The Sextet - Sharing [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (25 page)

you believe will please us.”

“But, Trey—”

“Shhhh. No talking back. Choose wisely, or you could be

punished.”

Wil held out his hand. Trey gave the phone over, wondering what

his partner would add.

“And, Jenny, we expect that pussy to be as smooth as the

proverbial baby’s butt.” Wil hit the end button without even a

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goodbye. “That should have her wondering what’s going to happen.”

* * * *

And two more days later

Jen fought the wobbly grocery cart back into line. Why did she

seem to get the one with the bum wheel every single time? Oh, well,

just enough stuff for a big dinner salad, and then she’d be on her way

home.

The sprayers cut off just as she rounded the corner into the

produce section. Crisp lettuces and ruby-red tomatoes glistened with

water droplets alongside the stoplight-colored bell peppers. It all

smelled so, well, fresh. But then, she supposed the store intended it

that way.

After selecting a good head of Bibb lettuce and a couple of

tomatoes, Jen herded her cart over to the cucumbers and radishes.

She’d just picked up one of the English cukes when her cell phone

rang with the opening notes of “Ladies Love Country Boys.”

“Hey, Wil.”

“Don’t you need something bigger than a cuke stretching out that

tight little pussy?”

She jerked, nearly dropping the veggie. A quick bit of fumbling

and she managed to keep it from hitting the tiled floor.

“Nice recovery.”

It was Trey this time whispering into her earpiece. Startled, she

glanced around the produce section. No one but a soccer mom and her

two middle schoolers in sight. Not even a store employee.

“You aren’t going to see us, Jen. Not if we don’t want you to. You

might want to keep that in mind when you pick a couple of

playmates.” Trey’s near warning came tempered with a hint of

teasing.

She inched the cart farther away from the soccer mom. “What do

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you two want now?” But she already knew the answer.

“Did you put it in like we told you to?”

Wil didn’t have to explain what “it” was as her vaginal muscles

tightened around the smooth, egg-shaped vibrator. When she’d gotten

off shift, she’d found another package in the seat of her truck. Trey’s

scrawled instructions had been very explicit.

Go back inside, to the nearest ladies’ room, and put this in that

sweet pussy of yours. And leave it there ’til you get back home.

“Did you think we weren’t going to make use of it?”

Panic gripped her. They surely weren’t going to turn it on right

here in the grocery? In such a public place?

Part of her feared the possible embarrassment. What if she lost

control in the middle of aisle five? Orgasm for her was always such

an intense experience that sometimes she barely maintained

consciousness. And, she flushed at the very thought, she was also

quite loud on the ride to that climax.

“Please, guys. Wait until I get back out to the truck. Please. I shop

here all the time. The fellas at the butcher counter know me by name.”

“Trey, I’m shocked. Shocked, I tell you. She thinks we’d

embarrass her by making her come right here at the grocery store.”

Jen felt her shoulders relax as she pulled in a sigh of relief.

“
Au contraire, cherie
. That’s exactly the purpose of this little

game. You are absolutely forbidden to come. From now until you see

us Friday evening.”

As Trey’s pronouncement sped through the ether to her ear, Jen

felt the vibrator hum to life.

“Oh,” she gasped.

“Feel good, Jenny?”

“Wil, please, turn it off. Or make Trey turn it off. Please.”

The desperation in her voice must have carried across the produce

section. The soccer mom looked up at her, concern in her eyes.

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Jen forced a smile onto her face and nodded in the woman’s

direction. The vibrations were getting stronger, spreading out to her

G-spot, her clit.

“Bet she’s startin’ to get good and wet for us. Are you, Jen? Say

it. Now.”

She turned her back away from the open area. “Yes.”

“Yes what, Jenny?”

She felt the heat in her cheeks. But the heat between her thighs

grew stronger by the second. “Yes, damn you both. I’m getting wet.”

Self-satisfied masculine chuckles caressed her ear. “I think she

likes this, Wil.”

The buzzing vibrations eased off a little.
Thank heavens.
Her

thoughts raced. How many other things did she absolutely have to

pick up today? How quickly could she get out of here and put an end

to this erotic torture? Surely, if she left the store, she’d be out of

whatever range the little electronic gadget had.

With the barest of inspections, she put her other selections in the

cart. The only trouble was, as she did, another fear took hold. She

liked this. A lot. She had not one, but two hot, alpha hunks doing their

best to drive her over the edge.

Wheeling around, Jen dashed over to the dairy case. A quick pint

of half-and-half for her morning coffee and she’d be heading to the

checkout.

“Oh, Jennifer. Need something creamy, do you?”

Damn it all to hell and gone
. Where were they watching her from?

The warmth crept back into her face as the buzzing increased again.

“I’m sure Wil and I can…” Trey paused for just the briefest bit.

“Come up with enough hot cream for your needs.”

Concentrate, Jennifer.
She charged up the aisle toward the

checkouts. But every few steps, she had to stop and tightly press her

thighs together.

“Make sure you have enough shave gel before you go home. I’d

hate for you to get that pussy half-smooth and run out.”

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She gripped the handle until her knuckles blanched as the cart

bucked around the final corner.
Hallelujah.
There was an open

register.

The inner tension grew tighter and tighter as the cashier scanned

each item. From someplace she couldn’t see, Trey and Wil varied the

intensity of the vibrations, forcing her closer to the knife-edge of

orgasm.

Her heart racing, Jen grabbed the two bags and all but ran to the

automatic doors. She had to get out of there. Out of reach of whatever

signal they were using to drive her closer to that sweet explosion.

But there, right at the doors, the vibrations stopped. Not eased off,

but came to an immediate, dead stop.

