Dixie Lynn Dwyer (16 page)

“And I need her.”

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After a week in the hospital and confirming that no permanent damage was done to Juliet’s larynx and trachea and they ruled out the need for surgery, she was ready to go home. So were Richie and Carl.

She wasn’t able to talk, and it hurt her throat badly when she tried to speak. She couldn’t help but feel scared and timid. She was weak, had lost some weight, and needed to be taken care of at home.

“We’re going to our place, Juliet. Matt and the guys fixed the master bedroom up for us,” Carl told her, and she shook her head.

“What? You don’t want to go back there with us?” he asked. A tear rolled down her cheek.

“Oh, baby, please don’t cry. I don’t want you to feel any pain. We thought you would love to be with us.” He caressed her thigh. He sat in the backseat with her while Richie drove the truck.

“Scared,” she whispered in a raspy voice then laid her head on his shoulder. Carl caressed her arm as Richie placed a hand on her thigh and caressed there, too.

“It will be fine. We’re going to take care of you. We love you. Remember that, Juliet.”

She closed her eyes and hoped the fear would pass. Perhaps going back there and facing what happened that terrible night last week would help in her recovery. She knew that Carl and Richie were aware of the nightmares she had. The doctors had given her something to help her sleep at night so she wouldn’t wake up screaming and hurt her esophagus more.

As they pulled into the driveway, they saw all the men working.

“Oh my God, look at the place,” Carl stated, and she looked around, amazed at all the new windows and the planks of lumber being added to a new deck.

“They redid it all, Carl. The guys redid everything so it would be like new,” Richie added. She realized that Richie and Carl were having just as difficult a time as she was, returning here.

This was their home. She never saw the ultimate damage, just heard about it from Susanna and the girls when they visited. They said it looked like a war zone, and she remembered it sure did sound like one that night. She swallowed and cringed from the pain as Carl stepped out of the truck.

He lifted her up into his arms and carried her toward the front steps.

“This looks incredible,” Richie said as he shook Matt’s hand.

“Thought you guys would appreciate it. It’s like coming home to a brand-new place. We even changed the front around and upstairs entirely. I hope you don’t mind, but we kind of redid the master bedroom,” Matt stated with a smile.

“Mind? Are you fucking kidding me? It looked like Swiss cheese, just like the living room,” Carl said.

“Well it doesn’t anymore,” Matt added as he opened the front door to let them in.

She could smell the scent of freshly cut wood and see the men moving around, hammering nails and adding decorative molding around the trim of the room. The smell of fresh paint lingered in the air as well as spackle.

The entrance to the staircase was encased in plastic.

“How are you feeling, sweetie?” Matt asked as he caressed her cheek. She closed her eyes and smiled softly to him.

“We’re glad you’re back. You’ll be able to rest, too. That’s why the bottom half of the house is closed off. Once we finish the living room, we’ll be out of here and in the next few days the guys will complete the wraparound porch.”

“Thanks, man.” Richie shook Matt’s hand then pulled him in to hug and slap him on the back in a manly show of affection. Juliet smiled. These were good men, and their bond of friendship was strong, just like her and the other Dixie Chix.

* * * *

A week later she was feeling much stronger, and she even visited the dance hall. Everyone had welcomed her and made her feel like she was finally part of a family and planting some roots permanently. She was relieved to finally have the fear of Pierce and Robert finding her and taking her away no longer valid. She was still feeling timid and a bit skittish, but that was to be expected after the series of events. During her time alone with Carl and Richie, she shared more about her life and what she had witnessed. They were understanding and empathetic as they reminded her that it all was in the past and that she didn’t have to fear any demons or memories anymore. This was a new beginning for her and for them.

She was back at Richie and Carl’s place taking a hot bath when the door slowly opened. Both Carl and Richie walked in wearing only boxers and sporting those fine, luscious military bodies she missed and adored. They had yet to make love to her, their concerns for her injuries taking precedence over their own dire needs. And dire they were. She had caught Carl masturbating in the shower, and despite her suggestion that she could accommodate him, he refused, stating that they wouldn’t risk hurting her. They both gave their spiel about them being large men and with her being so petite they didn’t want to hurt her. She was becoming frustrated because she needed their large, strong bodies surrounding her. She loved feeling tiny between them then getting lost in their lovemaking.

She stared at them as she finished her bath.

“Hey, baby, how are you feeling?” Carl asked. She rolled her eyes. Every day, every twenty minutes they asked her how she was feeling. At first she replied, “Like shit,” but now she wanted to tell them, “Miserable and horny, can’t either of you do something about it?”

“I need something really badly, and if I don’t have it soon, then I’m leaving your house,” she whispered in her very rough, sexy voice. It was the only benefit to her injury. She sounded like some phone sex operator, and she knew it drove both men insane.

She could see their cocks practically tear open the small fabric on their boxers. She gave a sad smile as she stood up. Their eyes followed the direction of the soap suds as they traveled down her throat and over her very taut nipples directly toward the path between her legs. She had shaved herself bare for them and added special Japanese cherry blossom oil to the water. It was a fragrance they loved.

Carl licked his lips, and Richie reached for the big burgundy fluffy towel.

“You look edible.” Richie wrapped her in the towel then began to dry her off as he carried her out of the room.

Carl joined them in the bedroom as he walked next to her side and caressed her cheek.

