Texas Sirens: Small Town Siren Part 21

"Please what, sweetheart?" Jack raised his head to look at her.

She was restless underneath him, her body twitching and rolling.

He was being so stubborn. Abby was sure he knew what she needed, but he wanted the words.

"Please f.u.c.k me," she begged. The ache in her p.u.s.s.y was too much to bear.

Jack kissed her nipple one last time and then got to his knees.

"Since you asked so sweetly..."

Jack's hands were suddenly on her waist, and he pulled her over until she was on top of him. His back hit the mattress. "Straddle me."

Abby hurried to obey. She spread her legs and reached down to guide Jack's big, hard c.o.c.k to her opening. Even as wet as she was, she had to work her way onto him. She bobbed up and down, gaining ground as Jack's hips flexed up and his eyes watched her b.r.e.a.s.t.s bounce. Sam moved himself behind Abby, in between Jack's splayed legs. His hand worked around and ran the length of her torso from her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to the wet, silky V of her thighs.

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"Oh, please." Abby flushed as Sam's fingers brushed her c.l.i.t. She was so close. She didn't know if she could survive it if they denied her again.

"Give it to her," Jack ordered as he thrust forcefully up, using his hands to pull her hips down. He filled her fully, and Abby moaned at the exquisite sensation. Her head fell back onto Sam's shoulder as Sam's finger found the little throbbing pearl of her c.l.i.t. She went flying blissfully over the edge.

The o.r.g.a.s.m bloomed through her body, leaving her shaking as she collapsed forward onto Jack's waiting chest. Even as she shivered with little aftershocks, she could feel Jack's fullness as he pressed up into her, holding himself still. She was surprised when Sam held the cheeks of her a.s.s apart and started to work a warm, slippery substance into her a.n.u.s.

"Shh, sweetheart," Jack cajoled, pulling her head back down to rest against his chest. "He's getting you ready. Just relax. When he tells you to, push back."

Abby gasped as Sam slid his thumb past the ring of muscles surrounding her a.n.u.s. He gently worked the lube into her super-tight pa.s.sage.

"She's so small, Jack." Abby couldn't mistake the antic.i.p.ation in Sam's voice.

"Then you have to be careful with her," Jack replied.

Abby felt Sam withdraw, but then something much, much larger than his finger or any of the plugs they had used before was there. The broad head of Sam's d.i.c.k was pushing forward, seeking entrance.

Abby whimpered slightly as Sam tried to work his c.o.c.k in.

"It's going to be fine," Jack promised. Abby could see the strain on his face. He was holding back, waiting for Sam.

"She's so f.u.c.king tight," Sam gritted out. "Push back against me, baby."

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Abby didn't think that was such a great idea, but she tried it anyway. Sam was thrusting in short bursts, taking territory and retreating, only to thrust and gain another inch.

"It burns." Abby wasn't sure she liked the sensation.

"It'll get better," Jack a.s.sured her. His green eyes were dark as Abby looked deeply into them. "I can feel him."

"Can you?" Abby forgot about the pressure for a moment. Jack looked so pleased.

"Oh, yeah, baby. There's nothing to separate us but this tiny bit of skin. I feel his c.o.c.k sliding against mine. When he thrusts in, his b.a.l.l.s rub against mine. I love this, Abby."

Sam hissed, and Abby groaned. "I'm in," Sam announced as he finally slid home. "Oh, she's so f.u.c.king hot. She feels so good."

"Are you all right, Abby?" Jack asked. His face was taut with self-control.

Abby nodded. She'd never felt so full. It was shocking and was tinged with an edge of pain. The burn was still there, but so was a full chorus of nerve endings she never knew she had. Those nerves were singing now, begging her to go further.

"Can I f.u.c.k this sweet a.s.s, please?" Sam begged, his hands restlessly moving across her torso. "I'm going to die if I don't move soon."

Jack thrust up into her experimentally, and she felt Sam's c.o.c.k move in her a.s.s. She shuddered at the feeling of the two men filling her up.

"She's ready," Jack said as he pulled back.

Sam pressed forward, and Abby just gave over. When Jack pushed, Sam pulled. When Sam attacked, Jack retreated. There wasn't a single moment her body wasn't invaded and plundered deliciously.

Abby cried out as Sam hit some place deep inside she hadn't known existed. Jack groaned, and his hips pistoned up, fighting for his place.

Sam grunted behind her, pulling his big c.o.c.k almost all the way out of 177.

her a.s.s only to tunnel his way back in. Abby rode the wave of jittery pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her.

Never had she felt so wanted and loved. Caught in between the two men she loved more than life, Abby gave herself completely to the experience. When Jack's hand reached between them and gently pinched down on her c.l.i.toris, Abby thought she might pa.s.s out. She bucked and screamed as everything inside her clenched and then released in a great rush of pleasure.

