Tri-Tip: Grade-A Beefcakes Series - Book 3

by Vanessa Vale

  “Now deal with her sass,” he said, voice ragged, sweat dotting his brow. His face was flushed and he looked like a god. One with a big dick and also the one I’d teased.

  And now more lube was being drizzled over my back entrance and worked in, followed by the beads. After the first one went in, I gasped. Gus pulled me down for a kiss and I knew this position gave Kemp a better angle to work my bottom.

  I’d felt full with Gus’s dick in me, but now, the beads, as Kemp pushed the next one carefully in, stretched me. More and then more still until another one silently popped within. The beads, along with Gus, made me feel so full.

  Gus kissed away my whimpers, my moans as I took each and every one of those beads. I could only imagine what Kemp and Poe were seeing, how I’d not only swallowed up Gus’s dick, but a row of silicone beads, too.

  “Will we ever be able to curb your sass?” Poe asked, stroking back my hair.

  “Doubtful,” I replied.

  Kemp gave a quick tug and one of the beads popped out. I gasped, arched my back and clenched.

  “Oh my god,” I moaned.

  Gus grinned. “Maybe another orgasm will get you compliant.”

  He didn’t say more, only moved me, fucked me, worked my body until I arched my back and came, the thick feel of his dick stroking over my g-spot—how did he do that?—set me off.

  But it was when Kemp pulled out the beads, one right after the other that I screamed. The dual sensations of my clit and g-spot being rubbed and the anal beads offering dark and slightly painful pleasure, destroyed me.

  I was a quivering, sweaty mess when Gus called out my name and came.

  Someone helped me off of Gus, and I curled up on the bed.

  “You’re not done, Parker. Bad girls who sass get their asses fucked.”

  I was maneuvered once again, this time so I was leaning over the side of the bed. My feet were on the floor and a pillow was stuffed between my hips. More cool lube, this time though, it felt good on my worked tissues, followed by another condom wrapper opening.

  A hand tugged one of my butt cheeks to the side, and a finger slipped into my back entrance. Nice and deep it went, working more and more lube inside.

  “Isn’t that right?” Kemp asked.

  God, he was the dirty talker. The dark one. Poe might be intense and Gus laid back, but Kemp had a kink that matched my own. He was the one who’d push me, to give me what I didn’t even really know I needed. Yet he was waiting for me to tell him yes.

  I nodded into the pillow as a second finger joined the first, stretching me open wider than the beads had.

  “I need the words.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Oh, so sweet. But yes, sir, what?”

  I breathed in and out as he added a third. I’d done butt stuff before. This wasn’t new to me, but it had never felt like this before. It had always been a guy wanting to ass fuck. Nothing more.

  But Kemp was making me submit in the most intimate way possible. Making me admit I wanted it, making it seem naughty when it was anything but, especially between the four of us. But me, being a bad girl, only added another level of their domination.

  “Yes, sir, I… I need my ass fucked.”

  Poe crawled onto the bed, knelt and parted his knees wide right in front of my face. His dick was right there. I smelled soap, as if when he’d gone in to dispose of the condom, he’d washed up in the bathroom.

  “That’s right,” Kemp replied.

  I whimpered and looked over my shoulder. Kemp’s condom-covered dick—glistening with extra lube—was settled right between my cheeks, the head nudging the well-slicked entrance.

  He prodded, pushed. Gus squirted more lube onto my entrance. Poe turned my head, focused my attention on him. “Suck my dick, sweetheart.”

  I gasped when Kemp popped past my tight ring of muscle. I was stretched open, so unbelievably wide, but it felt strangely good. Jangly. Intense. Dark. After I caught my breath, I took Poe into my mouth. He was slow, careful as he mouth fucked me. I glanced up, saw him watching his big slab of meat disappear in my mouth, but he would look down my back, watch as Kemp worked himself into me deeper and deeper until he bottomed out.

