Texas Sirens: Small Town Siren Part 12

Jack's smile was slow and satisfied. "I want you to undress me, Abigail." He stood in front of her, hands at his sides, waiting for her to obey. Abby's hands immediately went to the b.u.t.tons of his shirt.

"Does Sam top me, too?" Abby was careful as she undressed her lover.

Jack's smile was warmer than she could ever remember. He was in a happy, safe place, she decided. He needed this from her.

"If he likes. But mostly, Sam likes to be told what to do, too. He's got a submissive streak, like you, darlin'." He glanced back at his partner, who was waiting patiently. "Sam, you can take your clothes off, or you can wait for Abby to undress you."

Abby looked briefly at Sam. He was tossing his clothes off behind her. "I can get it."

Sam's eager voice made her smile. Abby carefully unb.u.t.toned Jack's white dress shirt. She pulled it from his slacks and pushed it off his strong, broad shoulders, her skin singing wherever she touched him. She went to the small closet and hung it up neatly. She felt Jack's quiet satisfaction with her. She did the same thing with his pants. She neatly took care of the rest of his clothes, making sure they were hung up or folded. Sam's were chucked to the floor, and he was eagerly kissing the nape of her neck as she put up Jack's shoes.

"You'll have to get used to Sam." There was great affection in Jack's voice. "He is impetuous to say the least."

"I think I can handle it." With Jack naked in front of her and Sam naked behind her, Abby reveled in the feeling of being between them.

"Look up," Jack commanded. "Give me your mouth, sweetheart."

Abby tilted her head up and gave him what he wanted. Jack's lips touched hers, and she felt his tongue demanding entry. Her mouth softened, allowing Jack to press her lips apart and sweep inside. His tongue plunged in as he slanted his mouth over hers. Jack held her face in place, and Abby felt the delicious thrill of Sam's teeth on the 98 back of her neck. Sam's hands trailed down her spine. He grasped the zipper of her dress and slowly lowered it. The dress. .h.i.t the floor, and Abby started to step out of her heels.

"No." Jack's hands pulled her bra off. "The shoes stay. Sam, hang up her dress. You might not care that you're walking around wrinkled, but Abigail does."

Sam went to hang up the dress. Jack pulled Abby into the hard circle of his body. She could feel his erection prodding her belly, but he took the time to hug her to him, cuddling them close together. The light sprinkling of hair on his well-muscled chest tickled her nipples as he held her, obviously enjoying the contact. Suddenly, Sam's erection nuzzled her backside as he got in on the action.

"Come on, Jack." Sam's voice was deep. "Cuddling is for after. I want to f.u.c.k."

Abby felt Jack's deep chuckle against her body. "All right, Sam.

Always so impatient. On your knees in front of Sam, sweetheart."

Abby turned and went to her knees. She felt Jack kneel behind her. His warm hands cupped the curve of her hips and ran down her b.u.t.tocks. Her cheeks were still sensitive from the spanking, and she shivered at the sensation.

"Take Sam in your mouth, Abby."

Sam's blue eyes were deep as he stood before her with his c.o.c.k in his hand. He stepped forward to tease her lips with the head. "Open for me."

"Go slow, Abby," Jack instructed her. "Lick him first, and keep your hands off him. Just use your mouth."

She did as he asked, balancing on her knees as she leaned forward to delicately lick the head of Sam's p.e.n.i.s. She paid close attention to the little slit in the head, allowing the tip of her tongue to briefly thrust inside. He was salty and silky on her tongue, and Abby loved the taste of him.

Sam moaned as she ran her tongue along the underside of his c.o.c.k. "f.u.c.k, Abby, that feels good. Touch my b.a.l.l.s, baby."

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For someone who liked to be told what to do, Sam didn't have any trouble barking out orders, Abby thought with a smile.

She briefly turned to look at Jack. He was in charge. Jack nodded his permission. She brought her right hand up to gently roll his sensitive sac. Sam growled with pleasure as she licked up and down his rock-hard length and cupped his b.a.l.l.s.

"Feed her your c.o.c.k, Sam." Abby could feel Jack moving behind her. "Spread your legs, Abby. Whatever I do to you, you don't lose that c.o.c.k until he comes, understood?"

Jack didn't wait for an answer, which was good, since she found her mouth suddenly full. Sam pressed forward. His hands tangled in her hair, gripping it firmly. He looked down at her, and his face was a mask of l.u.s.t.

"Do you know what this is doing to me, Abby?" The question was a guttural groan. "The sight of my c.o.c.k disappearing into that hot mouth of yours is the s.e.xiest thing ever. Take it all in. Relax, baby, you can take me. You can take all of me."

"She'll take all of you," Jack stated. Abby was glad Jack was so certain, because she was struggling a bit. Sam was an awful lot of man. "She'll take all of you, and when you come, she's going to swallow. As for me, I think I'll eat a little of this incredibly ripe p.u.s.s.y."

