Small Town Siren

Chapter Four

Sam’s head came up as he heard the door slam. He sat up in bed and looked for Abigail.

“Damn it.” He rolled out of the big bed, and his hands went for his jeans. “She’s running, Jack.”

He poked his partner’s back. Jack was asleep on his stomach and didn’t look too concerned that Abby was making a break for it.

Sam looked down at the bed they’d shared with the glorious redhead. He looked at the clock. It was just past seven. It was way too early to be up on a Sunday.

“I’m going after her,” Sam said loudly. Jack stirred at the sound. Jack waved him off and pulled a pillow over his head to drown out the noise. “What is she thinking? We’re miles from town.” Sam knew he was mostly talking to himself. He zipped up his jeans and reached for a shirt. He came up with Jack’s, but that didn’t matter. He pulled it on. Where were his boots? He couldn’t go running after her barefoot. The driveway wasn’t paved. “That highway is dangerous. There’s no place for her to walk. She could get run over, damn it.”

“She isn’t walking,” Jack grumbled.

Sam heard the distinct sound of a car door slamming and then Jack’s big black truck purred to life. Sam sat down on the bed as the truck screamed out of the driveway.

Jack’s head came up as he heard the truck’s gears strip. “I swear if she wrecks my truck, I am gonna paddle her bottom raw.” He smiled a little.

Sam didn’t get Jack’s calm demeanor. He was panicked, but Jack just yawned and settled back down, pulling the quilt over his body. Sam suddenly felt very worried. He’d been sure Jack had been as crazy in love with Abby as he was. Last night had been the best sex of his life, but what if it hadn’t been the same for Jack? Sam had spent the last five weeks of his life chasing after Abigail every free minute he had. He thought after last night that the relationship was settled. It looked like he was wrong.

“What the hell are you panicking over?”Jack’s eyes were sleepy.

Sam looked at Jack. “I’m not panicking,” he lied.

Jack rolled his eyes and yawned. “I can feel it from here, Sam, and it’s disturbing my sleep. Don’t worry about Abby. She’ll be back in this bed tonight. She might run, but she won’t get very far. She’s got a shift at the café starting at nine.”

“How do you know that?”

Jack stretched. “I stole the schedule from Christa’s office,” he said with a satisfied grin.

It was a reasonable thing to do in Sam’s mind. He sat down on the bed, still surprised at Abby’s exit. He had expected to cuddle and make love again and have breakfast with her. “Why did she leave without waking us up?”

Jack sat up, his back against the headboard. “Because she’s scared. We were a little overwhelming last night.”

“You don’t think we hurt her?”

“No. She’s scared because she feels for us,” Jack said. “To tell you the truth, I’m happy she ran. I’d be worried if she’d gotten up and fixed breakfast and acted nonchalant. She’s a forever kind of girl, and this morning she’s worried she had a crazy one night stand.”

Sam’s eyebrows came together in perfect consternation. “But we told her how we feel about her.”

“And no man ever lied to a woman like Abby to get what he wanted.” Jack yawned. “She’s no untried girl. Abby’s been through a lot. She doesn’t trust us yet, but she will. Right now, she’s coming up with a whole bunch of reasons to not see us again. We just have to get rid of those reasons, and then she won’t have anywhere to go except straight back to us. I’ll get her for us, Sam. You do your good cop routine, and I’ll be the big, bad boy. No woman can resist it. Have I ever let you down before?”

Sam released his worry. He would trust in his partner. He had ever since the day when he was fifteen and had been placed in group care. Jack Barnes had quietly threatened the other boys in the house with egregious bodily harm if one of them touched the young, terrified Sam Fleetwood. Sam had just lost his mom and dad, and he’d stuck by Jack ever since. Jack was bigger and tougher than anyone he’d met before or since.

“Not once, Jack,” Sam said with a grateful smile.

Jack’s years in foster care had given him street smarts that Sam hadn’t possessed. He knew what could have happened to him if Jack hadn’t been there. He knew because most of it had happened to Jack.

“It’s gonna be all right,” Jack promised. “Now get some more sleep. Chasing that woman is going to be damn tiring work.”

Sam laid back down with a smile on his face because Jack was in charge. He didn’t have anything to worry about.