  Only then did they move. Slow and steady. I felt… skewered. Dominated. Controlled. I couldn’t wiggle, couldn’t do anything except let them fuck me. Knowing that pushed me to the brink of coming. I’d never felt so submissive. Ever. When a hand worked its way between my hips and the pillow and found my clit, I came. Instantly. I dripped all over Gus’s hand as I clenched around Kemp’s dick, my pussy empty. Poe pressed his dick to the back of my mouth, the broad head sitting right at the back of my throat and he came. I swallowed his cum, down and down again before he pulled out.

  Kemp continued to slowly fuck me until he, too, came. Deep in my ass.

  I was done. Finished. Ruined.

  “This is just the beginning, pixie,” Gus murmured as he kissed my head, tucked me beneath the covers. “I’m not letting you go again.”

  “We aren’t letting you go,” Kemp added.

  I must have fallen asleep, for the next time I opened my eyes, the room was dark and Gus’s head was between my thighs. We were alone, the big bed just for us.

  And hours later, as dawn turned the sky pink, I woke to Poe picking me up and carrying me—carrying!—to the bathroom and helping me into a hot shower. There, he settled me on the bench, parted my thighs and shaved me, just as he’d promised to do.

  After, he fucked me, then left me a boneless heap.

  If Kemp hadn’t already left to go to the gym, I’d have been late for work. Even without a different kind of morning workout with him, I was deliciously sore and had a smile on my face when I walked to my sheriff SUV, Honey right on my heels.

  9

  KEMP

  * * *

  “I think Gus getting a second chance with Parker is really romantic,” Julia said. She was setting out plates on the teak table, circling it and putting one in front of each chair. Her red hair caught the early evening sun and made it even more vivid.

  For the Duke family weekly dinner, it was at the ranch since it was Tucker’s turn to host. Even with Mr. and Mrs. Duke not back yet from a Mediterranean cruise, the rest still got together. The weather was so nice we were eating outside on the large patio. The huge grill was hot and smoking, the scent of barbecued meat made my stomach growl. I was hungry, and not just for food.

  Parker was to show up after her shift and I was eager to see her. My dick, too.

  It had been hard to let her go this morning, content to keep her naked all day. Fuck, what we’d done with her. She’d been so responsive. It had been practically vanilla, what we’d done. We hadn’t tied her up—or made use of her handcuffs—or spanked her… barely. She hadn’t stayed naked all day so we could bend her over any available surface and fuck her. We hadn’t put a plug in her ass and made her wear it. Hell, it wasn’t like she could keep it in when she went to work, but I would certainly insert one and send her off to the market. Or get her on her knees after she came in the door, taking turns to suck all three of us off. My dick got hard thinking of my cum on her tongue, then her swallowing it down as if it were her favorite treat.

  Yeah, I was ruined. Good thing, she was off the next two days, so every dirty kind of play was still a possibility.

  But Julia’s words made me smile and glance at Gus.

  He was stroking his beard with his thumb and I had no doubt he was thinking what we’d done with Parker was anything but romantic. It had been filthy, at best. My mouth watered for the taste of her pussy again. Just remembering the way her inner walls had clenched my fingers when she came for me that first time or later, when I’d been balls deep in her tight ass. My dick wanted in her again.

  “I’m not claiming her alone, you know,” Gus told her.

  She set the last plate down, then faced us. Smiled, although a little wistfully. “I know. I’m glad you guys found someone together. You’ve been waiting for a whi
le.”

  As far as I knew, Julia wasn’t dating anyone. She’d gone out with a few guys—Gus had grumbled about the simple dinner-and-a-movie dates she went on—but none stuck. None worth bringing to a Sunday dinner. No doubt she wanted to find The One herself, especially since all three of her brothers had. I smiled, realizing that was true. Gus had found his woman and she was mine and Poe’s, too. Just yesterday we’d met her for the first time and yet, she was ours. For good.

  I wanted to hug Julia, tell her the right guy was worth waiting for, that the right one would treat her like a queen or her brothers, along with Jed, Colton, Poe and I, would beat the fucking shit out of him. She knew it, probably felt the pressure of that alone, because any guy who wanted her would have to be so pussy whipped that he didn’t care what all of us would do to him. Because if he so much as even had a dirty thought about Julia, let alone touched her, he’d have his hand lopped off at the wrist. And if he even considered doing half of the dirty stuff we did with Parker… he’d be buried somewhere on the ranch, never to be seen again.

