Sam held her close as she shook with the aftermath of her orgasm. “That was amazing, baby. I love how you respond to me. You don’t hold anything back. Do you know how sexy 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, anticipating 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 pussy.
“This is going to be a little cold, darlin’.”
Abby was startled by the feeling of Jack parting the cheeks of her ass and a cold substance being shoved gently up her anus. “What was that?” Abby asked, even as she figured out the answer for herself.
“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 ass to make way for something even bigger to later be shoved up his ass.
“Push back for me, sweetheart,” Jack ordered.
Abby groaned as she shoved her ass 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 anus, 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 cock 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 cock seeking entrance.
Jack pushed her slightly forward, pulling down on her hips and pushing up into her pussy. Even as wet as she was from her recent orgasm, Abby groaned as Jack fought his way in.
“Fuck,” Jack groaned. “She’s so fucking tight.” He pushed himself in another inch.
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 breasts. 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 orgasm. 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 pussy. Abby was on her knees, her back nearly flush against Jack’s chest. He held her tight, his cock still deeply embedded.
“Stroke her,” Jack demanded hoarsely. “I’m gonna come.”
Sam was on the bed in a heartbeat. His eager hand quickly parted her slick labia, and the minute he firmly stroked her clit, she went flying. Her fingers dug into Sam’s shoulders as she felt the orgasm 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 orgasm. His low groan was music to her, and she shoved her ass 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.”
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.
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 whore 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 class. 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 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 breasts. 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.