Abby answered her cell phone without bothering to look at the number. It was a mistake she made because she was so flustered she wasn’t thinking straight.

“You get out of town, you whore!”

Abby sighed and clicked the phone shut again as she maneuvered Jack’s enormous black truck onto the street across from Christa’s house. The thing drove like a tank. Those phone calls were becoming more and more frequent. She would have to change her number soon.

She had been surprised at the reception she had received from the town she’d been driven out of twenty years before. She had expected a cold reception from everyone but Christa and Mike. She had been pleasantly surprised to discover a portion of the town was happy to see her. She was something of a legend for her escapades with Adam Echols as a teen, but now the men and women of town laughed and told the stories with a smile for the recklessness of youth. When they talked about Adam, they spoke of youth cut down in his prime, but they didn’t blame Abby the way his family did. Abby remembered the fight she and Adam had before his accident. It had been loud and public. Adam had driven off, swearing they were over. Now it was hard to recall just what the fight had been about. It no longer mattered. Adam had gotten drunk and wrapped his car around a tree.

The citizens of Willow Fork who remembered Adam Echols remembered how wild he was. Some of her old classmates who came into the café on Sunday afternoons had even patted her hand and told her they were happy she hadn’t died with Adam. They had wondered what took her so long to return to town and asked politely after her daughter.

As for the older generation, they still looked at her with disdain. They let her serve them at the café because Christa had sent out the word that people who didn’t like Abigail working there shouldn’t bother to come in. They didn’t tip, though. Abby could handle it. Everything would have been fine, except the Echols family wouldn’t let it go. She had started getting phone calls a week after she’d hit town. Abby had learned not to answer unless she knew the number. Her old friends might be happy to see her, but the upper crust was firmly on Ruby Echols’s side, and they wouldn’t let her forget it.

Abby parked Jack’s truck and tried not to think about what he’d done to her to her last night. It was impossible. Her whole body hummed happily, reminding her how well the men had used her. She had needed it. She was single and no longer had an impressionable teenager under her roof. She was free to play around.

Except last night hadn’t felt like playing. It felt serious. The way they talked to her and held her made her think they were guys she could fall for.

Abby let her head fall forward and hit the steering wheel. She was not going there. She wasn’t seventeen and naïve. She was thirty-seven years old. Jack and Sam were younger than she was. She had a certain reputation, and those men required the good will of the community to do business here. If the Echols family chose to, they could probably cut off Sam and Jack from vital resources. They could stop their feed supply or screw with their financing at the bank. They would do it, too, just to spite her. Even if she was brave enough to have a crazy relationship with two men, it would hurt them in the end.

She opened the door and jumped down. She knew that Jack would just ease out of the seat, but Abby practically needed to pole vault out of the thing. She’d felt so petite when she stood between Jack and Sam. It was their fault. She was a perfectly normal-sized woman, but they were practically giants.

Giants who had taken such sweet care of her last night, she thought with a sigh.

She would have to resist them next time, though. It was for their own good. She owed it to them to protect them. They just didn’t understand how this town worked. Her friends could accept her all they liked, but without Ruby Echols’s support, she was a pariah.

“Damn it.” Abby looked at her car. She had been planning on leaving the keys to Jack’s truck in Christa’s garage so Mike could get it back to him. She would take her crappy, old Oldsmobile to work. That plan was blown to hell because someone had spray-painted WHORE across the hood and slashed her tires. Luckily, the car was in the carport, and no one could see the vandalism from the street. Abby took a deep breath and banished the tears that threatened. She had promised Christa she could have Sunday mornings to spend with her family, and she meant to keep that promise. She wouldn’t wilt away because some jerk thought it was funny to humiliate her.

She could go to the sheriff, but it wouldn’t do any good. He would make an obligatory report and then nothing would be done about it. She would ask Mike for advice later. In the meantime, she would be driving the tank. It served Jack right since he was the one who had insisted on leaving her car behind. If he’d let her drive her own car, it wouldn’t have been defaced.

Abby hopped back into Jack’s monster truck and tried to pull away from the street. She closed her eyes when she heard the door scrape against Mike’s trailer as she tried to make a too tight U-turn.

Jack was gonna kill her.

Maybe he’d just spank her. It might make her day.

Maybe, she thought as she pulled away from the scene of her crime, it wouldn’t hurt to see them one more time.