  But I didn’t want to embarrass her, to make it obvious to her brothers she wanted her own romance, so I did nothing.

  Julia went back inside. It was just the guys on the patio now. The women were in the kitchen. They’d left the grilling to the men, although I had no doubt they could do a perfectly fine job on their own. Gus, Colton and Jed were relaxing in Adirondack chairs while Tucker and Duke manned the grill—not that it was a two-man job. Poe was leaning against the railing.

  “I’m surprised you’re even here,” Tucker said, lifting the lid on the grill and flipping a sizzling steak. While his nickname was T-Bone, he wasn’t called that because of the beef his ranch produced. Hell, no. I had no doubt the well-satisfied look on Ava’s face meant his dick was a serious piece of meat. And Colton wouldn’t leave her wanting either.

  “Did she sneak out at dawn because you didn’t satisfy her? I’d think with the three of you giving it to her she’d get a little pleasure,” Duke ribbed, holding his fingers close together.

  “Yeah, little brother. If you can’t figure out where her clit is, there are videos online,” Tucker added with a grin.

  Gus just stared at his brothers, clearly having learned not to give them any more fodder to fuck with.

  “You get Parker Drew between you and you let her go off to work,” Jed added. “Can she even walk right after taking on three dicks?”

  Gus grinned and Poe frowned.

  “I’m not even going to talk about how Parker takes us. You Duke boys can fuck around and joke,” Poe grumbled. “But her heading off this morning to be the fucking county sheriff? Not my first choice.” He went to the cooler and grabbed a can of soda.

  “I thought Parker’d be the one to have something shoved up her ass, but you, Poe?” Tucker asked. They might kid and poke fun at our sex lives, but it was only brotherly ribbing. None of the guys would ever disrespect a woman for her sexual desires. And while Parker’d had my dick deep in her ass the night before, the three of us wouldn’t have shared that with anyone. He was only poking fun at Poe. The jokes were always about the guy’s performance, not that of the woman. She was able to fuck with wild abandon as much as any guy.

  Poe stood, gave Tucker the finger, then popped the top on his drink. “You’re protective of Ava. Would you let her take on Parker’s job?”

  Tucker’s smile slipped and he was thoughtful for a moment, even glanced at Colton. Then he looked to Poe and nodded. “Point taken.”

  “She’s ours, no question,” Gus began. He was sitting in one of the Adirondack chairs with a glass of iced tea.

  I knew Tucker and Colton saw Ava once and knew she’d be theirs. Duke and Jed got a glimpse of Kaitlyn across the bar and were done for. So us seeing Parker for the first time yesterday, fucking her thoroughly last night and saying she was ours today was not out of the ordinary.

  “But she’s got a job,” Gus continued. “An important one. Responsibilities. You didn’t keep Ava from running the Seed and Feed after she finally said yes to being with the two of you.”

  “And Kaitlyn still works at the library,” I added. “Speaking of not being able to walk right, you let her up for air sometime.”

  While I didn’t think Duke and Jed were into having Kaitlyn submit, they were dominant men, and I had no doubt they took charge in the bedroom. But definitely not to the same extent as what Parker needed.

  Jed grinned. “But she quit the job at the hotel. At first, she hadn’t been thrilled to have us help her financially, but getting her house fixed up and rented made her feel like she could hold her own. That she could be self-sufficient again.”

  “Not that she’ll ever have need to be,” Duke added.

  I could see why Kaitlyn didn’t want to rely on a man financially, especially since her dad had been a drunk deadbeat… and worse from what Gus had said. But I knew Duke and Jed. She was theirs and they had zero plans to let her go. Ever.

  “And Parker’s the sheriff,” Tucker said, closing the lid. Smoke came out of the little vent at the top. “No way will she let you guys run roughshod over her. Hell, she’ll probably Taser you if you even tried.”

  “If it kept her name off the ballot and had her handing that badge over to Hogan or Beirstad, I’d let her Tase me,” Poe said. The guys eyed him, but said nothing, obviously recognizing how serious he was about having her stepping down and letting someone else have her job.

