Stacy's Destiny (26 page)

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The chili finished cooking, the pies were all done, and Stacy was relieved that she could finally go outside and enjoy the beautiful day. Max had been insistent that she stay over again tonight, but she wanted to head home to the cottage and at least grab some things and open up the widows to air the place out. Her milk and other items in her refrigerator were probably bad by now. But he was adamant about it and had even been a bit aggressive in his demand for her to remain on the Triple C. She trusted Max and Eric and knew that something was up. Even the way Max made love to her in the shower was intense and a bit rough, but she loved every second of it. That amazed her because she thought she didn’t want to feel like a possession or like she was submissive. But she found herself trying to do little things to get them both in an uproar, which usually led to her being stripped naked and fucked real good. She felt her cheeks warm. Her men were amazing, and the town of Pearl and the Triple C Ranch were like a fantasy come true.

She straightened out her hair, running her fingers through it to smooth out the wild strands, and walked outside on the front porch. That’s when she noticed the small red convertible sitting in the driveway near the barn. “Whose car is that?’ she wondered as she walked out that way. There was no one around, the men were off riding and tending to the cattle and fences, but Eric was working on something with Charlie. She noticed that the barn door was closed as she pulled it open and called inside.

“Eric!” she called, and as she entered the barn, she could see all the stalls and a working area to her right. That’s when she saw some woman in a short mini skirt and scrawny arms wrapped around Eric. She couldn’t tell if he was trying to get her off of him or trying to feel her up. His hands were under her arms and wedged against her breasts. She, however, was kissing his neck and rubbing herself all over him.

“What the hell is going on?” Stacy yelled, and Eric’s eyes widened in shock as he shoved the woman off of him. She just held on tight and eyed Stacy from head to toe. She knew when a woman was trying to seduce a man and when a woman was jealous. Damn, did this woman look like she wanted to rip Stacy’s head off.

“Stacy! Honey, I—”

Stacy held up her hand for Eric to go no further.

“Oh, baby, don’t worry about her. She was liable to find out sooner or later ’bout us,” the woman said in a very annoying Southern drawl.

“Betsie, cut your shit out. Stacy knows I’m loyal to her. Now I’m only going to tell you this one more time. You best leave me and my family alone. Ain’t no Cantrell interested in ya,” Eric stated then firmly pulled his arm from her grasp.

“You’d rather have some Yankee from New York than a true Texas lady?” she stated with venom as she slowly straightened out her skirt and her small little breasts. Stacy smirked as she stood confidently in front of her. Stacy knew her boobs were better than Betsie’s.

“Oh, I see, Eric, honey. I’ll meet ya later at our usual place. Then we can attend the fair together tomorrow. Ya know, my chili is gonna win again and of course my delicious peach cobbler. Your little friend here looks a bit piqued. Maybe ya should get rid of her now before it’s too late.”

“Betsie, get your ass off my property.”

Betsie winked at Eric then walked really close to Stacy. “Eric and Max are really great lovers, honey. But they like their women proper and a bit wild, so I’d pack your bags and head back from the shit hole you came out of.”

Stacy watched her go, wondering what the hell was wrong with that woman. She was really pissed off, but she didn’t want to act unladylike.

But then her blood felt as if it were boiling, and all she could see when she closed her eyes was that slimy woman all over Eric. He could have easily shoved her down and away from him. What the hell was going on?

“Oh, Betty.” Stacy turned and called after her.

She placed her hands on her hips and stared at Stacy. “It’s Betsie,” she retorted.

“Whatever. Just a few facts before you leave. Your chili-and-pie-winning days are over. These, are a hell of a lot nicer than yours,” Stacy stated as she cupped her own large breasts and winked at Betsie. Betsie gasped, and then Stacy jumped toward her, taking a step with her fists clenched as if ready to fight. Betsie jumped and ran out of the barn.

A second later, she felt the hand on her shoulder, and instinctively she threw a right hook. She hit Eric directly in the lip then covered her mouth in shock. He wiggled his jaw and grabbed a hold of her wrists.

“Why the hell did you hit me?”

