Cowboys In Her Pocket (12 page)

JJ wished she could understand why some people who were abused chose to do the same thing to others. But she didn’t understand. She had seen a lot of violence while in prison herself. Some of the women had been as evil as Ross and his father. Most were gentle, yet many had grown a tough exterior to cope.

She’d been lucky. She’d been given a second chance at life on the outside. Now she had been given another chance at life. This close brush with what could have been her death had her questioning everything.

What was she going to do with the rest of her life? She had no doubt that she would remain here with Rafe, Brady and Dan. She loved all three men with all her heart. But there was an

underlying restlessness that continued to glow somewhere deep inside of her. It was a curious feeling, and she wished she had the nerve to tap into it.

“Hey, sweetheart, we know what you need,” Brady spoke from right behind her.

JJ laughed and twisted in her chair to find Brady, Dan and Rafe. They stood on the dock and her heart began a mad pound as the moonlight cast a glow over them. Their gazes flared with lust and heat, making her tremble from head-to-toe with anticipation.

They all wore huge smiles, their cowboy hats and…nothing else.

Her pussy throbbed and her ass clenched at the erotic sight.

“And what is it exactly that I need?” As if she didn’t know.

Brady’s smile widened. He strolled in front of her.

“Us,” he whispered. His eyes twinkled and he smiled down at her with such a genuineness that she knew it came from deep within him. His smile made her breath back up and her heart suspend with love.

He held out his hand and took hers. He pulled JJ easily to her feet and she trembled as he began to unbutton her blouse.

“That’s it?” she teased.

Brady’s eyes darkened and tingles of awareness zipped through her as Rafe and Dan swept in around her.

Her blouse was suddenly gone, and since she rarely wore a bra when it was just the four of them around, her breasts bounced free in the cool late evening wind. Her nipples hardened as Brady’s thumbs gently brushed over them.

“All three of us, inside of you, pleasuring you…” Dan whispered. Need whipped through her as his fingers dipped beneath the waistband of her track pants.

She trembled as his words caused her to visualize what they wanted to do to her. In no time flat, her pants and panties were on the dock and she stood naked in front of them. All three men reached out, their hands touching her intimately.

Pleasure rushed through JJ and her muscles tensed as they rubbed her breasts, her pussy, and her ass. Their callused palms smoothed over the length of her neck, over her quivering belly and along the insides of her thighs. Fingers pinched her nipples, stroked her labia and caressed her clit. Beautiful mouths kissed her shoulders, her belly and her arms. Stubble from their cheeks created erotic friction that sparked sensations through all her nerve endings, awakening her senses.

Exquisite awareness snapped through JJ and she shuddered beneath their sensual assault.

Suddenly, she felt as if she were at one with nature. Fingers of wind tangled through her hair.

There was a rush of croaking frogs and the soulful howl of a wolf. The sounds pounded through her blood like music. The men’s intimate touches and kisses made her body hum.

Wow! She’d never felt so alive. Even her fingertips and the tips of her toes tingled with pleasure.

Suddenly, Dan and Rafe were in front of her and Dan’s head lowered, his warm mouth latching onto her left nipple. The sensation of a man’s mouth at her breast made fevered flames whip through her.

“You’re always so soft and beautiful,” Rafe whispered as he too dipped his head to her other breast. She jerked as his hot mouth melted over her nipple and he sucked tenderly.

JJ smiled. There he goes with his “beautiful” line. He was so endearing.

JJ reached out and grabbed one of Dan’s shoulders and one of Rafe’s shoulders to steady herself. Their muscles were hot beneath her palms and their flesh flinched and throbbed as she dug her nails into them.

She gasped as Brady dropped to his knees in front of her. She spread her legs, anticipating what he wanted.

“Pretty,” he breathed. He moved his head between her thighs. She bucked and arched and cried out as Brady’s hot mouth fused over her clitoris. His tongue stroked her tender flesh creating erotic shudders. He sucked on her clit and then nipped impatiently until she gasped from the pleasure-pain. Then he gently soothed the pain with his caressing breaths.