  The mention of Beirstad had Duke and Jed looking grim, but it wasn’t Roger, the one who’d been fucking with Kaitlyn who was running for sheriff, but his older brother, Mark.

  I didn’t want Parker to be sheriff. It wasn’t because I thought her underqualified or not good at her job. But shit happened. It made me nervous with the possible dangers she faced.

  Poe wasn’t alone in that thinking. But Parker wasn’t the kind of woman to rely on a man. She might give over her control to us in the bedroom—or even the shower—but she kept it elsewhere. There was no fucking way she’d let us run roughshod over her as Tucker said. If she wanted to add her name to the ballot for sheriff, we were going to have to support her in it. I glanced at Poe because I wasn’t sure how he would handle that.

  “She’s smart. To be a lawyer, really fucking smart,” Poe added. “There are plenty of other jobs out there for her. Jobs that don’t require carrying a gun for safety.”

  “She could talk to Porter,” Duke offered. “He’s the DA and based in Clayton.”

  Poe frowned and I looked to Duke. “Is that your cousin?” I wondered.

  “He’s two years older than me. Grew up with us. His mom and our mom are sisters.”

  “Don’t fuck with her, Poe,” Gus warned. “She’s worked hard for this job. For what she’s built for herself. If this is what she wants, all of us have to respect that.” He eyed the others as well before turning his attention to Poe. “Would you want her telling you to stop being a vet because working with horses might get you kicked?”

  “When a horse carries a gun, then we’ll talk,” Poe countered.

  Our attention turned to the sound of a vehicle pulling up, parking beside the others. Parker’s sheriff SUV.

  “Is that a dog in the front seat?” Duke asked, hands on hips. “I didn’t know they had K-9 now.”

  “They don’t.” I grinned at Parker’s new sidekick. She may not want a dog, or consider herself a dog person, but she had one now. Honey was in the passenger seat, sitting there as if she were Parker’s partner. Ears perked up, her tongue hanging out.

  “That’s Honey,” Gus said.

  “That’s what you call her?” Jed asked. “I call Kaitlyn sugar.”

  “The dog, you fucker,” I said, going past him. “But she does taste like honey.” I went down the walk and over to Parker. Poe beat me to her, opening the door before she could do it herself. As soon as she climbed out, Honey followed then trotted off to explore and Poe pulled Parker into his arms and kissed her. It was a blatant kiss of a guy who
wanted a woman. But there was an obvious hint of desperation to it, as if he held her to reassure himself that she was alive.

  10

  PARKER

  * * *

  “Spill, woman,” Julia said when I joined the ladies in the kitchen. The scent of grilling meat followed me indoors. Spread out on the granite counter were plates with rolls, bottles of condiments, a basket of chips and a crock pot that had something bubbling inside. By the smell, I guessed baked beans.

  I glanced between the three of them. Julia Duke had gorgeous red hair—where it came from, I had no idea since she looked nothing like any of her brothers—and a quick grin. Kaitlyn pushed her glasses up her nose and had a soft smile, as if she had a secret. Ava looked all glamorous with her blonde hair in beautiful curls down her back, her nails a bright fire engine red.

  I was off for two days barring any acts of God and wanted to kick back and enjoy the dinner. I hadn’t seen Gus’s brothers and sister since high school and had never met the others. First impressions were important and I figured a t-shirt and jeans were better than a uniform.

  But, my stick straight hair was pulled back in a rubber band I’d found on my desk and I wore zero makeup. Looking at Ava, I felt ridiculously unladylike. And that wasn’t taking into account I had several inches on them and maybe forty pounds. I was ready for the roller derby while they were ready for a day at the mall.

  I’d taken off my utility belt and put my service piece in the lockbox in the SUV. I’d even—much to Poe’s, Kemp’s and Gus’s enjoyment—taken off my uniform shirt. They’d looked like horndogs by the side of the SUV as I undid the buttons, but sad little boys when a racy bra and bare skin wasn’t exposed, but a plain white t-shirt.

  “Spill what, exactly?” I asked.

  “I thought Poe was a vet. I didn’t realize he did tonsil checkups on people,” Kaitlyn replied, waggling her eyebrows. “With his tongue.”