by Eileen Green
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The locks had been changed at the house he had shared with Augusta right down to the sliding glass door in the family room. He couldn’t believe that she would be so distrusting to do so.
Boredom was setting in as Josh sat in the glider under the pergola in the backyard. He had to ask to have it put up after they bought the house because he wanted to entertain. She had it constructed, but they never did have people over because Augusta was never available. Too much work or the need of sleep was always the excuse.
Dampness blanketed the yard from the storm that had come through. It had rained off and on, and now, as the sun was descending, the skies were clearing up.
Augusta wasn’t home yet, which was strange. She usually got off work around four or five and came straight home as she had to be at the shop at four a.m. This was unlikely behavior from his ex-wife. Was it possible she was dating again?
Naw! She didn’t have time for him, and they were married. There was no way in hell she was dating anyone now.
So, where the hell is she?
Blue jeans, a button-up shirt, and a blue sweater along with a black heavy jacket was what he was wearing. He hadn’t planned on spending the day in his former backyard. He was supposed to be on the last flight out tonight, but he didn’t think he was going to make it.
Fatigue and hunger were beginning to get the better of him. Getting another taxi was out of the question. There wasn’t enough money for it. He had to save the last bit of money in his pocket for the trip back to the airport.
Rising, Josh stepped around to the side of the garage. The door there had a window made up of nine panes of glass in the top half of it, one that he had kept telling her to change out for a full wooden door. Taking off his coat, he wrapped it around his hand and then punched at the glass nearest the door handle.
He cringed at the sound. Since it was later in the evening, he knew people were home from work, and most likely someone heard it. Reaching inside, he unlocked the door and made his way in.
Desperation and adrenaline overtook him as he stepped over to the door that led inside the garage. He made a quick assessment and discovered that she had left the layout the same, so Josh retrieved a large pipe wrench, something he had never used before.
He knew it was going to make noise, but at this point, someone had probably already called in the breaking glass. Using the wrench, he brought it down on the door handle he needed to get past. The impact reverberated through his body, but he didn’t let that slow him down.
Deciding he needed more motivation, he began mumbling with each strike. “Stupid bitch! How dare she not give me money! I deserve it! I had to sleep with her!”
Finally, the doorknob gave way. Taking the wrench with him in case he needed it again, he made his way into house where he went straight to the small office she had set up in one of the bedrooms. She usually kept some emergency cash in the file cabinet.
Josh rifled through the metal box and found five hundred dollars, and a couple of insurance policies for the bakery. Thoughts swirled through his brain as he began to formulate a plan.
On his way out, he stopped in the kitchen, grabbed a bag, and filled it with food from the cabinets and the fridge. He slipped through the sliding glass door and into the backyard. It took him a few tries, but he made it over the fence and down around the corner just in time to see a couple of police cars rushing toward Augusta’s house.
With the cash he had on him, he would be able to catch a cab and get a cheap hotel room after he rescheduled his flight. He needed to look over the insurance papers he had snagged to see if they were something he could use to his advantage.
Chapter Ten
Hunter had told Augusta that one of the biggest issues with doing surveillance work or being a bodyguard was boredom. You were stuck in a situation that left you without distractions.
It didn’t seem as much as a problem as he had said for they wouldn’t leave Augusta’s side. It wasn’t an issue for her, but being stuck out on a ranch, there wasn’t a lot to do. They tried hard to keep her mind from wandering to Josh and what was happening now.
The trio sat down to watch movies until it was time to head over to the ranch house for dinner. However, being sandwiched between two muscular sexy men was driving Augusta crazy.
Thighs pressed against hers while an arm was around her shoulders. A hand was on her thigh also.
Liquid fire was beginning to boil in her core. Her nipples were pebbled. Heat suffused her body.
Doing something she had never ever done before, she moved her hands until they were covering both men’s crotches. Moans sounded from them as they scooted their asses toward the edge of the couch.
