by Lexi Blake
“It’s going to have to be. I don’t think either one of us wants to be the mayor.” Their packaging plant was small, but it still employed more citizens than any other business around.
“No, but the mayor might be more willing to stand up against the Echols family if you and Jack mentioned that you might have plans to expand in the future,” Mike mused. “Plans that might not include Willow Fork.”
“They might not.” Jack’s eyes narrowed. “If this town doesn’t accept our queen, then this set of kings will take their business and their money and their jobs elsewhere.”
Sam exchanged a look with Jack. Sam would go along with whatever needed to be done. It would be hard, but they could do it. He wouldn’t have Abby treated like that.
Jack put his beer down. “Mike, will you excuse us for a moment? I need to have a private word with Abby and Sam.”
Mike smiled knowingly as Jack stood. “I’ll keep the table warm.”
Sam’s entire body went on red alert at the thought of cornering Abby. He’d been crazy to find out what she was wearing under that skirt. “What’s the plan, Jack?”
“Follow my lead,” Jack said with a predatory look.
Sam had been following Jack’s lead for years. He wasn’t about to stop now.
* * * *
“What is this place?” Abby tried to contain the excitement of being alone with Jack and Sam.
Jack used a key to open a door at the top of the stairs. The Barn had, at one point, been an actual barn, Jack had explained over dinner. When they renovated it to make it a bar, they created a second floor for offices and storage.
“Sam sometimes gets plastered.” Jack escorted her through the door into the room. “I had the contractors build this room specifically for those times.”
It was a small room but well kept. There was a bed and a dresser. Several bottles of water and aspirin were on a bedside table, ready for use. “Are you telling me Sam has a drunk room?”
“Hell, no.” Sam’s smile was wicked. “The bar is my drunk room. This is my passing out room.”
“It’s a drive from the bar to our house, and I was worried Sam might decide to take the more direct route right through our land.” Jack turned on the light by the bed. “I couldn’t take the chance he might plow through our fences or hit the herd.”
“I don’t always make the best choices when I’ve had a few,” Sam admitted with a negligent shrug.
“Come here.” Jack sat down on the bed. He indicated his lap, and she felt her body getting soft and warm.
This was the part of the evening where she’d sworn to herself she would explain that she needed to slow things down…like to a stop. She would be polite, but she needed to end things. It was for their own good. So why was she coming up with a million excuses to put it off?
Earlier, she’d told herself that they had gone to the trouble of changing their plans, so she should enjoy dinner with them. Then she thought it wouldn’t hurt to dance with Sam. Just once. Once with Sam and once with Jack. Then she would tell them. Then Christa had shown up. Now she was wondering if she shouldn’t chuck the whole idea of leaving them. The truth was she didn’t want to. She wanted all of this to be real. She found herself settling onto Jack’s lap. His hands went around her waist, and for the first time in hours, she felt safe.
“I need you to tell me why you didn’t mention that someone had vandalized your car, sweetheart.” Jack’s voice had gone dark and deep.
She sat up straight, her whole body on alert at the tone he used. How had he found out about that?
“Abby didn’t know about it,” Sam protested. “She was driving your truck, Jack.”
She flushed because she knew the truth.
“Abigail went by Christa’s earlier in the day.” Jack looked down at her. “I suppose she meant to trade my truck for her car, but then realized that plan wouldn’t work. That’s how she got that dent in the truck. It was from Mike’s trailer.”
Damn, she was in trouble. It was right there in his stare. “I am sorry about that. I know I should have gone on and taken my car anyway, but I was embarrassed, and I didn’t have time to get four new tires. They slashed those tires good.”
Jack tilted her head up so she was forced to look him in the eyes. “What you should have done was call me. What you should have done was been mad as hell and told me what was going on. She didn’t call out for you tonight, did she, Sam?”
Sam’s face was grim. “No, she didn’t. If she hadn’t fallen, I expect Luther would have hustled her out the door without me knowing about it. I was busy talking to the feed store owner.”
