Authors: Robin L. Rotham
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She saw movement out of the corner of her eye. Hake was poised to leap to her defense. “No, Mr. Robber, sir,” she whined. “Honestly, I—”
“That ‘tweren’t very smart.” Festus was back in full force as he retracted the blade, and her shoulders drooped with relief when he tossed it onto the counter. But then he pulled the string at her back and lifted the apron over her head. It landed on top of the knife. “Since it seems you can’t be trusted with even a little ol’ apron, you don’t get to keep it now.”
Her cheeks flamed anew at being naked in front of them all again, but she’d rather deal with that than the knife.
Then she frowned—he was rearranging everything on the table, moving the dishes to the edges and opening up the space in the middle.
“Up you go,” he said.
“What?” she asked, wide-eyed.
“We’ve obviously got to keep a close eye on you,” he drawled. “Hop up here and lie down on your back.”
Heart racing, she glanced at Hake. It was hard to decipher the way he was looking at her, but there was definitely fire in his eyes.
She got up onto the table and let Brent arrange her with her knees bent and her feet on either side of Hake’s plate. Thank God they’d put the extra leaf in for company or her head would be hanging off the other end. As it was, her toes were gripping the edge of the table. Jeez, this was more embarrassing than anything she could have dreamed up, but at least Hake was the one she was aiming her wares at.
“And since you’re up there, you might as well entertain us. Here’s something for you to play with,” Brent said, pushing the icy dildo into her hand as he and Joe settled into the chairs on either side of her. “Make me believe you’re enjoying yourself or Hake’s in serious trouble.”
“You’ve got to be kidding,” she breathed.
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“Play,” he ordered, leaning back and taking a big bite of ham sandwich.
Swallowing hard, she forced herself to reach down and spread herself with one hand, then placed the head of the dildo against her pussy. Ooh, it was cold against her hot folds!
Taking a drink from his water glass, Brent said, “Haven’t you ever heard of foreplay, Mandy? You’re supposed to tease us a little first, not go straight to your cunt with it.”
She slanted him a nasty look and then closed her eyes. Rather than shutting them out, it only heightened her awareness of the men watching her. She’d written dozens of fantasy ménage scenes, but now they seemed laughably naïve. Not one of them even came close to depicting this breath-stealing, skin-tingling, heart-thumping reality.
Leaving the fingers of her left hand to stroke her clit, she drew the glass tip over her belly, breathing deeply to calm herself as she swirled it around her navel a few times.
Then she dragged it up and laid the large, rounded head against one nipple. The glass wasn’t quite as icy anymore, but it still made both areolas pucker, sharpening her nipples into tight, hard points.
“Switch hands,” Brent said. Practically mindless already, Mandy transferred the cold shaft to her left hand and let Brent guide it to her breast. “Use your fingers on the other one.”
Her fingers were as cold as the toy now, and the dual chill made her moan and squirm. She twisted one nipple and rubbed the dildo roughly over the other, trying not to writhe all over the tabletop as need gripped her insides.
“Very nice,” Brent told her. “Now back to your clit.”
Groaning, Mandy spread her pussy and slid the dildo over her clit, circling it until her hips started to rise with each pass.
Cool wetness at her breasts made her eyes pop open. Her stiff nipples now sported plump black olives.
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Chair legs scraped across the floor and she took a deep breath as Joe and Brent stood. They leaned over and sucked her nipples into their mouths right along with the olives. As they devoured their own kinky offering, Hake’s rough hand settled on hers and slowly forced the dildo into her pussy.
“Ooooh,” she moaned.
“Pain?” he asked sharply.
She shook her head. It didn’t hurt…exactly. But she ached. Boy, did she ache! The harder Brent and Joe’s hot mouths nibbled and sucked, the deeper the cold, hard dildo went, and the contrast drove her wild.
“Oh God, that feels good,” she groaned, seizing both their heads and holding them against her.
“Hake, you’ve been a good little captive,” Brent rumbled against her breast. “Leave the dildo in there and fuck your wife’s ass.”
Blinking against the fog of arousal, Mandy whimpered with excitement when Hake stood up and unzipped his fly. She was so wet, she was dripping on the table, but he grabbed the bottle off the counter anyway. Squirting a puddle into his palm, he lubed up while Joe and Brent shoved his plate out of the way and scooted her down until her butt hung over the edge of the table. Then they folded her legs back toward her chest, watching with avid interest as Hake rubbed the head of his cock over her anus.
