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  Jack’s growl came through loud and clear.

  “Get that ass prepared, Sam.”

  She startled at the sound of the lube’s lid opening. With a few drops on my fingers, I slid them over her folds, then settled on her crinkled—and virgin—asshole.

  “Shh, doll. Only pleasure.”

  Her body stiffened as I circled my finger, so very gently. I continued until she relaxed, until she began to wiggle her hips. I doubted she even knew she was doing it. Only then did I apply a touch of pressure. Placing the little bottle above, I squeezed a few more drops and then pressed inward.

  “Sam!” she cried and I was sure Jack could hear her ragged breathing.

  “Do you know what I’m doing over here, sweetness?” Jack asked.

  I slid in and out, but only to the first knuckle, adding more and more lube. I wanted her to be super slick before I put the small plug in, knowing it would slide in nice and easy.

  “I’m standing in the tack room stroking my cock. Just knowing how you’re taking Sam’s finger has my balls drawn up.”

  Katie whimpered and dropped her head down onto her forearms.

  I took that as a sign and pulled out, quickly coated the plug and pressed it against her. “Deep breath, doll. That’s it, let it out nice and slow.”

  As she did, I slipped that plug right in, her passage so slick and ready. When it was seated, I gave it a gentle tug and her head came up, my name a shout on her lips. I couldn’t help the grin.

  “Like that? You should see it, Jack. The plug is in perfectly. The little jeweled end is all pink and sparkly.”

  It was a decorative plug, a pink faux gem in the wide flange.

  “Just as pink as her pussy?” Jack asked.

  “Yup, and in just a minute, just as pink as her ass. Ready for your punishment, doll?”

  She looked over her shoulder at me. “Punishment? But…” She sputtered when I stroked my hand over her upturned butt cheek, then gave it a little swat.

  “No panties,” Jack said.

  “But you only said you’d take them away.”

  “It’s just a reason to spank you,” I said, giving her another swat and watching as my handprint bloomed as pink as her plug. “We learned last night how much you like it.”

  “I do not,” she sputtered.

  “Then why are you still over my desk? Why are you pushing your ass out for more?” I spanked her again, nice and easy. We were overwhelming her enough. But she sure as fuck wasn’t thinking about anything but us right now.

  She stilled then and she whimpered once more, realizing I was right.

  I spanked her five more times, the last so I nudged the gem handled plug.

  “Good girl. You should see how beautiful she is, Jack.”

  She was. So hot, so sweet, so submissive. Perfect.

  “You’ll have to show me later, sweetness, how pretty you look with that plug in your ass. Now I want to listen to you come. I’m going to come all over my hand when you do.”

  With gentle fingers, I slipped through her dripping folds, slid into her pussy. She pushed back, fucking herself. “Want to come, Katie?”

  “Yes!”

  “With my fingers or my cock?”

  “Your cock, please.”

  As I undid my pants, grabbed the condom off the desk and slipped it on in record time. If she wanted my cock, I wasn’t going to deny her.

  Gripping a hip, I aligned myself to her slick entrance and slid in. With the plug, it was a tight fit, but she was so wet for me I filled her in one long stroke.

  “Oh god,” she groaned.

  When my hips were pressed against her heated ass, I leaned down over her. We were completely dressed except for the important parts. It was the most erotic fuck of my life and I doubted I’d ever get any work done at this desk ever again.

  “Feel good, doll?”

  She nodded her head.

  “How’s it feel to be fucked with a plug in your ass?” Jack asked. “Imagine what it’ll be like when that’s my cock instead? Sam in your pussy and me taking you there. Both of us.”

  His words had me close to coming. I wanted to fuck her with my cousin, to claim her completely. Make her ours.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  I took her then, deep strokes, slow at first, watching her face, seeing her pleasure in her profile. When I was sure she could handle more, I fucked harder, deeper. Rougher.

  “This is so dirty,” she said, her voice rough with her need.

  With one hand pressed into the desk, I reached around and found her clit, all hard and swollen for me.

  “Time to come, doll. Come for me. Come for Jack who’s listening on the phone.”

