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  “You two could be axe murderers.” I highly doubted it, but if they were, I imagined we'd fuck first, then they'd chop me up into bits.

  Jack pulled out my cell from his pocket and fiddled with it. He put it up to his ear.

  “What are you—?”

  “Cara, hey, it's Jack Kane. Yeah, I've got Katie here with me. She'll be with us, so if you don't hear from her tomorrow, don't panic. She'll be sleeping off a night with the Kane boys.”

  He pushed the button on the phone, slipped it back in his pocket.

  I couldn't help but laugh at the man's audacity, holding my phone hostage. And mortified. “Oh my God. You did not just say that.”

  Jack held out his hand. “Let's go, sweetness. We'll give you a night your friend Elaine won't believe.”

  What did he have, better than perfect vision, to see my IM so clearly? “Then I'll get my phone back?”

  Sam laughed, slowly shaking his head. “We're not fucking you in exchange for your phone.”

  I arched a brow. If I gave in, would they think me easy? God, after what I did in the back hallway, the answer was definitely a yes. “Oh yeah?”

  “We're fucking you because you need orgasms,” Sam replied.

  Jack nodded once, eyed me from head to toe. “Lots of them.”

  ***

  JACK

  Bridgewater was small enough I figured I'd find Catherine either on my own or by enlisting help. I just didn't realize the help I'd be getting would be Sam's. And by eating her pussy. She wasn't just Airplane Girl either. She was little Katie Andrews, all grown up. I vaguely remembered her from… hell, fifteen years ago. She'd been all of twelve or so and had played with Declan MacDonald's kid sister. I'd been in high school at the time and a little kid wasn't even on my radar. I'd had my eyes on the cheerleaders. Hell, I'd been eyeing any girl with perky tits. I'd been a horny teenager and all I wanted to do was get my hands on some and get laid. I'd had a one track mind back then.

  Now, with Katie Andrews—all grown up—sitting between us in my truck, I still had a one track mind. Her. I looked forward to getting my hands on her perky tits, too. I'd had a semi ever since they were in my face on the plane.

  Just the sight of her as she was lost to her pleasure as she rode Sam's face had me almost coming in my pants. She was gorgeous all relaxed and flushed and while I didn't mind that Sam had made her that way, I wanted to put that look on her face. We should have gone to Sam's place since it was in town. Much closer to the bar. But I wanted her where she could be as loud as she fucking wanted; I didn't need one of his neighbors calling the police because Katie was a screamer when she came.

  Since it was ten miles to the ranch, I needed to keep Katie's mind from turning back on. I remembered how she was on the plane, stressed and worried about work, overthinking. I had no doubt if she had her pilot's license she would have gotten her own fucking plane so she could be in control.

  While I had her cell and she couldn't find out what was happening outside of the truck, she could simply turn on that Type-A mind of hers and start to analyze everything, to try to grab that control again. That was no fucking good. When she clasped her hands in her lap and started wringing them, I knew we were close to trouble. She needed to stay occupied and I knew just the way.

  “Slip off your panties.”

  Her hands stilled and she looked up at me. “What?”

  “Take off your panties,” I repeated.

  “Why?”

  Sam shook his head and laughed.

  “Because I want to see your pussy. I want to play with it on the way to the ranch. Because I want you thinking about what I'm going to do to you once we get there.” And nothing else.

  “We,” Sam added. “What we're going to do to you.”

  “You had an up close and personal view of that pussy earlier. It's my fucking turn,” I told Sam. I couldn’t help the rough tone. She’d all but straddled my lap on the plane and he’d been the one to have her come all over his face. Not fucking fair. I could pound nails with my hard on. Just watching her, hearing her orgasm was almost enough to make me come in my pants. “Sweetness, take off those panties.”

  Even with her seat belt on, she was able to shimmy her hips and work the little scrap of lace down her legs and off. When she held them in her hands, I snatched them from her and stuffed them in my shirt pocket. I felt the dampness on them and her sweet scent rose up to me. Fuck.

  “No more panties or I'll just keep taking them.”

