Small Town Siren

Chapter Seven

Sam watched Abby laugh as Christa ordered another round of drinks. The girls were enjoying those pink fruity things the women on TV liked. He didn’t care what it was. It was loosening Abigail up, and after the scene at Delbert’s, Sam would have given years of his life to put a smile back on her face.

“Tell me you’re going to crucify that fucker, Jack,” Sam said as his partner sat back down at their table at The Barn. It was hours later, but the rage still simmered close to Sam’s surface. It had taken everything he had to walk Abby out of that place and soothe her wounded pride. He’d gotten her back to the car and then made a few calls while she retouched her makeup. Sam hadn’t missed the tears in her eyes. The first call had been to David Sandberg and his wife, Polly. They were old friends of his who ran The Barn. Sam had been explicit in his instructions, and he hadn’t been disappointed.

Abby had smiled when she was shown into the small, private dining room at the honky-tonk. It was in the back of the building and mostly used for storage, but it was quiet, and Polly had done wonders turning it into a little romantic space. She had gone all-out in the twenty minutes she’d had. There was an intimate table with a pretty table cloth, and candles were the only light in the room. The light made everything soft and gauzy, and he’d watched Abby relax as Polly had played the gracious hostess. She had soft music playing and glasses of wine ready for them. He and Jack were really more beer drinkers, but they could handle a glass of wine on occasion.

They had carefully avoided the subject of the scene at the steak house after Abigail had tried to apologize, and Jack quickly shut her down. He let her know that there was nothing to be sorry about. It was their fault for taking her to a place that would treat her like that.

Abby had slowly started to laugh again as they enjoyed their quiet meal. Sam and Jack told her all about the pitfalls of cattle ranching in the modern age, and Abby told them stories from her life as a trauma nurse. Sam had been awed by her intelligence. It took guts to put herself through school when she was a new mom. Her life had been tough, but she had made the best of it, and he was so proud of the woman he intended to make his wife. It had been nice to share a meal with her. He had done it many times over the last month, but this was different because all the cards were on the table.

“I’m gonna kick his ass, you know,” Sam stated flatly.

Jack’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “You’ll do what you need to do, Sam. Just make sure to let me know what your alibi is so we can have our stories straight.”

Sam nodded. Mike Wade sat down at the table with his second longneck of the night. Sam had been thrilled to see Christa and Mike were at The Barn. Abby could use a girlfriend.

“So the rumors are already all over town.” Mike looked protectively over the girls at the bar.

“That was fast.” Sam knew he shouldn’t be surprised. It was a small town.

“Oh, I bet it wasn’t five minutes after it happened that Christa got the call.” Mike took a long swallow of beer. “She’s friends with one of the bartenders. Christa said the staff thought Luther would have a heart attack after Jack had his little talk with him. They said he was white as a sheet and went home early. What the hell did you say to the man?”

“I pointed out a few facts of life he overlooked,” Jack said evenly. “I explained to him that he had roughly six months worth of business left, so he should start looking for a new career or move to a new town. He did that sputtering thing. You know, the one where people tell you they don’t believe you, or you can’t do that. I find that part of these conversations very annoying. I greatly prefer to move on to the part where he realizes I’m going to bury him. Men handle this one of two ways, I’ve found. They get pissed off, or they cry. Luther, it turns out, is a crier.”

Mike whistled. “Damn, Jack, what did you tell him you were going to do?”

“Offer the Treasure Cove a thirty percent discount on all our products. Pull our beef out of Delbert’s, obviously. I happen to know that the owner of the Cove has had trouble getting a loan to redecorate and expand his selection. He wants to hire a new chef. I believe I feel like investing in a restaurant again. This one turned out well.”

“Damn straight.” Sam loved it when Jack plotted. Sam would have just kicked the man’s ass, but this was much better. Of course, he would still kick the man’s ass, but Jack’s revenge was longer lasting. Sam’s would just make him feel better.

“If that still doesn’t tempt the good people of Willow Fork away, I’ll just buy the property and kick him out,” Jack finished. Like Sam, Jack had ditched the jacket and tie. He watched Abby with an unmistakably possessive gleam in his eyes.

Mike nodded. “Well, I’m with you. I believe in retribution. There are people in this town who more than deserve a little justice coming their way for how they treated Abby. I saw they already towed the car.”