“Let go of me, Eric. I don’t enjoy being lied to or betrayed.”

“Betrayed? Are you kidding me? That woman is crazy. She’s been coming around here for months,” he stated, and Stacy’s eyes widened as she tried to pull out of Eric’s grasp. She saw the tiny bit of blood drip from his lip, and she was surprised by the damage she inflicted. She felt guilty, but then she remembered that slimy serpent of a woman tangled around him by the stall. He didn’t appear as if he were fighting hard.

“There’s nothing going on between us. I swear, Stacy, she’s crazy. We told you about her, and she’s been after a Cantrell for over a year.”

Stacy thought about that a moment, but she still couldn’t get the sight of the woman clinging to Eric out of her head. She was jealous, and she was lacking in self-confidence. Men disappointed her often, and she had opened her heart up to Max and Eric..

“I thought you and Max were different. I thought I could trust you,” she stated then lowered her eyes.

Eric pulled her to him.

“Damn, Stacy, I only want to be with you. There is nothing going on between me and Betsie.”

“It didn’t look that way when I came in here. She was wrapped around you, and her lips were stuck to your neck. It also looked like your hands were holding her breasts.”

“I didn’t want to hurt her. She literally hurled herself at me the moment you opened the door and called my name. She wanted to cause trouble, and she did just that. She planned this.”

Her perfume lingered on his shirt and near his neck as she scrunched her nose and tried pulling away from him.

“What now?’ he asked.

“You smell like her perfume. It’s sickening.”

He grabbed her hand and started heading toward the house, and as they walked outside, Betsie was pressed against Ben, and Ben was trying to push her off of him.

“See what I mean. She’s crazy,” Eric stated.

Stacy couldn’t believe the sight, and Ben looked like he didn’t want to hurt her but was also in a bad position. Stacy pulled her hand from Eric’s and stomped over to Betsie. She grabbed a fistful of her fancy hair and yanked it hard.

“Ouch!” Bestise yelled as she stumbled away from Ben.

Stacy had one hand on her hip and one finger pointed at Betsie as Charlie and some of the other workers headed outside to see what was happening.

“You get this straight, Betsie, because there are no second chances. These Cantrell men are all mine. None of them are interested in you. So if I ever see your skanky, skinny tramp of a self on Cantrell property again, I’m going to personally take out a can of New York whoop ass! Now get in your fancy little bimbo car and don’t ever eye any of my Cantrell men ever again.”

“Oh my!” Betsie yelled then eyed all the men as they gathered around Stacy. Betsie hurried to her car and sped off.

“Holy shit, that was great!” Ben yelled, and Stacy turned toward all of them and glared.

“I’m going home,” she stated, and they all tried to stop her. She turned to look at Eric, and he took a deep breath and shook his head.

“You’re not going home.”

“I sure as hell am, and you’re not coming with me. I’m mad at you and the way you allowed that tramp to touch you and kiss your neck,” Stacy yelled.

“You let Betsie touch you and kiss you?” Ben asked.

“Shut up, Ben!” Charlie yelled at his brother.

Stacy stormed toward the house.

“Call Max now,” Stacy heard Eric state to Charlie. She could also hear the scraping of his boots across the gravel behind her.

“Man, is she fired up,” Ben stated loud enough for Stacy to hear.

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Stacy stared at her room. There was the smell of cleaning stuff like someone had cleaned her house and especially her furniture. Then she noticed the brand-new window and new molding around the edges. Clothes and other items were not left where she placed them, but they were neatly organized.

Max had begun to explain about a break-in and soon got to informing her that a package was delivered to the Sheriff’s department a few days ago. A few days ago! She was beginning to shake with anger, and damn it, she felt betrayed. They didn’t trust her to confide in her or tell her the truth about what was going on. First she caught Betsie all over Eric in the barn, and then she caught Max lying to her for over a week and keeping her business away from her.

She wouldn’t look at them as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“Get out!” she yelled, and they both remained where they stood.

“Get out of my house now!” she yelled.

“Stacy, honey, calm down,” Max stated.

