how her little brothers were faring so far from home. Ariel had messed up by moving away from the door, but she had inadvertently positioned herself so that she blocked the woman’s view of Bobbi Jo on her knees with breasts bared.

  Caleb and Jacob made a hasty exit through the back door of Wings & Things.

  Ariel laughed so hard she nearly peed her panties. Actually, she did a little bit.

  It took about twenty minutes for patrons to go back to their food and drink, some of them buying the story that appearances can be misleading, others giving Bobbi Jo some serious looks.

  “I guess I wasn’t meant to be an exhibitionist,” Bobbi Jo whispered to Ariel. “I’ll never do anything ever again anything like that.”

  “You’ve done nothing wrong,” Ariel assured her. “And it worked. Your men aren’t angry any more. And I’ll bet tonight you’re in for some serious hours of hot loving.”

  * * * *

  They were intimate that night, but since then, the bickering started all over again.

  I love them. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to let them make every decision for me.

  She pulled off the highway into the parking lot of Wings & Things. She really didn’t want to work the afternoon shift. She wanted to sit down and talk calmly and rationally to Jacob and Caleb about the life they said they wanted to live together. Nagging each other about who was going to be in charge, who was going to make the decisions, wasn’t doing any of them any good.

  She parked in the very back of the lot. All employees were supposed to park as far away from the front entrance as possible so as to leave as many parking spaces as possible close to the entrance for the customers.

  We can get through this. When they said they loved me, they meant it. I know they did.

  “Hello, cunt.”

  So deep in her own thoughts was Bobbi Jo that it took a moment before the words, and what they meant, registered in her consciousness.

  She started to turn, but it was already too late. A big, callused hand clamped over her mouth from behind, and an arm whipped around her midsection and tightened like a steel cable. An instant later she was lifted off her feet. Panic exploded in her chest, and she tried to scream, but no sound could escape the big palm pressed tightly over her mouth.

  It was the Culver clan, she saw. Since she recognized the three that were in front of her, it meant that Andy, the oldest sibling, was the one who was holding her. He had been the one to taunt her, insulting her before taking her captive.

  She kicked and tried to strike out with her fists, but the other brothers grabbed her by the wrists. A moment later, she was hauled into the back seat of an ancient SUV. Jimmy was at the wheel, and Andy was in the back seat with her, his left hand still over her mouth, his right hand trying to get under her tank top as the vehicle kicked up gravel and dust, and left the parking lot.

  Chapter 14

  Whatever the issues are, we can get past them, Jacob thought as he drove his Lexus down the highway, headed for Wings & Things. She’s just got to keep an open mind and not be so damned pigheaded. This is as new to Caleb and I as it is to her.

  His cell phone rang, and he pulled it out of the breast pocket of his shirt.

  “This is Jacob,” he said.

  Caleb’s phone rang, and he, too, answered it.

  Jacob wasn’t interested in his conversation. It was from one of the oil rig managers, and he was complaining about his profit margin going down when he had to pay over-time during the week, and then triple-time for workers on Sunday.

  None of this interested Jacob. They all had the same issues, so why complain about them?

  Suddenly, Caleb killed the telephone’s connection, turned to Jacob, and shouted, “The Culver brothers have kidnapped Bobbi Jo. They grabbed her at Wings & Things.”

  “How long ago?”

  “It just happened.”

  “They can’t have gone far.”

  Jacob looked at his phone, thinking what to do, and his diverted attention nearly caused him to drive off the highway. He braked hard a
nd pulled a U-turn. Wings & Things was seven or eight miles away. On the straight, flat highways of western North Dakota, he could cover that distance in minutes. But where were the Culvers headed?

  Caleb used the speed dial, and a moment later he was talking to a nearby wildcatter.

  “Abe, listen to me and don’t argue because this is life and death. That bastard Andy Culver and his brothers have kidnapped Bobbi Jo…Yeah, the cute blonde at Wings & Things. This is what I need you to do. Have your men get in their trucks start setting up roadblocks. They can’t be too far away yet. Call the other outfits and have them do the same.”

  Clever, little brother, Jacob thought. There could be a hundred trucks blocking the roads in just a couple minutes.