“Yeah, her new one will be delivered tomorrow.” Sam grinned at the thought of Abby tooling around in her brand new convertible. He’d ordered it himself when Jack had informed him Abby needed a new car. Sam had chosen a pretty, pearl Mercedes. It would look nice with Abby’s auburn hair.

“She’s going to put up a fight, you know,” Jack mused.

“That’s half the fun.” Sam sat back. He was looking forward to Abby’s reaction when she got the car. “She looks awful cute when she’s yelling at us.”

“That she does.” Jack turned to Mike after taking a long swig of cold beer. “This is really all about some boy who died more than twenty years ago? I don’t understand what the problem is. From what I’ve heard, Abigail wasn’t even in the car with him.”

Mike rolled his eyes and sighed. “Abby and Adam had a big fight that night. Practically the whole town heard it. They said some awful things to each other. You gotta understand, Adam was wild. He ran off, got drunk, and killed himself driving too fast down the highway. One of his friends said he was trying to get to Abby so they could make up. He wouldn’t have been on the highway if he hadn’t been trying to see Abby. It’s ridiculous, but they blamed her. Ruby, his mama, said Abby changed him. Back then, they ran this town. I suppose they still do. They used to be the biggest employers in Willow Fork. Ruby’s dad ran a textile mill. It closed down shortly after Abby left. It hurt the town, but the Echols family didn’t seem to lose much cash.”

“Then why does everyone follow their orders?” Sam had noticed a certain portion of the town practically worshipped at the old biddy’s feet.

Mike shrugged. “I suppose it’s a habit. People want a king, I guess. Especially in a small town. I guess that person is usually the town’s mayor or the richest family or the biggest employer.”

“Two out of three ain’t bad,” Jack commented with an arrogant smile.

“It’s going to have to be. I don’t think either one of us wants to be the mayor.” Their packing plant was small, but it still employed more citizens than any other business around.

“No, but the mayor might be more willing to stand up against the Echols family if you and Jack mentioned that you might have plans to expand in the future,” Mike mused. “Plans that might not include Willow Fork.”

“They might not.” Jack’s eyes narrowed. “If this town doesn’t accept our queen, then this set of kings will take their business and their money and their jobs elsewhere.”

Sam exchanged a look with Jack. Sam would go along with whatever needed to be done. It would be hard, but they could do it. He wouldn’t have Abby treated like that.

“Mike,” Jack put his beer down, “will you excuse us for a moment? I need to have a private word with Abby and Sam.”

Mike smiled knowingly as Jack stood. “I’ll keep the table warm.”

Sam’s entire body went on red alert at the thought of cornering Abby. He’d been crazy to find out what she was wearing under that skirt. “What’s the plan, Jack?”

“Follow my lead,” Jack said with a predatory look.

Sam had been following Jack’s lead for years. He wasn’t about to stop now.

“What is this place?” Abby tried to contain the excitement of being alone with Jack and Sam. Jack used a key to open a door at the top of the stairs. The Barn had, at one point, been an actual barn, Jack had explained over dinner. When they renovated it to make it a bar, they created a second floor for offices and storage.

“Sam sometimes gets plastered.” Jack escorted Abby through the door into the room. “I had the contractors build this room specifically for those times.”

It was a small room but well kept. There was a small bed and a dresser. Several bottles of water and aspirin were on a bedside table. “Are you telling me Sam has a drunk room?”

“Hell, no.” Sam’s smile was wicked. “The bar is my drunk room. This is my passing out room.”

“It’s a drive from the bar to our house, and I was worried Sam might decide to take the more direct route right through our land.” Jack turned on the light by the bed. “I couldn’t take the chance he might plow through our fences or hit the herd.”

“I don’t always make the best choices when I’ve had a few,” Sam admitted with a negligent shrug.

“Come here.” Jack sat down on the bed. He indicated his lap, and Abby felt her body getting soft and warm.

This was the part of the evening where Abby had sworn to herself she would explain that she needed to slow things down…like to a stop. She would be polite, but she needed to end things. It was for their own good. So why was she coming up with a million excuses to put it off?