“Calm down? No, I won’t calm down, Max. You kept this from me for a week? You lied to me and convinced me to stay at your place for days by seducing me and making me believe that this thing was special between the three of us, but meanwhile, it was a lie. I don’t want to speak to either of you.”

Max grabbed her arm and turned her toward him.

“You think that these last few weeks have been a lie? You think the fact that some asshole went searching through your panty drawers and took souvenirs isn’t making me lose my fucking mind with anger?” He pulled her to him, and she saw an expression she never had seen before. She knew Max was telling the truth, but she was hurt and disappointed. They were taking over her life and treating her like a child. His grip was firm as she tried to break free.

“He took your fucking panties and bra. He had pictures of you practically naked with only a towel on, damn it! You are our woman and we will do whatever we feel is necessary to protect you,” he practically screamed at her. He abruptly released her as if he could hurt her if he continued to touch her. She covered her face with her hands and cried as Max’s words sank in.

She felt strong arms wrap around her then the scent of Eric’s cologne.

“It’s okay, baby. I know you’re scared and a bit confused. I’m sure from your perspective it seemed like we were controlling your life and your every move, but we’re not. We love you, Stacy. I would never cheat on you, nor would I ever lie to you and pretend that my dick hadn’t remained hard since the moment we met.” He chuckled softly against her neck as he nibbled then pulled on her ear lobe. She found herself smiling slightly but still feeling pretty raw inside. She felt his cock against the crevice of her ass cheeks and then him thrusting lightly against it.

“Ya see what I mean?’ he whispered.

She turned her head slightly to look up into his eyes. Eric was being honest and sincere. She just knew it. Maybe she overreacted? Maybe she just wasn’t used to having a man really care and love her. It wasn’t fair to compare Eric and Max to other men from her past. They truly were different.

Eric leaned down and kissed her lips as he wrapped one arm around her waist and began to lift the hem of her skirt to rub along her inner thigh.

A moment later, Max stood in front of her, looking just as pissed off and angry as he was a few minutes ago.

He stepped closer, and she held her stance, ready to fight him tooth and nail. If this relationship between them was going to work, then they needed to be honest.

His nostrils flared, and he twitched his jaw as if he were having a hard time saying what he was thinking. She held his gaze while Eric continued to move his hand further up her skirt.

“Woman, you get under my skin like no other person on the face of this planet. Whether you like it or not, Eric and I are going to continue to pamper you and take care of you and be protective of you, so you just better get damn used to it. Cut out that New York attitude with me and realize that I love you, damn it, and it ain’t gonna change. I don’t want any other woman than you, and if you ever question my love for you or even suggest that I would lie to you ever again, then I’m going to throw you over my knee and give you a spanking you won’t ever forget.”

She was shocked by his words and his outburst, but before she could verbally respond, Eric cupped her pussy and Max grabbed her by her blouse and pulled her to him. He covered her mouth in a very rough and demanding way, and she ate it up. She climbed his body, wrapped her legs around his waist, and attacked his mouth in equal retaliation. In no time at all, her clothes were torn from her body and they were yanking and pulling their own clothes off in between kissing and sucking any bit of skin the three of them could get their mouths and hands on.

In a flash, Max had her pinned against the bedroom wall and his cock buried deep. He pumped into her repeatedly as she bit into his neck muscles a bit harder than usual, causing him to harden within her. His cock was rock solid and felt long and lethal.

A touch to her shoulder and the feel of Eric beside her and she screamed an orgasm. The sloshing sound echoed in the otherwise quiet room, and she felt her cream drip down her thighs.

Max carried her to the bed. He placed her on her feet and took position laying down on his back as Eric grabbed her, kissing her passionately. When he released her lips, she felt dazed. Eric turned her around and lifted her, placing Stacy on top of Max.

Max pulled her to him and thrust his tongue into her mouth while she adjusted her hips to allow his cock entry to her pussy. She was on fire and moistened with desire.

Eric moved in behind her, and she felt him swipe a finger from her wet pussy lips to her anus. She in return increased her thrusts, pulling her mouth from Max’s to breath.

When the tip of Eric’s cock pressed to her puckered hole, she paused to allow him access.

