Outlaws: A Romance Anthology

by Yolanda Olson

  It wasn’t enough.

  It was too much.

  But either way, I knew. I needed my stepbrother and sister-in-law before I couldn’t take it anymore and did something all of us would regret.

  Chapter Four

  Mia

  “I think she heard us,” I told Jude, straddling his lap.

  “Hmm…maybe. But…” He tapped my nose. “It wasn’t like you were trying to be quiet.”

  I laughed, lightly punching him in the shoulder. “That was your fault. I was doing just fine without you.”

  He grinned, throwing me onto my back and slammed a hard kiss on my lips. “Is that so?”

  “Yes.” I sucked his bottom lip between my teeth and bit down.

  He jumped, a hard growl leaving him. “Careful.”

  I giggled, pushing him off of me. “I’ll get supper ready. Maybe Tiffany will help me.”

  Jude released me and sat back on his ankles. “Are we crazy?”

  Sliding off the bed, I quickly got dressed before turning back toward my husband. “Maybe but you know I love you right?”

  “Of course.” He got off the bed and slipped back into his jeans. “I want you happy.”

  “And I want you happy too.”

  “We can’t continue this way. We need to know if she’s in or out with this. With us.” Jude did up his jeans and came toward me. “I know I don’t want to ask a stranger. I don’t trust anyone else to bring into this fantasy we have. But I’m definitely willing to ask her, if you are.”

  “God, yes.” I gave him a sly grin.

  He chuckled, pulling me into his arms. “I love you, baby.”

  “I love you.” I cupped him over his pants. “Thank you for this afternoon.”

  Jude kissed the side of my neck and gripped my ass. He pulled me flush against him. “No, thank you.”

  “Hmm…” I turned my head and brushed my lips over his. “You’re delicious.”

  He released me, giving me a cocky grin and smacked my ass. “Go to Tiffany and see if she’ll help you with supper. The rest can go from there. I don’t want to bombard her with my wife’s horniness.”

  A laugh boomed through me. “I’m not that bad.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “Really? Who’s the one who demanded for me to go harder? I was ready to stop, I thought you were going to break my dick.”

  I rolled my eyes, gave him the finger and rushed from the room before he could catch me. The sound of his deep chuckles sent a smile spreading across my face.

  It had been one of the many things I loved about my husband. We constantly teased each other, poking light fun at the other and flirting. We had been married for almost five years and it never got old. My love for him only heightened as the days and years wore on. I couldn’t have asked for a better partner to spend my life with.

  Jude’s stepsister would be an added bonus, but he was right. I didn’t want to overwhelm her either.

  Once I made my way to the kitchen, my thoughts traveled back to just a half an hour ago when I heard her door slam shut. It made me wonder how much she saw. My body still burned from the rough use Jude made of me.

  “Hey, Mia.”

  I jumped, my hand fluttering to my throat.

  Tiffany laughed, coming up to me and gently nudged me in the shoulder. “Daydreaming?”

  My cheeks burned but a breath of relief left me that it wasn’t weird between us. “I’m always daydreaming.” About my face between your legs, baby girl.

  Something flashed in her deep green eyes but as quickly as I saw it, it went away.

  “Need any help?” she asked, going to the fridge.

  “Sure, please. Jude should be down soon,” I told her while we started getting supper ready. It had been the same routine that we had done ever since she moved in but tonight, it almost seemed different somehow.

  Her breath caught. “Okay.”

  When we were finished getting dinner ready, I was setting the table as my husband finally decided to join us. His hair was wet, and he was dressed in ripped blue jeans and a white t-shirt. My body heated imagining the drops of water running down his hard body.

  He caught my gaze, a slow smirk spreading on his face. “Miss me?” he asked, coming up to me and placing a hard peck on my mouth. The kiss quickly turned indecent as he slipped his tongue between my lips and pulled a moan from the very center of my soul.

  “Jude.” I gently pushed him away, my cheeks heating.