“You should have shouted out the minute you even thought that son of a bitch was going to lay a hand on you,” Jack explained sternly. “I never want to have to hear about you being hurt or humiliated from someone else again. I want to hear it from you because I want to be the first person you call when you need help. It’s me or Sam. There’s no going it alone.”
It looked like they were going to push her into the discussion after all. “I don’t think you should get involved in this.”
“Wrong answer, sweetheart,” Sam said.
Jack’s eyes narrowed. “Not get involved?”
She swallowed. Yep, now that intimidating look was turned right on her. “Just in that part, Jack. It’s nothing that should worry you. I can handle it.” Jack’s face was turning a slightly pink color and his right eyebrow started to twitch. “Are you all right? I think you might be having a reaction to the stress, or is that a nervous tick?”
Sam started laughing.
She sent him a dirty look. “Don’t you laugh. Stress is a serious problem.”
“And I need some stress relief, Abigail.” Jack’s hands tightened around her waist. “Can you think of anything that might relieve my stress?”
“Exercise.” At least he’d asked her a question she could answer honestly. “It’s absolutely the best thing for stress.”
“Excellent.” Jack neatly flipped her over his knee.
“Do you practice that move?” She found herself staring at the floor again. He was really good at it.
“It looks like I will be getting a lot of practice in the near future.” Jack pulled the skirt of her dress up, exposing the fact that she had been completely truthful about her lack of undergarments.
Cool air hit her backside. Her heart started to race. She had always thought she might be sexually submissive, but these men were proving it to her.
“I want to make a few things very plain.” Jack’s voice was a dark seduction. “I want to settle some things between us so there is absolutely no misunderstanding. Do you understand the type of sexual relationship I want with you? That Sam and I want with you?”
It took everything she had not to laugh at him. She was laid out over his knee with her bare ass in the air. He couldn’t be less subtle if he tried. “Yes, Jack. You want to top me.”
“It is not something I want to play at.” Jack’s hands caressed her buttocks. She heard him sigh. “I’m in charge in the bedroom. If I hurt you, I want to know because that is not my intention, but I want to experiment. I want to push your limits. I want you to trust us with your pleasure.”
“I trust you.” All thoughts of leaving them were gone now. She had to find out where this was going. She owed it to herself to see if this was really what she wanted.
Adam had been very dominant. It was what had attracted her to him in the first place, she recognized now. They might not have understood the correct terminology, but they had been headed toward it.
Her relationship with Ben had been completely different. She had subjugated her own needs because she wanted to protect her heart. Ben had been what she needed then, but Jack and Sam…she needed them now more than she’d ever needed anything in her life. She was ready to discover who she was as a woman.
“We’ll take good care of you, baby.” Sam’s voice had gone husky.
A hard hand came down on her ass, the pain a shoc
king burn that bloomed across her skin and then turned to a sweet heat that sank deep inside her. She moaned and waited for Jack to continue.
“That was for not telling me someone vandalized your car.” Jack’s hand came down strongly on her other cheek.
She cried out and clutched at Jack’s leg. Her pussy was getting ridiculously wet. Please don’t let him walk out like he had before. She wanted both of them, wanted Jack to fuck her hard while she sucked Sam’s cock.
“That was for not telling Sam that some asshole was threatening you.” His hand rained down on her, sharp and hard. He gave her another five.
She gritted her teeth, letting the sensation wash over her. It hurt and aroused her all at the same time. Her bottom was hot and sensitive, and she wriggled against his lap, trying to get some relief from the desperate ache lodged in her pussy.
Another sharp slap.
“Stop moving,” Jack ordered, and she stilled. She was rewarded with Jack’s fingers slowing pushing into her exposed pussy. “When I am disciplining you, you will remain still. If you need it, I’ll tie you down.” His fingers slid into her wetness as his thumb slipped over her clitoris, and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. “Outside of our sex life, I won’t completely dominate you. I will protect you and take care of you, but I won’t expect you to not be you. I won’t order for you in a restaurant or tell you who to be friends with. I want you to have all the things you want. But when we’re alone, I want you naked and submissive. I don’t think you’ll mind, sweetheart. Sam and I will treat you like a princess.”
