Take Me Fast (Bridgewater County Book 3)

  Take Me Fast

  By Vanessa Vale

  Bridgewater County

  Book 3

  © 2017 by Vanessa Vale

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the products of the author's imagination and used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  BRIDGEWATER COUNTY, BOOK 3

  PROLOGUE

  IVY

  Seven years ago

  Even through the sleeping bag, the bed of Cooper’s rusty old truck was hard beneath my back, but I didn’t care. Not when I finally had what I wanted. Who I wanted—times two.

  Rory was on top of me, his lean yet solid weight settling between my thighs so I could feel thick outline of his hard cock. My skirt had slid up so my wet panties were pressed against his jeans.

  My head was cradled on Cooper’s arm and his breath whispered across my cheek as his free hand slipped inside my cotton button-down blouse. Deft fingers found my furled nipple through my lacy bra. I must have moaned because Rory stilled above me, his hips stopped grinding against me and he pulled away from the hot, wet, messy kiss that had started this whole business.

  For a second, I thought maybe he was stopping because someone had heard my sound. But, no. We were parked out in the middle of Baker’s field, far from town. The night was inky black, only the rising moon offering us light. There was no one around for miles, just the sound of a lone coyote in the distance a reminder of where we were.

  It was Cooper who broke the silence, his deep voice gentle by my ear. “Are you sure, Ivy? We’ve just wanted you for so long. Too long. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want.”

  I bit back a groan of frustration, arched my back into his palm. My pussy was aching, throbbing, begging to be fucked. But I wasn’t just horny for anyone—I wanted these boys. Both of them. I had for ages.

  Cooper and Rory.

  We’d grown up together, so I’d known them since forever, but our timing had never been right. By the time they took notice of me, I’d given up hope of them and had a boyfriend. Tom. He was nice and all, and I’d hoped that he might make me change my mind about Cooper and Rory. I’d watched from a distance as they grew up, filled out…became men. But it wasn’t until graduation that I finally called it quits with Tom. I told him it was because I was leaving Bridgewater, off to college in Seattle. That was partly the reason, but I also ended it with him because one thing had become abundantly clear—Tom had never turned me on the way Rory and Cooper did with just a smoldering look across a crowded party or with an easy conversation at one of the high school bonfires. I’d fooled myself long enough. I hadn’t had sex with him because I hadn’t been ready. I might have been if Tom had been for me. But he wasn’t.

  I wanted Cooper and Rory and no one else would do. I felt things for them, things I hadn’t even understood. At least until now.

  My parents had left me with my grandmother when I was a baby and Grandma’s idea of the sex talk was to show me some pictures of insects and flowers. None of those pictures prepared me for the firestorm that erupted inside me whenever Cooper and Rory were near. Some sort of electric current between us made my skin hot, my panties wet, and my stomach do flip flops.

  I’d thought I’d known what attraction was, but I’d been clueless. Now, thanks to Rory and Cooper, I’d finally gotten a taste of what it meant to be desired and to be wanted, but our timing sucked yet again. If I’d just known they’d been interested sooner. If they’d told me. If…enough ifs. Summer was almost over, and once it ended, we’d all be going our separate ways.

  Cooper and Rory were still frozen beside and above me, their hands frustratingly still as they waited for my answer. I’d heard some guys just took what they wanted, but not these two. The look of concern in their eyes was sweet but I couldn’t figure out why they’d stopped. This was what I’d wanted for so long—they were what I’d wanted—and now it was so close I could taste it, feel it. I shifted, trying to get closer to them.

  “I’m sure,” I breathed, wiggling my hips and making Rory hiss out a breath. I reached up, stroked his dark locks back, although they just fell over his forehead again. “I want my first time to be with you. With both of you.”

  To most, it would be crazy to be eighteen and want my first time to be with two guys. But this was Bridgewater. Two guys were the norm.

  “We weren’t thinking it would go this far,” Rory said, stroking a thumb over my cheek. Besides having my blouse open a few buttons, we were all still fully dressed. “That you’d want to, at least tonight. Shit, I didn’t, um, we don’t have any condoms.”

  “It’s okay,” I whispered, my cheeks growing hot under their watchful stares, and I hoped they couldn’t see it in the moonlight. “I’m on the Pill.” I didn’t know why I was embarrassed. I wasn’t the only girl in our school having sex, or in my case, going to. I’d gone to Dr. Murphy the day I’d turned eighteen. I’d already broken up with Tom, but I’d told myself I wanted to be ready when I got to college.

  As I stared up at Rory’s heavy-lidded gaze and heard Cooper’s labored breathing beside me, I couldn’t lie to myself any longer. I’d gone on the Pill because I’d hoped against hope that this would happen. I’d been dreaming about being fucked by these boys for months and now they were acting like they were too gentlemanly to give me what I needed. I loved that about them, but screw it.

  Arching my hips up, I pressed my pussy against Rory’s erection again. “I know what I’m doing. I want this.”

  I watched Rory’s jaw clench, but he didn’t move. He seemed to be waiting for Cooper’s verdict.

