Lassoed

by Vanessa Vale

  God, those words. I’d have gone to Boston for her. Belize, Bangkok, wherever. But the fact that she was staying right here in Barlow because of us?

  Best fucking feeling ever. There was still much to talk about. Her job, where to live, but we’d work it out. What mattered was that we’d be together.

  I had so much love, so much need for her that I was out of my mind. It wasn’t just my dick that was leading the way this time. So was my heart.

  I had a feeling he wasn’t getting out of jail for a long, long time. That would help me sleep at night. And having Natalie in my arms.

  I’d never been on the second floor before, but I peeked in the first door we passed and saw that it was definitely Cricket’s. Women’s clothing was over the back of the chair by the window. Although, it could have been one of the guys’ rooms. Either way, I wasn’t fucking Natalie in there. I went further down the hall, past a bathroom and to a much smaller bedroom. Tucked beneath the eaves at the back of the house, the bed was made, the room neat and it appeared unused.

  Perfect.

  I tugged Natalie in and Sam shut the door behind us.

  We were too far away to hear anything from the front of the house—thank fuck. That also meant no one downstairs would hear Natalie cry out as we made her come. Perfect.

  Natalie looked at me with such need that it made me suck in a breath. And when she launched herself at me, her arms going around my neck, her legs around my waist, I oomphed. But just for a second because her lips were on mine and her tongue was in my mouth. My dick pressed against my jeans, eager to get to her. Fuck, she was so hot and frantic.

  It was heaven, fucking heaven to have her so eager. I was the one who pulled back. “Easy, tiger,” I said, grinning. “Don’t forget about Sam.”

  She looked over her shoulder at Sam, reached one arm out toward him, beckoning him to join us.

  “I want this to be quick,” she said, her breathing ragged. Sam took a step closer and she dropped her hands between us to my belt, undoing the buckle. Shit. “I need you. I need your cocks in me. Now.”

  I turned and carried her to the bed, laid her down and followed so I hovered over her. I let her open my pants, get my dick in her tiny grip. “This isn’t going to be fast, sweetheart. Not this time.”

  “You want both of us?” Sam asked, coming to stand at the end of the bed, his hands on the brass footboard.

  Natalie looked up at him, bit her lip. “Yes.”

  “Together?” I added.

  I let that question sink in, let her take a minute to understand what we were asking. We’d played with her ass, got her used to us being there, but taking both our dicks at the same time was different. So much more.

  “Yes, together. Just like you promised.”

  Lifting up, I reached down, took off her boots, let them drop to the floor. Her socks followed. Then I worked her jeans down her hips, taking her panties with them. I saw a hint of yellow satin, but didn’t take the time to peek. Her sexy panties were so fucking hot, but her, naked, was so much better.

  She lifted her hips, helped me and then she was bare from the waist down. I dropped to my knees at the side of the bed, hooked the back of her knees and pulled her toward me. I couldn’t miss how wet she was and my mouth watered to get that sticky sweetness on my tongue.

  As I ate her out, I looked up her body, watched as Sam went to the opposite side of the bed, reached and tugged the hem of her shirt up. She raised her arms for him to pull it off. He took hold of her wrists, captured them so they were straight over her head. Captured.

  Her breasts were covered in a pretty bra of yellow satin. With his free hand, Sam tugged down the cups, one after the other so her breasts were exposed, the nipples taut and pointing right at the ceiling. Sam leaned forward, took one in his mouth.

  I realized then I was barely licking her, the sight of Sam holding our girl down and playing with her was incredible to see. But she wiggled and whimpered and I wanted to get her off before we got in her.

  “I want to suck you,” Natalie breathed.

  Sam popped up, looked down at her. He was able to open his jeans and pull out his dick without releasing her hands. “You want to blow me while Ashe fucks you with his tongue?”

  “Yes, please. I want to taste you. Feel how big you are against my tongue, deep in my throat.”

  Sam growled as his dick pulsed in his fist.