“We want to give you everything you need, everything your heart desires.” Abby felt Sam’s hand caressing her bottom where Jack had spanked her. His fingers trailed over her cheeks, tracing the sensitive skin. “If you have obnoxious friends, we’ll put up with them.”
“But here, in the bedroom, I want you to obey me.” Jack lifted her up, easing her around.
Sam’s strong arms lifted her off Jack’s lap, and she found herself on her feet. Jack got up as well. He towered over her. It made Abby feel very petite.
“I want your submission,” Jack said solemnly. “Can you give it to me?”
“Yes.” She felt Sam relax behind her as she answered. Had he really thought she would refuse?
Jack’s smile was slow and satisfied. “I want you to undress me, Abigail.”
He stood in front of her, hands at his sides, waiting for her to obey. She eagerly went to the buttons of his shirt, drawing them through and exposing his gorgeous tan chest. “Does Sam top me, too?”
Jack’s smile was warmer than she could ever remember. He was in a happy, safe place, she decided. He needed this from her.
“If he likes. But mostly Sam likes to be told what to do, too. He’s got a submissive streak like you, darlin’.” He glanced back at his partner, who was waiting patiently. “Sam, you can take your clothes off or you can wait for her to undress you.”
Abby looked briefly at Sam.
He was tossing his clothes off behind her. “I can get it.”
Sam’s eager voice made her smile. She carefully unbuttoned Jack’s white dress shirt, pulling it from his slacks and pushing it off his strong, broad shoulders. Her skin sang wherever she touched him. Even as she went to the small closet and hung it up neatly, she could feel Jack’s quiet satisfaction with her. She did the same thing with his pants. She neatly took care of the rest of his clothes, making sure they were hung up or folded. Sam’s were chucked to the floor, and he was eagerly kissing the nape of her neck as she put up Jack’s shoes.
“You’ll have to get used to Sam.” There was great affection in Jack’s voice. “He is impetuous, to say the least.”
“I think I can handle it.” With Jack naked in front of her and Sam naked behind her, she reveled in the feeling of being between them.
“Look up,” Jack commanded. “Give me your mouth, sweetheart.”
She tilted her head up and gave him what he wanted. Jack’s lips touched hers, and she felt his tongue demanding entry. Her mouth softened, allowing him to press her lips apart and sweep inside. His tongue plunged in as he slanted his mouth over hers. Jack held her face in place, and she felt the delicious thrill of Sam’s teeth on the back of her neck. Sam’s hands trailed down her spine. He grasped the zipper of her dress and slowly lowered it. The dress hit the floor, and she started to step out of her heels.
“No.” Jack’s hands pulled her bra off. “The shoes stay. Sam, hang up her dress. You might not care that you’re walking around wrinkled, but Abigail does.”
Sam went to hang up the dress while Jack pulled her into the hard circle of his body. His erection prodded her belly, but he took the time to hug her to him, cuddling them close together. The light sprinkling of hair on his well-muscled chest tickled her nipples as he held her, obviously enjoying the contact. Suddenly, Sam’s erection nuzzled her backside as he got in on the action.
“Come on, Jack.” Sam’s voice was deep. “Cuddling is for after. I want to fuck.”
She felt Jack’s deep chuckle against her body. “All right, Sam. Always so impatient. On your knees in front of Sam, sweetheart.”
She turned and dropped to her knees. She felt Jack kneel behind her. His warm hands cupped the curve of her hips and ran down her buttocks. Her cheeks were still sensitive from the spanking and she shivered at the sensation.
“Take Sam in your mouth, Abigail.”
Sam’s blue eyes were deep as he stood before her with his cock in his hand. He stepped forward to tease her lips with the head. “Open for me.”
“Go slow,” Jack instructed her. “Lick him first and keep your hands off him. Use your mouth.”
