Ecstasy in Elk's Crossing (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (16 page)

Turning her face toward the opposite shoulder, Katie pushed her lips slowly over the head of Flynn’s cock, using a swirling motion with her tongue against the underside. A shiver went through him, and Katie’s self-confidence ratcheted up a notch or two.

“That’s so sexy.” It was Aaron’s deep tenor that had cut through the silence. He was on his feet, standing at the edge of the bed. “Watching you give my brother pleasure like that...” His words trailed away, and he uttered a slow, rumbling moan of desire. “Damn it, Katie, if you keep sucking cock like that, you’re going to get me hard all over again.”

The words were a narcotic to Katie, a balm to whatever nastiness had befallen her in the past. If Aaron wanted her again that night, if his desire for her was such that she felt passionately needed, then she’d satisfy him in any manner he wanted.

Never in Katie’s life had she ever felt so beautiful, so passionate, so adored, and so
needed
. These men had made it clear to her that it was she and she alone who inspired their feverish, even animalistic needs.

She released Flynn from her oral embrace then looked at Garrett. “I want you.” A sudden stab of fear tightened her throat and made it impossible for her to speak for a moment.

“And I want you,” Garrett replied, smoothing blonde hair behind her ear. He leaned forward, and she kissed the slick tip of his erection.

Katie shook her head as though to shrug off fearful thoughts. She looked straight into the young cowboy’s eyes. “From behind. I want you from behind.” Then she looked over at Flynn and then down at Blair, and said in a hushed voice, “All three of you inside me...at the same time.”

* * * *

The pressure in Garrett’s balls was so intense that he wasn’t at all certain how long he could take his pleasure from Katie’s voluptuous body before he released his semen. She was just too sexy for him to be casual, and her request had triggered in him a response that was like being hooked up to a high-voltage charge of electricity.

He was standing on the bed directly behind Katie as she bounced on Blair. Her head was turned to the side so that she could take Flynn’s cock back and forth between her lips as she bounced. Not so much as a single twinge of jealousy went through Garrett as he watched the woman he loved doing everything she could to satisfy the rampant desires of his brothers.

“Okay, Katie, now you’re going to get what you’ve asked for.”

Garrett heard the false bravado in his own voice. He was nervous about what was about to happen, and he suspected Katie was also. He put a hand to her shoulder, thumbed the spaghetti strap of her baby-doll for a moment, and then with a firmness that would not allow denial, pushed her until her breasts were pressed against Blair’s chest.

He waited until Flynn got down on his knees beside Blair’s shoulder so that Katie could resume sucking him. Only then did Garrett get into proper position for the triple-penetration of the woman who had captured the hearts of the McGowan men.

The sweeping curve of her naked hips and the pale and taut cheeks of her ass made his erection throb. Garrett put his hand on her hip, and with his other hand, guided the head of his cock to her taboo entrance.

“I’ve wanted your ass more than you can imagine,” he said through a groan, applying pressure.

She resisted at first. Garrett could see her tense up. But he would not be denied, and with a short, sharp thrust of his hips, he forced her cheeks apart and slipped inside her tight, forbidden passage.

She made a short, sharp sound deep in her throat. The sound was of pain and shock, though she kept Flynn’s hard flesh deep in her mouth the entire time. When Garrett retreated, the bulbous crown slipping out of her bottom, a sigh of relief instantly followed.

Garrett thrust a second time, more forcefully than the first. This time, nearly half of his length slipped between Katie’s quivering buns.

“Tight,” he growled, withdrawing partially before plunging forward once again. “Her sweet ass is so tight.”

* * * *

Garrett couldn’t know that his words were precisely what Katie needed to hear, but they were. How many times, as a child and then later on, had the words “fat ass” been tossed her way? Even though the rational side of her brain knew that the words really didn’t apply in any honest way, that didn’t keep them from putting a scar on her soul, or at least a bruise.