If they wanted to see her again. No one had to know.

She could remember her time with them for the rest of her life. It would be a shield against all the lonely nights to come.

Two hours later, she smoothed down the skirt of her uniform. It was a pale pink waitress uniform that Christa had all of her wait staff wear. It was a little unforgiving, but she wore it anyway. Luckily, Christa also kept a few around in case a waitress spilled something. Abby had been able to change into a fresh uniform.

The short-order cook shouted out that her order was up, and Abby grabbed the plates of scrambled eggs and pancakes and moved toward Kyle Morgan’s table. He sat with his two young boys. Abby had gone to school with Kyle and knew he’d gone through a divorce a couple of years back. He’d kept custody and seemed to have survived with very little bitterness. He was a regular customer, and she liked talking to him. He smiled at her as she set down his breakfast.

“Thank you, Abby,” he said, and both his kids thanked her as well.

“Do you need some more coffee? I think they made a fresh pot.”

“I would love some.” Kyle’s hand covered hers as she turned to grab the coffee pot from the counter. He was handsome, but she’d never thought of him in a man-woman way. He was just a friend she hadn’t seen in a very long time. “I was wondering. I thought maybe you could come by the house tonight for supper. I was going to grill some steaks. I thought it would be a good way to catch up.”

“I’m afraid Abby has plans for tonight,” a low voice growled behind her. Abby nearly jumped out of her skin. She pulled her hand quickly away from Kyle and wondered why she felt guilty. She hadn’t been doing anything wrong. Jack looked like she had, though. At least Sam looked happy to see her.

Kyle’s eyes widened. “Does she?”

Sam smiled and slapped Kyle on the back. He managed to make the gesture friendly. “She does, indeed.” Sam looked at the little boys. “How’s the team going?”

The boys smiled and chattered about their baseball games. Kyle looked a little rueful as his gaze switched between the men. “The team really appreciated the new uniforms, Sam. Jack, the lighting system is incredible. It’s really helped those kids. They love baseball. Now they can play night games since we have the lights. As their coach, I have to say thank you. You’ve made a huge difference in those kids’ lives.”

“Glad to help, Kyle.” Jack’s eyes were still dark.

Sam chatted with the kids, and Kyle leaned forward. “Is that the way it is, then?”

“It is,” Jack replied firmly.

“What is?” Abby didn’t understand the masculine byplay. She had the notion that this cryptic conversation was all about her, but neither man was actually looking at her.

Kyle’s head fell back, and he laughed. “Well, hell, I always did say it would take two men to tame Abigail Elizabeth Moore.”

“Kyle Morgan!” Abby looked around the café. Sure enough, people were staring.

“Remember that,” Jack said blandly as he took Abby’s hand. “I need to talk to Abby about a little thing called grand theft auto. Sherry, take her tables for a bit, will you?”

Abby found herself being hustled back toward Christa’s small office as Sherry, the other waitress, leapt into action. Did everyone just jump to do Jack Barnes’s bidding when he opened his mouth? Abby was willing to admit he was a forceful man, but he needed to understand she wasn’t a doormat.

“Don’t you push me around.” Abby found herself being herded through the door.

She turned to face Jack and forced herself to stand her ground as Jack looked at her. He really could be intimidating when he wanted. Abby stepped up and went toe-to-toe with him. Unfortunately, it meant she had to crane her neck to look up at him.

She reached up and poked him straight in the chest. “You don’t scare me, Jack Barnes.”

“I can tell,” he said with a sexy little smile. His mouth turned down as he got serious. “Maybe you better get a little scared, though, darlin’. Let’s go over all the ways you have insulted me today.”

“I wasn’t insulting you,” Abby protested.

“You left this morning without so much as a kiss goodbye. Do you how much that hurts a man? Sam didn’t even get in his cuddling time. He gets cranky without it. Were you just using us for sex, Abby?”

“That’s ridiculous.” Abby’s hands unconsciously went to his chest and started rubbing soothingly. Now that he was close and they were alone, Abby was thinking about all sorts of things she’d rather do than fight with him. All the reasons she had given herself earlier seemed far away now that Jack was standing right in front of her. “Of course I didn’t do that.”

Jack’s face could have been carved from granite. “How am I supposed to know that? I worshipped you last night. I told you how I felt. You said nothing, and then this morning, you left, stealing my truck in the process.”