  Leaning forward, he settled one hand on the mattress by her side so his dick hovered right over her mouth. Her tongue flicked out, licked the tip.

  “Fuck, sweetheart. You can have a taste, but I’m coming deep in your ass.”

  Natalie opened her mouth wide and I watched as Sam’s dick disappeared an inch at a time.

  He lifted his head, looked at me. Fuck, I knew what her mouth felt like around my dick, that sweet suction. “Hurry, man.”

  If he wanted to fill her ass with his cum instead of her mouth, I had to hurry, just like he said.

  So I stopped watching and got to work. I slipped two fingers into her pussy, found her g-spot as I focused my tongue on the left side of her clit, just where I knew to get her off. It was time to stop teasing and push her to the edge and over.

  And that happened fast. Thank fuck since I was going to blow.

  Sam slipped from her lips, his dick shiny just before she came. With her wrists still captive in his, she could barely move. Her back curved as she came, clenching and milking my fingers, eager for more. She dripped all over them, her body soft and swollen, slick and ready for my dick.

  As she recovered, I heard the drawer open and Sam’s words, “Of course this house has lube in every room.”

  Sam had gone to find some lube, knowing while her pussy was dripping, she needed some help to get his dick in that ass. We wouldn’t have her hurting.

  “Ready to take both of us?” I asked her. I loomed over her once again, took in her sated look, the soft smile.

  “Mmm,” she replied.

  “Natalie,” I said.

  Her eyes flickered open.

  “I love you. You’re what brings us together as a family. I’m glad you’ve decided to stay with us, but know this, we’d have gone with you. Wherever you are is where I want to be. As long as we’re together.”

  Tears filled her eyes as she smiled. She lifted up on an elbow, hooked her hand about my neck and kissed me.

  “Is that what I taste like?” She licked my lips once, then again.

  “Sweet like honey? Fuck yes.”

  “I have no idea what I’m going to do for a job, but right about now, I don’t care. I have money saved and well, Aiden Steele gave me the opportunity to figure it out. And, he brought me both of you. Without him, I’d never be here with you. I’d never have found love. It’s time. I’m ready. I choose both of you. Now fuck me.”

  15

  NATALIE

  * * *

  They might be the dominant ones, but in that moment, I was in control. They’d had me all but pinned to the bed; Sam’s hands on my wrists, his cock deep in my mouth and Ashe’s head between my thighs. Not that I’d had any interest in moving. But now, I got them moving.

  And fast.

  Sam dropped the bottle of lube on the bed so he could undress.

  Ashe stood and stripped off his clothes so his dick stood out, long, thick and proud. A bead of pre-cum oozed from the slit and I leaned forward to lick it up.

  He stopped me with a hand. “Oh no. Every drop is going in that pussy.”

  Putting a knee on the bed, he moved to the middle and settled, gripping me at the waist and lifting me up so he could straighten his legs.

  I straddled him, his cock nestled between us. My bra was uncomfortable so I reached back, undid the clasp and shrugged it off.

  “Better?” he asked, cupping my breasts in his big hands.

  I nodded, moaned as he tugged on my sensitive nipples. He had to feel how much I liked it since I just dripped all over him.

  “Up you go. Let’s get your cr
ammed full, sweetheart.”

  I went up on my knees as his hands slid to my waist, helping me settle on him, then lower, taking him all the way to the root.

  We both groaned. He was big, so big and deep. I loved it this way because I could take so much of him. I leaned down, kissed him, my breasts pressing into his chest.

  “Good girl,” Sam said. “Stay right like that.”

  I felt the bed dip as he moved behind me. Cool, slick fingers pressed against my back entrance, then slipped inside. Two at once.

  I gasped into the kiss. It didn’t hurt, quite the opposite, but it was…weird. The feeling was intense, especially with Ashe already in me. He started to lift and lower me, which only worked Sam’s slick fingers into me deeper. He retreated, added more lube, slid deep. Stretching me, preparing me.