  She did, on command, and wasn’t quiet about it. Her inner walls clenched down like a fist, so tight and hard that I couldn’t hold back.

  “Fuck,” I growled as I plunged deep one last time, lost in her, the pleasure of the orgasm. It stole my mind, my cum as it filled the condom, making me wish the latex barrier wasn’t between us. I wanted to take her bare, to coat her with cum and mark her as mine. But it wasn’t my right yet. Soon, but not until she belonged to us.

  I heard Jack grunt through the phone, knew he, too, came.

  Gripping the base of the condom, I carefully pulled out as Katie lay slumped on the desk, her breathing ragged, her eyes closed.

  “Later, Jack,” I said, hitting the button on the phone to disconnect. “Come on, doll. We've got to meet the Realtor.” After wrapping the used condom in a tissue and tossing it in the trash, I fixed myself, zipping up my pants and tucking in my shirt.

  Slumped over the desk, she looked so mussed, so well fucked. I was getting hard again just looking at her. Slowly, she came up onto her elbows, her breasts thrusting enticingly over her bra and out from her blouse's opening as she caught her breath. “What?”

  “You want to sell the house, don't you?” I glanced at my watch. “I thought you'd like my quick pace, being from back east and all. We were supposed to meet her about ten minutes ago.”

  She stood abruptly then, her mind already working. Well, not completely since she stood there with a plug in her ass, her skirt about her waist and her panties around her ankles. “Are you serious? We did… that while you knew we had a meeting with the Realtor?”

  I grinned. “Damn right. Sally won't mind. Want me to take that plug out or do you want to leave it in?”

  She stiffened then, remembered herself. Glancing over her shoulder, she flushed a bright pink. Fuck, she looked good in pink. All over.

  “Here, let me help.” I fixed her bra, then her blouse. Turning her about, I carefully pulled the plug from her, grabbed a tissue and set it on the desk. Grabbing another tissue, I reached between her legs to clean her up. She swatted my hands away.

  “I can do that.”

  “I know you can, doll, but it’s my job to take care of you. If I made you messy, then I need to clean you up.”

  When her eyes couldn’t meet mine, I kissed her forehead. Tossing the tissue in the trash, I watched as she reached down to tug up her panties.

  “Oh no. Those belong to me now.” I held out my hand and watched as various emotions flit across her face. Surprise, embarrassment, menace. I didn't say a word, just waited. It was a battle of wills and when she huffed, I knew I'd won. At least this fight.

  She pursed her lips and stared daggers at me.

  “Want another spanking? I know how much you’ll like it. But then we’d be even later.”

  That stirred her into action, lifting one foot then the other and dropping the minuscule panties in my open palm, then working her skirt down her hips. “She’s going to know what we did.”

  “By the just fucked look on your face? Absolutely.”

  I could have sworn she growled at me, stomped out of the office and slammed the door on the tiny powder room. When I heard the water running, I had to laugh as I tucked her panties in my pocket. Fuck, she was perfect.

  When she came out a minute late
r, she was all set to rights, although she did have that soft, sated glow about her. Hell, I knew I had a shit eating grin of a well fucked man.

  “Isn’t she going to be mad waiting for us?”

  “You’re one of those who hates to be late, aren’t you?” When she just gave me the death stare, I added, holding my hands up in front of me, “Sally has lunch at the same time and the same place every weekday.”

  Besides being a good Realtor, Sally Martin was also motherly, a ball buster and knew everything about anything going on in town. Including my actions, and probably quite a bit about Katie. She'd also been married for forty years to the mayor and a town vet. While Cara might be able to talk to Katie about being married to two men, she was in that honeymoon stage which was almost syrupy sweet to watch. Sally's marriage was the real deal and had made it the long haul. It was something I wanted Katie to see, to realize that being with two men wasn't just a one night stand, but could endure.

  With every button she’d done up, her walls went up again. It was almost a tangible thing and I couldn't help but grin.

  “She's going to know,” she repeated.