“Easy baby. Nice and slow so I don’t hurt you,” Eric whispered, placing a firm, large hand over her right shoulder as he pushed deeper. She wanted them both very badly and seemed oversensitive to their every touch and penetration. Her vaginal muscles gripped his cock. The thick, hard muscle pushed in with purpose and she moaned then gasped in relief.

“Oh yes. Oh, it feels so good!” she told them as Max held her hips and helped her to rise up and down on his cock. In between, Eric thrust into her ass until they found a rhythm they could keep in sync with.

The bed creaked, and the gentle breeze parted the curtains against her bedroom widows, caressing her perspiring skin. She was in tune to her full breasts, Max’s huge hands gripping her waist and lifting her as he thrust into her pussy with purpose.

Eric growled behind her gripping a handful of her hair as he thrust his cock balls deep against her crevice.

“Fuck, she’s so tight, she’s gripping my cock and killing me. I’m gonna come,” Eric grunted then nibbled on her shoulder and neck.

Stacy moaned as she felt her whole body tighten up, and she knew she was going to lose it.

“I can’t take it. I can’t,” she stated, and Max and Eric took that second to thrust into her together.

“Oh,” she screamed in a hoarse voice as she saw spots in front of her eyes then the room spin. Thrust after thrust, Eric and Max kept going until they both roared then came inside of her. She felt their hot semen and the aftershocks of their lovemaking. They were all perspiring and sticky as both men began to kiss her mouth, her neck, and her breasts. They held one another, connected at the ultimate level, and their love touched each of their hearts. No words were said. They just held one another close.

It was Eric who eased out of Stacy first.

Eric cupped her face between his hands.

“Are you okay, honey? We didn’t hurt you, did we?” he asked.

The tears rolled down her cheeks, and her whole body shook

“No. I just feel so—”

Eric lifted her off of Max and pulled her into his arms, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and cried. He moved onto the bed.

Max caressed her back, and the three of them settled down on the comforter.

“Talk to us. What’s wrong?” Eric asked.

“Absolutely nothing. Everything is perfect. I’ve never felt so loved or so in love in my life. I just don’t know how to handle it. I’m scared, I’m happy, and to top it off, some lunatic might ruin it all.”

Max and Eric began to caress her skin and kiss her tenderly.

“We aren’t going to allow that. We love you, and this is going to work out just fine,” Eric stated.

“Let myself and the department worry about this asshole. You’ll be safe here. I promise you,” Max added then kissed her softly.

They snuggled together for a few minutes. Then Eric looked at the clock.

“We better get moving if we want to make the chili and baking contest.”

“Oh my God. I completely forgot. I was supposed to have everything in town by two o’clock.” Stacy sat up and began to crawl from the bed with her ass pointed in Eric and Max’s direction.

An arm swooped around her midsection and flung her backwards onto the mattress.

“Hey!” she squealed.

“Charlie and Ben took care of it. As soon as you left the house in an uproar, they knew you had forgotten. So let’s take a shower then head into town,” Max stated.

“I can’t wait for you to beat Betsie Whinston,” Eric added then smiled, and Stacy gave him a dirty look.

He caressed her breast then tweaked her nipple as he leaned down to lick the tip.

“You don’t still believe that I’m interested in Betsie?”

She closed her eyes and moaned as she held his head to her breast.

“No, I just don’t want to ever hear her name come from your lips again.”

He smiled at her.

“Jealous little thing, ain’t ya? Hey, I never complimented you on that right hook of yours. Left me feeling dazed a second,” he stated as he caressed his jaw and lip where it had been bleeding. It didn’t look any the worse now, just a little swollen.

“I’m sorry about that. You came up from behind and I was all upset still.”

“Lesson learned, baby,” Eric said then kissed her.

“Don’t you be trying any of those right hooks on me,” Max teased then kissed her.

“Naw, I will save my left hooks for you, deputy. The next time you decide to withhold information, it better not be about me,” she stated then made a fist.

He grabbed her hand then lowered it to his cock. He was hard and ready for round two.

“Get in that shower, ma’am, or we’ll never make it to the damn Fourth of July festivities.”