  I turned my head to look at Cooper, the fair-haired one—the sweet and gentle one. Not that Rory wasn’t sweet…but he sure as hell wasn’t gentle. I knew when they took me, they’d do it just like their personalities; Rory with wild abandon, Cooper with patience and deliberation.

  Cooper tucked my hair back behind my ear with the hand that had just been fondling my breasts. His pale gaze met mine, held. “God knows we want you so fucking bad, sweets. We always have. But we’re going to be leaving soon…”

  A whole new kind of ache swept over me. Sadness. Regret. Something close to nostalgia, even though that didn’t make any sense at all. We all knew that this would be the one and only chance we had since I was leaving for college in a couple days and these boys had enlisted in the army. We were in a little bubble in the back of the pickup. Alone. Together. Safe.

  This was it. Our one chance.

  I forced a smile for Cooper’s sake. “I know.” I drew in a deep breath. “All the more reason for us to have this one night, don’t you think?”

  Cooper grinned and leaned in to give me a long, lingering kiss as Rory growled above me. He started grinding against me again and I spread my legs wider, giving him total access.

  My words worked. All hesitation was gone and both boys sprang into action, fumbling with the rema
inder of the buttons on my shirt and the zipper of my skirt. Rory gave up on the skirt and tugged my panties off in one move. They raced to take off their own clothes and soon I was staring up at two very naked, very hot young men.

  My mouth gaped when I caught sight of their cocks standing at attention as they hovered over me. Holy shit, they were big and they were ready. I’d seen pictures of them in magazines and online, but they weren’t anything like this. Thick and long, hard too, both pointed right at me.

  After that it was something of a blur. We were all hands and mouths as we greedily groped and kissed and licked and sucked.

  Cooper took me first, settling between my parted thighs and nudging at my eager entrance. He swallowed the cry of pain as he carefully took my virginity. As he did so, Rory whispered in my ear telling me how beautiful I was, how perfect we were together, how he couldn’t wait to have me. He reached between Cooper and I, found my clit with his thumb as Cooper continued to slowly move. To slide deep then pull almost all the way out. The combination was too much. I clawed at his back, pulling him deeper, wanting more. Faster. Wanting it all. I threw my head back and screamed up at the stars. After that, I lost track of how many times they made me come, how many times they took turns fucking me. Until the three of us were lost in each other, until there was nothing between us.

  CHAPTER ONE

  COOPER

  Today

  Seven years away and nothing had changed in Bridgewater. Rory sat across from me at one of the back booths in Jessie’s diner, situated on Main Street, and the epicenter of life for the community. Gossip spread faster than butter on their hot pancakes. The booths were still red, the counters white with gold sparkle in them. The same jukebox stood in the corner as it had when we were kids. Hell, it even smelled the same—like coffee and grilled onions.

  We’d come back to Bridgewater for visits over the years, but this time we were here to stay. No deployment loomed. No thoughts of months of desert sand and enemies we couldn’t see. Because of this, I couldn’t help but notice it all in a new light. Living in Bridgewater again felt surreal. But we weren’t eighteen anymore, fresh out of high school with the girl of our dreams between us.

  Across from me, Rory was slumped down in his seat with the same brooding expression he’d always worn. When Jessie approached our table with a welcoming smile, I watched him transform before my eyes. He sat up straight and took his hat off out of respect. Even gave the older woman a quick smile.

  I pulled the sleeve of my long-sleeve T-shirt down to cover one of my scars. While everything was still the same, I’d changed. Some ways more obvious than others and not so much for the better.

  “Well, I’ll be damned.” Jessie came to a stop beside our booth, a nearly full carafe of coffee in her hand. She wore the familiar lime green uniform. While her hair had a few more threads of gray, she looked good. She was like a warm ray of sunshine; someone who always had a quick smile, or a few moments for some juicy gossip. “I guess the rumors were right. The prodigal sons have returned.”

  Yup, lots of gossip. I just never imagined Rory or I would be the latest news.

  I tried to return her smile but I’d lost the easy grin I used to be known for. I’d lost a lot of things during our tours of Afghanistan. When we enlisted in the fall after graduation, we both trained to become helicopter pilots. After years training and working stateside, we’d been shipped overseas. To war. The first tour went fine. Well, as fine as a tour in the Middle East could go. But this last trip had taken me as close to hell as I was willing to go.

  Rory and I had agreed that our days in the military were over. After my accident, the powers-that-be agreed I’d served my time and we’d both been honorably discharged. Now, we were back in our hometown and ready to make a new start, but adjusting to our old lives was harder than I’d anticipated. Part of the reason we were here at the diner was to escape my family.

  God love ‘em, they were only trying to help. But my parents and my younger sisters didn’t know the first thing about what I’d been through. They only knew that I’d come back scarred and distant. They were just happy I was whole—or almost whole—and home. Their attempts to help me adjust back to life in Bridgewater left me feeling more like an outsider. A charity case. The more they catered to me, the more I itched to run back to the military. At least there I knew where I belonged.

  Rory understood better than anyone. He always had. While he hadn’t been shot out of the sky, he could relate.

  Jessie filled up the empty coffee mug in front of me. “On the house for our returning heroes.”