  With one hand on the wheel, I placed the other on her thigh and worked her flirty little skirt up. Sam did the same with the other side and soon enough her pussy was exposed. Thank Christ for straight roads or we would have been in a ditch.

  Only a hint of color remained in the sky, so only the lights from the dashboard illuminated her. I could see that she had a small triangle of hair at the top. Cupping her knee, I spread her legs apart. I ignored her gasp when I saw she was wet. Her little folds practically glowed with the pale blue light.

  I couldn't resist and slid my fingers inward, sliding them over her. Wet and hot, like silk. As I parted her folds and slipped a finger inside of her, Sam found her clit.

  When Katie rocked her hips up and a throaty cry filled the truck's cab, Sam said, “Stop driving like a fucking old lady. I want to come deep inside this hot pussy, not my pants.”

  I put my foot down on the accelerator. “No fucking kidding.”

  By the time I pulled up in front of the main house, Katie was on the brink of coming—her pussy walls were clenching my fingers— and she had a death grip on both our wrists.

  “No coming, sweetness.”

  “What?” she cried, breathy and frustrated. Her dark gaze lifted to mine, confusion and passion warred.

  “We're in charge now,” I told her, so there was no question in her mind she wouldn't be running this show. “That includes your pleasure.”

  “We say how, we say when,” Sam added, opening his door and hopping down.

  After stepping out of the truck, I reached back in, slid her across the seat and threw her over my shoulder, ass in the air. Sam was ahead of us on the steps and I tossed him the keys.

  “Jack! Put me down!”

  Sam pushed the door open and I walked right through and up the stairs.

  When she started hitting me with her little fists, I swatted her ass. “I'll put you down. In my bed.”

  “Jack!” she cried again.

  “Spank her again. She likes it,” Sam added.

  At the top of the stairs, Katie stilled immediately and I gave my cousin a wide eyed look. His only reply was a quick grin. Sliding my hand up her thigh, I lifted her skirt so it fell over her back, exposing a gorgeous ass. Pale and lush. I spanked one cheek, then the other.

  She startled and cried my name again, this time with a little less anger and a lot more heat. Dipping my fingers over her pussy, I said, “You like it when your men take charge, don't you, Katie?”

  I could feel her shake her head against my back. “No. You're crazy. I don't like being manhandled like this.”

  Sam turned on the lights and I dropped Katie onto my bed. She bounced once and she quickly scrambled up to her knees.

  “You might be in charge in the courtroom, might run circles about men in your office with torts and depositions, but you need your men to take control in the bedroom.”

  I had no fucking idea what a tort was, stupid lawyer paperwork, but he was right about the rest. She needed to let go, to forget everything, to turn that smart mind off. If that meant spanking her ass and tying her wrists to the headboard, then that’s what we’d do. “You can fight it, you can fight us all you want, sweetness, but your pussy never lies.”

  I grinned at her as I licked her wetness off my fingertips. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. Yeah, pure sweetness.

  Beside me, Sam started to undo the buttons of his shirt as he toed off one shoe, then the other.

  “Did you like the orgasm I gave you, Katie?” Sam asked, tugging his shirt tails from his pants.

  She nodded her head, shifting her eyes watch him undress.

  “Good girl,” I told her, relieved she wasn’t going to get embarrassed now. “There's no shame in what you did. What we did. Here's how the night's going to go. We're going to get you naked, then we're going to fuck every last thought from your head besides my name and Sam's.”

  I gripped the front of my shirt and tugged, the snaps popping one by one.

  “And if you start thinking again, we're going to spank your ass and then we're going to fuck you all over again.”

  “Ever been with two men before, doll?” Sam asked.

  “No,” she whispered.

  “Then on your back and spread those thighs. Let's see that perfect pussy of yours.”

  Yeah, we were bossy. Yeah, she hated being told what to do, to give up her control to two men, based on the way her eyes narrowed in that fuck you stare she had. But she loved it, too, because she didn't say a word, only laid back on my bed, bent her knees and spread her feet nice and wide.

  Not only did she have the most perfect pink pussy, but that little triangle of trimmed hair that pointed to the promised land proved she was a fucking natural blond.