Ignoring the screaming from the thriller on the TV, Augusta rose to her feet and turned around. “Move closer to each other,” she ordered.
They looked quizzical but did as she instructed.
She sank to her knees so that she was leaning against each one’s knees. With a flock of pterodactyls swooping through her stomach, she looked up at both of them.
Clearing her throat, she finally found her voice. “I have never started…I mean, the guy has always…”
Thankfully they understood what was going on. Hunter smiled as Trent reached out and took her hand.
“We understand, Augusta,” Trent offered. “You don’t have to do anything you are uncomfortable with.”
“All you have to do is ask if you want to make love,” Hunter added. Then his smile disappeared as he turned serious. “What is it that you want to do, darlin’?”
Heat rushed to her face as she whispered, “I want to suck your cocks.”
Both men looked at each other, smiles brightening their faces. Hunter reached out his hand and cupped her cheek. “We want you to know, Augusta, that you don’t have to if you don’t want to. There are women out there that don’t like to do that, so if you’re only saying it to please us, you don’t,” he explained.
Wanting to show them this was something she wanted, Augusta cupped the knees directly in front of her and then began to slide her hand up their thighs. Each man’s leg twitched. Trent let out a moan while Hunter released a gasp.
She turned toward Trent and undid the leather belt he wore and then the button and zipper of his jeans. Letting her gaze move up to meet his, she found he was looking at her in bewilderment. As she looked at Hunter, he was watching her, pure passion in his eyes.
When she tugged at the waistband of Trent’s jeans, he pushed himself up so that his ass rose from the black leather couch. She pulled the denim garment along with his white briefs down his legs until they pooled around his ankles.
His long thick cock sprang free, hard and ready for action. The corona was a beautiful mushroom, purplish in color with a drop of moisture topping it off. His sac was large and tight between his thighs. Augusta licked her lips, which drew another moan from him.
Turning to Hunter, she pulled the string that tied in front of the dark blue sweats he wore. He was prepared for her and lifted his butt off the couch, and she pulled the pants down. She was surprised when she didn’t encounter any underwear.
Inch by inch his naturally tanned skin was revealed. When the elastic band of the pants caught on his dick, she muttered a quick “Sorry.” Raising the band, it cleared his cock, and she continued to pull them down until they were past his knees. She let gravity take care of the rest.
She sat back on her heels as she slid her gaze from one magnificent vision of male pride to the other. When she had read Lily’s books, it amazed her that the descriptions of men’s cocks were always large and wide. Not once did she believe that men were really made like that. Now, she had to admit she was wrong.
The first time they had made love, she had felt them filling her beyond anything she had felt there before. She had also been frightened because of the news she had received, and was caught up in having two men loving on her, that she hadn’t really appreciated what they had to offer.
It was time for h
er to do just that.
The longer she looked at them, the more the cocks bobbed. A bead of dew crowned each one.
Augusta could hear both her men breathing heavily, and she jumped when Trent growled and said, “Precious, you can’t keep looking at us like that. If you keep doing it, we’re going to burst, and I know personally, I would rather be in your mouth or your cunt when it happens.”
“Oh,” she said in wonder. “But I want to suck you both.”
“That’s not going to happen today. We’re both too wound up, darlin’,” added Hunter. “Which do you want, buddy. Heads or tails?”
Wh-what?
Panic struck Augusta. “I’m not ready for…” Her voice trailed off.
Again, Hunter reached out, and this time he cupped her chin. “Augusta, as much as we’d love to take you that way, you’re right. You’re not ready. We have to start prepping you to be able to take our cocks in your ass. When I said heads or tails, I meant for us to flip a coin.” He chuckled.
Heat filled her face and body. Well, this isn’t embarrassing at all!
“Um, sorry,” she mumbled as she lowered her gaze.
“There’s nothing to be sorry for, precious,” Trent tried to assure her. “This is all new to us, too. We all just need to work at it together to make it work. Okay?”