"f.u.c.k," Sam cried. His hands tightened on her hips. Abby felt him come deep in her a.s.s.

Sam's o.r.g.a.s.m seemed to trigger Jack's. Abby watched in wonder as his gorgeous face contorted, and he moaned when his s.e.m.e.n flooded her womb.

Sam fell on top of Abby, forcing her farther into Jack's arms.

Abby found herself in between two adoring men. Jack's hands soothingly rubbed up and down her sides as Sam pressed his mouth into the nape of her neck.

"Never again, Abby," Sam said quietly. "Don't ever think about leaving again."

Abby managed to shake her head against Jack's firm chest.

"She's ours," Jack vowed. "She won't leave. She belongs to us now."

Abby would have argued if she'd had any strength left. She would have argued with the now part. She had always belonged to them. It had just taken her a while to find them.

An hour later, Jack rubbed his hands along Abby's recently bathed skin. She smelled delicious to him. She was laying face down on the ma.s.sage table, her still slightly pink cheeks beautiful to his eyes.

"Does that feel good?" Jack asked.

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"Mhmm," seemed to be all Abby could manage.

Jack poured more of the fragrant ma.s.sage oil into his hands and soothed it onto the perfect skin of her back. Jack liked this part almost as much as the s.e.x. Caring for his lover after s.e.x seemed so intimate.

Though he hadn't had many women he would truly call lovers, even the one-night stands or weekend women he'd been with, he tried to take care of. It was a million times better with Abby since he knew she was truly his. Jack enjoyed bathing her and carefully rubbing salve into her pink b.u.t.tocks. He certainly liked the intimacy of easing the muscles that had worked so hard to bring him pleasure. Her skin was soft and warm under his hands. This was the calm, loving after-time he always lavished on a submissive.

Except for Sam, Jack thought wryly. He'd been willing to take care of Sam since he'd felt the lash earlier, but Sam, being Sam had fallen asleep and wasn't having anyone interrupt that. He'd grunted and pulled a pillow over his head. Jack was all right with that. He'd enjoyed getting to quietly bathe Abby and hold her.

"You're really good at this, Jack," Abby groaned as he ran his thumbs under her shoulder blades.

"I've had practice," he murmured. He loved the creamy perfection of her skin and how it contrasted with his own. Abby was a pale, gorgeous ivory, and he was a man who worked in the sun.

"At The Club?" Abby asked hesitantly.

Jack's hands paused before moving up to her neck. "Where did you hear about The Club?"

"Sam mentioned it. Was it there that you found out you were a Dom?"

Jack sighed and made the decision. "If I tell you the story, I should warn you, I might not come out looking like your knight in shining armor."

"I want to hear it," Abby said quietly. "I want to know everything about you."

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"All right." Jack continued to move his hands over her skin as he told his story. "I was involved with a woman shortly after I aged out of foster care. I was basically homeless, and Sam was three months from joining me. I had very little time to figure something out. I was responsible for him, you see. I met this woman, and she taught me what she liked. She liked to be dominated, and I enjoyed doing it. She was impressed with my control. Apparently, some men play at being a Dom when what they really want is to abuse a woman. The trust a submissive places in a Dom is a gift. It should be treasured. I was careful with her. She introduced me to a man named Julian Lodge. He owned an underground club in Dallas that catered to men and women in the lifestyle. It still does. I lived at The Club for several years. I made a living there."

Abby's head came up, and Jack waited for her judgment. He should have known better, because there was just a wicked little smile on her face. "Really? People paid you to spank them?"

There wasn't a bit of condemnation in her big hazel eyes, and Jack began to relax. He would have hated Abby thinking less of him. "Yes, Abigail," Jack said, returning her grin. "I worked for clients. I acted out scenes and scenarios with them. You have to understand that what I did mostly involved discipline. I got a lot of clients off, but I didn't have s.e.x with them, not the way you would think. I only had s.e.x outside of work. I wanted to keep it separate."

Abby frowned and looked a little like a disappointed kitten. "They don't have s.e.x at The Club? That kills a lot of fantasies, Jack."

He leaned over and kissed her with a light joy lifting his heart.

She was beyond perfect. "They have plenty of s.e.x at The Club, baby.

Not all Doms work the way I did. I just preferred to keep s.e.x private and off the clock. It seemed too much like prost.i.tution the other way."

"What did Sam do while you spanked the regulars?"

"Sam tended bar," Jack explained. Abby had turned over, and he walked down to the end of the bench and took one of her pretty little feet in his hands. He kissed the arch and started to work it over with 180 his strong thumbs. He was satisfied by the happy purr that came out of his sweet s.e.x kitten. "We worked there until we were ready to buy the ranch."

