by Eileen Green
“I hate this town,” Tony murmured.
“You hate it because you can’t get a good piece of tail here. Also, there aren’t any restaurants you like here. There is more to living than sushi and health food. You need a good steak once in a while. A good burger. They have great red meat here because of all the cows in the area.”
Albert was an eater. He grew up in an Italian family where pasta was king, but he liked his meat. Of course, his belly was proof that he loved food.
Tony Gleason was an Irish boy growing up on the wrong side of town because his mother fell in love with an Italian. His school friends were Italians. They gave him a place to belong. By the time he was twelve, he was running errands for the local lieutenant, Antonio, of a mob boss.
Questions were never asked. Tony just did his jobs, got paid, then took money home to his mother. When he was fifteen, his boss bought Tony a stripper to divest him of his virginity. He had a family that took care of him.
Now, he was sitting in a Podunk town in Montana of all places, doing a job because Antonio had sent him. When Tony had gotten the call, he had hoped he wouldn’t be paired with Albert, but that wish went unanswered.
The day before, the duo had been sitting out by the airport, tucked away out of view of people. They had hoped to remain that way, but a police cruiser came up on them. After a brief conversation about what Tony and Albert were doing in an area they shouldn’t be in, the opportunity arose that they be able to ambush the two officers.
Stealing their car, they were able to go spy on Augusta Kirby. They had hoped they could snatch her, so she could tell them where Josh Kirby was, but that didn’t work out the way they had wanted. She was with two police officers, and they hadn’t left her alone all evening.
They had to abandon the cruiser by evening, as it was most likely that the cops had already been found. Now they had to try to find the woman again since she wasn’t at the bakery.
“Someone has to know where she lives,” Albert stated before shoving fries into his mouth.
God, how I hate the smell of greasy food!
With this being a smaller town, someone was likely to know where Augusta Kirby lived, but he and Albert stood out like sore thumbs, even in a town where tourists passed through all the time. Two men with Jersey accents couldn’t very well slip under the radar.
Tony’s phone chimed, announcing a text. Retrieving it from the dashboard, he read the message. “Looks like our luck might be turning,” he said aloud. “Kirby boarded a plane two hours ago. With layovers and some shuffling around, he should be here by morning. Let’s go on back to the motel and lay low until then.”
“He’s flying in to here? Why didn’t we do that?” Albert asked, more complaint than questioning.
Tony just shook his head, not knowing what to tell the man, nor did he care. As long as he got paid, he was fine.
* * * *
Sleep came quickly to Augusta, her soft breathing giving way to the faintest snoring. Reveling in the feel of her body flush against his was heavenly and hell at the same time. Hunter had wanted to hold her since the night they had seen her for the first time. However, his cock was wanting some action as it bulged in his slacks, lying against the crack of her ass.
Trent was on the other side of their woman, probably smashed up against her breasts. Hunter had to wonder if his buddy had planned it this way, so he wasn’t tortured by the predicament Hunter was in.
“She’s adorable when she sleeps,” Trent said softly.
“I’m sure she is, but her ass is murder on my dick, dude. I’m so fucking hard I could pound nails.”
A chuckle escaped Trent. “Glad that’s not me.”
“I hate that she is going through this,” Hunter said. “I want to get my hands on that prick of an ex and have a chat with him. She’s too nice of a woman to have to deal with his crap.”
“Do you think he just married her for the money?” Trent asked.
“I hope not. She shouldn’t have to even think about that. To think that someone only married you or was with you because you had money. That would suck on so many levels. I’m surprised she is wanting a relationship with us after what that asshole has done.” Hunter was trying to keep his voice down, but when he was upset, he knew he could get a little loud.
“Well, we’re going to do our damnedest to make sure he doesn’t come near her, or those guys from yesterday.”
“Thankfully we have a place to take her that should be safe.” Hunter looked down at her sleeping form. “And, I’m glad we were assigned to stay with her. It’ll give us a chance, not just to protect her, but to enjoy our getting to know her better.”
