Pulling out so only the tip of his cock was inside her, he stared into her eyes, and filled her, feeling her gasp.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he said.
She did, sitting back, his cock still within her. The lips of her pussy spread around his dick. Her clit was visible. He stroked across her clit, watching her as she started to moan and wriggle on his length.
Perfection.
The pleasure built and unlike last night, he let her come. The moment she did, he pounded inside her. He fucked her harder than he’d ever done so before.
The headboard slammed against the wall, echoing around the room along with their pants and gasps of pleasure. He pressed her tits together, biting on the tender flesh as he rode her harder. He would do whatever it took to make her their woman. When she came, he basked in her tight pussy, finding his own release, filling her pussy, mixing his cum with Beau’s. There was no turning back now.
They had each fucked her without a condom.
He didn’t know if Connie was even aware of it, but they now had to make her fall for each of them, to trust them.
Scott kissed her lips and smiled at her. “I hope one day you will realize you’re everything.”
Chapter Six
For two weeks, Connie had more sex than she’d had in her entire lifetime. There was a moment she really, truly believed she was addicted to it.
Then of course, the harsh reality had to visit.
Her period. Cramps. Sullen mood. Hunger. No sex.
The bar was thriving as the summer months often brought in a lot of tourists and regulars. Beau and Scott were already sitting at their usual table. A bunch of women had arrived only a half hour ago and it didn’t take a genius to figure out exactly what each woman wanted. Their gazes hadn’t left Scott or Beau.
Distracted, she ended up opening the wrong beers, frying up the wrong orders, and having to apologize.
She was thankful the regulars adored her and didn’t mind that she had to fix their orders and that they had to wait.
A couple of the women at the table were nudging a blonde, as if encouraging her to go over to the guys’ table.
Don’t be angry or jealous.
You told them you didn’t want the town to know.
Now her little condition seemed pointless.
After opening their two beers, she left the bar and walked over to them. Placing the bottles on the table, she offered each man a smile. “That table over there is going to try and get you to go home with them for the night,” she said.
Why are you doing this?
You sound crazy.
Completely and totally crazy.
She picked up their empty bottles.
Scott reached for her first. He held her wrist. This time, she didn’t glance around to see who saw. For the first time they’d been together, she didn’t care.
In fact, she hoped the women saw and knew he wasn’t interested. That they both weren’t interested.
“You should know by now that neither of us are interested in them. We’re here for you.”
“It’s not going to stop women from chasing you. You could go up to my place and wait.”
“Not happening,” Beau said.
“We stay here to make sure nothing bad happens. We’ve got our eye on you, Connie, no one else.” Scott let her go but not before he stroked her inner wrist.
It felt good.
She gritted her teeth, hating how jealous she’d been. Nodding her head, she went back to the bar and tried to ignore the women. She’d been gone for ten minutes when the blonde approached the table. She couldn’t keep watching though.
Scott and Beau said something.
The woman laughed and then she happened to see both of her men shaking their head, pointing at the table.
The blonde left. The table of women didn’t linger. They left their half-filled drinks and walked right out. Okay, she shouldn’t be happy because they were customers, but knowing Scott and Beau didn’t want anyone else filled her with happiness that she was good enough.
By the end of the night, she was exhausted.
They saw everyone out and cleaned the bar, and Beau picked her up.
“I can walk.”
“Not tonight. Scott and I have already decided. He’s going to cook for us, and I’m going to help you with a bath.”
“I can take a bath of my own.”
“Don’t go all prudish on me. I get it. It’s that time of the month. I think all men should be told when it’s a woman’s special time. They all turn crazy and it’s up to the men to survive all on their own. It’s not pretty.”
Scott kissed her as they passed the kitchen. “Go and relax.”
“I don’t know if I can.”
He chuckled and Beau slapped her ass.
“Hey, that’s not fair. You’re going to relax because I’m going to make you. I’m not going to let you ruin this.”
“How would my not being able to relax ruin this for you? I thought you’d like it.”
“Well, you’re wrong. I want to take care of you.” He put her on the toilet seat, and she watched as he ran her a bath.
“Have you done this for a lot of women?”
“Nope. Not one.” He added in some bath salts. The heavy scent of lavender filled the air and she couldn’t hold back a yawn. “You’re completely dead on your feet.”
“I know.”
Beau helped her remove her clothes and she climbed into the water. She immediately grabbed the sponge and some soap but he took it from her. He pressed on her chest. “Relax. We weren’t kidding.”
She rolled her eyes but