  He stomped on the accelerator, and the big V-8 engine roared as the SUV screamed down the highway, headed, he hoped, toward the woman he loved.

  * * * *

  Andy was just about to rip open Bobbi Jo’s blouse when Jimmy, driving the getaway vehicle, said, “What the fuck’s going on?”

  Bobbi Jo was trying with every ounce of strength she had to keep Andy’s hands off her, but he was much stronger than she. He had already briefly squeezed both of her breasts, but he found it disturbing that she was wearing a modest though tight-fitting blouse, a bra, shorts rather than a miniskirt, and instead of her usual sexy high-heels, she had on white leather jogging shoes.

  “Andy! Andy! What the fuck’s going on?” Jimmy’s voice suggested a man just seconds away from panicking.

  Despite the allure of having Bobbi Jo trapped in the back seat with him, Andy lifted his head and looked through the windshield. He saw six or seven pickups racing along on crossing gravel roads that fed into the highway. Then, suddenly, three of the trucks drove off the gravel road, one from the east and two from the west, and came to a screeching stop, completely blocking the highway.

  In the distance, Andy saw more vehicles driving fast, very fast. Andy didn’t know what was going on, but he didn’t want any part of it. That was the one thing he was certain of.

  “Turn around. Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

  Jimmy cranked hard on the wheel, drove down into the ditch, and stepped hard on the accelerator. The vehicle fishtailed in the ditch, got traction, and a moment later they were driving fast in the direction from which they’d just come.

  “I don’t fucking like this,” Andy said. The crossroads came at one mile intervals, and every time they passed one, he saw at least two or three vehicles driving fast, or already blocking off the gravel roads. “What’s going on?”

  He looked at Bobbi Jo. She seemed scared, and he liked that. He only wished he had time to fuck her right there in the back seat, in front of his brothers, before he let them have a go at her.

  But first he had to figure out why it seemed like road blocks were being set up, which he didn’t like one little bit.

  He looked at Bobbi Jo and reached for her breast, but she slapped his hand away.

  “I’ll deal with you later,” Andy promised. “You’ll get yours. Don’t think that you won’t.”

  * * * *

  Caleb’s phone rang. “They were just spotted near Singer’s Pass—“ He recognized the voice of a competitor wildcatter. “We’re headed there now,” Caleb practically shouted into the cell phone. “Keep them bottled up and keep making calls. The more guys we got on the roads, the more chance we have of rescuing Bobbi Jo!”

  “I heard,” Jacob said, turning hard off the tarred highway onto a gravel side road. “I know of a shortcut.”

  * * * *

  Bobbi Jo looked over the front seat at the speedometer of the SUV. They were traveling at ninety miles an hour. She’d been a kidnap victim for just a little over ten minutes. She had from gone from borderline mindless panic, to confusion, but now confidence was creeping into her consciousness. The more confused and frightened her captors got, the more confident she became.

  My men did this. They mobilized this army.

  On the gravel road a half mile ahead, she saw trucks, cars, and SUVs coming from east and west, moving at a high speed, kicking up dust on the gravel road. They came skidding to a halt, effectively blocking any effort to get off the highway.

  “I do not goddamned like this,” Andy said. He had his hand on Bobbi Jo’s thigh, touching her through her jeans, but he had stopped trying to grope her breasts. “Where the hell did all these guys come from?”

  By the time they passed the intersecting gravel road, several of the drivers were out of their trucks. As the SUV with Bobbi Jo in it roared by, she could see that several of the men were talking on cell phones.

  Every man who works on an oil rig must be out here looking for us.

  Bobbi Jo felt like screaming with joy, but she knew she mustn’t antagonize her kidnappers. For the last couple minutes, it seemed as though Andy had forgotten all about her, all his thoughts focused on escaping this high-paid but still blue-collar armada.

  “We gotta get off this highway,” Andy said to his brother. “Those guys were all talking on cells. Who the hell could have gotten them all out so fast?”

  Bobbi Jo knew she should keep her mouth shut, but she couldn’t help herself. She said softly, “You know that answer to that. Don’t you, Andy? You do.”

