Angel and Joaquin taught him first to respect the horses and to stay away from all the vehicles. That was another reason they’d gotten him his own little tractor because the vehicles and heavy equipment were off limits unless he was in their arms. He wanted to be with them as much as possible and so he respected and listened to their instructions.
* * * *
They’d been home from the honeymoon for almost a month. It was a tight fit in the two-bedroom house, but they were making it work for now. Jack and Angel were planning to sit down soon and draw up plans for a new house.
Her work at Stigall’s continued on at the usual pace. Angel and Joaquin made sure she knew that it was not necessary that she continue on at Stigall’s but that if she enjoyed her job, they didn’t mind if she kept it.
She still felt amazement at times that they preferred to have Michael with them and not in daycare while they worked and that he obeyed their rules so readily. Teresa questioned why they didn’t expect her to contribute toward living expenses, and Angel told her it was important to them that they were able to provide her everything she needed. Honestly, she heaved a great sigh of relief as the burden of making ends meet for her and Michael shifted from her shoulders.
Joaquin committed to the Divine Creek Ranch when he committed to Teresa and was now working fulltime with the breeding operation. Angel was working steadily toward turning over foremanship of the ranch to Ash Peterson.
The rodeo would come to Morehead in late February, and Teresa did her best to hide her unease when Joaquin registered in the bull-riding competition. The rodeo was a three-day event, and he told her he wanted to do it just for fun and promised her he didn’t intend to load up and follow the circuit. He just wanted to keep active in his sport, at least locally.
Angel had competed in bareback bronc riding in years past, but when Teresa asked him about it, he’d told her he was too out of practice to compete. He’d told her he would sign up if the desire was strong enough, but he thought it more important that they both not compete in the rodeo on the off chance they might both be seriously injured.
Angel said he knew it meant more to Joaquin than it did to him because Joaquin loved competition. Angel would sit in the stands and hold her hand while they watched. Ash was registering in the bareback bronc riding event.
They were looking at a calendar early one morning in February with Teresa, trying to determine a weekend they could take off in the spring or early summer to return to Port Aransas. This time they wanted to take Michael with them.
All three looked up when they heard a sleepy little yawn from the entrance into the kitchen. Michael stood there bleary eyed with his jet-black curls mashed sideways and standing up all over his head. He came to Teresa and climbed up in her lap and rested his head against her breasts as she looked at the calendar.
Michael was growing up and getting big so fast. She knew moments like this were numbered, and one day he would be too big to want to cuddle in her arms like this. She thanked God for the blessing of the moment and hoped that someday she’d have another raven-haired infant to cuddle close in her arms. She pressed her lips to Michael’s fragrant head and squeezed him gently.
She glanced up and caught both men gazing at her. The tenderness in their eyes made her wonder what they were thinking at that moment. Were they thinking the same thing?
She asked, “Are you sure you want Michael to stay with you today? I don’t mind taking him with us.”
Angel shook his head with certainty. “The point of going with Grace today was so that you could stop by Discretion. You won’t have much fun shopping with one hand over his eyes the whole time, will you?”
“Oh right, that would not be fun, would it? Are you sure it will be safe for Michael?”
“Absolutely safe,” Joaquin reassured her. “Ethan and Jack are going to be here also. Michael will probably ride my shoulders the whole time, and I won’t be in the corral if that has you concerned. If Michael is going to become part of the operation some day, now is as good a time as any to begin teaching him horses including their breeding. He won’t be down running loose. I promise.”
That wasn’t the only reason she needed to be sure he was properly watched over. “How long will those men be here?”
“Del Valle and his brothers are supposed to arrive around nine, and we should be finished by two or three,” Angel replied, pouring milk in Michael’s cereal and helping him into his booster chair. His next words were directed at Michael. “Come on, buddy, if you’re gonna help today, you need to eat a good breakfast.”
Teresa and Grace were going to have breakfast together at Rosalie’s Café, a new venture in town owned by a woman who had recently moved from Del Rio to Divine. The girls were enthusiastic about visiting the new café.
“Thanks for understanding about this morning,” Angel said, stroking her thigh.
“I trust your instincts, Angel.”
“We just think it might be better if you and Grace were away from the ranch today while Del Valle and his men are here. Something about them doesn’t sit quite right with me and Jack. This way you both get to have some fun, and maybe you’ll come home with a few surprises?”
“I’m looking forward to shopping at Discretion. I wonder if there is any particular ‘surprise’ that you’re hoping I’ll bring home,” she whispered in Angel’s ear as Joaquin grinned at her while he poured Michael a glass of orange juice. “I would be open to suggestions. I’ll be in the bathroom,” she offered then slipped out of the kitchen to finish getting ready for the excursion.
Angel and Joaquin had spoken with her about a group that would be coming out the following morning to obtain stud service for their mares. The Del Valle family would only be there for the day and might possibly be returning once more later in the week. Grace and Teresa had decided to take the opportunity to visit Discretion Boutique in Morehead.
Teresa was applying her makeup when Angel came and rested a shoulder against the master bathroom door. There should be a law against men looking that sexy with almost no effort.
“Any special requests? Clothing? Toys?”