“I’m going to like this assignment,” Trent said gladly.
Laying his head on the pillow, Hunter smell Augusta’s scent. Vanilla and spices would always remind him of her.
Boredom was something he didn’t usually deal with. Of course, lying next to a woman that he wanted and just watching her sleep wasn’t something he ever thought he would be doing.
After Penny, he really hadn’t expected to trust a woman enough to love again. He had wanted another relationship, but there was always a smidgeon of fear that he would compare his ex to the woman he thought he loved.
Once he had met Augusta, those negative thoughts left him. In his heart, he knew the woman in his arms was the one for him.
The night before, after they had helped Augusta make dough for today’s sales, they had seen her home to make sure she had arrived safely. Hunter went home and tried to sleep, yet it hadn’t come. Now, he was having problems keeping his eyes open. He fought the process, but he lost, his eyes closing.
* * * *
Heat surrounded her on all sides. Behind her, she could feel a hard length pressing between her ass cheeks. An arm was slung over her hip. Her head was lying on a well-muscled arm while another hand on her waist.
It took her a moment before she remembered where she was, and who she was with. Soft snoring from both of them was the only sound she heard.
Augusta wasn’t sure how long she had been sleeping. She hadn’t slept the previous night, and after the news the two men in her bed had given her, she was exhausted. It was a surprise she had fallen asleep so quickly.
Vibrating sounded from somewhere, she couldn’t detect where. Trent, who was laying in front of her, stirred. He moved the hand that was on her waist. The sound stopped before he said softly, “Blake here.”
She opened her eyes and looked at him. His eyes were still closed as he held the phone up to his ear. He looked irritated.
“That’s interesting information, Brian. Thanks for letting us know.” Augusta could hear someone talking from the other end of the connection, but she couldn’t make out what they were saying. Trent listened for a few moments, before he sighed. “Yes, sir. We have everything set up for the move tonight. We’ll see you then.”
Trent opened his eyes, probably to hit the end button, but he fixed his gaze on hers. “Hi,” he said with a smile. “Did you sleep well?”
She shrugged. “I guess. Did you?”
Or are you the type of man who denies they snore?
“Very lightly. You kept me awake with your snoring though,” he joked.
Before she could stop herself, she slapped his chest. “I don’t snore. But you do.”
“I do not,” he said with indignation.
A giggle escaped her. “I think I’ll record you the next time I’m with you when you go to sleep. That’ll prove that you snore.”
He chuckled. “You just do that. I can record you also.”
Her hand was still on his chest. Through the uniform shirt he wore, she could feel his hard slab of muscle that made up half of his chest. She was certain the other half felt the same way, and then she thought about what he must look like lower on his body.
“Yappy much?” Hunter grumbled behind her.
“Oh, you must be the person who doesn’t wake up well,” she teased as she tried to look back at him.
He raised up on his elbow and looked down on her. His smile was infectious. She smiled back. “Oh, I wake up just fine, darlin’,” he mentioned. “And I really like waking up next to you.”
She smiled shyly. “Well, to be honest with you, I like waking up between the two of you.”
“Perhaps we can do it more often,” Trent added.
That was a surprise to hear, but she liked the idea.
Augusta moved her hand that was on his chest until she was unbuttoning it. One by one the little discs were being slipped through the tiny slots that separated the material.
He wore a white T-shirt beneath the crisp shirt, blocking her vision from seeing his flesh. Struggling to sit up, she felt Hunter move his arms until he was helping her.
On her knees, she traced her hand along Trent’s arm, all the way to his shoulder. Once there, Trent shifted on the bed and rose to his knees in front of her. He reached out and cupped her cheeks. Augusta watched as he leaned toward her moments before his lips touched hers.