Earlier, she’d told herself that they had gone to the trouble of changing their plans, so she should enjoy dinner with them. Then she thought it wouldn’t hurt to dance with Sam. Then Christa had shown up. Now she was wondering if she shouldn’t just chuck the whole idea of leaving them. The truth was she didn’t want to. She wanted all of this to be real. Abby found herself settling onto Jack’s lap. His hands went around her waist, and she felt safe.

“I need you to tell me why you didn’t mention that someone had vandalized your car, sweetheart.” Jack’s tone was firm. Abby’s head came off his shoulder. How had he found out about that?

“Abby didn’t know about it,” Sam protested. “She was driving your car, Jack.”

Abby flushed because she knew the truth.

“Abby went by earlier in the day.” Jack looked down at her. “That’s how she got that dent in the truck. It was from Mike’s trailer.”

Abby looked down at her hands. “I am sorry about that. I know I should have gone on and taken my car anyway, but I was embarrassed, and I didn’t have time to get four new tires. They slashed those tires good.”

Jack tilted her head up, so she was forced to look him in the eyes. “What you should have done was call me. What you should have done was been mad as hell and told me what was going on. She didn’t call out for you tonight, did she, Sam?”

Sam’s face was grim. “No, she didn’t. If she hadn’t fallen, I expect Luther would have hustled her out the door without me knowing about it. I was talking to Lucas.”

“You should have shouted out the minute you even thought that son of a bitch was going to lay a hand on you,” Jack explained sternly. “I never want to have to hear about you being hurt or humiliated from someone else again. I want to hear it from you because I want to be the first person you call when you need help. It’s me or Sam. There’s no going it alone.”

Abby sighed. It looked like they were going to push her into the discussion after all. “I don’t think you should get involved in this.”

“Wrong answer, sweetheart,” Sam said.

Jack’s eyes narrowed. “Not get involved?”

Abby swallowed. He looked really pissed. “Just in that part, Jack. It’s nothing that should worry you. I can handle it.” Jack’s face was turning a slightly pink color, and his right eyebrow started to twitch. “Are you all right? I think you might be having a reaction to the stress, or is that a nervous tick?”

Sam started laughing, and Abby sent him a dirty look. “Don’t you laugh. Stress is a serious problem.”

“And I need some stress relief, Abigail.” Jack’s hands tightened around her waist. “Can you think of anything that might relieve my stress?”

“Exercise.” Abby used her best nurse voice. “It’s absolutely the best thing for stress.”

“Excellent.” Jack neatly flipped her over his knee.

“Do you practice that move?” Abby found herself staring at the floor for the second time today. He was really good at it.

“It looks like I will be getting a lot of practice in the near future.” Jack pulled the skirt of her dress up, exposing the fact that she had been completely truthful about her lack of undergarments.

Abby felt cool air hit her backside and couldn’t help it. Her heart started to race. She had always thought she might be sexually submissive, but these men were proving it to her.

“Abigail,” Jack’s voice was a dark seduction, “I want to make a few things very plain. I want to settle some things between us so there is absolutely no misunderstanding. Do you understand the type of sexual relationship I want with you? That Sam and I want with you?”

It took everything she had not to laugh at him. She was laid out over his knee with her bare ass in the air. He couldn’t be less subtle if he tried. “Yes, Jack, you want to top me.”

“It is not something I want to play at.” Jack’s hands caressed her buttocks. Abby heard him sigh. “I’m in charge in the bedroom. If I hurt you, I want to know because that is not my intention, but I want to experiment. I want to push your limits. I want you to trust us with your pleasure.”

“I trust you.” Abby meant it. All thoughts of leaving them were gone now. She had to find out where this was going. She owed it to herself to see if this was really what she wanted. Adam had been very dominant. It was what had attracted her to him in the first place, she recognized now. They might not have understood the correct terminology, but they had been headed toward it. Her relationship with Ben had been completely different. She had subjugated her own needs because she wanted to protect her heart. Ben had been what she needed then, but Jack and Sam…she needed them now more than she’d ever needed anything in her life. She was ready to discover who she was as a woman.

“We’ll take good care of you, baby.” Sam’s voice had gone husky.

A hard hand came down on her ass, the pain a shocking burn that bloomed across her skin and then turned to a sweet heat that sank deep inside her. Abby moaned and waited for Jack to continue.

