“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, god, 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 sex. 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 damn 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.”
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 orgasm 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 opened the door to the bedroom. Jack turned on the light behind them while Sam picked her up and then set her gently on the king-sized bed. Sam pulled his clothes off, throwing them in a pile on the floor by the bed. Jack stood over her, looking down with a smile playing on his sensual lips. It was the happiest Abby could remember seeing Jack since the first time she met him. Her heart filled when she realized she had put that smile on his face.
“I’m going to watch for awhile, darlin’.” Jack leaned over to kiss her. He played lightly with her mouth before stepping back with a rueful grin. “I think Sam has some things he would really like to do to you.”
“Damn straight,” Sam said, and Abby’s eyes widened as she got her first good look at him. He was beautiful. His body was rock hard. He had long legs and strong arms. His chest was cut and tapered perfectly to his lean waist and then there was…
“Wow.” Abby’s words came out as a breathy giggle. She looked at Sam’s enormous cock. It was at least nine inches long. She wasn’t sure it would fit, but she was more than willing to give it a try.
“That’s what all the girls say. Take off her clothes, Sam.” Jack watched the scene with heavily-lidded eyes. Abby could see his dick straining against his jeans. He seemed to be built on the same monstrous proportions as his friend.
“Anything you say, boss,” Sam drawled. He hauled Abby into an upright position. His hands moved quickly as he unbuttoned the front of her uniform. He pushed it aside. He whistled as he caught a glimpse of her breasts barely held in place by a lace demi-cup bra. “Damn, now that is just perfect.”
Abby knew she should be feeling self-conscious, but she was a little drunk from the first real man-given orgasm she’d had in four years. She pulled her arms out of the sleeves and tossed the uniform away. Her hands reached around the back of her bra and quickly twisted the clasps loose. She tossed the bra away, wanting more than anything to feel Sam’s hands on her. She lay back on the big bed.
It was hard to feel self-conscious when Sam looked like he was going to drool. Abby smiled at him. His hands came out to cup her breasts.
“See, these pretty things are just begging for me to suck on them.” Sam looked utterly fascinated.
“Get the rest of her clothes off first, Sam,” Jack said quietly, but it was a tone that brooked no disobedience.
Sam nodded, obviously used to following Jack’s orders. Jack pulled up a chair and slouched in it. He unfastened his fly, but he didn’t pull out his cock. Abby could tell he was enjoying the show as Sam efficiently pulled off her shoes and socks.
“You are beautiful, Abigail.” Sam looked at her with lust in his eyes.
“Right back at ya, Sam.” Abby managed with a husky little laugh. Her hands were still shaking just a tiny bit, and she wondered if it was the cold or the fact that she was finally playing out her deepest fantasy. Sam’s warm hands ran up her legs to her hips, where he hooked his thumbs under her little bikini panties and dragged them down and off. He swore as he revealed her shaved pussy.
“I told you,” Jack said with a knowing grin. He looked at Abby, and she began to get the idea that this was where Jack felt comfortable. He seemed self-assured and confident as he watched Sam salivating over her naked body. Jack’s eyes lit up as he looked her over. He leaned forward and palmed her breast. Abby sighed at the feel of Jack’s big hand on her. “Sam has a thing about pretty, naked pussies. I think he’s finally found his heart’s desire.”
“Ohhh,” Abby moaned as Sam’s fingers ran up the slit of her pussy.
“It’s perfect. It looks like a hot, ripe peach, and I love peaches.” Sam climbed onto the bed and settled between her legs. He hooked her knees over his shoulders, and she felt the heat of his mouth hovering over her. “Jack?” She heard Sam ask the question, a little plea in his voice.
“Go on, Samuel.” Jack gave the order. “Eat that sweet pussy.”
“With pleasure.”
Abby bit back a scream as Sam ran his tongue through the full length of her pussy. She felt herself cream as he settled in to torment her. He kissed, licked, and loved her with his tongue and lips.
“Oh, god, Sam,” she ground out as she wound her hands in his curly hair. Sam responded by parting her with his fingers and fucking her with his tongue. Abby looked up at Jack.