“I didn’t mean to make you worry.” Jack was really upset. They had been serious about having her in their lives. Abby’s heart seized a little at the thought of having them with her all the time.

“Then I walk in to try to talk to you, try to figure out what we did wrong last night…”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Jack,” Abby said quickly. “You and Sam were perfect.”

“Then why were you making a date with Kyle Morgan?”

“I wasn’t making a date with Kyle Morgan.” Abby was shocked he would even think such a thing. Getting busy with Kyle Morgan was the furthest thing from her mind. “He just wanted to catch up. We went to high school together.”

“Don’t you be naïve, Abby.” Jack pulled up a chair and sat down. “He was asking you out. He wants a mama for his kids and a sweet body in his bed. He must have thought he hit the jackpot when you sashayed into town.”

Kyle coached high school football. She knew there was no way he could be seriously contemplating a relationship with her. Walter Echols was on the school board. He might be contemplating a higher office, but Adam’s younger brother would never be so absorbed with his campaign that he couldn’t crush one man’s career.

“I wasn’t going to date Kyle Morgan.”

Jack pulled her into his lap, and Abby steadied herself on his broad shoulders. She was already responding to him. How could she want him again so soon after last night?

“Why wouldn’t you go out with him?” Jack asked quietly, his hand tipping her face up to look at him.

“Because I don’t want anyone but you and Sam. I haven’t since I walked back into town.”

Jack’s lips curled up just a bit. He leaned over and brushed his mouth lightly against hers, leaving her wanting more. His hand played on her knees and threatened to go straight up her skirt.

“Jack, we can’t,” she whispered. “People might be able to hear.”

“Then you’ll have to be quiet, won’t you, darlin’? I know that will be hard for you. You make a lot of noise, and I love it.” Jack had a devilish look on his face. “We still need to figure out how you can make up for stealing my truck.”

Abby had a wicked idea. Jack and Sam made her forget her inhibitions. Abby slid off his lap and got to her knees in front of him. Jack’s cock immediately responded. Abby touched the zipper of his jeans and felt the long, thick line of his erection. Jack sighed while she gently lowered the zipper. Last night the boys had been intent on pleasuring her. Jack had been right to say they worshipped her. They made her feel like a goddess, but she hadn’t been required to do more than lay back and enjoy it.

Abby realized now that she had missed actively participating. They hadn’t asked her to suck them off, and in Abby’s mind that had been a mistake. Jack shifted to push his jeans and briefs down. Abby moved so could easily get to his rock-hard dick.

“Lick the head,” he said, his voice low.

Abby let her tongue reach out to delicately lick the broad purple crown of Jack’s cock. He moaned, letting her know how much he liked it. Abby treated it like a delicious ice cream cone she wanted to savor. She curled her tongue around the ridge and sucked the head lightly into her mouth. The tip of her tongue delved gently into the slit, licking the salty confection already forming there. She loved this. She genuinely loved sucking cock.

“That’s right, darlin’. Damn, your mouth feels good.” His hands found her hair, and before she knew it, her ponytail was gone and Jack’s fingers were tangled in her long hair. “Take me deeper now.”

Abby obliged, loving the feel of his hardness against her tongue. He was all steel and silky skin, and she loved the way his penis jumped when she lightly licked it, as if it was seeking her out. She relaxed her jaw and let him sink deeper into the warm wetness of her mouth.

“God, that feels incredible. Suck harder, Abby.”

He tightened his grip on her hair and slowly fed her his length. She didn’t panic as he filled her, just breathed through her nose and let her tongue swirl around as much as it could with what little room was left.

“Take it all, darlin’. Swallow me down.”

Jack thrust his cock deeper.

“Baby,” Jack warned, “baby, you’re gonna make me come.”

Abby pushed a little farther until she could feel the head of his cock touch the back of her throat. She reached up and caressed his tight sac as she pointedly swallowed around him. Jack groaned and held her head on him as he spurted his semen into her mouth. Abby’s throat worked furiously to suck it all down. It was salty sweet, and she licked it off his dick as he softened inside her.