  Tiffany was watching the exchange, her cheeks pink and her eyes dark with a yearning I felt down to the tip of my toes.

  Jude chuckled, giving my ass a light swat before sitting at the table.

  I shook myself. “Forgive him, apparently he hasn’t gotten laid in a while,” I told Tiffany.

  Her eyes widened a bit.

  Jude’s laugh deepened.

  I winked.

  Tiffany chewed her bottom lip.

  Looking back at Jude, I blew him a kiss before going up to his stepsister. I didn’t want to scare her with these feelings rushing through me, but I wanted something. Just a taste. A tease. Something to hold me over. Knowing my husband was okay with it gave me all the courage I needed to take our relationship one step further.

  Chapter Five

  Tiffany

  I wasn’t sure what was going on but when Mia came up to me, all I could focus on was her. Her deep blue eyes, her pale smooth skin, her long hair that I would give anything to wrap my fingers in as she ate my—

  “You seem a little flushed, Tiffany,” Mia purred, trailing a finger down my bare arm. “Is something wrong? Not feeling well perhaps or is it something else altogether?”

  “Something else,” I whispered.

  “Oh?” She licked her lips, her gaze dropping to my mouth. “What is it, Tiffany? Anything I can help with?”

  My gaze flicked to Jude. He was watching the exchange, his eyes dark. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I knew that I didn’t want to do anything that would come between them. They were my family. My life. I would move on from this silly little crush and get over it before I ever caused a rift in their marriage. They came first and foremost. My lust and obsession with them would be shoved aside first before I became a homewrecker.

  “I don’t know,” I finally said, meeting Mia’s gaze once again. “I don’t want…”

  “What?” She pushed my hair off my shoulder, brushing her finger along the length of my neck. “You don’t want what?”

  “I don’t want to cause any problems,” I said all in one rush.

  Mia smiled. “Trust me, baby girl. You won’t. We love you. You’re our family. We want to take care of you.”

  In more ways than one I imagine.

  “But…” I looked at Jude then. “You’re married. I…I…”

  He lifted his bottle of beer to his lips, taking a long swig and winked.

  My stomach fluttered.

  “Just because we’re married, doesn’t mean we don’t want to play, Tiffany,” Mia said softly. She took a step closer, the heat radiating off her body. “Will you let us play?”

  My eyes whipped to hers. “You want to play? With me?”

  Mia grinned. “You have no idea how much I want to play with you.”

  Taking a chance, I let my eyes roam down the length of her. They slid back up her slender body, landing on her chest. She was wearing a black tank top, but I could still see her nipples poking against the dark material. The top was tucked into a pair of ripped blue jean shorts.

  I licked my lips, wondering what her thighs tasted like.

  Mia brushed her finger down my side, stopping where the hem of my dress sat a few inches below my ass. “Tell me, Tiffany. Are you wearing any panties?”

  Her eyes burned into me.

  “Maybe you should find out for yourself,” I told her, shocked at myself that those words left my lips so easily.

  Jude chuckled.

  Mia laughed. “There she is.” Her finger inched up my hip. Higher and higher until the
fabric of the dress was ever so slowly pushed up to my waist. Cool air washed around me, but the fabric still covered the apex between my thighs.

  Her finger stopped at my hip bone, her eyes dropping to my center. “Looks like we just found out that you are not wearing any panties.” She leaned toward my ear, pressing her lips against the shell and licking along the soft skin ever so slightly. “I want my husband to watch me fuck you.”

  My chest rose and fell, my nipples hardening at her words. “Mia.”

  “Shhh…” She reached her other arm around my waist, sliding her hand up my thigh and pushed my dress to my waist.

  By the groan that left Jude, I knew he could see all of me, but I couldn’t look at him. I was lost in Mia’s dark hungry stare.

  “I think he likes what he sees,” Mia whispered.

  “I’ve never done this before,” I confessed.