After the pounding they’d given her earlier, he slid in easily at first. But she was already filled to capacity, and he had to work to make any progress.
When she started sobbing, he hesitated. “I think that’s a little too big.”
“It’s staying in, whether you fuck her or I do,” Brent said implacably.
Hake leaned over and kissed her. “Are you okay?” he whispered.
Mandy twined her arms around his neck and kissed the shell of his ear “I’m good,”
she breathed almost inaudibly. “Paintball gun’s in your drawer.”
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He froze for a second and then backed away from her. “I’ve got to sit down. My leg’s killing me.”
Brent gave him a concerned look as he sat down. “All right—we can play another game.”
Hake pulled open the drawer and pointed the gun at him. “We sure can.”
“Hey, we didn’t want any trouble,” Brent said quickly, holding his hands up.
“Well, you’ve got yourself some. You two, over there. Stop,” he ordered when Mandy sat up and reached for the piece of cold glass still buried in her pussy. “You stay right where you are.”
“But—”
He gave her a mean look. “I told you that you were in trouble.”
Then he looked at his cousin. “Strip.” When Brent hesitated, Hake added, “A paintball to the gonads is gonna hurt like hell at point-blank range.”
Brent pulled the black tee over his head slowly, his apparent wariness at odds with the hard-on straining behind his zipper. His torso was just as perfect as she’d expected, long and lean and rippling with fine muscles. If it weren’t for the obligatory farmer’s tan, he’d have looked like one of the cover models on her books. In fact, except for the dusting of blond hair, his body looked a lot like Hake’s.
He leaned against the counter to tug off his boots and socks. Yanking his belt buckle open, he shucked the jeans and underwear in one smooth sweep, revealing narrow hips and legs that were as long and lean as the rest of him.
Hake ordered Joe to tie him to the chair, and rather than being humiliated by the bobbing of his own cock, Brent looked downright amused.
After Joe had complied, Hake made him strip, too. Mandy’s eyes widened as she took in Joe’s nude body. Where the two cousins were all clean lines and fine definition, Joe had the thick, heavy musculature of a man who’d worked hard every day of his life, and it was all she could do not to lick her chops in anticipation.
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She glanced at Hake and then did a double-take. He was staring at Joe with a combination of annoyance and reluctant admiration, and if he were anyone else, she’d have said he looked…hungry.
“I think you owe my wife an apology, Joe.”
Joe grinned. “Gee, Mandy, I’m real—”
“Actions speak louder than words, Joe. Eat her pussy while you fuck her with that dildo, and make her love it or you’re going to pay.”
Eyeing him speculatively, Joe stood there for a moment and then turned. He leaned over and started toying with her pussy lips, licking and sucking. The prickly brush of his moustache felt foreign but amazing against her sensitive flesh, and she moaned frantically, wanting more. As he teased her, sliding the dildo slowly in and out, she heard something clank on the tile counter and looked over. Hake had set the gun down and was unzipping his jeans.
She closed her eyes and lay back again, trembling all over. Yes—oh, yes! It was finally time for her biggest fantasy to come true. Two men were going to fuck her at the same time, and hopefully they’d do it somewhere besides this table, which wasn’t exactly comfortable.
The sound of foil ripping made her tense with anticipation.
Wait—Joe hadn’t moved, so who was suiting up?
“Oh fuck,” he wheezed, suddenly lurching forward until his cheek scraped her sternum.
Mandy nearly died of shock when she opened her eyes and saw Hake’s face over his shoulder.
* * * * *
Hake couldn’t believe he was doing this.
“You’re not making her love it enough,” he taunted through clenched teeth, pumping his sheathed, heavily lubed cock deeper into Joe’s ass. “Time to pay up.”
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Joe wasn’t as tight as Mandy, or maybe he was just better at giving it up. Whatever the reason, Hake had his balls slapping against Joe’s in short order, and Joe was groaning, rolling his head back and forth on Mandy’s belly.
Steeling himself, Hake met Mandy’s pretty blue eyes, dreading the condemnation he might find there. Instead, he saw surprise—and heat.
He didn’t look at Brent.
Kicking Joe’s ankles farther apart, he leaned down and gripped the side edges of the table to take some of the weight off his leg.