“I want you to buy something you’d like to experiment with in the bedroom. Jack tells me the ladies also stock pretty evening wear and accessories. I want you to buy yourself something sexy, for a nice evening out and whatever you’ll need to go with it.”
She still had the mindset of a single mom on a ferociously tight budget and was so accustomed to keeping the purse strings tight that she still needed reassurance sometimes. What he was asking for would be fun, but expensive. She glanced at him hesitantly.
Angel had that look in his eyes like he knew what she was thinking. “Since we are responsible for sending you out this morning, the shopping spree is on us. You should feel free to use your debit card for anything you purchase. Anywhere you go, all right?” She knew Angel and Joaquin did not have to worry about money. They were invested in the ranch and earned a healthy income plus the return on their investment.
“Thank you, honey. I appreciate it. I don’t mean to seem so miserly.”
“I know it will take time, beautiful. You’re with us now. We’re going to take good care of you.”
“You do. I love you,” she murmured then kissed him. Angel wrapped her in his strong arms and she rested her cheek against his chest, breathing in his clean scent.
“Joaquin wants to check in with you, too. I think he’s hoping you’ll bring home something in particular, as well. Speak of the devil,” he murmured as Joaquin came up behind him in the doorway. “I’ll go help Michael get dressed,” he said, pecking her nose and leaving Joaquin alone with her.
Teresa felt the heat of Joaquin’s gaze as he looked her over from head to toe with a wolfish smile on his face. Glancing in the mirror, she noticed the prominent bulge at his groin and knew he’d given some hard thought to what he hoped she’d bring home from Discretion.
Carefully applying her eyeliner, she murmured, “Got a shopping list f
or me, husband?”
A slow smile spread across his lips, and he gazed back in the mirror with his bedroom eyes. “It’s a short list.”
The deep tone of his voice and the sexy way he said it led her dampening pussy to believe that while the list might be short, the night would definitely not be. “What would you like?”
“Remember when we talked during the honeymoon about making love to you at the same time?”
Her heart lurched a little in her chest, and her cunt clenched in an ecstatic spasm. “Yes,” she whispered, applying her mascara. “You meant both of you penetrating at the same time, right?”
“Yes, did you still want to try that?”
Like you read about, baby! Her pussy welled with hot moisture at the thought.
“You know I do. You said we’d work up to it later. Is this ‘later?’”
“Yes, but only if you still want it.”
Like people in hell want ice water!
She’d had plenty of time to fantasize about it after they’d told her how they planned to take her. They’d experimented with light anal play ever since, and she had come to crave that little pinch of pain that anal penetration delivered, which escalated her pleasure.
“Joaquin, I think I’m ready.”
Joaquin slipped into the bathroom and closed the door in case little ears were nearby. “When we’ve played anally, it’s only been with fingers or the small vibrator. Taking one of our cocks anally is going to require some preparation.”
“Would it help if I bought plugs? Grace told me that was what she did—Oops! Maybe I shouldn’t have told you that,” she whispered, her hand going to her lips.
“It’s okay, sugar. Married to three men, both Angel and I already assumed that she would know a thing or two about anal sex. Buy a series of plugs. But I want you to remember something. If we get started and you’re uncomfortable, if it hurts or you decide you hate it and don’t want to do it, all you have to do is tell us. It wouldn’t be the end of the world.”
Oh, yeah it would!
Sometimes she still shocked herself with how uninhibitedly she lusted after them both now. Once they got started, she wasn’t going to be satisfied until she had both of them inside her at the same time.
“I’ll remember, Joaquin, but I’m going to love it. I’ll get Grace to help me pick the right ones. Anything else?”
Teresa’s enthusiasm seemed to stoke a fire in his brilliant green eyes. “Lubricant. Lots of lubricant. Beyond that, I want you to get anything else you want to try. We’re totally open.”
“Oh, boy. At this rate, I’ll be horny and needy all day.” She whimpered. Hearing a metallic click, she glanced in the mirror and hummed in need when she saw the heat in his eyes as he locked the door to the bathroom.
“Have I told you how much I love being able to fuck you without a condom on?” he murmured as he slipped behind her and gazed into her half-lidded eyes. His hands slid around her and cupped her breasts, and brushed his hardened cock against her ass.
She moaned in need, wanting to feel that hot length thrust inside her. “Um, repeatedly.”
“Going skin on skin with you is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, sugar. I’m your willing slave.”
She gave him a seductive smile in the mirror. “Well then, my sweet slave, your mistress needs a quick, hard fuck from behind if you’re up for it.” Her vocabulary had evolved in recent days.
Joaquin pressed against her again, grasping her hips so she could feel how hard he was then quickly freed her from her jeans. “I live to serve,” he murmured, kissing her shoulder as he released his solid erection.
He flicked on the vent to mask any sounds and slid his fingers down her abdomen. She leaned back against him with his cock resting against the cleft of her ass. His fingers traced the wispy black curls at her mound before sliding slowly into her bare, wet slit to find she was dripping and ready.
Joaquin growled softly in her ear. “Oh, holy fuck. I want to eat you up.”