  “That’s it, open up. Yes. Fuck, Natalie. It’s time.”

  Sam’s fingers slid from me and I heard the slick sound of more lube.

  Ashe cupped my chin. “Look at me. I want to see your face when you take us both for the first time.”

  My eyes widened as I felt the broad head of Sam’s cock nudging me, then pressing. He was insistent, but careful. I focused on breathing, on relaxing, but it was hard—and so was Sam.

  I clenched Ashe’s shoulders, but held his gaze. Sweat dotted his brow, obviously straining to keep himself still.

  “Ah!” I cried when Sam popped inside.

  “Shit, so tight, sweetheart.”

  Carefully, he pushed in, then back, fucking me slowly, carefully. Deeper and deeper until his hips pressed against my bottom.

  My eyes were wide as I stared at Ashe, saw the way his mouth turned up.

  “Well? How is it being fucked by your two men?”

  “You aren’t fucking me yet,” I countered.

  Sam pulled back and his cock hit every nerve ending within me.

  “Oh god,” I moaned.

  As he slid back in, Ashe pulled his hips back. A back and forth motion, one in, the other out. Fucking me.

  “That’s it. Take us both. You can’t do anything but feel. Let your men take care of you. Love you. Make you feel so good,” Sam crooned.

  Sounds of our ragged breathing filled the room. Slick sounds of fucking, too. This was it, the most amazing thing. Sex made the bonds of love strong, but this, with both of them, was the most intense thing I’d ever felt.

  Just like Sam said, I couldn’t do anything but feel. And come.

  The pleasure was too intense, my need for them too great. That first orgasm hadn’t cooled my ardor, only made me even greedier. And now I took.

  Both men. Both cocks. All the pleasure they could give.

  I came, clenching down on both of them. My back arched, my bottom pushing back and taking them both deeper. More.

  I cried out, groaned, clenched. Just gave over to the amazing bliss.

  I was lost. Loved. Held. Well and truly fucked.

  Sam thrust deep one last time, shouted my name as he came. I could feel the heat of him as he filled me. Ashe was seconds later, his grip on my hips tightening and his cum flooding me, dripping out.

  We were a sweaty, sticky mess and I couldn’t have been happier.

  Carefully, Sam pulled out and went into the en suite bathroom. Ashe rolled us to the side, his cock slipping free. Cum dripped from me, a blatant and virile sign that I was truly theirs.

  Sam came back with a wet cloth and they each took a thigh, parted me so he could clean me up. It was so intimate, this care.

  Then he cleaned himself and tossed the washcloth on the floor.

  Sliding into bed with us, he grabbed the sheet, tugged it up.

  “Welcome home, sweetheart.” Sam leaned over, kissed me, stroked my arm with his knuckles. Ashe kissed along my shoulder, his hand on my belly as if neither of them could stop touching me.

  I closed my eyes, felt loved.

  We were in a guest bedroom at Steele Ranch. Definitely not our home. But I knew what he meant. I was home. With Sam and Ashe. Between them. Right where I wanted to be.

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  Montana Fire - Chapter One

  “I’m not sure which one I want. I didn’t realize there were so many choices!”

  The woman wasn’t on the hunt for a new car or juice boxes at the grocery store. Nope. She wanted a dildo. I called her type a Waffler. Someone who contemplated all options before even attempting to make a choice. Because of Miss Waffler, I had ten different dildo options spread out across the counter. Glass, silicone, jelly and battery powered. She needed help.

  That’s where I came in. My name is Jane West and I run Goldilocks, the adult store in Bozeman, Montana, my mother-in-law had opened back in the seventies. Story goes she named it after the fairytale character when a mother bear and her two cubs strolled down Willson right in front of the store the week before it opened. She called it fate. Or it could have been because her name is Goldie, so it made sense. I started working for her when my husband died, a temporary arrangement that helped her out. Three years later, things had turned long-term temporary.