  ***

  CATHERINE

  When Elaine said she wanted me to fuck a cowboy, she probably hadn't envisioned this. Me, with my legs parted, two cowboys standing big and tall before me, staring at my pussy. It was as if they were looking at the fucking Holy Grail.

  “She's wearing too many clothes,” Sam commented. He went to one side of the bed, Jack to the other and crawled on, slowly stripping me of my blouse, bra and skirt. I doubted I'd see my panties, the ones tucked into Jack's shirt on the floor, ever again.

  “What about you?” While I was naked, they were still dressed.

  It took seconds for them to strip bare and I couldn't decide which way I should look. On my right was Sam, my left Jack. God, two naked cowboys.

  Sam was dark everywhere. He either tanned naked or was naturally dark complected. He had a smattering of hair on his chest that tapered into a thin line beneath his navel and went directly to the thatch at the base of his cock. His very big, very erect cock.

  Then there was Jack. Jack's hair on his head was fair, as if bleached by the sun. He, too, had hair on his chest, but it was darker than on his head. His cock was thicker than Sam's and a drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip. I wasn't sure if I could get that broad head inside my pussy, let alone my mouth.

  I salivated at the idea of trying.

  Perhaps he was a mind reader because he crooked a finger and I crawled across the bed toward him. I looked up at him through my lashes, his cock bobbing right in front of my face.

  He gripped the base, stroked it once. “That's all for you. That pre-cum is for you. Lick it up.”

  His voice was dark and dominant and I knew that I was not in charge here. I was not in control. For the first time in… ever I was okay with that. I didn't need to think. I didn't need to worry about anything. We were going places tonight that I could only dream of, and then even further. I needed to let them guide me. If he wanted his cock in my mouth, that was fine with me.

  As he held his cock for me, I licked the head like a lollipop, the sharp taste of his fluid coating my tongue. He groaned and it made me feel powerful. Opening wide, I took the head into my mouth. He was big. Holy hell, I couldn't take all of him. I'd heard of women taking a man's cock down her throat. That wasn't happening with Jack.

  I felt the bed dip behind me and Sam's hand stroked down my spine. I sighed and closed my eyes at the decadent feel of it. A sharp swat to my ass had my eyes widening.

  “Don't stop sucking Jack's cock, doll.”

  I pulled off him and looked over my shoulder at Sam. He grinned as he slid his hand from where he was caressing the spot he'd spanked and between my legs. “That look's going to get you fucked.”

  I didn't think it was possible to get any wetter, but I could feel it on my thighs, hear the sound of it as Sam's fingers continued to move. I shifted my hips, beginning to ride his fingers, but he spanked me again.

  “Oh no, you don't. Suck Jack's cock, doll, and I'll give you what you need.”

  Looking up at Jack again, his eyes were hooded. He took my hand and wrapped my fingers around his cock. I felt it pulse beneath my palm, so thick, so silky soft yet hard.

  “I shouldn't want this,” I said. Was that my voice?

  “But you do,” Jack replied.

  Flicking my tongue out, I licked off another pearly drop, let it coat my tongue. “But I do.”

  I took his cock as deep as he could go now, pumping my fist at the same time. I wasn’t the best at this, but I had to hope my enthusiasm would mask any lack in skill. By the way Jack groaned, it seemed to be working.

  Sam shifted on the bed. I heard a drawer open, then the crinkle of foil before his hand cupped my hip, held me in place as his cock slid through my wetness, pressed against my entrance, then slid deep in one slow stroke.

  Fuck, the feel of him, stretching me wide and filling me so deep was incredible. I squirmed, unaccustomed to such penetration as I moaned around Jack's cock. The pleasure, hot and bright, made my skin tingle, my clit ache.

  Jack's fingers tangled in my hair, guided me to take his cock as he liked.

  Sam didn't move, held himself perfectly still as I closed my eyes and savored the thick feel of him. Of both of them. I was impaled front and back and I didn't want to be anywhere else.

  “I'm not going to last,” Jack said.

  “Hell, I'm not even moving, doll, letting you adjust to me, and I'm going to blow. You've reduced us to horny teenagers.”

  I clenched down with my inner walls, feeling him, learning how he fit me. Sam groaned, spanked me again. I clenched even harder.