She chuckled quietly. “No time. That’ll have to wait for tonight. Mmmm, yes, honey.”
One finger delved into her opening then swirled up around her clit, zeroing in on it and drawing a husky moan of pleasure from her. He was persistent, swirling a fingertip around it, stroking one side then the other in a relentless rhythm that had her rising inexorably toward crescendo. Teresa’s hips flexed, and just as that assurance washed over her, signaling her release, the head of his cock nudged her cunt.
His fingers never wavered in their tempo, and her orgasm broke over her in a tumultuous wave as his cock slid home in one firm thrust. She panted loudly out as she came. The feel of him stroking his long, hot length into her caused her hips to grind against him while he continued strumming until she came a second time even harder. The orgasm was almost overwhelming in its burning intensity, and he growled as her pussy clamped down on him. He thrust gently, whispering words of encouragement as she rode each pulse.
As her whimpers and cries faded, he thrust hard, pulling out and plunging in over and over. She braced herself on the counter, and he thrust directly against her G-spot, and the cry built inside her as he punctuated every word with an earth-shattering stroke. “Love that little sweet spot.” Her pussy reacted by tightening like a fist.
Covering her mouth with her hand, Teresa tried desperately to muffle her cry and at the same time wanting to shout the house down. They’d unleashed a shrieking banshee when they conditioned her to not hold back her orgasmic cries over their honeymoon.
Her pussy clamped down on him again as she came, and this time he followed her with his own release, letting loose a husky growl as his cock pulsed inside her. He rested his chest lightly against her back as he caught his breath. Joaquin wrapped his arms around her, and she was glad he stayed that way for a minute. Teresa needed the quiet contact with him as much as she’d needed the release.
Resting her cheek on her forearm, Teresa closed her eyes as she caught her breath. She loved the feel of him still so huge inside her, always amazed by his stamina and his willingness to go out of his way to please her. An aftershock flowed through her at the thought, and he thrust against her in response, growling softly in pleasure.
Finally he stood, his hand pressing on the small of her back. Teresa watched his handsome face in the mirror, knowing how much he loved this. She arched her back so he could see better and squeezed him with her pussy muscles as he slowly withdrew, making him hiss in response.
She was gratified when his cock finally slid from her, and he smiled with absolute male satisfaction. The look on his face proclaimed mine, and she knew he could see his seed filling her opening. Teresa moaned when her pussy clenched in his absence, wanting him back. Her cum and his mixed together trickled from her pussy, and she gasped when he slid his finger through her pussy lips. She arched a bit more, and he slid his thumb into her opening then brushed her clit tenderly, like a promise of more to “come” later, literally.
“I love your pussy so much, Teresa. I wish I could plant myself here and never leave it.” He groaned as he brushed his thumb over her sensitive lips one last time.
“Well, my pussy loves you, too. Come as often as you like,” she quipped and giggled. He snickered good-naturedly at her double entendre.
“That’s Gracie’s influence on you, right there.”
“What a nice thing to say! Well, I’d better get cleaned up.” She glanced at her watch. “Oh shoot, I lost track of time. Grace is probably waiting for me.”
He helped her get cleaned up and redressed. A few minutes later, she left the bathroom with him and ventured down the hall to the living room. Heaving a sigh of relief, they saw Angel out on the front porch with Michael, talking with Grace.
She didn’t often get time alone with just one or the other of her men. Each night, all three shared the master bedroom, and there were times, other than at night, when she wished for the chance to be alone with each of them, talking and making love one on one. She’d have to a
sk Grace how she communicated that need to her men without making the others feel rejected. She hoped Angel wasn’t feeling left out right now.
Grabbing her purse and jacket, she kissed all her men out on the porch and then climbed into the BMW convertible with Grace. Grace looked over at her as she pulled away and gave her a knowing smirk. “You just got laid, didn’t you?”
“Huh?” Oh gosh, did they hear me when I came?
“And I’m willing to bet you came good and hard by the looks of things,” Grace said as she snickered knowingly.
Oh gosh! Exactly how loud did I scream? ”How—how can you tell?”
Grace flipped open the mirror on the visor. “Look in the mirror. Your throat and upper chest are beet red.”
Teresa looked and gasped. Grace was right. And the more she looked, the redder she got. “Oh, goodness! You can tell by that?”
“It’s a pretty good indicator. Let me guess, three times altogether. And twice really hard? Yeah?” Grace snorted and cackled at Teresa’s deer-in-the-headlights look.
When she recovered her voice, she chuckled and said, “Yes, you’re exactly right. I live in heaven!”
“That’s what I’ve been talking about!
Chapter Twenty-Eight
“Holy moley. Would you look at that?” Teresa whispered as Grace pulled up into the parking lot. The neat and pristine building looked like a quaint little ladies’ boutique from the outside. There were planters intermittently along the sidewalk and heavy lace curtains lined all the windows. More lace lined the glass front door.
Mirroring the lettering on the store sign out at the street and the sign over the marquee, there was a clearly printed sign done in beautiful calligraphy on the door:
Discretion
You must be at least 18
years of age to enter.
We reserve the right to check
your identification.
Absolutely no children
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