  I took in her flushed cheeks, her red lips, her tousled hair. Anyone looking at her would know she just got fucked, and well. I didn't think it was a good thing to say anything more if I wanted to keep my balls, so I just took her hand and tugged her out of my office and down the street.

  ***

  CATHERINE

  Sam did a really good job of fucking my thoughts right out of my head. As he led me down Main Street I realized he'd mentioned sharing a wife with Jack. Not sharing me. A wife. When a man uses that word… ever, it's a big deal. No guy ever tossed it out there, especially if it pertained to them. But Sam was so casual about it, as if he really wanted a wife to share his life with—and his cousin.

  What we were doing together wasn't a big deal. Sure, I'd never had a threesome before, never had a guy fuck me over his desk either while his cousin listened in on speaker phone. Never had a bejeweled plug in my ass. None of this bossy shit that seemed to make me ruin my panties—before I was forced to hand them over.

  For me, it was a big deal on the 'ways I've had sex' scale, but it was casual. Fine, it wasn’t a one night stand. It was a short term, week-long fuck fest. I was going to go back to New York with my orgasm quota checked off for the year. That was it. I didn't have time for anything else. I didn't want anything else. Did I?

  Jack and Sam were nothing like Chad. They were gentlemen, albeit horny ones. They held doors, made sure I was safe, even made sure I came first, even if that involved a finger or a plug in my ass. God, I could feel the remnants of that play as we walked down the street.

  The chemistry was off the charts, that whole butt play proving it, and… well, they were just nice guys. Hot, horny, dominant, nice guys. They made me think about things I never considered before. Living in Montana, two men, hell, a whole new life. No. My life was in New York in that corner office, not between them in bed. I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind and focused on getting Charlie's house sold.

  Turned out, Swan's Diner was only a block away from Sam's office. It sat on the corner of Main and Hogan, where the only stoplight in town—in the county, probably—was situated. The building, like all others, was old and brick. The interior didn't have the polish The Barking Dog did. Like Charlie's house, it hadn't been updated since the seventies. The booths were red, the counters white with gold sparkle in them. There was even a jukebox in the corner. Smells of coffee and grilled onions were strong when we entered and Sam steered me toward the back. It took a few minutes to get to Sally's table since Sam had to shake hands and say hello to everyone on the way. He knew everyone and he'd made introductions, although they all knew me, whether by the gossip mill or remembering me from when I was kid visiting Charlie. There was Bob, the man who ran the feed store. Miss Mary, Sam's pre-school teacher—yes, she had to be ninety-seven. Karl, the long haul trucker.

  They'd all been really nice, which had been a shock. As Sam talked highway construction with Karl, I realized there was something really kind of wrong with me if I was shocked people were nice. Nice! What had I expected? I expected them to know that I'd somehow bent over Sam's desk and let him do stuff to me that was probably illegal in Utah and Alabama. I expected them to know I had no panties on.

  If they somehow knew—perhaps because of the very satisfied look on Sam's face—they didn't mention it. They were nice. There was that dang word again. People weren't all jackasses in New York, but everyone had a game plan, an agenda. A mental to-do list that didn't include asking after their mother or finding out if their pumpkins were going to be in the State Fair again this summer. Crap, I just described myself.

  This feeling of community, of caring, it was odd. It was… nice. Damn.

  As we headed toward the back, Sam froze. “Shit,” he whispered.

  “What?” I asked, looking around. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary other than me stepping into Happy Land.

  “Brace yourself. You're strong. You can handle it.” Sam didn't say more, but guided me toward the back booth with a hand at the small of my back.

  Dread filled me—for what, I had no idea—but his hand seemed less courteous and more of a preventative measure to keep me from running away.

  “Mom,” Sam said.

  Oh shit. She would know what we did and think I corrupted him with my slutty, big city ways. Not just her son, but her Jack as well. I’d just let Sam fuck me over his desk while his cousin listened through the speaker phone.

  A woman in her early sixties stood and faced Sam, smiled. While he gave her a very warm hug, she smiled at me over his shoulder. She didn't look surprised at all by our arrival.