“That was for not telling me someone vandalized your car.” Jack’s hand came down strongly on her other cheek.

Abby cried out and clutched at Jack’s leg. Her pussy was getting ridiculously wet. She hoped, no prayed, that he didn’t walk out on her like he had before. She wanted both of them. She wanted Jack to fuck her hard while she sucked Sam’s cock.

“That was for not telling Sam that some asshole was threatening you,” Jack said sternly.

Her bottom was hot and sensitive, and she wriggled against his lap, trying to get some relief from the desperate ache lodged in her pussy.

Another sharp slap.

“Stop moving,” Jack ordered, and she stilled. She was rewarded with Jack’s fingers slowing pushing into her exposed pussy. “When I am disciplining you, you will remain still. If you need it, I’ll tie you down.” His fingers slid into her wetness as his thumb slipped over her clitoris, and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. “Outside of our sex life, I won’t completely dominate you. I will protect you and take care of you, but I won’t expect you to not be you. I won’t order for you in a restaurant or tell you who to be friends with. I want you to have all the things you want. But when we’re alone, I want you naked and submissive. I don’t think you’ll mind, sweetheart. Sam and I will treat you like a princess.”

“We want to give you everything you want.” Abby felt Sam’s hand caressing her bottom where Jack had spanked her. His fingers trailed over her cheeks, tracing the sensitive skin. “If you have obnoxious friends, we’ll put up with them.”

“But here, in the bedroom, I want you to obey me.” Jack pulled her up. He was gentle with her.

Sam’s strong arms lifted her off Jack’s lap, and she found herself on her feet. Jack got up as well. He towered over her. It made Abby feel very petite.

“Abby, I want your submission,” Jack said solemnly. “Can you give it to me?”

“Yes.” Abby felt Sam relax behind her. Had he really thought she would refuse?

Jack’s smile was slow and satisfied. “I want you to undress me, Abigail.” He stood in front of her, hands at his sides, waiting for her to obey. Abby’s hands immediately went to the buttons of his shirt.

“Does Sam top me, too?” Abby was careful as she undressed her lover.

Jack’s smile was warmer than she could ever remember. He was in a happy, safe place, she decided. He needed this from her.

“If he likes. But mostly, Sam likes to be told what to do, too. He’s got a submissive streak, like you, darlin’.” He glanced back at his partner, who was waiting patiently. “Sam, you can take your clothes off, or you can wait for Abby to undress you.”

Abby looked briefly at Sam. He was tossing his clothes off behind her. “I can get it.”

Sam’s eager voice made her smile. Abby carefully unbuttoned Jack’s white dress shirt. She pulled it from his slacks and pushed it off his strong, broad shoulders, her skin singing wherever she touched him. She went to the small closet and hung it up neatly. She felt Jack’s quiet satisfaction with her. She did the same thing with his pants. She neatly took care of the rest of his clothes, making sure they were hung up or folded. Sam’s were chucked to the floor, and he was eagerly kissing the nape of her neck as she put up Jack’s shoes.

“You’ll have to get used to Sam.” There was great affection in Jack’s voice. “He is impetuous to say the least.”

“I think I can handle it.” With Jack naked in front of her and Sam naked behind her, Abby reveled in the feeling of being between them.

“Look up,” Jack commanded. “Give me your mouth, sweetheart.”

Abby tilted her head up and gave him what he wanted. Jack’s lips touched hers, and she felt his tongue demanding entry. Her mouth softened, allowing Jack to press her lips apart and sweep inside. His tongue plunged in as he slanted his mouth over hers. Jack held her face in place, and Abby felt the delicious thrill of Sam’s teeth on the back of her neck. Sam’s hands trailed down her spine. He grasped the zipper of her dress and slowly lowered it. The dress hit the floor, and Abby started to step out of her heels.

“No.” Jack’s hands pulled her bra off. “The shoes stay. Sam, hang up her dress. You might not care that you’re walking around wrinkled, but Abigail does.”

Sam went to hang up the dress. Jack pulled Abby into the hard circle of his body. She could feel his erection prodding her belly, but he took the time to hug her to him, cuddling them close together. The light sprinkling of hair on his well-muscled chest tickled her nipples as he held her, obviously enjoying the contact. Suddenly, Sam’s erection nuzzled her backside as he got in on the action.