Reaching out, she grasped hold of his shoulders and held on as he swept his tongue across her lips. She opened to him and let her tongue meet his. Electricity flowed through her body, all of it gathering in one place—her cunt.
It felt as if flames were being fanned so that they were growing, warming her belly. She felt her nipples pebble up so tight in her plain white bra within her shirt. Her breasts felt heavier than usual.
A moistness developed in her equally plain panties that surprised her. It wasn’t something she experienced with Josh. In fact, they had to use lube when they made love. If this was how her body reacted to these two men in her bed, perhaps her body knew that she truly hadn’t been in love with her former husband.
She felt a pair of hands slide up under her black sweatshirt that she wore as part of her uniform in during the colder times of the year. Black sweatpants clad her legs. Black T-shirts with the bakery’s logo on the front was what was usually worn during warmer times.
Hunter’s hands moved up her skin, skimming lightly. She could feel calluses and knew he wasn’t a stranger to hard work. What work, she’d like to know.
Still in a battle of dominance with the kiss she was sharing with Trent, she twirled her tongue around his. Slipping her hands around his neck, she clasped her hands to the nape of his neck.
His dark chocolate brown hair was longer than more police officers she had met. It curled around her fingers, giving her something to latch onto.
Soft moans were emanating from both Augusta and Trent as they kissed passionately. Lower on her body, Hunter’s fingers skimmed along the sides of her breasts now, the feeling sending wild currents throughout her body.
Heat suffused her body, something she had never felt before. Her breath was ragged as she tried to breathe through her nose.
Trent was ravaging her mouth as he held her head still. His hands had moved down until they were on each side of her neck, and his thumbs were pressing on her jaw near her ears. It was an odd feeling, but she liked feeling a bit manhandled.
When fingers brushed across her nipples, she jumped slightly. Hunter chuckled. “You like that, don’t you, darlin’?”
Augusta had to wonder if he wanted an answer since her mouth was full and busy. She gave a sigh.
One of his hands disappeared from her breast, which gave her a bit of sorrow, but then she felt him fiddling with the clasp of her bra on her back. In a few seconds, the garment parted, and her breasts bounced heavily in the loose cups.
Hunter moved his back, so he was able to slip them both under the material of the bra and covered her breasts. A shiver of delight shook her body.
Trent began to pull out of the kiss. His teeth nipped at her tongue as he drank from her mouth several more times before he finally pulled away.
Opening her eyes, which she hadn’t realized she had closed, she found Trent looking at her as he licked his lips. “You taste sweet, precious. Like cookies, or vanilla ice cream,” he said softly. “You smell like vanilla too.”
She giggled. “It’s the side effects of working in a bakery.”
Hunter pinched her nipples, sending tendrils of fire on an invisible thread that led straight to her pussy. “Never apologize for that, Augusta. That was the second thing we noticed about you when we first met you,” Hunter said in her ear. “You smell delicious enough to eat.”
“Very true,” Trent agreed. “And hopefully, you’ll let us partake of you now.”
Nodding, she gave them permission, for she feared if she spoke, she’d screw it up somehow.
Trent reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt before he lifted it up over her head. She watched him toss it aside. His eyes lit up when he lowered his gaze to her breasts. Slowly, Trent reached out and skimmed his fingers on her shoulders. He hooked his fingers in the straps and began to pull them down her arms, revealing more of her fleshy globes.
Cooler air kissed her heated flesh as her breasts were bared of the white fabric. The bra soon followed the way of her shirt.
Behind her, gentle kisses were being laid down her spine by Hunter who had shifted away from her. He had moved his hands down to her waist, his fingers playing with the waistband of her pants.
Before her, Trent was staring at her breasts while he raised his hands to within inches of them. She didn’t know why he had stopped, but he was looking at them reverently. Several more seconds went by until he looked up at her. “They’re beautiful,” he whispered. “Just as I imagined.”
Smiling at him, she responded with a quiet, “Thank you,” for she didn’t know what else to say.