Jack’s hands were gentle in her hair. She looked up at him, and his eyes were so tender. She wondered if any female had ever seen him looking so vulnerable before. In that moment, Abby realized how deep she was in with both him and Sam. It both terrified and thrilled her. She had thought this feeling long past her. Abby had loved her husband. She and Ben had been friends first, and then lovers and partners in raising her daughter. If she was honest with herself, she had married Benjamin as much for Lexi’s sake as her own. What she felt for Jack and Sam had nothing to do with anyone but the three of them.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Jack’s voice was deep with sexual satisfaction. He tucked himself back into his white briefs and redid the fly of his jeans.

Smiling brightly, Abby came off her knees and settled herself back on Jack’s lap. She held her face up, ready for his kiss. “You’re welcome. I hope that makes up for me leaving this morning. I should have stayed and cuddled.” Now that she thought about it, she was upset she’d missed cuddling time. If she kept it quiet, maybe she could manage an affair with the two of them. She just had to keep them off the Echols’s family radar.

Lightly brushing his lips across hers, Jack’s hands went firmly to her waist. “I am properly placated for your very rude exit from our bed this morning.” Quicker than she could think, Abby found herself flipped over and turned across Jack’s knee. “But there is still the matter of one stolen and damaged truck,” Jack announced in that voice Abby was beginning to realize meant business. One big hand caressed her bottom as the other held her down.

“Now, Jack.” Abby tried really hard not to laugh because that might upset him further. She had no real fear of him at all. He would never hurt her, and frankly, she was a little curious. The last few years had been one long, dry spell, and she’d filled in the dreary space with an astonishing amount of erotica. Jack might think she was intimidated, but in truth, she was already getting hot. Sucking him off had made her wet and ready. His hand getting ready to spank her did nothing to change that fact.

“I am sorry about the truck. I have depth perception issues.”

He flipped the little pink skirt of her uniform up to her waist, uncovering the little bikini panties she wore.

“These won’t do.” With a strong jerk, he pulled the panties off her hips, and they tangled around her knees, leaving the twin globes of her ass exposed. Abby wiggled a little as his hand cupped her mound. She heard him chuckle. “Now what do we have here? You’re already wet, Abby. I guess I don’t have to worry about scaring you off. I am more than willing to let you drive my truck whenever you like, darlin’.” Jack teased her with his long fingers. She started to moan. She wasn’t trying to get away. She was trying to tempt him inside. “I am even willing to deal with your depth perception issues. But you have to deal with the discipline I will hand out for every ding you put on that fine piece of machinery.”

His hand pulled away from her, but only for a moment. Then it came down with a hard thwack to her ass.

Abby barely stopped herself from screaming. The spanking stung briefly, and then she felt the heat deep in her pussy. She moaned as he brought his hand down again.

Abby could feel Jack getting hard again.

“You like this, Abby? I like it, too. Your cheeks are a pretty pink. I love that color.”

“Do it again.” She thrust her butt up. She wondered what it would feel like if he spanked her pussy.

“Maybe later, sweetheart,” Jack said with a chuckle. He leaned over and kissed her ass, one kiss on each cheek. He reached down and pulled her panties off, then set her on her feet.

“What are you doing, Jack?” Abby felt her entire body flush with sexual arousal.

He shoved her white panties into his jeans pocket. “I think I’ll take these with me. I like the idea of being able to push your skirt up and having my way with you.”

“I like it, too, Jack.” Abby was getting a little suspicious that her punishment wasn’t over. She was willing to deal with a sexy spanking, but leaving her unsatisfied was going to piss her off. “Let’s do it now.”

Jack patted his stomach. “Oh, darlin’, I can’t. I was denied my breakfast this morning. I had to spend the whole morning worried sick about you, so I just don’t have the energy.”

“You asshole,” Abby spat as Jack made for the door. “I want my panties back.”

Jack pulled them out and waved them as he walked through the door. “Prize of war, baby, prize of war.” He shut the door, and Abby thought briefly about walking out after him and announcing loudly to everyone in the café that Jack Barnes was a terrible tease.

She promised herself she would get some revenge on that man. Right after she’d taken care of herself. Bastard. She was so hot she couldn’t think straight, and he was probably sitting out there laughing about it.

“Abby, sweetheart?” Sam’s voice was soft as he opened the door and looked her over before closing it and locking it behind him. He stood there with his angelic face, and it was all Abby could do not to jump him. He looked delicious in a white western shirt and tight blue jeans. “What did that mean old Jack do to you?”