“Come on, Jack.” Sam’s voice was deep. “Cuddling is for after. I want to fuck.”

Abby felt Jack’s deep chuckle against her body. “All right, Sam. Always so impatient. On your knees in front of Sam, sweetheart.”

Abby turned and went to her knees. She felt Jack kneel behind her. His warm hands cupped the curve of her hips and ran down her buttocks. Her cheeks were still sensitive from the spanking, and she shivered at the sensation.

“Take Sam in your mouth, Abby.”

Sam’s blue eyes were deep as he stood before her with his cock in his hand. He stepped forward to tease her lips with the head. “Open for me.”

“Go slow, Abby,” Jack instructed her. “Lick him first, and keep your hands off him. Just use your mouth.”

She did as he asked, balancing on her knees as she leaned forward to delicately lick the head of Sam’s penis. She paid close attention to the little slit in the head, allowing the tip of her tongue to briefly thrust inside. He was salty and silky on her tongue, and Abby loved the taste of him.

Sam moaned as she ran her tongue along the underside of his cock. “Fuck, Abby, that feels good. Touch my balls, baby.”

For someone who liked to be told what to do, Sam didn’t have any trouble barking out orders, Abby thought with a smile.

She briefly turned to look at Jack. He was in charge. Jack nodded his permission. She brought her right hand up to gently roll his sensitive sac. Sam growled with pleasure as she licked up and down his rock-hard length and cupped his balls.

“Feed her your cock, Sam.” Abby could feel Jack moving behind her. “Spread your legs, Abby. Whatever I do to you, you don’t lose that cock until he comes, understood?”

Jack didn’t wait for an answer, which was good, since she found her mouth suddenly full. Sam pressed forward. His hands tangled in her hair, gripping it firmly. He looked down at her, and his face was a mask of lust.

“Do you know what this is doing to me, Abby?” The question was a guttural groan. “The sight of my cock disappearing into that hot mouth of yours is the sexiest thing ever. Take it all in. Relax, baby, you can take me. You can take all of me.”

“She’ll take all of you,” Jack stated. Abby was glad Jack was so certain, because she was struggling a bit. Sam was an awful lot of man. “She’ll take all of you, and when you come, she’s going to swallow. As for me, I think I’ll eat a little of this incredibly ripe pussy.”

Jack slid underneath her. He lifted his head up slightly, and his tongue slid into her slick slit. Abby cried out around Sam’s dick.

“Don’t you lose that cock,” Jack warned. His fingers slipped into her pussy as his tongue placed firm pressure on the pearl of her clit. “You come all you like, but I’ll stop if you lose Sam.”

Sam gripped Abby’s hair firmly. “She won’t lose me. How long before I can come?”

“If you want to come with her, you should fuck that mouth, Sam. Her little clit is ready to go off. I give her thirty seconds before she comes.”

Sam pulled and pushed her head as he fucked her mouth. He worked her hard, but she barely noticed. Jack was sucking her clit between his teeth, his fingers curled deep inside her, and it was all she could do to breathe. An orgasm shot through her, pulsing like a great wave through her pussy and outward. As Jack continued to lick her, she relaxed and let Sam use her mouth. He thrust in staccato rhythms as his dick seemed to get even bigger.

Sam held Abby’s hair and pushed his cock to the back of her throat. When she swallowed around him, he let himself go. Abby loved how crazy she could make him. He groaned as he came in her mouth. She swallowed as fast as she could, not wanting to miss a drop. She continued to lavish affection on his dick as it softened.

Sam went on his knees and caught Abby as she started to pitch forward. She fell into his arms as Jack slid out from under her. Sam took her mouth again, this time with his own. His kiss was sweet and grateful, and he played with her tongue for what seemed like the longest time.

Sam held her close as she shook with the aftermath of her orgasm. “That was amazing, baby. I love how you respond to me. You don’t hold anything back. Do you know how sexy that is?”

“It isn’t hard to go wild with you.” The way he was looking at her made Abby feel beautiful and precious.

“On your hands and knees, sweetheart.” Jack’s deep voice rumbled out the order. Abby immediately complied and spread her knees, anticipating Jack’s penetration. He was the only one who hadn’t come yet. Abby closed her eyes and waited for the glorious feeling of Jack filling her wet pussy.