Heat filled her further when Trent moved his hands the scant space between him and her breasts. She was certain a handprint was going to be seared into each tit for how hot his hands seemed.
He had turned his hands over until he was testing the weight of each one. He brushed his thumbs across her nipples, kindling that fire even further.
As he paid homage to her breasts, behind her, Hunter had lowered her pants enough so that he was laying kisses across the rounded tops of her ass cheeks. Although she had never experienced anal, she was finding that the feeling was decadent and heavenly at the same time.
Being attended to by two men was causing a riotous amount of feelings in her body. With four hands and two mouths on her, she felt as if all her senses were on overload. She could only imagine what it was going to feel like when they finally made love to her at the same time.
She was between two men that she was falling in love with, and she wanted to do everything with them. “I need you both,” she whispered. “I need you to fuck me.”
Chapter Seven
Trent was holding two glorious breasts in his hands. They were weighty and lovely. Pale with large coral-pink nipples that were drawn up into tight buds. Using his thumbs, he was grazing them at the moment but stopped when she made her request.
Hunter had stopped what he was doing and raised his head. Over Augusta’s shoulder, the two men looked at each other and smiled. They had been waiting since the night they had met her to be able to do just as she had asked.
“We would love to make love to you, precious. But, we don’t have any condoms with us,” Trent said as he looked back at her.
“What? You two aren’t Boy Scouts? You didn’t come prepared?” she joked. “No condoms in the wallets?”
She was a funny one.
“No, darlin’. We’re honorable men. We don’t need to carry condoms. If we’re going to make love to a woman, which you will be the last one, we will plan ahead. This was totally not planned.”
Hunter had spoken for the two of them. However, what she said next had Trent smiling.
“I have condoms in the nightstand,” she stated matter-of-factly.
Augusta looked innocent as she said the words, but he could see the fire of lust burning in her eyes.
Grabbing her shoulders, Trent pulled her close as he heard clothes being shed. He pulled her down with him as he laid
to his side.
When she had begun to undo his work shirt, he was elated. He wished he hadn’t had a T-shirt on underneath, so he could have felt her hands on his flesh. Now, he was going to get his wish.
Slowly, Augusta pulled his uniform shirt out of the waistband of his slacks. He raised up to let her pull out all of it. While he remained propped up on one arm, she pulled his T-shirt free also.
Trent wasn’t sure what Augusta was thinking as she visually perused his body, but he liked it. He knew that there were women out in the world that had a uniform fetish, whether it be police, firemen, or military. Yet having her look at him with hunger and love in her eyes made him feel special.
He knew he was pretty much in love with the woman who was before him and was ready to take this next step with her. As she sat back up, so did he.
As if in slow motion, Trent watched her. Augusta reached out and pushed his shirt off his shoulders, letting her hands slide down his arms, following the material down until it was around his wrists. She pulled the garment off him and then tossed it to the chair near the bed. Trailing her hands back up his arms, she slid across his biceps, and he heard a sigh escape her.
Shifting her left hand to join her right one, she wrapped both hands around the muscled limb, feeling the hardness of it. Seemingly satisfied, she moved up to his shoulders, moving her left hand opposite her right, and began touch and feel his torso.
Skimming along his flesh, she would press in on muscles even though they didn’t give. She explored the hard ridges and the lines of valleys on her way down to his slacks.
He watched her face the entire time. There was pleasure and delight along with amazement. She licked her lips and let out small moans.
The entire time she was exploring his body, he was thankful he had kept up with keeping his body fit. However, the one part of his body that was sinfully hard now was silently demanding attention. Trent had to will himself not to come in his pants like a randy teenager because that’s what she was doing to him.
He was ashamed that he had forgotten about Hunter, his best friend and ménage partner. Yet the man came rushing back into his mind when Augusta grazed her fingertips near Trent’s waistband. It was as if she had remembered Hunter also, for she let out a small giggle and then turned on the bed.