  “Do you want to come, doll?” Sam asked, beginning to move his cock. In. Out. The pace was ridiculously slow, but every single nerve ending in my pussy was rubbed just right. His fingers gripped my hips, holding me just where he wanted me.

  I couldn't do anything about it. Sure, I could tell them no and I knew they'd stop, but that wasn't what I really wanted. I wanted him to move more.

  I couldn't nod as I sucked Jack's cock, so I made a sound, something close to a yes.

  Jack groaned.

  “Why is that?” Sam asked.

  I pulled off Jack's cock and looked over my shoulder. “You want to have a conversation now?”

  “Tell me why you should come.”

  “Fuck, Sam, I want my dick back in her mouth,” Jack complained.

  Sam's magical cock stroked over some place deep inside that had me arching my back and crying out. “There. Right there again. Please.” I wasn't beyond begging. Not now.

  Sam stilled. “Oh, no. Tell us why you should come, doll.”

  “Because… because I'm a good girl,” I replied, breathless.

  I was a total slut. What the hell was I doing with two men? One cock in my mouth, one in my pussy. What was I doing writhing and moaning, begging and talking about sex? Chad never went for any of this. Jack's hand covered mine on his cock and he began to stroke, slow at first, then harder and my ex was forgotten. Obviously I'd been with a loser who didn't know how to use his cock because Sam was going to make me come and he wasn't even moving. Then Jack—

  “Stick out your tongue,” he said. I looked up at him through my lashes, saw the tenderness in his gaze that contrasted with the tense jaw, the corded muscles in his neck. His cock was right in front of my mouth, a dark plum color and shiny from my mouth.

  It was naughty, but I wanted it. I wanted it all, so I did as Jack wanted.

  Placing the tip of his cock on my tongue, he groaned. Thick pulses of his cum spurted into my open mouth and coated my tongue. I kept my eyes on his the whole time, reveling in the way his eyes closed tightly, his skin flushed. His lips formed a thin line. He exhaled deeply. I'd reduced him to sheer pleasure and he’d all but painted the proof of it on my taste buds.

  When his cock had been emptied, he moved back.

  “Show Sam.”

  Jack was a dirty talker. What he was having me do was so filthy, but all it did was make me wetter. I turned my head, looked over my shoulder.

  Sam saw his cousin's seed in my mouth. “You're right. You are a good girl. Swallow, sweetness.”

  I closed my mouth and did just that. Jack’s salty, tangy flavor coated my tongue and filled my belly. I'd never swallowed before, never enjoyed it, but with Jack, with Sam watching, I liked it.

  Jack reached out, took my chin, tilted my head back so I had to look at him. With his thumb, he brushed off an errant drop of cum from the corner of my mouth. “Open.”

  I did and he slipped the tip of his cock back in.

  “Clean me up.” I licked the flared head clean. There was no missing the pleasure in his gaze or the way his cock was still hard.

  Sam leaned over me, placed his hand beside mine on the bed. His warm body pressed against my back, the soft hair of his chest tickling my sensitized skin.

  “I changed my mind. You're not a good girl. You're very, very naughty,” he murmured. “You've just swallowed Jack's cum while my cock fills your tight little pussy. You think you should come?”

  “Yes!” I cried.

  He licked the shell of my ear, tsked me. “You get to come because you like to suck cock. You like to take two men at once.” He swatted my ass, the hot sting of it making me gasp, especially when it only made me ache more, made my clit pulse. “You like to be spanked.”

  “Yes!” I repeated. I did.

  Scooping me up, Sam pulled me upright so I was straddling his thighs, our knees bent. I was sitting in his lap with his cock embedded deep. He held me in place with his hands on my breasts, Jack right in front of me.

  “Jack's going to watch you come.”

  Putting one knee on the bed, Jack shook his head. “Not just watch. I'm going to help.”

  He reached between my legs and flicked my swollen, sensitive clit.

  “Oh!” I cried, trying to shift my hips. I couldn't, Sam's hold too tight. Sweat coated my skin. The scent of sex swirled around us, dark and carnal. This wasn't like anything I'd ever… ever done before.

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