He leaned down to kiss her skin as he closed his eyes and simultaneously undid the hair clip. She felt her hair flow from confinement and sway downward.

“You smell so good,” Carl whispered.

Richie laid her down on the bed and used the towel to finish drying her off.

He went to cover up her body, and it pissed her off. She needed to take matters into her own hands.

She threw back the towel and held Richie’s gaze as she slid her fingertips down the front of her breasts, over her perky nipples, down the valley past her belly to her pussy.

“Fuck, baby, we don’t want to hurt you.” Richie pressed a knee onto one side of the bed and held her knee. She opened wider and inserted her finger up into her pussy. Carl grabbed ahold of her other knee and knelt with one leg on the bed.

In and out she pumped her finger, tilted her head back, and moaned.

“I want you both…now,” she whispered in that sexy, deep voice that made her feel like a goddess.

Richie leaned down and licked his tongue across her nipple. She continued to finger-fuck her own pussy until Carl pulled her finger from her cunt and replaced it with his mouth.

She gasped as she felt Carl’s tongue lick and suck her clit then plunge between her lips. She was so horny, so in need of cock it was driving her insane. She grabbed Carl’s head and pressed him harder against her.

“Please, Carl. Please, Richie, I need you both inside me now. I want it now.”

Richie pulled his mouth from her nipple and smiled down at her. “We want you, too.” He covered her mouth and made love to it, devouring her soft moans as Carl pulled his mouth from her pussy.

“Turn her over,” Carl ordered, and her heart hammered inside of her chest. Richie rolled to his back and took Juliet with him. In a flash she was impaled on his long, thick cock as she yelled hoarsely and gasped to catch her breath. Up and down he pounded his hips as he clenched his teeth and gripped her waist. She needed this. Oh God, did she need this.

“Yes! Yes, baby, harder,” she chanted.

“I’m gonna come just from your fucking sexy voice,” Richie said then thrust upward, making her lose her rhythm. She gripped his shoulders then took over thrusting and rocking her hips until she felt the cold liquid against her anus. She froze. Richie pulled her against his chest and covered her mouth just as Carl pressed his cock through the tight rings. He yelled behind her as he entered her in one quick thrust.

* * * *

Carl couldn’t believe how hard his heart was pounding and how tight and hot Juliet’s ass felt as it sucked his oversensitive cock.

“Oh God, baby, I love you so fucking much. I love being inside of you. Fuck!” he yelled then pounded away.

Juliet cried out her release as both men followed suit, screaming her name.

Carl caressed her spine then thrust his hips slowly into her.

“Hey,” she whispered.

“Hey yourself.”

He stared at their joined bodies. The way his cock disappeared in her small, tight ass. He knew his brother was deep inside her, and knowing that they were joined like this, the three of them, gave him such deep satisfaction. It was the most amazing sensation and connection he had ever felt. In double penetration they were bound double to her, their Juliet, their Dixie Chick and the love of their life.

“We love you, Juliet.” He kissed her shoulder before slowly easing from her body. Richie wrapped his arms around her then kissed her again. Carl listened. “I never thought I would feel like this. So connected and part of something amazing. You’re amazing, Juliet.”

“I’m not amazing,” she squeaked.

“Oh, sure you are. You penetrated the hearts of two men destined for pain and loneliness. Without you, we’d have nothing.”

He kissed her, and she hugged him close.

“I love you, too.”

Richie slowly pulled from her body then lifted her up higher on the bed. Carl walked to the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth to tend to Juliet. He cared for her then threw the washcloth toward the bathroom before he turned off the lights then joined them under the covers. He looked around the room.

“Matt and the guys did a great job,” she whispered.

“It’s totally new. They gutted the place,” Carl said.

“Juliet, you still need to pick out the paint colors for the living room. How about we run into town tomorrow and do that?” Richie asked.

She lifted her head to look at him. Carl rose up and placed a hand over her belly as he stared down into her beautiful, glossy blue eyes. She looked on the verge of tears.

“Why me?”

Both men smiled down at her.

Richie took her hand and held it on her belly, and Carl covered both of their hands with his own.

“We want you to stay here with us. We love you, baby, and we want you in our lives forever.”

She swallowed hard and closed her eyes then blinked them open. Carl watched the tears roll from the corners. In a very sexy, raspy voice she whispered the words he and his brother longed to hear. “I love you forever, too.”

THE END

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People seem to be more interested in my name than where I get my ideas for my stories from. So I might as well share the story behind my name with all my readers.

My momma was born and raised in New Orleans. At the age of twenty, she met and fell in love with an Irishman named Patrick Riley Dwyer. Needless to say, the family was a bit taken aback by this as they hoped she would marry a family friend. It was a modern-day arranged marriage kind of thing, and my momma downright refused.

Being that my momma’s families were descendents of the original English-speaking Southerners, they wanted the family bloodline to stay pure. They were wealthy and my father’s family was poor.

Despite attempts by my grandpapa to make Patrick leave and destroy the love between them, my parents married. They recently celebrated their sixtieth wedding anniversary.

I am one of six children born to Patrick and Lynn Dwyer. I am a combination of both Irish and a true Southern belle. With a name like Dixie Lynn Dwyer it’s no wonder why people are curious about my name.

Just as my parents had a love story of their own, I grew up intrigued by the lifestyles of others. My imagination as well as my need to stray from the straight and narrow made me into the woman I am today.

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