  He looked at her, and there was murder in his eyes. He took his hand off her thigh, pulled up his shirt, and jerked a blue snub-nosed revolver from the waistband of his jeans.

  “See this? If you think I’m letting those assholes put me in prison again, you’re wrong!” He leaned close so that his face was only a few inches from hers. Bobbi Jo felt her heart sink. The confidence she had experienced vanished in an instant. “Dead…fucking…wrong. Get my meaning?”

  She nodded, tried to speak but couldn’t, and then nodded again.

  He’s a madman. He’s just crazy enough to kill me out of spite.

  She looked up ahead and saw a big, red SUV driving horizontal in the grassy ditch, speeding past four pickup trucks blocking the gravel road. Bobbi Jo recognized Jacob’s Lexus in an instant. The SUV either hit a divot in the ditch, or a big bump of some sort. Bobbi Jo’s heart skipped a beat when she watched the wheels of the vehicle bounce up high enough that, even from a hundred yards away, she could tell it had gone airborne.

  A moment later, the Lexus was on the highway, and headed straight at Andy’s SUV.

  “Off road, Jimmy. The only way we’re going to get away from all these bastards if to go through the fields.”

  Without hesitation, Johnny pulled hard on the steering wheel, turning off the highway. As the vehicle went into the ditch, it, too, went airborne. When it landed, Bobbi Jo could hear the vehicle’s shocks bottom out from the impact. She was thrown forward, striking the back of the front seat with her head solidly enough so that for a moment she was dazed.

  They turned into a corn field. The sound of the SUV smashing over six-foot-high stalks of corn was deafening.

  “Ha! Ha! Ha!” Andy cackled with joy. “Keep on driving, brother! They’ll never cut through this corn. It’ll ruin all those fancy new pickups, and destroy thousands of dollars’ worth of crops!”

  Bobbi Jo looked at Andy’s profile. His eyes were bright, alive…and maniacal. He and his brothers were cutting a six foot wide swath through a corn field that only in a matter of weeks would have been harvested. The destruction of other people’s property, the excitement of being chased when he was suddenly sure that he would escape, and the reality that he had kidnapped a beautiful woman, was so clearly written in his expression that Bobbi Jo wondered how she hadn’t realized he was insane earlier than this.

  The front windshield suddenly cracked, sending spider webs from one side of the window to the other, obscuring the ability to look out. Ears of corn snapping off the stalks had hit the windshield just right, Bobbi Jo thought.

  “Keep on goin’, Johnny,” Andy urged. “There’s no way in hell those fancy-assed pickups are going to follow us.”

  Bobbi Jo looked out the bac
k window. Less than fifty feet away a red Lexus SUV was following, and making better time, not only because it was a much newer and more powerful vehicle, but also because it didn’t have to smash down a six foot wide section of corn every inch it traveled. Andy’s SUV was doing that for him.

  Come on, guys, you can do it. I know you can. I have faith in you.

  * * * *

  Jacob had pulled within twenty feet of Andy’s rusted Ford. Driving through the corn field was making a hell of a racket, and he could only imagine how loud—and damaging—it was to be the lead vehicle. He saw her in the back seat.

  How can I stop them without putting Bobbi Jo in even more danger? he thought. I might be able to disable the vehicle by ramming it, but what if it kicks sideways and starts to roll?

  He looked down at his speedometer. They were going just over fifty miles an hour through a field of tall corn. Nothing in his life—and certainly nothing since oil had been found on his property—could prepare him for doing something like this. He felt a sense of fury that someone as insignificant as Andy Culver and his pathetic brothers should have such a profound impact on Bobbi Jo’s life, his own, and his brother’s.

  Caleb was trying to use his phone, but with the corn stalks, even though they’d already been down, hammering against the undercarriage of the Lexus, there was too much noise for him to hear what was said.

  “This empties out onto Logan Road,” Caleb said, shouting to be heard above the din “I can’t see a thing, but this field’s got to be coming to an end pretty soon.”

  Jacob heard a frightening sound, but didn’t recognize it at first with all the other noise. Then he watched as the Ford’s rear window shattered. Inside, he could see a very frightened Bobbi Jo, and Andy.