JJ’s own breaths came faster, rougher. Brady sucked harder. She shuddered.

Dan let go of her nipple and kissed a fiery line over her chest, to her collarbone and her chin.

Then he slid his mouth over hers and kissed her so deeply, his lips inflamed her senses.

JJ was lost within a whirlwind of pleasure.

She arched closer to Dan, wanting more from him. Rafe let go of her nipple with a pop and her heart pounded faster as the rip of foil was followed by the slurp of lube.

Seconds later, a cool lubed finger dipped into JJ’s ass. Brady’s head was warm between her thighs, his hot mouth licking and lapping at her clit until shockwaves engulfed her.

Her desire for them grew with every breath and a tight knot unraveled deep inside her vagina.

She needed cocks stroking into her, soothing her, loving her.

JJ whimpered her distress.

Suddenly, like a well-oiled machine, all three men moved in unison. Two men steadied her by holding her arms as Rafe lay down on the padded chaise. His shaft was in full-mast. He held his base as he awaited her.

Dan and Brady assisted her into position where she straddled the chaise. She squatted over Rafe, cried out as his solid flesh pushed past her sphincter. The burning stretch made her whimper and gasp.

His swollen penis sank deep. Deeper. Her muscles clenched him with warm welcome. He was barely to the hilt when Dan and Brady pushed her backward onto Rafe. He slid his hands over her breasts and he quickly pulled on her nipples creating a sparkling pleasure-pain.

She trembled at the sounds of foil ripping as the two men sheathed themselves. Brady climbed over her and she held out her arms to him. As he came closer, she hugged her hands over his rockhard ass pulling him on top of her.

Rafe groaned and she moaned as Brady penetrated her.

“Don’t forget about me, baby,” Dan whispered. He tilted her head to the side and she instinctively opened her mouth, accepting his cockhead between her lips. She smelled his musky scent and her breathing increased as excitement pummeled her.

Brady began a fast pump in and out of her pussy. She moaned as her body tightened. Release was coming. She could feel it. Taste it.
Needed
it.

Dan’s cock thrust into her mouth. Brady’s erection pushed her closer to the agonizing arousal she craved. A heady excitement filled her. JJ dug her nails into Brady’s ass, heard his sharp inhalation of breath. She pulled him closer, deeper.

Brady was right. This is what she needed. To be impaled by her three men. To be

overstretched. Beautifully stuffed by three cocks.

In a rush, the walls of pleasure blasted over her. She jerked between the men. Moaned around Dan’s shaft.

Her mind splintered into a million pieces. She lost full control beneath her gyrations and the waves of tremors that captured her and made love to her. She rode the climax. Rode it into blessed oblivion.

Through the multitude of layers of ecstasy, she heard the grunts and groans of her men as they all found their own releases.

JJ inhaled and smiled.

For right now, for this moment in time, her life was perfect and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

The End

Did you miss JJ’s first story?

This is how it all began...

Cowboys for Christmas

Jennifer Jane Watson has spent the past ten Christmases in a maximum security prison. The last thing she expects is to get early parole along with a job on a secluded Canadian cattle ranch serving Christmas holiday dinners to three of the sexiest cowboys she's ever met!

Rafe, Brady and Dan thought they were getting a male ex-con to help out around their secluded ranch. The last thing they expect is an attractive and very appealing woman fresh out of prison.

In the snowbound wilds of Northern Ontario, female companionship is rare. It's a good thing the three men like to share...

They're dominating, sexy-as-sin and they fill JJ with the hottest ménage fantasies she's ever had.

Suddenly she's craving Cowboys for Christmas and wishing for something she knows she can never have...a happily ever after.

EXCERPT

COWBOYS FOR CHRISTMAS

Duncane Institution for Women
,
Quebec
,
Canada

“Yeah, perfect. Thanks for the favor, Jenna. We appreciate it. She’ll be there sometime tonight.”