  The store was tasteful considering the offerings. The walls were a fresh white with shelves and displays just like you’d find at the typical department store. Then tasteful made way for tacky. Gold toned industrial carpet like you’d see in Vegas, a photo of a naked woman sprawled artfully across a bearskin rug hung over the counter. A sixties chandelier graced the meager entry. Goldie had to put her unique stamp on things somehow.

  It wasn’t a big store, just one room with a storage area and bathroom in back. Whatever she didn’t have in stock—although you'd be amazed at the selection Goldie offered in such a small space—we ordered in. Montanans were patient shoppers. With few options store-wise in Bozeman, most people ordered everything but the basics from the Internet. There’s one Walmart, one Target, one Old Navy. Only one of everything. In a big city, if you drove two miles you came across a repeat store. Urban sprawl at its finest. Not here, although there were two sets of Golden Arches. One in town and one off the highway for the tourists who needed a Big Mac on the way to Yellowstone. The anchor store of the town’s only mall was a chain bookstore. No Nordstrom or Bass Pro Shop out here. You shopped local or you went home to your computer.

  In the case of the woman in front of me, I wished she’d just go home.

  Don’t get me wrong, I liked helping people and I was comfortable talking sex toys with anyone. But this time was definitely different. Big time.

  Behind Miss Waffler stood a fireman. A really attractive, tall, well-muscled one wearing a Bozeman Fire T-shirt and navy pants. Can you say hot? A hot man in uniform? Yup, it was a cliché, but this one was dead-on accurate. God, he was literally heart stopping gorgeous. He’d made mine skip a beat. I felt all tingly and hot all over.

  He’d come in while I was comparing the various dildo models before I went into the perks of having rotation for best female stimulation, and when I looked up…and up and he was there, I practically swallowed my tongue. I’d certainly lost my train of thought. I had no idea God made men like him. Magazines, maybe. Real life? My real life? Wow.

  “Can you explain the features of each one again?” Miss Waffler had her fingers on the edge of the glass counter as if she were afraid to touch them. Petite, she was slim to the point of anorexic. Her rough voice said smoker, at least a pack a day. Her skin was weathered, either from cigar
ettes or the Montana weather, and wrinkles had taken over her face. She’d be pretty if she ate something and kicked the nicotine habit.

  I gave her my best fake smile. “Sure.”

  I darted a glance at the fireman over the woman’s shoulder. Sandy hair trimmed military short, blue eyes, strong features. Thirties. A great smile. He seemed perfectly content to wait his turn. If the humorous glint in his eye and the way he bit his lip—most likely to keep from smiling—was any indication, he was clearly enjoying himself. And learning something about dildos. Maybe he wanted some options for his girlfriend. He had to have some woman warming his bed. A radio squawked on his belt and he turned it down. Obviously, my lesson on sexual aids was more important than a five-alarm fire.

  Miss Waffler was completely oblivious of, and unaffected by, the fireman. I now knew why she wanted a dildo.

  I picked up a bright blue model. “This one is battery powered and vibrates. Ten settings. Good for clitoral stimulation.” I put it down and picked up another. I was used to talking sex toys with people. Some guys, too, but I was dying of embarrassment having said clitoral stimulation in front of him. I just imagined this hot fireman stimulating my clit. I squirmed, cleared my throat and continued. “This one is glass. No batteries, so it’s meant for penetration. The best thing about it is you can put it in the freezer or warm it and it provides a varied experience.”

  The woman made some ah sounds as I gave the details. I went through all the possibilities with her one at a time. I got to the tenth and final model. “This one is obviously realistic. It’s actually molded from the erect penis of a porn star. It’s made of silicone and has suction cups on the base.”

  Fireman peered over the woman’s shoulder as I suction cupped the dildo to the glass counter. Thwap. He didn’t seem too stunned by the size. Did that mean he was that big, too?

  “You can…um, attach it to a piece of furniture if you want to keep your hands free.”