Acres, Natalie - Bang the Blower [Country Roads 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (8 page)

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Chapter Seven

An hour later she wanted to kill them! Hank had left her to play alone, but he hadn’t done so in a fair manner. He’d thoroughly oiled the toy, and then only had the decency to leave it partially inserted.

She was coming apart. The large head of the dildo was enough to tease a virgin into surrendering to a platoon of soldiers. At this point, Julie was so aroused she’d fuck herself in front of an audience if she only had a free hand available to do the job.

Duke and Hank reappeared about the time she started to yell for them. Best of all, they’d decided to change out of their clothes again. They walked in the room as naked as the day they were born.

“You two can’t decide on wardrobe preferences tonight, huh?”

Hank’s eyes were as cold as ice, but they softened when he approached the bed. She’d been with Hank when he was in one of his dark moods, and this was definitely one of those times. She wondered what had happened while they were downstairs.

Hank sank to the mattress and studied her face. He looked as if he wanted to kiss her, but at the same time, he appeared troubled, as if something or someone delivered news set to destroy the hard man living under a confident surface.

“Are you okay?” she asked, twisting and turning about.

“The question is,” Duke began, standing at the end of the bed, “are you okay?”

“I’m swell,” she said, wishing she could call foul about right now. “If there were a couple of better-looking cowboys around to play with me, I’d make you regret leaving me here with a job half-started.”

“Oh I don’t know,” Hank drawled. “I believe we did a pretty good job of getting you all worked up, submissive one. What do you think, Duke?”

Duke rubbernecked, tilting his head so he could stare at her pussy. “She’s glistening like a movie star’s diamond studs.”

She pursed her lips and her nostrils flared. “I’ve had about all the teasing a woman can stand.”

Duke loosened the ties at one ankle and then the other. With a quick yank, her legs were free. She swallowed hard when she tried to bring her legs together. “See what you’ve done?”

“Your physical therapist says you need to stretch daily.”

“I don’t think he had this in mind when he talked to you about a daily regime,” she bit out.

Duke helped her bring her legs closer together, but before her knees touched, he positioned himself on the bed and grabbed hold of her thighs, holding her legs at bay. “Don’t complain, honey. It’s unbecoming.”

“It’s unbecoming to leave a woman tied to a bed without a stitch of clothing to cover her!”

“You loved it,” Hank whispered across her lips. Reaching above her head, he unhooked the pulleys and freed her arms.

Duke removed the dildo and thrust his tongue between her folds as quickly as he tossed the toy. She released a sigh of relief, bucking against his lips. At the same time, Hank cupped her breast, tweaking her nipple with his thumb, rolling the little bud in a circular motion.

This was why she’d never been able to move on without the Hinmans. They held extraordinary power over her body. They owned her heart.

One touch, and she was melted butter. One lick, and she was pure cream. She could literally come on contact, particularly after they’d left her alone to anticipate the forthcoming activities.

Her next breath caught in her chest as Hank’s mouth hovered over hers. Duke’s full lips occupied her intimate ones, and each man kissed her with an unforgettable tongue.

Hank’s tongue made a claiming like never before, and their kiss was deep and passionate, hot and enticing. Duke’s mouth petitioned for a climax that was bound to come. He dove between her folds, lapping at her so rapidly she could’ve sworn the devil made him do it.

Sipping at her lips, he moaned as he plunged inside her, twirling his tongue higher and higher, providing her with the most intimate kiss a man could possibly offer his woman. “There,” he whispered, nudging a finger into place. “Here,” he crooned, adding another two.

“Oh God, Hank, it’s so good.”

“Hank, hell,” Duke grumbled, covering her entire opening with his mouth as he ate her pussy, jerking his head from side to side as his tongue went to work with a new speed. Oh, heaven help her. Now, she was close.

And just when she was about to explode, Duke towered over her and without a second to spare, he grabbed Hank’s goodie bag, ripped a foil packet with his teeth, suited up in record time, and rammed inside her.

“Fuck, yeah,” he breathed as soon as he gained his seated position.

The strokes were quick and heavenly. She turned away from Hank’s lips, and he held her head so he could look into her eyes as Duke screwed her. “Feels good, doesn’t it, my little submissive?”

“Oh God, yes,” she breathed, locking her legs behind Duke’s back.

Hank’s fingers scraped over her nipple. He fisted his cock and, staying to the left of her head, he dropped his dick between her lips, feeding her an inch at a time.

Now she couldn’t cry out as Duke rode her. She couldn’t tell him what she needed, or demand more than what he was willing to give.

“That’s it,” Hank crooned. “Show me how much you like sucking cock. Make me a believer.”

Her tongue wrapped around Hank’s thick dick while Duke pounded inside her, his penis thrumming inside her walls as she clenched and closed around him. She tried to use her inner muscles to keep Duke lodged between her folds, but he was breaking down her defenses.

She mumbled against Hank’s shaft. She knew to ask for permission to come, a task quite difficult to accomplish when a man’s penis was pulsing at her throat. She grunted as Duke hammered inside her. Batting her eyelashes, she sucked harder as she drew Hank all the way to her tonsils.

“You need to come, don’t you, submissive one?” Hank asked, keeping his cock buried to the hilt.

“Hmm…” she managed, swallowing the tip and releasing him halfway.

He refused to pull out and let her tell them of her wishes. Instead, he kept screwing her mouth.

“Good God, she’s tight,” Duke crooned, pushing the weight of his cock as deep as he could go. “She’s like a virgin.”

“Then that can only mean one thing,” Hank said, pulling out enough to let her drag her tongue across the slit. “You need to come, don’t you? You need to get off because it’s been a long time, hasn’t it sub?”