  I tried not to wince at those words, but I saw Rory grimace on my behalf. We’d left visiting with my smothering family to avoid that kind of talk. I might not know who I was these days, but I knew who I wasn’t. I wasn’t the hero everyone was making me out to be.

  We’d always been protective of each other—Rory was the closest thing to a brother I’d ever had. But ever since the crash, he seemed to think it was his personal mission to keep me from any uncomfortableness whatsoever. His intentions were good, but what he and my family couldn’t seem to understand was that no amount of coddling would make the pain go away. My wounds had healed to ugly scars, but the wounds to my mind, to my psyche, I doubted would ever fade.

  During this last tour, my helicopter went down during a routine mission. I was the pilot transporting six soldiers. Anti-aircraft fire had hit the tail and I’d fought to keep us airborne, but it had been a fucking lost cause. I’d been injured, put in the hospital for months, but I was the lucky one. I was the one who survived. The only one. I should be grateful, but it was hard to feel lucky when all I could think about was the men who hadn’t made it. Who I’d killed because I hadn’t kept the chopper in the sky. Why did I get to go home when they didn’t?

  I saw Jessie’s gaze flicker down to the scar that was peeking through beneath my sleeve. “You doing okay, hon?” Her smile slipped a little as if she sensed my mood.

  Her intentions were good, I had no doubt about that. But I couldn’t bring myself to respond. What could I say? Was I doing okay? No. But no one wanted to hear that answer. No one wanted to know the war hero was fucked up.

  “So, what’s new in town, Jessie?” Rory changed the topic to avoid any further awkward silences. Funny, that used to be my role. I’d been the chatty one. The easygoing one. The one who could make conversation with anyone at any time. To smooth things over when Rory’s family life had been shit. Now he was the one who had to keep the conversation going when it grew too uncomfortable or someone asked the wrong question.

  I didn’t mind the silence, but I knew it drove Rory nuts.

  “There’s got to be some better gossip than us two returning.” His tone was too bright, too cheerful, as he tried to steer the conversation away from me, away from us. Away from what we’d been through overseas.

  “Well, let’s see now,” Jessie started. “I suppose you heard that the Kane boys found themselves a wife.”

  Rory nodded. “We met Katie during our last trip home. Sweet girl.” We’d been a year behind Sam Kane in school. His cousin, Jack, was a little bit older.

  “Did you hear we have a new doctor?” She looked at me with raised brows, like she was waiting for me to comment.

  “Is that right?” I mumbled, not surprised Dr. Murphy retired. He’d been around since I was a kid. He’d even set my broken arm when I was six. I’d jumped out of the big cottonwood in the back yard thinking I was Superman. I wasn’t then and I wasn’t now. It seemed I didn’t do a good job of staying in the air. That time, it had only been me who’d gotten hurt.

  “Yes, sir. Hannah worked here at the diner for a while before taking up with Cole and Declan. You remember those boys, don’t you?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  Rory was toying with his coffee mug and I knew exactly what was coming.

  “Any news on Ivy Walters?”

  There it was. Ivy. The one who’d gotten away. We’d had our eyes on her fo
r years back in high school. For the last few weeks of the summer, we’d done everything together—including one wild night of fucking—and we decided a long time ago that was how we liked it. My parents had a Bridgewater marriage—two men sharing one wife—and Rory and I vowed back then we’d do the same. With Ivy Walters.

  It had been no secret we both wanted her and it was no secret—at least now that Rory asked Jessie about her— we wanted her still. In Bridgewater, both of us interested in her was perfectly normal.

  And Bridgewater men? We knew how to find our woman. Call it fate or just a gut instinct, but when Bridgewater men found their mate, they just knew. And that’s how it was for Rory and me. After that night with Ivy, when she gave us the precious gift of her virginity, she became ours. She was the one, but she’d slipped through our fucking fingers.

  With that long blonde hair and perfect curves, we hadn’t been the only guys with out-of-control hormones after Ivy back then. No, she’d had a boyfriend for most of senior year. Fuck, Tom something. It hadn’t been serious, but it had been hard to see them together out on dates. They’d broken up, and finally we’d had our one night.

  Only one fucking night.

  But it had been perfect. Ivy had admitted she wanted us as much as we’d wanted her. And Tom? Well, we learned firsthand that he never claimed her. She’d been a virgin that night. She might have dated Tom, but she’d given herself to us. My cock had been her first. I grew hard just remembering how she’d felt, how her eyes had widened in the moonlight when I took her deep, stretched her open. Filled her up with my cum. Then it had been Rory’s turn and she’d eagerly taken him, too.

  That one time was enough for us to know, even all these years later…she was the one. We’d only been eighteen, wet-behind-the-ears boys and yet we hadn’t forgotten her. I thought of her often, wondered what she’d done with her life after her grandmother had passed away. All we knew was that after the funeral she’d never come back to Bridgewater. If she had, we would have known. If she had, we would have gone out to Baker’s field and had her all over again. This time, we wouldn’t come within two minutes. We’d seen to her pleasure, but now? Now, we’d take care of her like two men could. Not just in the bedroom, but in life. We’d protect her, love her, cherish her. Make her ours in every way. Put a fucking ring on her finger.