But stop they did. Scott and Beau let her go.
Beau helped her to her feet. She shook a little and the butt plug was a little uncomfortable.
“So, how long do I have to keep this in?”
“For a short time. Don’t worry, we’ll be fucking you very, very soon. I don’t think I could wait too long,” Scott said.
He pulled her close and Beau did the same, holding her.
This was where she felt most safe and protected, between her two men. This was her idea of perfect. She allowed herself to bask in their closeness for a few short seconds, just breathing them in, loving them, and not wanting them to go.
They were her world, and she loved them more than anything.
Wait.
Her men pulled away before they felt her tense up.
“I’m going to go and prepare dinner. If you’d like to wash up, I’ll see you downstairs.”
She nodded her head but didn’t say a word. There were no words to be said.
Love.
No, it couldn’t be love.
It couldn’t be, right?
But she did.
She loved her men, and now, she knew she was doomed. She didn’t have feelings for just one man, but for two. She loved them and she feared losing them more than anything.
After moving to the bathroom, she stared into the mirror and shook her head. “What have you gotten yourself into?”
Chapter Eight
Scott pushed the butt plug into her ass for the next couple of days. They fucked her, taking turns with her pussy and mouth, neither of them using a condom. He kept a calendar where he marked her period times, and the potential for her most fertile times.
He rubbed at his temple as his door was burst open. Looking up, he saw Beau with a wildness in his eyes.
“Have you heard?”
“Have I heard what?”
Beau threw down a paper bag with the scent of fries filling the air.
He already had his own packed lunch and he reached for it, figuring this was his friend’s idea of a lunch date. Peeling open a banana, he waited as Beau collapsed.
“I was standing in the diner minding my own business when I heard the gossip.”
“Someone actually gossiped with you?”
“No, that’s the thing, I was the gossip.”
Scott paused. “Connie?”
“Hell yeah. I came here first but I wanted … fuck, the shit they’re saying. They’re calling Connie a whore. Saying she’s using both of us. I hope she hasn’t heard anything.”
“I haven’t gotten a call from her but if they’re already openly saying stuff like that, then it’s only a matter of time.”
“I don’t even know who said it. It was Melissa and all of her little clique, you know them.”
Scott nodded.
“I told them they needed to mind their own business and they didn’t have a clue what they were talking about. That if they needed to know what an actual whore was like they should look in the mirror.”
Melissa was known for sleeping around and didn’t care if the men were married or not. Of course, no one could actually prove it as there was always some kind of magical proof for it.
“I can’t fucking stand Melissa. She’s a two-faced liar and you know if she knows…”
“The whole town knows.”
“Yes. I’m going to be clear here. I love her, Scott. I mean, she’s all I think about all day from the minute I wake up. She’s the only woman I want. I can imagine spending the rest of my life with her. Falling in love with her. Being with her. Does that make me crazy?”
“No, because I feel the same way. I love her. I want this to work and fucking Mrs. Dale with her nosey bullshit. I’ve got no problem with the town knowing we love her, but … fuck!” Scott got up and started to pace. “This is all fucking bullshit, you know that, right?”
“Yes. She doesn’t even know how we feel, Scott. What are we supposed to do?”
“Whatever we have to for her to see she is wanted and loved,” Scott said. “What we need to do is get her to avoid the town. No shopping. I’ll stop off at the grocery store. We’ll take alternate days to close early.”
“Sounds fair.”
“Then we’ll figure something out to make this work. This pisses me off.” He paced the room. “I’m so fucking annoyed right now.”
“What about at the bar? Someone’s going to speak to her.”
“Then we pay close attention to the bar. We watch everyone. Anyone we think will say something, we’re on their ass. Simple as. We make sure they know if they upset our woman, they’ll deal with us.”
“And you think it’s going to be as simple as that?”
“It has to be,” Scott said. “I don’t want to lose her and not because of some gossip, no matter if it’s right.”
“I’m going to go and close up shop,” Beau said. “Oh, I’m also going to send Mrs. Dale packing if she comes to my place asking me to look over her car again. There’s no way I’m going to let her ruin my chance at happiness.”
“Go, I’ll finish up here and be there as soon as possible.”
Beau shook his hand and he watched him go.
Sitting back behind his desk, he put together a quick email to let all of his employees know the change in hours for the next couple of weeks. It sounded stupid even to him to affect his business, but love was exactly that. He’d never felt it before. Sure, he’d had occasional relationships but nothing close to this.
With the quick email sent, he also pulled up Mrs. Dale’s file. She had a membership for a regular training session. She was a nasty piece of work