Abby felt herself pouting but couldn’t quite stop it. Sam’s hands reached out for her, and the look on his face was sweetly lascivious. Jack might deny her, but Sam sure as hell wasn’t going to.

“He yelled at me.” Abby heard the hitch in her breath. She was close to getting emotional. It had been that kind of morning. She had been able to put her car out of her mind, but now it seemed to be crashing in on her. She needed some affection. She should never have left this morning. She should have stayed in the comfort of that big bed, safe in between them. “He yelled at me, and he spanked me, and he stole my panties.”

Sam looked like he trying hard not to laugh. “Was that the worst thing he did?”

She shook her head.

“What was the worst thing?”

“He didn’t even fuck me,” Abby said on a low wail.

Sam pulled her into his arms. “I’m so sorry that mean old Jack did that. He can be downright ruthless sometimes. To be truthful, though, you did steal his truck.”

“And I tried to make up for it.” Abby nuzzled his chest and let her arms wind around him. “I gave him a blow job and everything.”

“Well, I’ll just have to step up and take care of you, Abigail. I can’t let Jack get away with something as bad as that.”

Abby went up on her toes and pressed her lips to his. “No, we can’t let him get away with it.” A thought made her pause. “Sam, we should stop. I don’t want to make Jack mad. I don’t want to come between the two of you.”

Sam grinned as he looked down at her. “Who do you think high-fived me on my way in here? He didn’t have any plans to leave you unsatisfied, baby.”

Abby sighed, and her hands went to his zipper. “I knew there was a reason I liked him.”

He leaned down and kissed her passionately, his tongue forcing its way in to play with hers. Abby hopped up on the desk, thankful Christa was such a neat freak. There was next to nothing on the top. She let her knees fall apart, and Sam immediately invaded. He shoved his pants down to his knees, and his fingers foraged between her legs. He slipped a finger between the slick folds of her pussy, rubbing up and down and circling her swollen clitoris.

“Damn, baby,” Sam breathed against her mouth. “Jack did a number on you. You are soaking wet. Did you like your spanking?”

Abby bit her lip and pressed up against Sam’s teasing hand. She needed more. She needed his cock. “I did. Please, Sam.”

Sam’s blue eyes were dark as he looked at Abby. Abby watched as he quickly sheathed his big cock in a condom. “Please, what? What do you want me to do to you?”

She knew what she wanted, and she wasn’t afraid to ask for it. “Fuck me, Sam. Fuck me now, and fuck me hard.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Sam slammed into her pussy.

He felt so right inside her. Abby held herself wide for him. He pushed and pushed until he was tightly seated. He didn’t need to go easy. Jack had her wet and ready for some rough play.

Abby moaned and clutched Sam’s shoulders as he pounded into her. Her hands slid down his back to tighten on his perfect ass. It clenched and released under her hands, and she fought to pull him in deeper.

“It’s feels so good, Sam.” Abby’s head fell back. Sam’s hands found her still sensitive ass, using her rear to hold her tight for his fucking. Her cheeks still tingled, reminding her of everything Jack had done to her, and the image made her even hotter. He was sitting out there in the dining room, and he knew exactly what they were doing.

Sam fucked into her pussy like a man on a mission. He pressed into her and rolled his hips so he could slam against her clit with each thrust. Abby pushed back against him, fighting for her orgasm with everything she had. Sam’s finger slipped between her cheeks, and he circled her tight anus.

“I can’t wait to take you here.” Sam groaned, and Abby felt his finger push inside her rear.

“Sam!” Abby cried out at the surprise sensation.

Sam played with her anus, gently pushing in and out, while she started to come. She panted as she tightened her legs around his waist.

Abby’s release was the best feeling in the world. Then it was Sam’s turn to moan. He picked up the pace and pounded into her. His finger came out of her ass as she fell back, completely sated, and Sam took his own pleasure. He rocked hard into her. Sam threw his head back as he stiffened over her when he came. He fell over on top of her. Abby was happy to have him so close. She kissed his cheek and the strong line of his jaw. When he looked up, he smiled at her.

“If that was punishment, Sam,” Abby began with a grin, “you tell Jack I’m gonna be a very bad girl.”