Jennifer Jane Watson stared at her parole officer, Sabrina Heathers, as she spoke on the phone.

The officer kept glancing at JJ with an encouraging smile and a hopefulness that JJ just didn’t feel. Actually, she hadn’t had an ounce of hope inside her since the day the jury had said she was guilty more than ten years ago on her eighteenth birthday.

It didn’t matter that JJ had killed her stepfather in self-defense. Or that she’d killed him because he’d just beaten her mother to death. Nope, the jury decided she was guilty of pre-meditated murder because she’d taken the law into her own hands and dished out the justice herself.

They’d been wrong in convicting her. Hell, mistakes were made every day in the judicial system, and she’d had to learn to live with that knowledge or go insane.

“I just confirmed the perfect job for you. All the proper channels are in agreement, so it’s a go,”

Sabrina said as she hung up the phone. She grabbed a pad of paper and began writing.

Yeah, like JJ wanted a job. She’d just been locked up in a six-by-eight foot prison cell for, like, ever. The last thing she wanted to be was a drone and get stuck on some crummy assembly line or doing some nine-to-five receptionist job. No, she wanted her freedom. She wanted to do her own thing and pretend the last ten years had never happened.

JJ gazed around the parole officer’s tiny cluttered office and frowned at the small artificial Christmas tree set upon the filing cabinet. It looked dreary with plastic ornaments and artificial tinsel. Just like her elderly parole officer looked bogus with her long black false eyelashes, her ultra-long red fingernails that had to be phony, and her bleached-blonde hair pulled tight off her face to prevent her wrinkles from showing.

No, she didn’t want any more of this dull atmosphere. She wanted a natural live tree, like the ones they’d had when she’d been a kid. She wanted to smell pine trees and string popcorn and hang fragile glass ornaments on the tree and watch pretty colorful lights flicker at windows of houses.

“Correctional Services partakes in many different programs and participates with many employers who are willing to hire recently paroled cons. You were lucky you applied for the pilot Freedom Run project so you could get early and full parole. Lucky, too, that I know Jenna personally. She’s the owner of Cowboys Online and Jenna has been placing people from the prison system through her company for years. Let’s hope your lucky streak continues.”

Yeah
,
lucky
.
Not
.

Sabrina paused. If she was waiting for JJ to kiss her ass and say thank you, she’d be waiting until next year.

JJ resisted the impulse to flick Sabrina the middle finger and tell her she didn’t want any favors.

She wanted her freedom. But she kept her mouth shut, like the way she’d been trained. The last thing she wanted was to get tossed back behind bars. She’d suck up Sabrina’s crap and when she had the chance, she’d make herself disappear.

Her parole officer smiled and for a split second JJ almost warmed to the woman. Maybe she was being sincere? Maybe she really did care about what happened to her? But she clamped down on the warm fuzzy feeling. No, she didn’t want to be chummy with anyone in the judicial system.

“You’ll be working on a cattle ranch.”

A cattle ranch
? JJ blinked in surprise. That sounded promising. She liked animals and she loved the outdoors.

“It’s not just any cattle ranch. This one deals in organic beef cattle and is situated in Northern Ontario. In the wilderness. Nothing but you, an elderly female role model who used to be a con, your bosses, wild cattle and thousands of acres of forests and meadows.

The Ontario wilderness? She could disappear over there.

“Your free spirit will love it.”

Yeah, right. Like Sabrina knew her? Sure, they’d been meeting over the last few months to figure out a release plan. Sabrina as well as JJ’s psychologist and the corrections officers had said nice things about her at the parole hearing, but everybody’s cheeriness and optimism only irritated JJ.

“This position just came up through the Freedom Run program. They need an assistant to the elderly female cook & housekeeper and you’ll be available for other odd jobs as they come up, such as a cook on cattle drives.”