  “Don’t worry, baby girl.” She kissed my shoulder. “I got you. You tell me to stop and I will. Okay? I don’t want to do anything to make you uncomfortable and neither does Jude.”

  “Have you done this before?” I asked both of them.

  “No,” Jude answered for them. “But we’ve wanted to.”

  “We just never found anyone we trust enough to do it with. Some people are weird and want to do it just so they could tell people about it, kind of thing. But that’s not us.” Mia scowled. “Some people have no tact.”

  “I don’t want to tell people about it. I just want…” My words trailed off.

  “Tell us,” Jude demanded gently.

  I looked between them both before answering. “I want it to be our dirty little secret.”

  MIA

  God, she was perfect.

  Our dirty little secret.

  It was fitting.

  I glanced at my husband, waiting for any sign of jealousy or for him to jump up and yell that this was a mistake and for me to stop. But when none of that happened, I took it a little further. I wasn’t sure if sex would happen tonight but that didn’t matter. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to make her fall apart in my hands just by my fingers. The rest could happen later. We could take this one day at a time until she was ready for more.

  Although Jude and I had talked about this possibly happening, a part of me thought that it would never in fact happen. So I needed to make sure that my husband was actually okay with this. I loved both of them, but my marriage came first.

  “You good?” I asked Jude, needing to hear his deep voice.

  “Yes.” That single word came out gruff and I knew that this was turning him on.

  I wasn’t dominant in the least, not when it came to him, but with Tiffany? I found that I wanted her submission. I craved it.

  “Tiffany.” I brushed my fingers lightly over her lower stomach. “You good?”

  Her eyes locked with mine. “Yes.”

  “Good.” I gripped the fabric of her dress in my other hand. “Tell me to stop and I will. Okay?”

  She nodded. “I will.”

  “Good girl.” With light feathery touches, I trailed my fingers lower and lower. When they reached her clit, I watched her pupils dilate.

  Her breath caught, her legs spreading even more.

  I laughed lightly. “You’re a greedy little thing.”

  “It’s been awhile,” she confessed.

  “But not a while since you touched yourself.” I brushed my finger over her clit. “Isn’t that right?”

  She nodded, chewing her bottom lip.

  Pressing my body up against the side of hers, I cupped her breast with my free hand. “Look at your stepbrother, Tiffany,” I purred in her ear. “I think he likes watching.”

  “I think he does too,” she whispered.

  Jude’s face was flushed, his eyes dark. The darkest I had ever seen. I was sure most would be jealous but not me. In fact, it only made me want him more. I could never dominate him, but I could see just by the tick in his jaw that he liked watching me dominate Tiffany.

  “Let’s give him a little show.” I kissed Tiffany’s cheek. Without any warning, I thrust a finger into her.

  Her back arched, a hard moan leaving her full lips.

  Instead of letting her get used to the invasion, I slid a second finger into her, thrusting hard and deep. Her thighs shook, her chest rising and falling.

  My fingers rubbed at the walls of her soaked pussy, pushing against her G-spot that I was sure she had never actually felt before just by the sounds of pleasure leaving her lips.

  I took a chance and looked at my husband then.

  His eyes were locked on the spot I was currently fingering.

  “You like watching me finger your stepsister, Jude?” I asked, my voice husky.

  “Fuck yes,” he gritted out.

  “You want to watch me make her come?” I pushed my fingers into her as deep as her body would allow.

  She whimpered.

  Jude glanced at me then. “Yes.”

  My hand picked up speed, my fingers roughly penetrating a part of her that I had been craving ever since I met her years ago.

  “And then she’s going to watch me fuck you.”

  I shivered at Jude’s words, his voice dripping with need.

  Tiffany’s nostrils flared.

  “Would you like that, baby girl? You want to watch us?” I pushed the pad of my thumb against her clit.

  She nodded. “Yes. God yes.”

  Cupping her jaw, I turned her head toward me. “Good. Now let’s give you that orgasm.”