She raised her eyes to meet theirs, one after the other. Both men looked genuinely concerned and honest. “So, you guys have never…I mean…” She found it hard to ask the question she wanted to ask.
“Since we became friends, it’s been something we’ve talked about a lot. We’ve watched Brian and saw that it was something we wanted to try. When we saw you in the diner that first night, we knew you were the one. It’s just going to take some time, and we’ve had several conversations with Brian and some of the other guys in ménage relationships,” Trent explained.
Then Hunter continued. “There is trial and error with everything, as there is with any relationship, Augusta. However, we are willing to take things slow. Except now. You’ve got me so hard I feel like I’m going to explode.”
A giggle escaped Augusta. It got worse when Trent said as if through gritted teeth, “Heads, dude! Heads!” The innuendo wasn’t lost on her.
“You can have it, buddy. I’ll take her cunt,” Hunter announced with enthusiasm.
Quicker than a flash, he was off the couch and behind Augusta as he stepped from the flood of cloth around his feet. She squealed when he wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her to her feet. He made quick work of divesting her of her clothes before setting her between Trent’s legs. Kneeling, she slowly ran her hands up his legs, which were lightly smattered with hair.
The feel of muscle covered by skin was an aphrodisiac for Augusta. There was strength lying under her hands, and she reveled in it. She liked to feel Hunter’s body also.
Concentrating so much on the guys, she hadn’t thought about her own body. Now, blood was rushing through her veins. Her cunt was throbbing mercilessly while her breasts were heavy, and her nipples had tightened up and hurt.
Hunter was sliding his hands up her sides until they grazed the sides of her breasts. A shiver rocked her body as he moved his hands until they were covering her breasts. She stifled a moan.
Once at Trent’s balls, she skimmed her fingernails across them, drawing a hiss from him. He raised his ass a bit. She wasn’t sure if he was wanting more, or if he was trying to get away from her. Looking up at his face, she found his eyes half-lidded, his mouth slightly open, and his nostrils flaring.
Augusta loved that she had put that look in his face.
Her nipples were pinched, splitting her attention between Trent and what Hunter was doing to her. She felt moisture between her thighs.
Wrapping her right hand around the base of Trent’s dick, she pulled it forward as she rose up on her knees. A sudden wickedness, Augusta blew on the head and watched the dewdrop trail at the slight breeze’s wake.
Trent groaned above her as his cock throbbed in her hand.
She swiped her tongue across the tip, taking that salty drop with her. Letting the flavor permeate her taste buds, she found she liked it.
Hunter was kissing along her shoulders as he moved one hand down over her stomach, and further into her pussy. He pulled lightly on her short hairs which lit sparks of electricity. Those currents melded with the ones building within her pussy.
He pressed his body against her back, his cock searing its imprint into her spine. This was her smorgasbord, a man before her and one behind her.
Leaning in, Augusta opened wide and then took Trent in her mouth. At first, her lips were right below the mushroomed head, and she let her tongue wander around for a moment.
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Trent couldn’t believe how his woman’s mouth felt on his prick. So hot, it felt as if it was a sauna. And, her tongue was wicked.
Looking down at what she was doing, he found her eyes lifted, watching him. Was she looking for his approval?
He threaded his hand through her hair, holding her close to him. Her lower body was gyrating from whatever Hunter was doing to her as she seemed to enjoy that attention.
Augusta’s lips tightened around him as her cheeks hollowed out, and then she was going down on him. A chill rushed through him as she took him to the back of her throat.
Ah, geez!
She struggled a bit before pulling back up until she was around the tip again. Moans were emanating from her as she began to move up and down on him. One of her hands was playing with his sac as her other laid on his thigh.
Speeding up her motions, she sucked on him hard. A spark began in his lower back, kindling until it was a ball of fire.
Letting her choose her own pace, he still let her work it. He just wanted to hold her head. He enjoyed the silkiness of her hair.