Abby's eyes narrowed curiously again. "You made enough money at The Club to buy this spread?"

She didn't sound like she believed it, and it wasn't true. Jack decided to lay all his cards on the table. She would find out sooner or later. Sam had a big mouth and no ability to keep it shut. "No. I got that money the old-fashioned way."

"You stole it?" Abby's eyes were wide.

"I blackmailed my politician father for it," Jack corrected, switching feet. "Over the years, I became close to my boss at The Club. Julian was a bit older than me, and he had so much more experience that he became a bit of a mentor to me. Julian believes in doing deep background checks on all of his employees and clients. He considers it essential to covering his a.s.s. When he checked into my background, he found out some things I didn't even know about my past. I had always a.s.sumed my father was just some guy my mom hooked up with who fled the scene. My mom was sweet, and she loved me, but she wasn't smart when it came to men. She was working as an a.s.sistant to a politician when she became pregnant with me. Shortly after, she left the job, and she didn't work again. Julian found it odd that she managed to raise me with no visible means of support."

"She had an affair with that politician, and he paid her hush money," Abby surmised. "I've read enough tabloids to know how that story goes, Jack."

"Yes," Jack confirmed. "He took care of her financially until she died, and then it was easy to let me go into foster care. She was alone.

No one would have known or cared."

"b.a.s.t.a.r.d." Abby looked ferocious.

"After Julian confirmed I was, indeed, his biological son, we cooked up a plan. I went to him and explained the situation and 181.

offered my complete silence for five million dollars," Jack stated.

"Abby, you should know my father is Senator Allen Cameron, but I've signed a bunch of doc.u.ments claiming it isn't true."

"Holy s.h.i.t, Jack! He's talking about running for the presidency,"

Abby said.

Jack nodded. "Yes. So you can imagine how having a love child who worked at an underground s.e.x club could have put a wrench into his aspirations. He was more than happy to pay me off and get me out of his house. Funny thing is, now the b.a.s.t.a.r.d's people call me trying to get me to contribute to his campaign." He put her foot down and held his hand out to pull her to him. "So, you're marrying a b.a.s.t.a.r.d son who used to work in a profession most people would consider prost.i.tution. You still all right with marrying me?"

She hugged him close to her. "I am going to be so proud to be your wife. I love you. I love Sam." Her smile was radiant. "Though I still don't see a ring on my finger."

Jack chuckled and held her close. "I will have to do something about that first thing in the morning. I wouldn't want your finger to be ringless."

She bit at her bottom lip. Jack was beginning to see it as a nervous habit. He could always tell when she was worried. "I was kidding about the ring, Jack. We can just get a band. They don't cost very much. And you have to take the Benz back. I can make do with a cheaper car. I'm not a princess, Jack."

"You're my princess." He'd thought, maybe, she was under a few mistaken impressions, but this confirmed it. It just made him love her more.

"Well, I can be an economical princess," she stated firmly. "I will not have you hurting the business to dazzle me. I'm dazzled enough. I love you. I want to help out. I realize that every bit of that five million went into building your ranch. It'll be years before it really starts to pay off, and I'll help. I can get a job. Nurses make good money."

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"Whoa." He pushed her hair back, luxuriating in the soft feel. "I'll take care of you. First, the ranch pays quite nicely. Second, seven years ago we found out that the ranch is built on top of roughly half a billion dollars' worth of natural gas."

Abby's mouth dropped open. "You're filthy rich, aren't you?"

"I am intensely dirty, baby," Jack acknowledged. "I signed half of everything over to Sam. When you marry me, he intends to make you his beneficiary and so do I. If anything happens to us, you'll be well-taken care of. I'm not worried about a pre-nup because you should understand, Abby, that we're not divorcing."

Suddenly, there were tears in her eyes. "They can't hurt you, can they?"

"No." He kissed her mouth. He would never get enough of this woman. "They can't hurt me or Sam, and they can't hurt you, Abby. I can't promise that they'll all be kind, but no one can force you out again. I can promise you that Sam and I will be by your side."

Abby clutched him to her body.

The door opened. Sam's eyes were sleepy as he watched them.

"Did she just figure out we're rich and n.o.body's going to mess with us?" Sam asked, scratching his naked belly as he yawned.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, she did," Jack replied with an indulgent smile. "I thought you were asleep."

He still appeared to be. "Can't sleep alone. Cold. Lonely. Come to bed." He shuffled back through the bathroom, and Jack picked her up to follow. Abby yawned, too, cuddling against him.

"Jack?" Abby sounded sleepy and happy.