  I crushed my mouth to hers as my hand picked up speed.

  She cried out.

  I took that as my chance and slid my tongue between her lips, controlling the kiss and gave her everything she wanted.

  Her legs shook, her thighs trembling.

  Tiffany broke the kiss, a hard scream leaving her as the release rocked through her.

  “Fucking beautiful.” I pulled my hand from between her legs and brought my soaked fingers up to her lips. “Taste your orgasm, baby.”

  Her tongue peeked out, licking along the tips of my fingers at the same time I heard a chair scrape across the floor.

  “I think he wants something.” I kissed her cheek and went up to Jude who was now standing with his hand wrapped around his beautiful thick cock. “Definitely wants something.”

  An evil grin spread on his face.

  Tiffany laughed breathlessly.

  As soon as I was a foot away from Jude, he grabbed my hand and bent me over the edge of the table.

  In a rough move, he pulled my shorts down and below my ass before thrusting all of him into me. I cried out, my hips bucking hard against the edge of the table.

  Jude fisted my hair, towering over me. “Your cunt is nice and soaked, Mia. Did you like finger fucking my stepsister?”

  “Yes,” I moaned, his hips slamming against the seat of my ass.

  “Watch her,” he growled, pulling my head back.

  Tiffany was now sitting in the chair across from the table, her hand between her legs.

  A hard moan left me.

  She threw her head back, her chest rising and falling. “Fuck her harder.”

  My eyes widened. Looked like she wasn’t as innocent as I thought.

  Jude chuckled. “My fucking pleasure.” He pulled out of me before brushing the tip of his cock over my tight little asshole.

  I inhaled a sharp breath when he thrust into me.

  A scream shattered through my damn soul as he ripped into me.

  “Fuck,” I whined, my body burning at the delicious invasion of him being seated deep in my ass.

  “Come on, Mia. I’ve been fucking your ass for years. You can take it.” He wrapped his hands around my throat. “Now let’s show Tiffany just how dark you like it.”

  Tiffany’s eyes were wild as she watched us fuck. Her fingers picked up speed, pleasing that ache between her legs.

  Rising onto shaky arms, I started moving back against my husband, taking all of him into all of me.
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  “That’s right. Such a perfect little slut. Taking my cock like a good girl.”

  I shivered. God, I loved his degrading words. “Harder, Jude. Fuck your slut harder.”

  A growl left him as his fingers tightened around my throat. “You’re so fucking tight.”

  I locked eyes with Tiffany. “Come for us.”

  She whimpered, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she fucked her pussy with her own fingers.

  “Harder, Jude,” I demanded, needing to feel him force me over that edge. “Please.”

  Jude released my throat and cupped my shoulders, pumping hard and fast into a part of me that had only ever been claimed by him.

  “Fuck,” he groaned, his cock spilling hot jets of his cum into me. Reaching an arm under me, I jumped when his fingers came into contact with my clit.

  I squirmed, a whimper leaving me.

  “I’m not letting you go until you come for me, baby.” He kissed my cheek, flicking his fingers against my clit. Although his cock was now soft, he still kept it inside of my ass. “Come for your husband, Mia.”

  A fast release rushed through me, his name leaving my lips on a hard scream. “God.”

  He chuckled, kissed my cheek one last time and released me completely.

  Pulling away from the table, I did up my shorts.

  “Well…” Tiffany fixed her dress, giving us a small smile. “Now that we had dessert, should we continue with supper?”

  We laughed.

  Jude did up his jeans and went to the fridge. He pulled out three beers and handed them to each of us before sitting between us.

  “I’m fine if we just keep eating dessert.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

  I giggled, shaking my head at my husband’s insatiable stamina.

  Tiffany winked. “I like that idea.”

  Chapter Six

  Mia

  “Do you think we scared her?” I asked Jude later that night in bed.

  “No.” He kissed my nose. “If anything, I think she wanted more.”