Texas Sirens: Small Town Siren Part 3

He'd been serious. He really had been playing the gentleman. Abby got the feeling she was about to get a full dose of Jack Barnes and d.a.m.ned if she wasn't looking forward to it.

"Always between me and Sam," Jack swore. He reached out and put his hands on her shoulders. His face was intense. "Tell me you don't want us, Abby, and I'll walk away right now. I won't bother you again."

"Don't give her ultimatums." Sam sounded a little desperate. "I thought we'd give her a little taste before we forced her to make a decision. Baby, why don't you let us play around a little? I promise you'll want us."

Abby looked up into Jack's forest-green eyes. They were very serious as he stared at her. His hand came up to cup her face. He forced her to look at him, and Abby felt his will. She knew it should scare the c.r.a.p out of her, but she just found it amazingly s.e.xy. This was a man who would always keep his promises, no matter what it cost him.

"She already wants us." Jack brushed his thumb across her mouth.

It was all Abby could do to not open her mouth and suck his thumb in. "She just needs to admit it. Can you tell me you haven't spent the last month thinking about this?"

"No," Abby said. Jack's eyes flared, and she felt compelled to continue. "I have thought about it, but I'm scared." The time for honesty was here. The way Abby saw it, she could run, and they would probably accept her decision. She could just give in and enjoy the s.e.x and walk away. Or she could ask for what she wanted. She could be brave and tell them what she needed and what she was

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scared of. If she did that and it all fell apart, then she would have to forgive herself. Abby had learned that one of the great joys of maturing was learning how to forgive herself.

"What are you scared of?" A deep crease appeared in Sam's forehead. He walked up to her and leaned forward. "Honey, we want to take care of you. We don't want to hurt you."

Abby felt tears p.r.i.c.king at the edge of her eyes. Everything in her was screaming for that to be true. She wanted them. She craved them.

"You could be lying to me. You could just want to make me look bad." She was thirty-seven, and she could hear her teenaged self in the statement. She felt just as vulnerable as she had then. She'd spent the last month falling in love with these two disparately different men.

Every evening they had spent together over the last month had made her want them more. They came into the diner she worked at almost every day and demanded to sit in her section. She'd fantasized about them sweeping into the diner and carrying her away. Lately, when things went wrong, her first thought was to call Jack. Now that her fantasy seemed to be coming true, she didn't trust that fate could let them love her back.

Jack's hands came out and soothingly rubbed the back of her neck. He hadn't stopped touching her once. "Sweetheart, why would you say something like that? Why would we want to make you look bad?"

"Because the Echols family wants me out of town," Abby answered. Her heart soared when she saw the complete confusion on their faces. They couldn't make that up.

"Are you talking about that crazy, old biddy who runs the church socials?" Jack seemed to struggle to place a name with a face. "She always looks at me funny."

"Ruby." Sam frowned. "She's real unpleasant to me. Why would we do anything for her? For that matter, why would she care that you were in town?"

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Abby smiled. They really weren't gay, and they really weren't working for Ruby Echols. If that was true, then she had to a.s.sume they wanted her. It suddenly didn't matter that they were in a bathroom in a public place. She couldn't wait to feel their mouths pressed to hers.

"It doesn't matter. Kiss me."

"Which one?" Sam asked.

Abby continued to smile, looking from gorgeous man to gorgeous man. "It doesn't matter, but one of you should kiss me."

Jack's eyes never left her face. "Sam, take care of that door. We wouldn't want anyone walking in."

Sam cursed and bemoaned his fate, but he walked back and took his previous position.

Jack took Abby's face in both his hands. "I'm completely crazy about you, Abigail Moore." He leaned over and finally, after what seemed to Abby like a lifetime of wanting, pressed his mouth to hers.

Abby felt helpless against the onslaught of desire that rocketed through her as Jack took her mouth. He plundered it, his tongue gently forcing its way in and dancing strongly around hers. She held on to his lean waist for dear life as he slanted over her mouth again and again. He poured his will into her, and everything inside her responded. She felt that kiss in her p.u.s.s.y and already she was slick and warm. Jack's hands reached up and pulled at the band that held up her hair. He set her hair free and pulled back to look at the mane of auburn locks he'd unleashed.

"You're so f.u.c.king gorgeous," Jack breathed almost reverently as he stroked her hair. In that moment, with Jack's green eyes looking at her like she was some G.o.ddess he was worshipping, Abby felt gorgeous.

"Why don't we take this home, people?" Sam's voice was tight.

Abby looked back at Sam, and his blue eyes were dark with pa.s.sion.

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He wanted to go home so he could join in, she thought with amazement. He wanted to have his turn. The thought should have turned her off, but all it did was get her hotter.

Jack's lips turned up in a lazy smile. "You'll have to forgive Sam, darlin'. He is always so impatient. Always has been." Jack suddenly lifted her up and set her on the counter. He looked back at his friend with great affection. "Do you have any idea how many times I've told him that antic.i.p.ation is the best part?" Jack's hands were pushing up the skirt of her uniform.

"Antic.i.p.ation is just d.a.m.n frustrating, Jack. And I've been antic.i.p.ating for five weeks." Even from her vantage point, she could see the erection tenting Sam's jeans.

"Jack? Maybe Sam's right. People will know something's going on in here."

"Hush," Jack ordered. His tongue traced the sh.e.l.l of her ear. Abby sighed and let her head fall forward against his shoulder. It felt so good she suddenly didn't care if the whole town knew as long as Jack didn't stop. His long fingers teased their way into her panties, and she heard a low chuckle come from deep within his chest.