Though pulsing waves of pain continued surging through her body from her bottom, Katie pushed herself backward, impaling herself on Garrett’s relentlessly thrusting cock. When his torso slapped against her buns, she saucily gave her hips a shake, as though to let him know she had taken everything he could give her, and she wanted more.

I’ve got three cocks in me at the same time. What kind of woman would do such a thing?
She immediately answered herself.
Only a woman desperately in love.

Katie mentally chased away any doubts regarding her behavior as she rocked back and forth. It didn’t take long for her to learn how to position herself so that Blair could move beneath her, Garrett could move behind her, and Flynn—who had a determined grip on her hair, just in case—could fill her mouth at whatever tempo gave him the most pleasure.

The psychological effects of having three cocks pistoning deeply in and out of her body, filling her pussy, ass, and mouth all at the same time, was as arousing to Katie as the nerve endings that were being stimulated.

The sounds were particularly tantalizing to Katie. There was Flynn, on the bed near Blair’s shoulder, who now had both hands combed into her hair and was holding her quite steady as his lean torso churned, his cock sliding back and forth between her lips. As he fucked her mouth, his low, hoarse groans of pleasure were steadily growing louder. Katie had little doubt that it wouldn’t be long before the young man unloaded a torrent of cum against her tongue.

And beneath her, Blair had both hands on her breasts, squeezing them tightly, perhaps a bit too tightly, now that his lust had gone from red-hot to incandescent. His breath came in gulps as he muttered, “Oh, god! Oh, god!” with each upward thrust of his hips. He filled Katie’s pussy with the very essence of his desire for her.

And behind her, with his hands on her shoulders and his slender hips pumping ever faster, was Garrett, his cock forcing the cheeks of her ass to spread wide apart.

The hard, masculine flesh filling her body, pumping and driving and arousing more nerve endings at one time than Katie had ever thought possible, was everything that she had hoped it would be. Even the short-lived lightning bolt of pain she’d experienced when Garrett had first forced her delicate tissue to surrender to his desires had been
precisely
what Katie had wanted to feel.

She came a second time and was racing headlong toward a third climax when her lovers had exhausted themselves, their orgasms occurring with groans and moans and, from Katie, some sputtering and choking before she was able control her instincts and swallow repeatedly.

Later, alone in the shower, Katie slowly and leisurely soaped her body, taking measure of the burdens she had placed upon it. Her knee, injured in the car accident—it was no accident, she had to remind herself—was throbbing once again, having been strained during the astonishingly physical
ménage a quatre
with her McGowan lovers. And there was a slight bruise on the left side of her throat where a frantic Aaron had bitten her with a touch more force than he had intended. Her bottom was stinging, but that was to be expected. She hadn’t taken her pleasures Greek-fashion very often in her life, and Garrett was both endowed and energetic. Katie knew that she’d do it again that way—the triple penetration had been much too arousing for her to give banishing such activity any serious thought—but it might be a while before she let her lovers know she wanted them again that way. Her dark desires rather frightened her.

While passing the bar of soap over her breasts, she felt warm tingles emanate outward, and she closed her eyes. Every one of the McGowans seemed thoroughly besotted with her breasts.

They like their woman fleshy, thank God. Every time I even mention going on a diet, they all start complaining.
She smiled as her thoughts shifted focus.
Maybe I should invent my own diet. I’ll call it the McGowan Diet Plan
. She smiled.
The McGowan Diet Plan involves lots of meat and protein, combined with an exhausting physical regimen. Provided I don’t die of happiness or they don’t fuck me completely to death, the McGowan Diet Plan is perfect.

She rinsed the soap from her body and limped slightly as she crossed the bathroom to get a towel.

Yes, her life was perfect.

Except for the fact that someone had tried to kill her and had very nearly succeeded, and unless she was very much mistaken, the person who had tried and failed would keep trying until he succeeded.

Just seeing Katie’s car, with its smashed windows and bent metal, made a cold dread go through Aaron’s veins. His hands unconsciously tightened into threatening fists. With effort, he tamped down his desire for immediate revenge. He walked around the car slowly.