He watched as Hunter did some maneuvering behind Augusta. Her dark chocolate-brown eyes laden with passion went wide as the man behind her grunted.
The fire began to migrate downward to Trevor’s sac as Augusta moaned around his cock. The suction she was providing was devilishly sinful, as if she was trying to suck the life out of him.
As Hunter began to thrust into Augusta, her body moved with the rhythm. She didn’t need to move her head, but Trevor used slight force on her head to keep her going.
Hot lava burned in his sac and began to move up his prick. Pressing down on Augusta’s head once more and keeping it there, fire exploded from him into her waiting mouth and throat. He shot off jet after jet of spume, and she swallowed. With each movement of her throat, he released another groan as it prolonged his climax.
A tapping on his thighs caught his attention. Releasing her head, she pulled her mouth off him as she tried to catch her breath. She looked up at him, her lips red and swollen from manipulating his cock. Her hair was standing up in some places, but she looked beautiful after sucking his cock.
Hunter thrusted several more times. Augusta’s eyes glazed over while a strangled cry escaped her.
Her head fell back as a flush settled over her trembling body. Hunter wrapped his arms around Augusta as he grunted out his own release.
Augusta fell back onto Trent’s lap as her orgasm waned, all three of them content to hold an awkward pose as they slowly came down from their climactic highs. This was a fantastic way to fill an afternoon, and Trent knew he wanted to spend so many more with Augusta.
* * * *
After their little romp, there were still a couple of hours to fill before it was time to go to the ranch house for dinner. Another movie was put on, but this time everyone behaved themselves. Augusta was content and calm. It was a full table where a couple of extra folding chairs had to be added to accommodate the two new officers.
All the hands told jokes and stories from the ranch. Erin’s men, Danny, Ozzie, Ben, and JR, were there because Erin was working. Most of the time they would all go into Kalispell to have dinner or just spend the evening and then bring Erin home. Tonight
, Tyler was in town to bring Erin home as the others had decided it was best to have as many people here on the ranch, just in case they were needed.
The two nighttime guards arrived around eight, and introductions were made. Jimmy and Hunter took Tracy and Cade on a small tour of the grounds. They would receive a better tour in the morning when Lucas and Cole returned.
Ruth had moved into one of the upstairs bedrooms after Jimmy moved to the house he had built for him, Amanda, and Terrance. After the dinner and dessert dishes had been put away or stuffed into the dishwashers, she had tried to escape to her room. Now no one would allow her to leave, which was good because that made it to where Augusta wasn’t the only woman in a room of men.
If all this was overwhelming for Augusta, she could only wonder what Ruth was feeling, considering she worked around men all day long. There were moments that she could tell that Ruth seemed ill at ease, but she didn’t know what to do for her new friend.
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Cole and Lucas stayed for dinner, both gushing about Ruth’s food. Augusta couldn’t keep the amusement from her face as she watched Ruth shyly deal with the new men.
Lucas Williams had an eternal gleam in his turquoise eyes. He had light brown hair, long around the nape of his neck and ears but otherwise combed nicely to the side. His muscles were large but didn’t bulge out of sleeves like the men here on the farm, or even Trent or Hunter, and he stood as tall as Trent.
Cole Drake was a couple of inches shorter than Lucas, but he was more muscular than his friend. Near black eyes and dark brown hair cut in a military style looked good with his olive complexion. He most likely had Italian or Greek blood in him even though his last night didn’t indicate it.
Sitting across the table from Ruth, Augusta could feel the nervous vibes rolling off her new friend. Both men were a bit touchy-feel with her. A brush of the shoulder, or their hands would skim her hand, but Ruth didn’t like it much. Augusta felt sorry for the woman, but she couldn’t call the men out in front of every.
Questions were asked, in which Ruth tried to answer quickly and shortly, but all in all, she tried to ignore them. Augusta could only watch the woman squirm.