"Oh, Sam is going to love you, darling," he whispered wickedly in her ear. He gently parted her p.u.s.s.y. His middle finger began to circle her c.l.i.t.

"Oh, G.o.d, Jack," Abby panted. She couldn't help it. She pushed back against his hand, wanting to force it lower. She wanted his fingers deep inside her.

"You want to come, Abby?" Jack's voice was hard and s.e.xy against her ear.

"Yes," Abby breathed.

"Should I let her come, Sam?"

"I don't know, Jack," Sam replied, his voice husky. "She did think we were gay."

Jack's fingers moved down and dipped into her soaking wet p.u.s.s.y. Abby cried out. He pushed in one and then two fingers. "I 36 think we'll have to forgive her for that, Sam. Let's just make it plain from here on out just how much we want her." He moved suddenly and with power. Jack lifted her up. Her back was against the wall, and he moved between her thighs.

"Wrap your legs around me, Abigail. Follow my lead. This part is all about you, sweetheart." Jack pushed against her, placing the hard ridge of his erection right against her c.l.i.t. "Can you follow my instructions?"

"Yes." Abby squirmed against his jean-clad erection. There was only his jeans and her cotton panties between them now. He felt so good against her.

"Yes, Jack," he corrected. "You say my name when I'm f.u.c.king you."

Sam's face was taut. She could see him plainly over Jack's shoulder. "d.a.m.n it, Jack, you're killing me here. Finish her off. I want to watch her come."

"Please, Jack." Her need was so urgent. She was ready to explode.

She could do it if he would rub her c.l.i.t just once. She was close.

"Please, it's been so long."

"Then ride me, baby." He pushed up against her.

Her back jerked up and down. She was caught between the hard wall and an even harder Jack. He kissed her deeply while he stroked her up and down his c.o.c.k.

"How long has it been, baby?" Jack never broke the rhythm of his thrusting hips.

Jack had been right. There was something sweet about this. They could have been teenagers stealing pleasure. "Four years," Abby practically cried.

She heard Sam and Jack's shock, but she wasn't concerned with that right then. She tightened her legs around Jack. She was so close.

It was right there. "Please."

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"Hush now," Jack ordered. He gently nipped her ear. "I'll take care of you." His palms wrapped around the globes of her a.s.s, and he pushed up one last time. His big erection slid over her c.l.i.t.

Abby sobbed when she came.

She was shaking lightly as she came down from the high. Jack transferred her back to the counter. He kissed her gently. His hands pushed back inside her panties.

"You are so wet, darlin'." Jack continued to lightly caress her p.u.s.s.y, sending her into spasms as he hit her still sensitive c.l.i.t. She was boneless against him, and he seemed to revel in it.

"I got the first kiss." Jack pulled his hand out of her, and she protested the loss. He wasn't listening. He held his wet fingers out.

"You want the first taste?"

Sam's eyes glazed over. Without hesitation, he left his post to join them. He looked at Jack's callused fingers coated in her cream. "You know I do." Sam's voice was almost guttural. He leaned over with no self-consciousness and sucked those creamy fingers into his mouth.

He licked her arousal off Jack's fingers. Abby felt herself getting wet all over again. "Oh, G.o.d, she's so sweet."

Jack looked at her. He leaned over and kissed her briefly. "No more games, Abigail. We want you to come home with us tonight.

We want you with us. Think about it. That was a small taste of what we can do for you, but understand, we want you for more than s.e.x.

We're serious about you. If you can't say the same, then stay here.

We'll be waiting in the truck." He dropped one last kiss on her mouth and then the d.a.m.n man strode out the door. Abby watched him go with great regret.

Sam shrugged. "He's serious. He really won't bother you again if you don't come with us. Don't worry, Abby, I'm not like Jack. I'll bother you until you're so sick of me you just give in." Sam took her head in his hands and pressed his lips to hers in an almost innocent kiss. "Make it easy on me. Come home with us."

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Sam left, too. Abby had to think about it. For roughly two seconds. She was out the door running to catch up. There was no way she was letting them go now.

There was a knowing smile on Jack's lips as he paid the tab. He winked up at Christa. "Abby's shift is ending early tonight."

"It is?" Christa looked at Abby.

"It is." Jack sounded sure of himself now. He took her hand and Abby followed him.

Abby felt herself blushing as she walked out to the truck.

The ride back to the Barnes Fleetwood Ranch seemed to take forever. Abby sat between Jack and Sam in Jack's enormous black truck. Her hands were folded in her lap. She was sure she looked very prim and proper and not at all like a woman who had just ridden a man to o.r.g.a.s.m in a bathroom. She felt a smile curl her lips up. It was good to feel a little naughty.

"There it is." There was pride in Sam's voice as he pointed out the ranch house. It was big, with a wide porch and bay windows. In the distance, Abby could see a big barn and a smaller house.

"It's huge." Abby was very impressed.

"It's a good house. It has great bones. It was one of the reasons we decided to settle here." Jack brought the truck to a stop.

Abby was still dazed when Sam hopped out of the truck. He reached back in to help her out.

"I'm so happy you're here, Abby." There was a satisfied smile on Sam's face. Jack got out and went to unlock the door.

"I am, too." She was, though now certain problems were popping up. "Though I probably should have packed a bag. And gotten my car. My car is at Christa's. I could just go get it and come back."

"I'll take care of everything in the morning, Abby." Jack opened the door. "Trust me to take care of you."

Sam took her hand and led her swiftly through a long hallway.

She got a vague impression of a house that needed a woman's touch.

The house was old, but Jack was right. It had good bones. Sam