Tim’s cock slowly pierced her tight hole, working his way inch by inch into her as Jack held her ass cheeks apart for him. She lay on Jack’s chest and moaned, her eyes closed, listening to his heart race beneath her ear.
She could easily do this for the rest of her life.
Once Tim’s cock was completely seated inside her, the men prompted her to sit up. Tim’s talented fingers once again focused on her throbbing clit as Jack reached up and played with her nipples.
“Open your eyes and look at me, baby,” Jack softly commanded.
She did, seeing nothing but desire in the dark brown depths. It didn’t take Tim long to bring her to another shattering orgasm, considering how sensitive her clit still was from the first one. It felt so incredible feeling her muscles clamping down on their cocks, the pleasant burn of both men buried deep inside her.
“That’s it, baby,” Jack cooed. She wanted the men to fuck her, hard and fast, but they resisted, forcing her to let go and relax. Tim made her come twice more before they allowed her to beg them into really fucking her.
“What do you say, Tim?” Jack asked. “Think she’s ready?”
Tim snickered. “More than.” The men started moving together, soon settling into a rhythm her body matched and mirrored. It set yet another orgasm off and she cried out, nearly sobbing at the intensity of the sensations rolling through her.
How would she ever go back to “regular” sex with one guy after this?
Tim’s hands gripped her hips as he fucked her ass. “You want it harder, baby?”
“Yes, please!” she gasped.
He grunted a little with each thrust, the slap of skin against skin filling the room as she smelled her own sex and their desire. She braced herself against Jack as he thrust up into her. Gwen knew no matter what, she’d never regret this, with them. This was too perfect, too right.
Too good.
Jack came first, setting Tim off. Both men cried out as they came, losing their rhythm as their strokes slowed and stilled with their cocks throbbing inside her.
Trying to catch her breath, she collapsed on top of Jack. His skin felt damp from sweat, and she closed her eyes, trying to absorb every second, every sensation, to never lose it from her memory.
Tim slowly withdrew. Jack gently grabbed her hips and eased himself out of her. They cleaned up and trashed the condoms before curling back up in bed with her. Tim spooned with her, his now limp cock nestled pleasantly against the seam of her ass. She rested her head on Jack’s arm, his other draped over her waist.
Like that, she fell asleep wondering if a South Dakota winter was any worse than an Ohio one.
Sunday morning, they were awakened at seven a.m. by a knock on the door. “Sis? You awake?”
Gwen bolted upright at Liam’s tired tone. She scrambled off the bed, over Tim, making him yelp in surprise as she accidentally caught him in the stomach with her elbow. “Sorry!” she apologized as she grabbed Jack’s robe. She raced for the door as she was wrapping the robe around her.
Liam stood in the hallway, looking like he’d just woken up. He held his cell phone. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
He held up his phone. “Mom just called and left a voice mail. She’s heading over to the house to see if I wanted to go to church with her. Since she didn’t get me on the phone, she said she’s coming by.”
“Crap!”
“Uh-huh.” They’d stalled their mother with an elaborate series of lies. They’d gone out with friends. They’d been out walking. They’d taken a trip to the mall with Ruthie and Bob.
They were running out of excuses.
“How do you want to handle this one?” she asked him.
“As much as you aren’t going to like this,” he said, “by telling her the truth, that we’re in Rapid City looking for Amy.”
She leaned against the wall and groaned. Tim and Jack appeared in the doorway. “Everything okay?” Jack asked.
“Yeah,” Gwen said. “Just parental problems.”
“And we’ve got plenty of those to spare,” Liam added.
“Do you want me to call her?” Gwen asked.
“No, I’ll do the dirty work,” he said. “But I wanted to get our story straight.” He dialed, and Gwen heard it when their mom picked up almost immediately. She couldn’t make out everything her mother said, but suspected what she was saying.
“Mom,” Liam said, “don’t go by the house…No, I’m not hurting, I’m fi—No, listen, what I’m try—”
He closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose, and took a deep breath as their mom rambled for a moment.
“Mom, listen to me, would you? We’re not at the house. We’re in Rapid City, looking for Amy…I’m fine, Mom, would you please listen to me?…No, don’t you dare call Gee and yell at her, she’s standing right here…Mom, would you…Mom…MOM!” he screamed the last one and Gwen heard silence descend on the other end of the line.
Liam took a deep breath. “Mom,” he said in the tone that Gwen knew meant he was struggling not to blow his top, “listen to me. For the last time, I volunteered to come out here. Gwen came out here first, then I followed to help her. She didn’t ‘drag’ me out here. We haven’t found Amy yet, but we have a friend out here who’s a police detective and he’s helping us look for her…No, we do not need you out here…No, we don’t think she’s dead. For chrissake, would you listen to yourself babble?”
He took another deep breath. “Mom, I’m sorry, but we think Amy might be upset about something and just wants some alone time, okay? Once we find her, we’ll let you know. Please, don’t keep calling and bugging us, okay? When we know something, we will call you and let you know. Love you, and good-bye.” He hung up. Before he could shut his phone off, it rang again. He sent it straight to voice mail before turning his phone off.
“You’d better turn yours off, too, or you won’t get a moment’s peace.” Before Gwen could even step toward the kitchen, where her purse and phone lay on the counter, her phone also started ringing.
She sent the call—their mother—straight to voice mail and then turned it off.
“Well, since we’re all up already,” Tim said, “let’s get some breakfast.”
Tim cooked breakfast with Gwen’s help. After they all got showers and dressed, Tim and Jack took them out to the Badlands, to the drivable loop off I-90. Gwen loved the prairie dog town and the incredible rock formations. They headed back toward Rapid City, stopping in the tourist town of Wall to have lunch at the famous Wall Drug lunch counter.
By the time they returned to Rapid City late that afternoon, Gwen had barely spared a thought for Amy. She loved her and was concerned about her, but her sister was a grown-up and capable of thinking for herself. If she wanted to stay missing, fine.
It meant more time for Gwen with Tim and Jack.
They stopped by a grocery store before heading home to grill burgers on the back deck. Tim would leave for California the next morning. The depth of the pang that hit her soul at the thought of him leaving surprised her.
It was amazing how easy it was being with the men. She didn’t feel the slightest bit self-conscious going out with them in public, holding hands with them both, walking between them.
It felt right.
Going back to Ohio, even though her life was there, did not feel right.
She dismissed the thought and tried to focus on the here and now. And right here and now, she felt happier than she could ever remember being in her life.