“Hey there, Aaron, whatcha doing?”

It was the gas station owner. Aaron knew he liked to talk, but he himself wasn’t in any mood to be even remotely friendly.

“I’ve just stopped by to pick up some of Katie’s things from the trunk of her car,” he explained. “It’ll only take me a second, and then I’ll be gone.”

“That other fella took more than a second,” the old man said, hooking his thumbs into the shoulder straps of his bib overalls. “He had all sorts of questions about that gal and what happened to her.”

It was as though a hand was slowly tightening around Aaron’s throat. He turned to face the old man and asked, in as casual a tone as he could manage, “What kinds of questions? What did he look like?”

“Wanted to know if she got hurt. Had an odd look on his face when he found out she gots herself a bushel basket full of luck.” He scratched his beard-stubbled chin contemplatively. “An outsider, he was. Didn’t have real fancy clothes on, but he had one of those fancy ways about him that some city folks have. Not a big guy like you, though. Just a little feller gettin’ kind of doughy ’round the middle.”

“Did he say where he was staying?”

“Nope.”

“Did he say anything else that might help me?”

“Nope. Twitchy fella, though. You’ll know him when you see him. Ain’t from around these parts.”

* * * *

David looked at the owner of Paulie’s Gun Shop and wanted very much to kill him. Paulie was just one more insufferable dumbfuck without the sense to know his betters.

“There’s simply no way I can sell a pistol to you without the state doing a complete background check, sir,” Paulie said for the third time. “I’d lose my license if I did.”

And there was no way that David was going to let this asshole, or anyone else, for that matter, do a background check on him. Would his stint in jail show up? He hadn’t actually been sent to prison, just the county lockup—but that was bad enough.

David put his hands on his hips and forced himself to remain calm. The only way he would ever be able to collect on the debt that Katie owned him was if he remained calm, if he let his brilliant mind deal rationally and objectively with the inferiors that surrounded him.

Turning slowly away from the counter, David looked around the store. The new rifles and shotguns were stored in racks near the front of the store. The used rifles and shotguns were in racks along the back of the store. All of the handguns were in glass cases near the cash register, and all of the cases were locked. David wondered if the glass was breakable, or if it was really some kind of plastic that was impervious to the blows of a hammer.

“You’ve got enough guns here to supply an army,” David said, his tone disrespectful.

“I try to stock up at this time of year. Once deer and elk season starts and then goose and duck season, I can’t keep enough guns on the shelves. And the ammunition just flies out of here.”

“Maybe you’ll have something I might like after all,” David said, nonchalantly tucking his hands into his back pockets as he headed toward the rear of the store. His funds were running low, and if he was going to buy any kind of weapon at all, it would surely have to be used. “I’m in the mood to increase my weapon supply.”

Actually, he didn’t have a supply of weapons. He didn’t own any guns at all, and he found it appalling that there were so many weapons in this store that were openly for sale to whoever could plunk down the money.

He looked at several used rifles. All of them had gleaming, polished stocks and looked to be in immaculate condition. And they were all more expensive than David could afford. While it was true that delivering the punishment to Katie that she deserved was his main priority, it was also true that until he made her suffer, he had to sleep somewhere, he had to eat, and he had to put gasoline in his car. All of that took money.

“Is there anything in particular you’re looking for?” the proprietor asked. “I might be able to steer you in the right direction.”

So what would he admit to hunting? Elk? Deer? Or maybe he’d just be honest and admit that he was hunting the stupid bitch who had ruined his life?

“Deer. Pretty big deer, so the shotgun’s got to have some punch to it.”

“I see,” Paulie replied, cocking his head slightly as he looked at David. “You do much hunting?”

David was about to brag about hunting in Africa and decided his lie would be an overreach. “I used to, but then I was married for a while. She didn’t like me hunting, but now that she and I have parted company, I’d like to get back to it.”

Paulie smiled broadly, and David knew that he’d come up with the right lie to get the man on his side.

“Ammunition these days is a lot more powerful than it used to be.”