“Is this man enough for you, Joe?” he demanded, gasping for air. Christ, he was out of shape. Hopefully he was man enough to finish this before he collapsed with his jeans and underwear tangled around his boots.
“I can’t hear you,” he snarled, ramming deep.
Joe grunted. “Fuck no—it’s never enough.”
Pausing long enough to whip his tee shirt over his head, Hake leaned even farther down, until his forearms were flat on the table. He held Joe’s ribs and rested his forehead on his sweaty back as he pumped harder and faster. Without even thinking about it, he snaked his tongue out. He’d never tasted a man before, and the differences were startling. Joe was saltier than Mandy, his skin rougher, and the scent rising in the air now…
He leaned harder on Joe and slid one hand down, down…and suddenly he was pumping Joe’s cock as he fucked him and Joe sounded like he was practically bawling.
Hake shook his head. He felt drunk. Drunk on power and sex. The table creaked and groaned with every thrust, and it was obvious from Joe’s moans that he’d given up any pretense of trying to make Mandy love anything.
“You wanna come, Joe?” he grunted.
“Fuck yeah!” Joe wheezed.
Hake froze. “Then beg for it.”
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He raised his head and found Mandy running her hands through Joe’s hair, her eyes flicking back and forth between the two of them with awed excitement.
When Joe groaned heavily, she shoved his head up and looked at his face. “You heard him—he wants you to beg for your orgasm and I know firsthand that he won’t let you have it until you do.”
“I don’t beg,” came the ragged reply.
Hake dropped his hand from Joe’s cock and started pulling out. “Then you don’t come.”
“Wait!” Joe ground out.
Hake paused, squeezing the other man’s lean hips and feeling like a fucking god.
“I’m waiting,” he said implacably.
“Please, Hake.” Joe’s hoarse whisper was barely audible. “Make me come.”
Hake grinned at Mandy. “Well, since you asked so nicely…”
Reaching down, he got a firm hold on Joe’s cock and reamed him with everything he had, which didn’t seem like nearly enough after the reaming they’d given his wife.
He hoped it hurt, but within seconds, Joe was shouting and jerking in his hand, spouting come all over the floor under the table.
It was all Hake could take. He shoved as deep as he could, shuddering with the force of his climax.
As he wilted against Joe’s heaving back, Brent said wryly, “Well, that was definitely one hell of a show.”
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Hake could barely stumble away from Joe. He stripped off the condom and dropped it into the kitchen trash while Joe lay there panting against Mandy’s chest.
After he got his jeans up and fastened, he nudged Joe out of the way and reached for Mandy’s hand.
Blushing, she extracted the dildo and set it on the table before launching herself at him. Her kiss tasted of a wild passion that surprised him.
“I take it you enjoyed that,” he murmured when she drew back, grinning.
“What was your first clue?”
“I enjoyed it a little myself,” Joe chuckled, leaning back against the kitchen counter with his long cock still dripping come down his thigh.
Hake swayed at the sight of him and looked away, blinking. Jesus, he’d just fucked the living daylights out of Joe Remke.
Mandy scrambled around and pulled his chair up. “Sit.”
He didn’t have to be told twice. Dropping gracelessly onto the seat, he leaned his head back and closed his eyes with a shaky sigh.
“Are you okay?” she asked, brushing his hair away from his forehead with cool fingers. “You shouldn’t have been on that leg so—”
“I’m fine,” he said. It wasn’t his leg that was bothering him, but Mandy seemed oblivious to the reason for his discomfort. Even though she wrote stuff like that for a living, Hake was still a little disconcerted that she’d accepted his fucking a man so easily. Hell, she’d practically dared him to go down on Joe in the living room, something he was definitely going to have to punish her for later. She knew damn good and well he only swung one way.
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And yet she
had
dared him, damn it, and then given him the means to take control of the scene. Was that what she’d hoped he would do—prove to Joe, and maybe even himself, that his injuries didn’t make him any less of a man? If so, her plan should have backfired because in his world, fucking another man made you
less
of a man. Or at least it had before he married Mandy. Over the years, he’d smiled and tolerated her subtle efforts to raise his consciousness right along with Ryan’s, but apparently those efforts had been more effective than he’d realized. He was feeling pretty damn macho about having given the enigmatic Joe Remke an assful of his dick. Startled, but macho.