She did as he asked, balancing on her knees as she leaned forward to delicately lick the head of Sam’s dick. She paid close attention to the slit in the head, allowing the tip of her tongue to briefly thrust inside. He was salty and silky on her tongue, and she loved the taste of him.
Sam moaned as she ran her tongue along the underside of his cock. “Fuck, Abby, that feels good. Touch my balls, baby.”
For someone who liked to be told what to do, Sam didn’t have any trouble barking out orders, Abby thought with a smile.
She briefly turned to look at Jack. He was in charge. Jack nodded his permission. She brought her right hand up to gently roll his sensitive sac. Sam growled with pleasure as she licked up and down his rock-hard length and cupped his balls.
“Feed her your cock, Sam.” Jack moved behind her. “Spread your legs, Abby. Whatever I do to you, you don’t lose that cock until he comes, understood?”
Jack didn’t wait for an answer, which was good, since she found her mouth suddenly full. Sam pressed forward. His hands tangled in her hair, gripping it firmly. He looked down at her, and his face was a mask of lust.
“Do you know what this is doing to me, Abby?” The question was a guttural groan. “The sight of my cock disappearing into that hot mouth of yours is the sexiest thing ever. Take it all in. Relax, baby. You can take me. You can take all of me.”
“She’ll take all of you,” Jack stated. She was glad Jack was so certain because she was struggling a bit. Sam was an awful lot of man. “She’ll take all of you, and when you come, she’s going to swallow. As for me, I think I’ll eat some of this incredibly ripe pussy.”
Jack slid underneath her. He lifted his head up slightly, and his tongue slid into her slick slit. Abby cried out around Sam’s dick.
“Don’t you lose that cock.” Jack’s fingers slipped into her pussy as his tongue placed firm pressure on the pearl of her clit. “You come all you like, but I’ll stop if you lose Sam.”
Sam gripped her hair firmly. “She won’t lose me. How long before I can come?”
“If you want to come with her, you should fuck that mouth, Sam. Her clit is ready to go off. I give her thirty seconds.”
Sam pulled and pushed her head as he fucked her mouth. He worked her hard, but she barely noticed. Jack was sucking her clit between
his teeth, his fingers curled deep inside her, and it was all she could do to breathe.
An orgasm shot through her, pulsing like a great wave through her pussy and outward. As Jack continued to lick her, she relaxed and let Sam use her mouth. He thrust in staccato rhythms as his dick seemed to get even bigger.
Sam held her hair and pushed his cock to the back of her throat. When she swallowed around him, he let himself go. She loved how crazy she could make him. He groaned as he came in her mouth. She swallowed as fast as she could, not wanting to miss a drop. She continued to lavish affection on his dick as it softened.
Sam went on his knees and caught her as she started to pitch forward. She fell into his arms as Jack slid out from under her. Sam took her mouth again, this time with his own. His kiss was sweet and grateful, and he played with her tongue for what seemed like the longest time.
Sam held her close as she shook with the aftermath of her orgasm. “That was amazing, baby. I love how you respond to me. You don’t hold anything back. Do you know how sexy that is?”
“It isn’t hard to go wild with you.” The way he was looking at her made her feel beautiful and precious.
“Back on your hands and knees, sweetheart.” Jack’s deep voice rumbled out the order.
She immediately complied and spread her knees, anticipating Jack’s penetration. He was the only one who hadn’t come yet. She closed her eyes and waited for the glorious feeling of Jack filling her wet pussy.
“This is going to be a little cold, darlin’.”
She bit back a gasp at the feeling of Jack parting the cheeks of her ass and a cold substance being shoved gently up her anus. Yep, she hadn’t been expecting that. She shivered slightly as he pressed against her flesh.
“What was that?” Abby asked, even as she figured out the answer for herself.
“It’s lubricant.” Sam’s voice was soothing. “Jack is going to insert a plug, and it’s going to stretch you to get you ready. Do you understand?”
She took a deep breath and nodded. The plug touched her and she groaned as it pushed against the super-tight muscles of her sphincter.