“This is going to be a little cold, darlin’.”

Abby was startled by the feeling of Jack parting the cheeks of her ass and a cold substance being shoved gently up her anus. “What was that?” Abby asked, even as she figured out the answer for herself.

“It’s lubricant.” Sam’s voice was soothing. “Jack is going to insert a plug, and it’s going to stretch you to get you ready. Do you understand?”

Abby took a deep breath and nodded. She felt the plug and groaned as it pushed against the super-tight muscles of her sphincter.

Sam murmured to her while stroking her hair. “Just relax.”

Easy for him to say, Abby thought, as Jack pushed the plug gently forward. Sam wasn’t having something shoved up his ass to make way for something even bigger to later be shoved up his ass.

“Push back for me, sweetheart,” Jack ordered.

Abby groaned as she shoved her ass back toward Jack and the plug slipped in. She wriggled at the tightness she felt, but once it pushed past the initial ring of her anus, there wasn’t any pain. There was a strange sort of discomfort, but Abby decided she could probably get used to it.

She felt Jack place a kiss on the small of her back before he got up. Sam held her hand to steady her while she rose to her feet. The plug felt odd, but she was learning that the tight feel could be pleasurable as well. Jack got on the bed on his knees. Abby’s eyes widened at the sight of his big cock curved up along his stomach. It was so hard it looked painful. Jack sheathed it quickly in a condom, and then Sam was lifting her up, seeming to know instinctively what Jack wanted. Abby found herself on her hands and knees facing Sam. He stood at the edge of the bed, seemingly ready to watch the action. She felt the heat from Jack’s body cover her skin as he came up against her back. Sam leaned down and kissed her gently, and she felt Jack’s hands on her hips and his cock seeking entrance.

Jack pushed her slightly forward, pulling down on her hips and pushing up into her pussy. Even as wet as she was from her recent orgasm, Abby groaned as Jack fought his way in.

“Fuck,” Jack groaned. “She’s so fucking tight.” He pushed himself in another inch.

Abby struggled to stay on her knees. She had never felt so full. It was uncomfortable and thrilling at the same time.

“You’re so beautiful, Abby.” She could hear Sam’s sweet words. “I am so crazy about you. I can’t wait until we can share you. Think of it, all three of us together. That’s how it should be.”

Sam’s hands came forward to mold her breasts. His fingers plucked at her nipples. Sam wasn’t good at just watching, Abby was learning. He dropped to his knees in front of her, trying to join in. Jack found a rhythm, and she started a glorious, slow build toward another peak.

“You feel so good, sweetheart,” Jack groaned from behind as he pushed and pulled his way in and out of her body. “You’re so perfect for us.” Jack’s breathing became labored, and Abby knew he was getting close. She wasn’t, but she was okay with that. Jack had already given her a monster orgasm. She could handle it if she didn’t come this time.

Jack wasn’t having that. He pulled her up, giving Sam a good view of her pussy. Abby was on her knees, her back nearly flush against Jack’s chest. He held her tight, his cock still deeply embedded.

“Stroke her,” Jack demanded hoarsely. “I’m gonna come.”

Sam was on the bed in a heartbeat. His eager hand quickly parted her slick labia, and the minute he firmly stroked her clit, she went flying. Her fingers dug into Sam’s shoulders as she felt the orgasm explode along her every nerve. She sobbed against Sam and pushed back to get every second of sensation. Jack hammered into her as he reached his own orgasm. His low groan was music to her, and she shoved her ass toward him, helping him to go as deep as he could. He finally exploded inside her. Jack fell forward, pushing her into Sam, who laughed as they all tried to fit on the tiny bed. Jack rested against her back as he came out of her warm body.

“I love you,” she heard herself whisper. “I love you both.”

Jack stilled behind her, and for the barest moment, she wondered if that had been a terrible mistake.

“I love you, too, Abby,” he said, sounding terribly vulnerable. Abby knew in that moment that he had never said those words before to any woman.

Sam’s smile was sweet as he kissed her forehead. “I loved you the moment I saw you.”

Abby let her head rest on Sam’s shoulder, and her hand trailed back so her fingers tangled in Jack’s hair. She had everything she could have hoped for in that moment, and just then, it seemed like it would be enough.