Jack slid underneath her. He lifted his head up slightly, and his tongue slid into her slick slit. Abby cried out around Sam's d.i.c.k.

"Don't you lose that c.o.c.k," Jack warned. His fingers slipped into her p.u.s.s.y as his tongue placed firm pressure on the pearl of her c.l.i.t.

"You come all you like, but I'll stop if you lose Sam."

Sam gripped Abby's hair firmly. "She won't lose me. How long before I can come?"

"If you want to come with her, you should f.u.c.k that mouth, Sam.

Her little c.l.i.t is ready to go off. I give her thirty seconds before she comes."

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Sam pulled and pushed her head as he f.u.c.ked her mouth. He worked her hard, but she barely noticed. Jack was sucking her c.l.i.t between his teeth, his fingers curled deep inside her, and it was all she could do to breathe. An o.r.g.a.s.m shot through her, pulsing like a great wave through her p.u.s.s.y and outward. As Jack continued to lick her, she relaxed and let Sam use her mouth. He thrust in staccato rhythms as his d.i.c.k seemed to get even bigger.

Sam held Abby's hair and pushed his c.o.c.k to the back of her throat. When she swallowed around him, he let himself go. Abby loved how crazy she could make him. He groaned as he came in her mouth. She swallowed as fast as she could, not wanting to miss a drop. She continued to lavish affection on his d.i.c.k as it softened.

Sam went on his knees and caught Abby as she started to pitch forward. She fell into his arms as Jack slid out from under her. Sam took her mouth again, this time with his own. His kiss was sweet and grateful, and he played with her tongue for what seemed like the longest time.

Sam held her close as she shook with the aftermath of her o.r.g.a.s.m.

"That was amazing, baby. I love how you respond to me. You don't hold anything back. Do you know how s.e.xy that is?"

"It isn't hard to go wild with you." The way he was looking at her made Abby feel beautiful and precious.

"On your hands and knees, sweetheart." Jack's deep voice rumbled out the order. Abby immediately complied and spread her knees, antic.i.p.ating Jack's penetration. He was the only one who hadn't come yet. Abby closed her eyes and waited for the glorious feeling of Jack filling her wet p.u.s.s.y.

"This is going to be a little cold, darlin'."

Abby was startled by the feeling of Jack parting the cheeks of her a.s.s and a cold substance being shoved gently up her a.n.u.s. "What was that?" Abby asked, even as she figured out the answer for herself.

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"It's lubricant." Sam's voice was soothing. "Jack is going to insert a plug, and it's going to stretch you to get you ready. Do you understand?"

Abby took a deep breath and nodded. She felt the plug and groaned as it pushed against the super-tight muscles of her sphincter.

Sam murmured to her while stroking her hair. "Just relax."

Easy for him to say, Abby thought, as Jack pushed the plug gently forward. Sam wasn't having something shoved up his a.s.s to make way for something even bigger to later be shoved up his a.s.s.

"Push back for me, sweetheart," Jack ordered.

Abby groaned as she shoved her a.s.s back toward Jack and the plug slipped in. She wriggled at the tightness she felt, but once it pushed past the initial ring of her a.n.u.s, there wasn't any pain. There was a strange sort of discomfort, but Abby decided she could probably get used to it.

She felt Jack place a kiss on the small of her back before he got up. Sam held her hand to steady her while she rose to her feet. The plug felt odd, but she was learning that the tight feel could be pleasurable as well. Jack got on the bed on his knees. Abby's eyes widened at the sight of his big c.o.c.k curved up along his stomach. It was so hard it looked painful. Jack sheathed it quickly in a condom, and then Sam was lifting her up, seeming to know instinctively what Jack wanted. Abby found herself on her hands and knees facing Sam.

He stood at the edge of the bed, seemingly ready to watch the action.

She felt the heat from Jack's body cover her skin as he came up against her back. Sam leaned down and kissed her gently, and she felt Jack's hands on her hips and his c.o.c.k seeking entrance.

Jack pushed her slightly forward, pulling down on her hips and pushing up into her p.u.s.s.y. Even as wet as she was from her recent o.r.g.a.s.m, Abby groaned as Jack fought his way in.

"f.u.c.k," Jack groaned. "She's so f.u.c.king tight." He pushed himself in another inch.

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Abby struggled to stay on her knees. She had never felt so full. It was uncomfortable and thrilling at the same time.

"You're so beautiful, Abby." She could hear Sam's sweet words.

"I am so crazy about you. I can't wait until we can share you. Think of it, all three of us together. That's how it should be."

Sam's hands came forward to mold her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. His fingers plucked at her nipples. Sam wasn't good at just watching, Abby was learning. He dropped to his knees in front of her, trying to join in.

Jack found a rhythm, and she started a glorious, slow build toward another peak.