  Of course. I was the reason she was here, not to see Sam. If she lived in town, I had no doubt they saw each other all the time. She wasn't missing him, she didn't want to miss seeing me. What had everyone been saying? I inwardly cringed at what this woman was going to do? Stab me with a butter knife?

  I was right, I was her sole focus, because she nudged Sam out of the way to get to me. It wasn't hard to do, for while she was a foot shorter, she was sturdy and I was sure she'd run roughshod over him a time or two. She had short dark hair, gray strands attractively threaded throughout, and a quick smile.

  “I'm Violet, Sam’s mother and Jack’s aunt.”

  I held out my hand—it was definitely sweaty and I wiped it on my pants first—and she shook it, but then pulled me in for a hug, my arms trapped at my sides. “Honey, we hug everyone around here.”

  She was warm and soft and smelled of flowers. Her embrace was heartfelt and it was nice. I couldn't remember the last time—or ever—my mother hugged me. And yet I was a stranger to this woman and she pulled me right on in. Were people crazy here, or was it me?

  “How did you know where to find us?” Sam asked.

  Violet waved her hand. “Katie's in town to deal with Charlie's estate. She met with you to get the legal paperwork signed and of course she'll want to sell the house. Selling the house means meeting Sally Martin and Sally Martin always eats lunch at the same time and the same place. It was simple logic.”

  “Of course it was,” Sam murmured, the corner of his mouth tipping up. He offered me a quick glance, but said nothing. What could he say besides run?

  “Sit… sit, or we'll never eat,” Sally commanded. “You know how my blood sugar gets.” The blond woman at the table had to be Sally. Where Violet was all baked cookies and flower gardens, Sally was all dual wheel pickup truck and hunting rifles.

  Violet didn't even blink at the other woman's sass, but sat back down and slid into the booth across from her friend. Sam gestured for me to sit beside Sally and when I did, he took the place next to his mom.

  “Heard you two had a date last night.”

  I flushed red and Sam thanked the waitress for his glass of water. Either he'd had enough one night stands to be unaffected by such questions or he was a natural at faking it. “If
you two know everything, why are we even meeting?” he asked.

  If she knew everything, I’d be run out of town.

  “Well, it's been awhile since you and Jack had a woman together,” Violet said.

  I almost choked on my spit.

  “Mom, that sounds completely inappropriate,” Sam scolded, completely unfazed by his mother.

  “I didn't mean it that way,” Violet replied, then glanced to me. “It's been over ten years since you two were interested in a woman together. Your fathers and I are pleased. For you, and Jack.”

  “Fathers?” I asked, looking at Sam. “You have two dads, too?” God, he had said one of his dads had had a heart attack, but I hadn’t processed it. It was just so dang weird.

  “Oh yes, dear,” Violet answered for him. “I married Tom and Harris Kane almost forty years ago.”

  “I was a bridesmaid,” Sally said. “Fortunately, bridesmaid dresses were pretty back then. What colors are you thinking?”

  I realized both women were staring at me and my deer-in-headlights look.

  “For what?”

  “Don't scare her,” Sam warned. “Seriously. She's a lawyer in New York and is only here to—”

  “We know all that, son,” Violet said, patting his shoulder. “We'll let off on the bridesmaid dress colors if you come to dinner at the house before you leave.”

  I looked between Sally and Violet, slowly shaking my head. “Wow, you guys are good. You played your own son. Nice,” I applauded. “I either have to listen to you plan my wedding to Sam and Jack or come to dinner. How can I refuse such an arm twisting invitation?”

  I narrowed my eyes at Sam, but he was probably smart to flag down the waitress.

  Sam's mother was no idiot. Neither was Sally, but I wasn't marrying her son. I'd have to keep an eye on both of them. While Sam and Jack could talk me out of my pants—and my panties, those two could have me down the aisle. Or worse.

  “So you want to sell the house?” Sally seemed to know when to change the topic of conversation.

  I pulled a straw from the wrapper, stuck it in my water. “It needs tons of work. The bathroom is the color of an avocado and there's a rooster clock on the wall in the kitchen. It's like stepping back in time and while I think vintage is cool, this is like the Brady Bunch meets Montana.”