“Yes,” she whispered, pressing her lips to his crest as if to give him a firm, closed-mouth kiss. She pulled him between her cheeks again, flipping her tongue over the end of his cock, deliberately fluttering her tip against his shape.

“Good hell I love that damn tongue of yours.”

“Hmm, hmm. And I need an orgasm,” she teased, releasing him again. “Please.”

She was there already, and Duke wasn’t stopping her. He must’ve felt her walls collapse, the way they vibrated against his shaft.

“Come, Julie!” he screamed, fucking her like a wild man. His cock pounded inside her as she sucked Hank all the way to her throat, refusing to let him pull out until they’d all found their pleasure together.

Reaching that old familiar lover’s rhythm didn’t take long. Without a moment to spare, a pause, or delay, they rocked in tandem, moved in time.

* * * *

“I want to make love to you,” Hank told her as Duke slept later that evening. “But I can’t.”

She’d been dozing in and out as Hank and Duke sandwiched her. She was facing him when he made the confession against her lips, and the way he studied her warmed her heart.

“I didn’t think you liked making love.”

“Are you kidding me?” he asked, arching a brow.

“The only thing you and I ever did was fuck.”

“There’s a difference?”

“You know there is.”

“And what about tonight? What would you call that?”

“Delicious,” she said, stroking his cheek. “Incredible.”

“I’d call it making love.”

“Would you?”

“Yes,” he said, touching her nipple with his forefinger but never offering to further stimulate or caress the point. He just left the pad of his finger there as if to prove to her he could touch her without fully working to arouse her.

“What happened downstairs tonight?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Did you and Duke have a disagreement?”

“No,” he replied. “Are you kidding me? No one can argue with Duke.”

“That’s because no one can win when they’re up against me,” Duke explained, joining the conversation and kissing her neck.

She curved her arm around Duke’s neck and enjoyed him, the way he caressed her with his tongue as he lazily drifted back toward the outer realms of sleep.

“Did something happen with Frank?”

“No, why?”

“Because I’ve only seen you like this a few times, and usually someone close to you provokes this mood. Talk to me, Hank.”

He took a deep breath and said, “I think I’ve been had.”

“You have? How?”

“I may have hired the very man who tried to hurt you.”

“Why would you do that?” she asked, her heart hurting.

“Oh, baby,” Hank said, framing her face. “I didn’t mean I hired him intentionally. No, sugar. What I meant is that I think I’ve hired the fellow who may have tampered with your dragster, and I did that without knowing, of course.”

“Of course,” she said distantly.

“You believe that, don’t you?” Hank asked.

“Sure, Hank,” she replied.

“I never want to cause you pain, Julie. You know that. Somewhere in your heart, you know I’ve always wanted you safe.”

“You’ll never have the opportunity to hurt me again, Hank. That’s what you don’t seem to understand. While I can give second chances, my heart isn’t so generous. Same goes for you, Duke.”

“I don’t believe you,” Duke said, resting his chin on her shoulder, rejoining the conversation when it suited him.

“Me either,” Hank said.

A long silence and heavy breathing suggested they’d each fallen asleep. Jerking before she finally succumbed to the rest calling her, she said, “I don’t think I’m in any immediate danger, do you?”

Hank took a deep breath and then said, “I’ll tell you the truth, Julie. If someone tampered with that dragster and meant to harm you, then they succeeded. If they wanted you out of the business, they’ve all but guaranteed they finished the job they were paid to do. What bothers me is why someone would go to the trouble of securing a job where you’re staying.”

“And why does that disturb you most?” she asked, needing him to tell her the truth she’d already come to accept.

“I’m afraid someone wants to kill you. They weren’t satisfied when they brought you bodily harm. They want you dead.”

Duke cleared his throat. “Then they’ll have to shoot through me if they ever want to hit their intended target.”

Hank frowned. “My thoughts exactly.”

Chapter Eight

The next morning, Duke ate breakfast with Julie in the formal dining room. They were sitting there making small talk over bagels and cream cheese when Hank poked his head in the room. “I’ll be back in a few hours.”

Hank and Duke swapped one of those knowing gazes, the kind of troubled looks exchanged between men when a woman is supposed to sit quietly and ignore what she saw.

“I know what’s going on,” Julie blurted out after Hank disappeared without kissing her good-bye. She didn’t exactly expect a peck, but she wouldn’t have been opposed.

“What’s that, doll?” Duke asked, leaning forward and clasping his hands under his chin. “Talk to me, sweet thing.”

“Don’t patronize me, Duke,” she said, mimicking his pose. “Where’s Hank going?”

“I don’t know,” he lied. His nose twitched to confirm it. “Why didn’t you ask him?”

“I’m asking you, and I’d like the truth. He really believes someone is trying to kill me, doesn’t he?”

Duke took a gulp of orange juice. “Who’d you piss off in drag racing, Julie?”

She stared at him for a minute, deciding how she should answer. Finally she said, “You mean besides everyone? I can’t think of anyone in particular.”

“Think harder,” Duke encouraged. “Hank was up and down all night trying to figure out who we’ve hired who might present a danger to you, and he came up empty-handed. No one stands out. Then again, we have ten new guys on the team. Someone could blend in without a problem.”

“What about that mechanic I met at University Hospital?”

“Why? Do you know him?”

She shook her head. “No, but do you know anyone in stock car racing who knows him? Frank seems to think he’s a genius, and if that’s so, why haven’t I heard the name Sam McMann before?”

“He was our first choice and our last,” Duke admitted. “Thing is, he’s got his whole family moved down here to Columbia now. He came highly recommended by his former employer, and the poor guy hated to lose him. Even though he knew he couldn’t afford him, he was the one mechanic in his shop that he didn’t want to let go.”

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