"You feel so good, sweetheart," Jack groaned from behind as he pushed and pulled his way in and out of her body. "You're so perfect for us." Jack's breathing became labored, and Abby knew he was getting close. She wasn't, but she was okay with that. Jack had already given her a monster o.r.g.a.s.m. She could handle it if she didn't come this time.

Jack wasn't having that. He pulled her up, giving Sam a good view of her p.u.s.s.y. Abby was on her knees, her back nearly flush against Jack's chest. He held her tight, his c.o.c.k still deeply embedded.

"Stroke her," Jack demanded hoa.r.s.ely. "I'm gonna come."

Sam was on the bed in a heartbeat. His eager hand quickly parted her slick l.a.b.i.a, and the minute he firmly stroked her c.l.i.t, she went flying. Her fingers dug into Sam's shoulders as she felt the o.r.g.a.s.m explode along her every nerve. She sobbed against Sam and pushed back to get every second of sensation. Jack hammered into her as he reached his own o.r.g.a.s.m. His low groan was music to her, and she shoved her a.s.s toward him, helping him to go as deep as he could. He finally exploded inside her. Jack fell forward, pushing her into Sam, who laughed as they all tried to fit on the tiny bed. Jack rested against her back as he came out of her warm body.

"I love you," she heard herself whisper. "I love you both."

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Jack stilled behind her, and for the barest moment, she wondered if that had been a terrible mistake.

"I love you, too, Abby," he said, sounding terribly vulnerable.

Abby knew in that moment that he had never said those words before to any woman.

Sam's smile was sweet as he kissed her forehead. "I loved you the moment I saw you."

Abby let her head rest on Sam's shoulder, and her hand trailed back so her fingers tangled in Jack's hair. She had everything she could have hoped for in that moment, and just then, it seemed like it would be enough.

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Chapter Eight.

It was almost nine o'clock in the evening, but Ruby Echols wasn't even beginning to think about going to bed. She knew there was no real point in it. She had gone to bed at the traditional hour of ten o'clock for the last month as a matter of principle, but she had slept very little. She lay awake knowing that dirty little wh.o.r.e was back in town. She couldn't sleep knowing her own sweet son was buried in the ground while the woman who had led him to his death was having a grand old time.

Ever since Abigail Moore had come back to town, Ruby had discovered her life taken over again by the rage that had simmered close to the surface for twenty years. Adam had been her beautiful baby. He was headstrong, but that was just to be expected. He was handsome, rich, and smart. Arrogance went hand-in-hand with that.

Unfortunately, he also had a man's terrible taste in females.

Ruby believed firmly that had Adam lived, he would have come to his senses. He would never have actually married someone of Abigail's cla.s.s. He would have woken up and realized he had a future that couldn't possibly involve a tramp like that red-haired hussy.

Adam would attend the finest schools and take his rightful place in proper society. Ruby smiled. She already had a girl picked out for Adam, she thought with quiet satisfaction. Claire Winbourne would make a lovely bride. She was blonde and looked elegant in designer clothing. She wasn't fat like the Moore girl. What men saw in fat women Ruby couldn't understand. She herself had always maintained a proper figure. She ate very little because to be full meant one lacked 105.

restraint. It was just what a lady did. Adam's wife would be slender and graceful.

Ruby put a hand to her head. Claire had married Walter, not Adam, she told herself.

Sometimes she got these things mixed up. Claire had married Walter, and Walter had screwed everything up. Now he was married to some fat girl named Jan who had been a secretary at one time.

"Mother Echols?"

Ruby looked up to see fat Jan in the doorway. Jan Lane Echols was a brunette with large b.r.e.a.s.t.s. They made her look trashy, and Ruby had offered to pay for plastic surgery to help her look more like a lady, but Jan refused. Ruby carefully schooled her expression. She had done just about everything she could to get rid of the gold-digger, but it hadn't worked. Now Ruby had to deal with the fact that her granddaughters would grow up to be the sort of women who should be dancing half-naked for tips. The stupid cow hadn't even managed to produce a single son.

"What is it you need?" Ruby asked evenly.

"I just came down to see if you needed anything. I heard the rumors about what happened at Delbert's. I thought it might upset you."

Ruby smiled. She had been happy with the conversations she'd had with her friends. They had taken great delight in informing her of the wh.o.r.e's dismissal. The fact that she had thought she would be welcome in a genteel place like Delbert's boggled the mind. Well, the idiot had never been very smart. The fool had turned down the money Ruby offered her to stay away from Adam.

"It didn't upset me at all. It just proves that society still works. A person of her character should not be allowed to mingle with the rest of us."

Jan's blue eyes rolled. It was further proof to Ruby that her daughter-in-law wasn't Echols material. Sarcasm had no place in a properly bred lady. "You need to be careful, Mother Echols. She 106 wasn't alone tonight. She was with Sam Fleetwood and Jack Barnes.