“Ah, ah, ah, Jennifer. We said no coming.”

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Chapter 2

Birthday!

Jen rolled her truck to a stop in front of the tiny bait-and-tackle

shop. It had to be the right place. She hadn’t seen anything but

treelined two-lane for more than five miles. Reaching into her purse,

she retrieved her BlackBerry. A quick tap of a key and the message lit

up.
When you get to Duffy’s, call Wil’s cell. We’ll talk you into the
cabin.

She tried to logic the knot out of her stomach. This is what she’d

wanted, after all. To celebrate her twenty-ninth birthday with a night

of wild sex with her two hot friends. The shelf bra, thong, stockings,

and heels were carefully packed in her bag. She’d even picked up

some strawberries, chocolate syrup, and whipped cream after the guys

told her they had the food covered.

Then why was she hesitating?
Just hit the speed dial, for heaven’s

sake.
Because she knew she was flirting with emotional disaster.

Against all the rules, calm, cool trauma nurse Jennifer Delaney was

mere inches away from falling ass-over-teakettle in love with both

Trey McIntyre and Wil Simon.

Before she chickened out, Jen scrolled down the list and tapped on

Wil’s name. It rang once when Wil’s cheerful voice cut in.

“Right on time, sweet thing.”

“I found the bait shop. Which, by the way, is already so far back

in the woods, I nearly needed my GPS.”

He must’ve had her on speaker, for she could hear both of them

laughing. “Then fire it up, you’re about to drive further back. This

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part of Horseshoe Lake isn’t exactly on a well-traveled piece of road.”

“Which way from here?”

They gave her turn-by-turn instructions until she finally found the

row of old metal mailboxes. “There’s a gravel drive on your right.

Take it,” Wil told her.

Jen turned off between two huge pines. To call this a “gravel

drive” was being very generous. The weeds brushed so close she

began to worry about the paint job on her truck. And she bounced

through one spot she knew would hold six or eight inches of water

after a hard rain.

“Guys, are you sure I’m on the right road? There’s not a damned

thing back here.”

“Yes, there is. Us. But before you get here, one more thing. The

pretty undies you brought home in the pink shopping bag. Such a

delicious candy apple color.”

Damn, had they spent the entire past week watching her?

Trey continued. “Now, before you get to the door, take them out

of your tote and put them on. Don’t worry, no one but us will be able

to see.”

“Come on, guys. Just let me get to the cabin or whatever it is. I’ll

change the moment I get inside. I swear.”

“Stop the truck, Jennifer. Now. And do as we tell you.” There was

that edge again, this time from Wil. “Only a couple hundred yards

separate you from your birthday wish. Do it. We’re waiting.”

Her tires crunched and skidded on the loose gravel when she

applied the brakes. They expected her to strip and put the lingerie on

right out here in the open? Jen looked around. At least her tormentors

were correct about one thing. There wasn’t a single soul in sight.

And yet, she could feel their eyes on her when she slid out of the

truck and then walked around to the passenger side.
So
they want a
show, do they?
She grinned. She’d give them something they’d never forget.

Reaching into the bag, Jen pulled the bra and thong free and gave

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them a gentle toss out onto the hood of her truck. Delving back into

the tote, she pulled out the black stockings and stilettos. Rather than

simply closing the door, she gave it an exaggerated bump with her

hip.

“Then wait no more, guys.”

The high resolution of the spotting scope brought her into clear

view as Trey watched Jennifer begin to unbutton her blouse. He was

already half-hard and figured Wil was, too.

She shrugged one shoulder, and the fabric fell away. Her simple

white bra only served to frame the firm globes of what Trey figured

were generous C cups. And he was such a fucking tit man.

At that moment, she leaned forward and gave them a delightful

shimmy. “Oh, yeah, darlin’,” Wil moaned from beside him.

He and Wil had discovered their shared dominant tendencies

months ago. But when the mutual attraction to Jennifer came out in

conversation, they’d agreed the friendship had to come first. That

was, until she’d asked for this threesome. Life had a funny way of

taking odd twists when he least expected it.

“Take the jeans off before you undo your bra,” Trey ordered.

They watched as Jen undid her jeans and wiggled the denim off

over her divine ass. “I believe they call that color powder blue. I do so love to see a woman in pretty underwear. Don’t you, Wil?”

“That I do, Trey. Turn around, Jenny. Nice and slow.”

She looked straight down the gravel drive as if she could see

them. Jen slid her hands down her sides as she began to turn around.

When she reached the rounded curves of her ass, she spread her red-

tipped fingers wide over the firm cheeks before grinding that luscious

backside in a slow, lazy circle.

Trey wanted his hands there so damned bad. But he had to get

Jennifer out of the day-to-day underwear and into the lacy lingerie.

“Now the bra and panties, Jenny dear.”

Trey heard Wil drag in a ragged breath when she finally stood in

front of her truck, wearing nothing but a smile. In the extended visual

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range of the optics, Trey could see her rosy nipples, puckered tight in

the dappled sun of the shaded gravel road. They were going to get

particular attention.

Jen leaned back, her bare ass perched against the truck’s front

bumper. The contrast of a curvy woman against the rugged strength of

her Ford kicked his desire over the edge. Trey watched as she picked

up one of the stockings. She gathered it up with practiced fingers

before slipping her red, lacquer-tipped toes into the black silk sheath.

He heard Wil’s muffled moan from over his shoulder when she

repeated the process with the other leg. Only then did Jen slide her

feet into the spike-heeled shoes.

She reached back onto the truck’s hood, and when her hand got

back into view, a tiny bit of scarlet dangled from her crooked finger.